I was thinking about the term Happy Stink you have used in the past blog.

I once vacuumed up an entire container of Pecorino Romano grated cheese that fell all over the floor and then put the new dust buster on the charger. I recall thinking damn that worked out well. Several days went by and Steve was vacuuming crumbs on the couch and my dad was sitting on the floor watching something. That hot exhaust blowing out the side of the vacuum hit him in the face. He was not impressed, he said what the hell is that, get it outta here. He tossed it. I personally felt it was a happy stink.

John i do not know how i feel about that dream. There is not a single reference in Jessica's dream book to donkey shlong. I do like the new term we shall use. Atenzu.....We use to call it stand up comedian. This is much better.

Wednesday i spent the day at my moms house. Mutzzie was there. He and my father were attempting to cut down a cabbage palm that was really not offending anyone. They got halfway through the tree and the chain broke. So......wig and wheels trot across the street to borrow a chainsaw. The pull rope snaps at the first try to start it. no luck. The neighbor comes by. yes billy Busch and he surveys the situation. He decides to drive over the work truck from a large cable company with his cherry picker and says i bet i could take that out with my bumper. So big Vin says" GO FOR IT and give him a beer before he does it" He hit this tree 4 times and it went nowhere. The sound was awesome. i should have taped it. So the tree stays...... Maybe we can decorate it. we later began pulling all the life size nativity people from storage. Jenia and i drove home from our second trip there and i found an OLD batman mask in the storage that i forced onto my head. We get to the light and we are in a 2 lane left turn lane on a major road. This douche rides his bike through the crosswalk after the light turns green. The guy to the right stops hard and jenia hits his brakes. Bike douche yells whoa whoa......I stare out the window and say nothing as my head speaks for itself. As well as the truck filled to the roof with a back lit plastic nomadic tribe led by batman. out of the way we must forage and put up camp.

I am sorry to disappoint but my drive on I95 has been greatly shortened and therefore less eventful. I will never say uneventful.

Cool thing my mall has a blizzard every night at 7:30pm. Looks great and this week it was actually cold. well 45 degrees.

Had a bizarre dream last night. I was on a crazy boat ride. Crazy because much of the trip took us across muddy land surfaces. I think we were circumnavigating Manhattan; I cannot account for the muddy grass we were skidding across before we slid back into the river.

At the end of the journey was a boathouse, and a ramp the boat was somehow able to climb to get inside. Once we got in I noticed two donkeys copulating on the left side of the large room.

"Maybe we should've knocked before coming in," I muttered.

It did not seem all that odd that our mud-mobile boathouse also served as a horny-donkey cathouse. The sign on the right-side wall seemed to certify this dual-use: it had before-and-after illustrations of donkey-schlong. For educational purposes, I'm sure.

The first illustration showed the unaroused donkey member as a small thumb-like appendage, dangling lazily. Under it was the word "normal."

The other showed the same member elongated with cartoonish exaggeration, ready for action. Under that was the word "attenzu."

Attenzu!?!?

I looked it up. That's not a word!

Until now, that is...

This morning the snow is sticking to the roads and sidewalks. Da Chimpz are happy. I'm pissed. And it's cold.

I just put on a long-sleeved shirt that I last wore for the first half of Sunday. I now recall that I made a focaccia while wearing this shirt. It stinks of garlic.

And it's a happy stink.

Well, it looks like the Connecticut Malaise is going national -- and even our friends on the left side of the aisle are noticing. Oh, now they tell us.

Rainy day here at Berea-Rose. Temps started out mild but then fell throughout the day. We got out the slot car set and made a huge track across the living room floor. Even built in a loop-de-loop, just like in that Gorillaz video.

Mixed myself a pina colada tonight. Called Steve to tell him. Wanted to hear him sing reflexively. Had to leave a voicemail. Foiled again.

Got the mail yesterday and I continue to be relieved by the conspicuous absence of offensive campaign literature. It's the only good outcome of the election -- no longer having to receive daily piles of shrill idiocy. (Though I suppose it'll get bad soon enough -- when the tax bills start arriving.)

Yesterday's stack included a postcard from 5/3 Bank offering 53 reasons to bank there. Which was interesting, because I did not see 53 reasons on it. It was a friggin postcard.

And besides, all I could think of was the one reason that I would never bank at 5/3: they once pissed me off.

Heh. Put a TARP over that one.

Cookie and Mojo already know better than to try to mess with our stash of parsley. They know we need that each Sunday to make the meatballs.

You people in Florida are crazy. Which makes me wonder... What kind of madness has Bazzukajoe seen on I-95 lately?

A little snow was scattering through the air this morning as I took Da Chimpz to school. Yes, it's getting cold around here. After dropping them at the door I swung around to the Giant Beagle to get some coffee beans and a Post. Noticing a strange building boom in the area. In the crappy little strip mall on Bagel-y Road is an auto parts store that has been there for some time. In the last few weeks a box-store opened almost directly across the street selling, yes, car parts. And only a couple of blocks east they are clearing the remnants of a long-defunct gas station in order to build, according to the sign, yet another auto parts store.

Finally, someone around here is making sound investment decisions: no one's buying a new car anytime soon so they're going to need replacement parts to keep their jalopies on the road. Gonna be like Cuba soon, with aging old cars kept alive with spit and string.

But at least we'll all own shares in GM!

I was trying to sum up the strange sentiment that currently grips the nation. It's somewhere between "woe-is-me" and "Underdog, you've come to save us!" Pathetic in any event. I'm tempted to label it "The Audacity of Hobbes." But that's not going to make much sense to the people of northeast Ohio. Leviathan? Wasn't he a quarterback for the Bengals?

Well, they can take their Lucretian pessimism and shove it up their marxist Che-holes. I particularly enjoyed today's news story out of Jersey City -- the local councilman who unzipped from an upper window and pissed on the crowd below. Finally, a Democrat who tells it like it is!

Well, I'm heading downstairs to watch Alane play on the Wii. I think she rented the new Guitar Hero game. Wonder which songs they have on that (please, no more Foghat).

Went to World Market recently and saw that they were already stocked up with their holiday supply of panettone. I couldn't help myself: I bought one.

Yeah, I know I need to go easy on the bread intake these days -- I haven't been out jogging in months. And I'm cutting out all the unnecessary purchases, laying in for the long cold winter of marxism ahead (bring your own blanket).

So yesterday I opened the box and hacked off a big chunk. Sitting there with my cup of coffee and panettone I suddenly felt very civilized and secure. Yes, the holidays will be here soon. Perhaps I should already know that because all the stores have been decorate for weeks. Or maybe I can just look at the calendar.

No, eating the panettone is the best way to get in the holiday mode. That and watching more Food Network (though some of their new shows are a little fugazy).

Before I sign off I must take a moment to publicly humiliate Steve for not posting to the blog in what seems like forever:

Steve, you asshat, show the blog some love.

Okay, here they are: the groovy ghoulies.

Yeah, the spooky graveyard was fun, but we couldn't get the smoke machine to work until all the trick-or-treating was just about done.

A little while ago we ate the ravioli we bought frozen from from Gallucci's a couple of weeks ago. One dozen plain, one dozen with broccoli rabe filling.

Wow, that was good. So good I had to call Elna afterward to tell her about it. And to thank her for the orange hot chocolate she sent. Maybe we'll make some of that later tonight.

Right now, there's a lot of miniature golf happening on the Wii.