When I had to write the year in Roman numerals during my first year of Latin, it was "MCMLXXXIX".

Now it's just "MMV".

Hardly seems like much of a challenge...

Christmas Tree Shops - Because 50 million fat chicks can't be wrong.

Magic 8 Ball, is "Aeon Flux" going to suck?

Signs point to yes.

The good little elves at Starbucks spend ten and a half months out of the year extracting the noggiest parts of the egg so that we can have Eggnog Latte between Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Sure it's a little steep at $3.35 for a "tall". And that's an awful lot of extra calories to burn off.

But it's good.

Sooooo good.

House Hunting Report.

My God... The awful things people do to their houses.

The horror...

Harpoon Winter Warmer - be sure to have plenty around for your next gathering. It went fast this weekend.

Dear Mr. Lucchino,

I didn't see anything listed in the "open positions" section of your company's website, but I did hear on the radio this morning that you had a vacancy in the General Manager spot.

Like the departed Theo Epstein, I am a local boy who grew watching the Red Sox and hating the Yankees. Unlike Mr. Epstein, I would have no problem deferring to your judgment on major decisions. And I would gladly work for the low low price of $300,000 a year.

I feel I would bring an exciting new energy to the office. I'm a big supporter of statistical analysis. I'm good with computers. I've also read "Moneyball".

While I have no high school or college level baseball experience, I am an avid whiffle ball enthusiast.

I made it to Pawtucket twice last year, so I'm familiar with the up and coming minor league players.

Finally, I would also like to add that I came in second place in my fantasy baseball league last season.

Please contact me if you require any additional information. References available on request.

Very truly yours,

Patrick J. Canole

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Coffee of the Week.

What? No more pumpkin spice?

OK... I'll suffer through the gingerbread latte.

Jeez.

For completing my black belt, I bought myself a pair of Doc Marten's.

I've always wanted pair. This is my first.

I've been wearing them quite a bit. They look pretty good.

They're black with yellow stitching, so they even match the belt.

Dr. Marten's, Dr. Marten's, Dr. Marten's boots!

So far in 2005 I have:

- turned 30

- gotten married

- got my black belt.


There's still a few months left in the year. Maybe I still have time to buy a house.

Come Hungry. Leave Happy.

So I think we saw Patriots cornerback Randall Gay at IHOP a few weeks ago.

It was a rainy Tuesday night in Norwood (maybe 10 minutes from Foxboro). The place was empty. Randall was there with his wife (girlfriend? baby-momma?) and child.

He wasn't that tall. Maybe my height. But he had really big shoulders.

He walked with a slight limp when he got up to the bathroom. This fits, as Gay has been out with an ankle injury most of the year.

Finally, he was wearing an "NFL Player Development" jersey. Don't see to many of those around.

I didn't want to bother him and ask for an autograph. Let the man enjoy his pancakes.

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