About six months ago, we got a letter from Cox telling us to come to their office and pick up some new gadgets that attach to our TIVO boxes. The letter said we would need them in order to receive new features. I dutifully went to the office, picked up the gadgets, and attached the first one to our TV.

There are many inconsiderate things that your office mates do from day to day. Perhaps you work with slobs who leave an empty coffee pot on the burner, snack from lunches left in the refrigerator, or pee on the toilet seat. But perhaps the worst offense is a seasonal one: stuffing the baby back into a king cake.

For the last few days, I've been trying to come up with something to post. But my life isn't too interesting right now. Pretty much stayed home this weekend and did nothing you would be interested in. I haven't been to the movies, haven't watched much TV, haven't stumbled on any brilliant new music, and I haven't come up with any new jokes about my poop.

One day, when I was in my early teens, I got a hankering for a hard-boiled egg. Not sure why, but that's what I wanted. Being the mollycoddled child that I was, I asked my mom to boil an egg for me. I was rebuffed.

After last night's national championship game, ESPN went to Auburn, AL, to show us live footage of the fans covering the trees of Toomer's corner with toilet paper.

If you have a little kid, you've probably suffered through little kid music. It's part of the price of raising a child. But there are degrees of bad little kid music, and I'm with you today to warn you away from the worst of the worst.

This morning, I needed to exit the interstate on Seigen Lane. It's a busy street, so the exit ramp for cars turning left is two lanes, and it is often many cars deep. Today, the left turn lane on the right was about 8 cars deep, and the left turn lane on the left was a single car. I looked down the lane to see the reason. A beggar was standing on the side of the street right by where the next car would have to stop.

The standards of decent storytelling require me to start our holiday recap not with Christmas itself and not with the chronological beginning of the season. Instead, I jump out to December 19. It's a dark and cold Sunday night, and we find ourselves in the middle of nowhere, some 30 minutes outside of the spot where Birmingham, Alabama's civilized limit stops.

Meet Hershel. Hershel is a pussy magnet.

You would think that the people in Hong Kong Phuey's city would figure out his true identity.

When I saw that ESPN was going to televise 24 hours of straight live basketball, I thought it might make for a good opportunity to blog. I figured I could work in front of the games, pausing from time to time to make fun of whoever is playing at 2:00 in the morning, tedious overplayed commercials, etc.

The weekend before last, I worked harder than I ever have during a weekend. We went to the Realtors' convention in New Orleans to launch MyTechPurse, which is (if you're listening search engines) the best place to find out how to build and maintain a great web site, integrate social media, and build an internet marketing strategy that works. It's a must for any small business.