Last Summer, I noticed an odd new mole on my shoulder. It was skinny, and it stuck up enough that you could wiggle it back and forth. When Summer ended, I started wearing a shirt more often, and since it was at the base of my neck where I couldn't see, I forgot all about it. Heck, it might have gone away altogether.

I Google myself from time to time, just to see what other yahoos with my name are out there doing. Believe me, there are some people putting up much more embarassing stuff than I am.

Yesterday, I had a five-side combo plate at Serop's Express, a nearby Greek and Lebanese cafeteria-style restaurant. I like the Lebanese bean salad as one of my sides. It consists of little red beans, something green (parsley or cilantro, maybe?), something to give it moisture, and lots of white specks of minced garlic. Yum.

I have this little sheet of paper where I jot down ideas for posts as I think of them or as I have them suggested to me. This gives me the illusion that I have tons of ideas to share with everyone, but when I read line by line down the list, it becomes amazingly clear how little I really have to say to you guys.

I spent all day Friday and Saturday on an errand that kept me in the car all day. Here are three things I learned from two straight days of talk radio.

I have the damnedest problems with this one particular landscape light in the front yard. The thing's either not lit, or burning dimly as a candle. Each time I clean things up and get it fixed, something else goes wrong.

Last week, I looked up from my desk as a new woman was being led through the office from area to area for the "first day new guy tour." The proper etiquette, of course, is to nod politely and say, "Welcome aboard," as if we're all happy little shipmates. For some reason, I was possessed to boo. I didn't get too obnoxious with it. It was just a medium-volume, low-pitched booooooooo, similar to what I would do when the opponents come out on court to warm up before a basketball game.

I'm having the damnedest time making a decent pot of coffee at my house. Sunday morning, I woke up early. Mrs. theskinnyonbenny was out of town, so I had the house to myself. I decided to make a pot of coffee.

My cat won't let me piss or take a bath in peace.

There's this cool new app: Pandora. See here what it's all about.

Remember Garanimals? They were a brand of kids clothes from when I was young. Every item had some little animal visible, giving 1970s parents across the nation the misguided notion that their kids would look as cool as those kids wearing genuine izods. Their gimmick was that every piece of clothing with one animal on it would match every other cloth with that same animal. It's a very good idea (I could certainly use such a system as an adult), but one that was doomed by stretchy cheap polyester as the material of choice.

There are some pretty funny images here, all having to do with holiday greetings.