Here's how to sing the 60s Adam West Batman theme, written in php:

Despite it being one of my greatest loves, I don't do many music posts. I've been disappointed to find that the music I love most is unloved -- unliked even -- by most of my friends. I have playlists full of songs that no one wants to hear other than me.

A couple of weeks ago, I thought it was really nice when Vanya told me that he had already fed the dogs for me. He often does it at my request, but this time, he had done it on his own initiative.

He was a little worried, having heard that there might be blood involved. I, on the other hand, felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. This is really the worst blow to the illusion that he'll stay a little boy forever since the first day of Kindergarten, which similarly, made me want to cry.

The media is bound and determined to make me hate Jeremy Lin. It's tough to do -- a great story, sure. But I haven't even been watching 24-7 ESPN like I do during football season, and I'm tired of hearing about the guy.

I was out and about in the Crescent City this weekend, enjoying a good time with too many grown-up drinks, when my phone blew up. I checked it while on the toilet, and found picture after picture from college showing up on a Facebook group. There were a lot of pictures that made me laugh, but the one that made me laugh best is this one of our old house mother, Miss Mary. The photo captures here perfectly.

Here at theskinnyonbenny, we try to avoid politiacally sensitive topics. Not because we shy away from controversy, but because we generally find political topics to be really, really boring. But recent news got us to doing a little reading, and that led to a little research, so in the interest of reporting something that's not really out there, we present some facts here.

Those of you who are further removed from our lives probably saw this coming. We turned into some sort of crazy cousin parent offspring to pageant moms. I thought of this as I made my mental checklist for stuff to take to the dog parade on Saturday: string. check. safety pins. check. duct tape. check. makeup.

I start with this tweet from my feed for two reasons. First, it's spot-on. Second, it relates to the story that unfolds herein. Although, come to think of it, if you've read the title of this post, and the tweet, you can pretty much fill in the rest of it all by yourself.

Sunday is the Krewe of Mutts, which regular readers will recognize as the Mardi Gras parade in Baton Rouge for dogs. This year's theme is "The Good, the Bad, and the Furry." My best costume idea is to dress the dogs like WW2 American soldiers. Then, I'll have Vanya dressed as a Nazi, pulling the wagon with Kolya in there, wearing a gray suit and a Hitler mustache.

At the risk of jinxing it, we've had nothing but lovely weather this month. A little rain, but nothing like usual in the winter, and the usual post-rain cold weather has so far failed to materialize. We've had some cool mornings, but in truth, it's been warm enough for shorts every day.

Of late, I've been crippled with fear of posting to my blog. The topic that came right to mind was the outrageously good football season that we were having, but when it comes to football fandom, I hold superstitions, and that ridiculous part of my brain doesn't allow me to deviate from whatever routine I was able to establish when the wins were coming.