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.

I started to make up a phony version of one of those photocopied Christmas mailings that you get from people this time of year. The idea was that I could make a big deal out of everyday, mundane shit that happens to everyone, and it would be funny.

Now that November sweeps is over, we're suddenly catapulted from a TV universe where there are all new shows on all of the time, to one where you can't find original programming (save sappy holiday garbage) to save a life. It makes it all the more annoying that the cable box DVR just chose not to record The Apprentice finale last week.

Some notes on things that weren't good enough to merit their own post: fake rich people, a food note, a musical endeavor, and a wild story from the news.

Any time I start dreaming about work, I know that it's time for a vacation. I suppose I should be worried when updating content for this site becomes a subject of one of my dreams. Actually, one recent dream included both.

The title of this isn't wrong. I have opinions on all of the major sport coaches at LSU.

How much do you want to know about how to eat chicken feet?

When we first got Lili as a new dog, one of the cats happened to catch and kill a mouse. He left the dead mouse in Lili's bed. Generous gift, or hate crime? It's hard to tell. A more serious crime has been repeated the last two days, but this time, the dog is the perpetrator.

We just got back from Colorado, for a long weekend trip for our 10th anniversary. I have a few photos out there for you, but you don't really take too many photos when there are just two of you on a trip. Who wants to have photos taken of them by themselves?

Many of my readers will be too young (or too old -- Hi Dad), to remember the day before Bryan Adams wasn't a pussy. Back in the summer of 1986, I was 15, and enjoying the freedom that comes with being old enough to run wild, but too young to drive and work. But most of my friends were 16 and driving, so it was the best of both worlds. And this isn't one of those "I didn't know how well I had it" types of posts. I knew that it was great even at the time.

It's been over a week since I mentioned college football here, so we're long overdue. I've enjoyed just about every LSU game this season, particularly the overtime wins over Alabama and Auburn. The Bama win is a fresh memory. The Auburn win will go down in history as "the missed field goal game."