The middle of summer is a time that most real sports fans dread. Your choices are between golf (good for a nap, if nothing else), NASCAR (as boring as golf, but much noisier), and baseball (whose games make the national spelling bee look like a meaningful competition).

I almost never post an entry about the music I'm listening to, even though I love music and listen to it just about all day long every single day. The problem I have with people's blogs that go to music is that they end up coming across like, "Look how cool I am to be into this music that you've never heard of yet." Who would want to read that?

From the "People who are having more fun than me" department comes two links about regular average people who found a way to live the good life, for at least some window of time.

A pretty good limerick, illustrated, and then some amusing emails.

I got an email over the weekend from a guy on a mission. I initially thought it was spam; there are a lot of spammers who drop comments on a blog post with some generic comment that could apply to anything you might write, but then with a link to a page where you can order erectile dysfunction drugs.

Tyler posted this magazine ad on his blog a few weeks ago. I don't know how old this is, but it looks to be a relic. But today, I dialed the 800 number to see if I could order a pair.

We were away from home all of this past weekend, and when we returned, the refrigerator and freezer were hotter than a June bride in a featherbed (phrase courtesy of this collection of old geezer expressions). So I spent a couple of hours Sunday evening throwing out spoiled food, eyeballing the "sort of cool" items for mold, and wiping up the red juice that flows out of warm ground beef, followed by hauling the refrigerator to the curb.

We went to a fundraiser one night this week. Something for abused and neglected kids.

Of course, the headlines in the news reader today show a lot of repetition. But it's interesting the different angles that differnt news sources use in their headlines.

Three sort of embarrassing stories from a single stretch of time.

Last night, I fell asleep on my bed as soon as the Hornetss-Spurs game got underway, and I slept through the first three quarters. Judging by the score, I'm glad to have missed what I did. I watched the fourth quarter, in which the Hornets closed a 15-point gap down to three, and then missed a couple of three-pointers that would have tied it with under a minute to play.

I was the biggest lop of shit in history Saturday. In fact, over the course of the weekend, I barely left the house over the whole 48-hour period. And I did nothing to clean up the yard or fix up the building at all. I didn't even look at my phone from when I put it down Friday evening until Monday morning. Yada yada yada, and some interesting information about the recent horse races.