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.

Once upon a time, there was a cute little Russian kid named Vanya. One night, his parents left him with a nice older lady, while they went out for some reason or other.

As you see, I really didn't have anything to tell the world this week that merited more than a couple of sentences. But I had a lot of false starts -- posts that I started, but that didn't really turn into anything. It starts with a couple of sports topics, but if that doesn't interest you, hit the page down key once or twice for more.

Short little observations. Maybe you'll find one of them funny.

A couple of months ago, I started hearing a conversation here, a radio host there, maybe an occasional podcast where someone pulled a joke from stuffwhitepeoplelike.com. Several times, I thought, "That sounds amusing. I should check it out." But thoughts like that are quickly out of mind.