On Sunday afternoon, I found myself with a nosebleed. That's actually not unusual when it first turns to spring, so I stuffed a wadded strip of toilet paper up my nostril and went on about my way.

I was trying to prove that he didn't really invent every flavor from the house, so I asked to try the cockroach. He asked whether I wanted the adult or juvenile flavor. Cockroach, apparently, has subtle characteristics. Not unlike a fine wine.

I got an email earlier this week from Eddie, and the message just said, "This guy looks like you." The link was to a Fox News page, and I was about 50% certain that the picture was going to be Blagojevich, as I need a haircut more than an Olson twin needs a double cheeseburger.

My kid is really growing up. So far, he's had difficulty with V's, so he pronounced his name "NaaNaa." Yesterday, he got the V in the mix: "VVVVVnaanaa."

I'm stuck this week, because I feel like I should post something or other about the inauguration, but there's really nothing else to say. And I'll admit, I didn't have a chance to watch the coverage Tuesday morning, and when it was time to listen to the address, I couldn't find my headphones. (They were on my Jeep dashboard, if you were wondering.) By the time I got connected, I had missed 2/3 of it. I did read the text of the speech yesterday, and that's one of 16 million signs that this one is special. I certainly never read the text of a presidential speech before.

Here's another overheard that Shelly recently sent. And that, of course, reminds me of a story from my childhood and one from the past week. Hungry?

I don't suppose that many people heard that I was going to work for myself and pictured me on a cold floor in a cold house, tying a freaking necktie at 5:30 in the morning on a cold January day. But that's exactly how I found myself yesterday morning.

Shelly sent me a funny post, and that reminds me of something similarly funny from when I was young.

Today, I read about this service called Cha Cha. You text message a question to 242242 (there's also a phone number you can call), and reportedly, a human looks up the answer and gets back to you. It's all free, so I decided to test it out.

I got a book of haikus about dogs for Christmas, and it is the bomb.

The holiday weekends were fun this year. On Christmas Eve, I smoked a turkey, a duck, a seperate turkey breast, two extra turkey legs, a bunch of andouillie sausage, and three large pork tenderloins. And then let's talk about the kids. And New Year's. There's a lot here.

There are only a couple of bad things about the death of albums. First is the end of giant album cover art. Who even notices album art any more? On new albums, they're just mailing it in.