Who said romantic dinners had to be fancy? Chateau Ste Michelle Pinot Gris is a surprisingly good wine with pizza.

OH GOD. Was just watching “How It’s Made” and saw how hotdogs are made. Ew. That’s one of life’s great mysteries that should stay a mystery.

For some bizarre reason the Spice Gun (pictured above) reminds me of the spice weasel on Futurama.

By the way, I love that the spice weasel seems like more of a throwback to
the Flintstones than anything in the imagined future.

Despite all I went through there, my friends know I’m still one of the Globe Gazette’s biggest supporters. I still have a lot of love for the newsroom staff. They were like family. However, it looks as though the web team launched a redesign today. My initial reaction: ick. Difficult to navigate and it looks pretty amateurish. Also, depending on screen resolution, all the stories are located “below the fold.” Not good. Sorry guys…looks like a miss on this one.

Our Tivo decided to suggest Attack of the Crab Monsters. The only person I recognized from it was the guy who played The Professor from Gilligan’s Island. I love that you could totally see the strings on the killer crabs. So bad it’s good. Here’s the original trailer:

In the mornings on the way to work I tend to blare the local rock station in an effort to jolt myself out of a half-sleep-half-awake state. This morning I was stuck listening to the worst version of Bob Dylan’s “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” I’ve ever heard: by Guns n’ Roses. Wow. They managed to really mangle the heck out of it. Seriously. I know I heard it when it first came out, but I didn’t remember it being that bad. Axl was oozing his Axlness (is that a word? I can easily say I’ve never used that in a blog post before) all over it. Then, out of nowhere what sounded like a church choir is added toward the end of what I don’t even want to refer to as a “song.” I’ve never been much of a fan of Guns n’ Roses in the first place, but seriously, this was beyond awful. This would get a rating of no stars in my book. Eric Clapton, on the other hand, does a killer version of it, and he obviously understands the intended feeling of the song, to boot!

While out and about this afternoon I made a quick stop at Goodwill and found this:

I really love the vacant look in the wife’s eyes. It should have been an omen of what was inside. Here are a few little gems I’ve found while skimming…

On a man’s and woman’s role in the marriage…
…for an ideal marriage, the husband should earn the living while the wife devotes herself to the duties of home. No doubt many homes would have been saved had this rule been observed.

On a woman’s view of her husband…
A woman who cannot and does not regard her husband as the head of the house is not to be envied but pitied, for no woman under such circumstances will ever be truly happy. The woman who wants the words “to obey” removed from the wedding ceremony may think of herself as a smart and sophisticated being. In reality she is arguing against God’s Word and against her own happiness. Don’t make this mistake if you want to be a happy wife.

On having children…
Whatever the reasons may be, persons who do not want children should know that their heart is in open and flaming revolt against God. They stand condemned before Him, before their own consciences, and before the judgment of all right-thinking members of the human race…How wrong and immoral the refusal to have children really is, is best demonstrated by the unhappiness of those who have imposed childlessness upon themselves and by the frequency of divorces among childless couples.

Wow. Stifling…and hilarious.

I found this at the grocery store yesterday:

Holiday Coke in retro bottles! Cool! It made braving the horrible crowds worthwhile. We’re saving them for Christmas day, but Derek and I each popped open one early. Why does Coke seem to taste so much better in a glass bottle?

Cuties! They’re tasty, easy to peel, healthy and the small size is adorable. And at $5 for a crate, they make a great addition to the work holiday pot-luck. The only time invested is picking them up from the store, and they’re great for cleansing the palette while getting overloaded by homemade sugary treats.

However, I’m definitely missing the Darling Clementines I used to buy (I haven’t seen them in North Iowa for a couple years). Not just for the name, but they also came in a wooden crate that you could reuse if you didn’t let the last few Clementines go bad.

We just got back from the midnight showing of the Simpsons movie. In a word, brilliant. Full review to come soon. But for now, sleep. I’m getting old.