Is Iowa trying to be the new Wisconsin?

That's the question I ask myself after reading this story:

Pacemaker attack stuns townspeople

The Delaware County Sheriff's Office said the younger Fierstine hit his father with a flashlight and a piece of firewood late Saturday night, then attacked him with a pocket knife.

He cut a 6-inch gash in the older man's chest and removed the pacemaker, leaving an opening 3/4-of-an-inch wide, according to search warrants.

When Delaware County sheriff's deputies arrived, wires were protruding from Charles Fierstine's chest.

Alcohol was involved.

It's Weenie Waver Wednesday!

It's been a while, hasn't it? Let's get to it:

Garrett Scheg was arrested after leading police on a brief chase in his porno'd-out van. West Seneca, NY police checked out a suspicious vehicle and found Mr. Scheg in the back seat of his van, wearing only one sock, with "pornographic photos spread across the front seat and dashboard." Scheg took off, chased by police, and was eventually captured hiding on top of an abandoned travel trailer. The report does not indicate on which appendage Scheg was wearing his sock. And it appears Scheg might be a serial offender:

“There had been a prior report of a person matching his description with this kind of behavior,” (Lt. Patrick) Shea said. “We’re pretty sure it’s the same guy.”

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To the Lumberyard



Meet Sara Ann Fazio, entertainer and proud Iowan. When Ms. Fazio was arrested for drunk driving she was uncooperative, and told her passenger to "call the police". Once she arrived at the Des Moines Police Department she decided to take off all her clothes. Her place of employment is listed on the report as The Lumberyard, a local strip club.

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Drunk and naked is no way to be found in a Tokyo park if you're Japanese pop star Tsuyoshi Kusanagi. When police arrived to investigate a noise complaint they found Kusanagi "alone and shrieking at the top of his voice". He reportedly asked investigating officers "what's wrong with being naked?"

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Why Florida will always be a good source of stories



MSNBC gets credit for the best headline of the week:

Sex Doll Threesome Man Gets Off

George Bartusek was featured on this blog in February, after he was observed getting busy with two blowup dolls in his parked car. He was parked in front of the Publix supermarket at the time.

Mr. Bartusek was recently sentenced, and he avoided jail time. He got 6 months probation, and he'll have to do all his future shopping at Kroger or Winn Dixie--he's been banned from Publix. Yes, you heard that right--if you want to get naked in a parking lot full of people and f*ck a couple of blowup dolls in your car, in full view of the public, and you don't want to get locked up, Florida is the place to be.

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Meet Paul William Kizer of Halsey, Oregon. Mr. Kizer failed to learn one of life's most basic lessons--getting naked and driving, and then screaming at the police, is one of the surest ways in the world to get yourself tasered. Kizer also had an outstanding warrant for an earlier DUI. Word of advice to aspiring traffic arrestees: if you're going to get naked and scream at the police, leave your bag o' weed at home.

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Next up is the hilariously named Johnathan Fredrick Felch, 23, of San Luis Obispo. Mr. Felch will now forevermore be known as "The Naked Wizard" following his unfortunate encounter with police at the recent Coachella Festival. Mr. Felch, apparently intoxicated, decided to discard his wizard garb and put his micropenis on display for the whole world to see. After refusing repeated requests by the police to put his clothes back on, and then repeated refusal to be handcuffed, Mr. Felch got tasered.

Here's a link to the uncensored video: Naked Wizard Tased by Reality. It is definitely NSFW, which is why I don't have it embedded here. I am fascinated by the wildly differing views of the incident in the comments following the video.

And, finally, this public service announcement, courtesy of the Gaston Gazette:



Don't have sex in the Walmart parking lot in Gastonia, North Carolina. Just don't.

Law Enforcement Quote of the Week

''You shouldn't have to hide your keys from your wife."

Polk County Florida Sheriff Grady Judd, commenting on the arrest of Gail Buckner, wife of Deputy Charles "Chip" Buckner.



Gail Buckner, pictured along with her mother Sharon Cooper and a man identified as Alexander Quintasket, took "Chip's" squad car while he was asleep and went on a joyride with it. There was "at least" a shotgun in the car when it was taken.

According to the article in The Ledger,

Gail Buckner has a criminal record that dates to before her marriage to Chip Buckner.

Judd said sheriff's policy is for deputies not to cavort with convicted felons. 'But the lawyers say we can't stop them from marrying one,' he said.

The Sheriff's Office was unaware of the connection until Sunday, Judd said.

'We can't do a background check on everyone who dates a deputy.'

Deputy Charles "Chip" Buckner has since resigned. According to this article from Tampa Bay Online, there were a total of three firearms in the squad car, and Quintasket, in addition to being a convicted felon himself, was out on bail awaiting trial for armed robbery at the time of this incident. Buckner and Quintasket were both charged with possession of a firearm by a convicted felon, among other charges. According to this piece from MSNBC, Quintasket "found it exciting" when the lights and siren were activated as he sat in the back seat. The errant squad car hit speeds in excess of 80 mph.

Gail Buckner told arresting officers that "she made a bad judgment call and meant no harm."

Don't think I've forgotten about the alligators. I haven't

This video leaves many unanswered questions. I'm pretty sure this is Florida.

In any event, it's clear that the subject of this video is unfamiliar with the concept of constant vigilance.

Hardboiled or spicy?

After an entire week away from the office it's time to get back. The ILEETA conference is a welcome break every spring--I always go back re-charged and reinvigorated.

So...I wonder: what will this week's detective stories be?



Or



I'm good with it either way.

Bald

Nora has the camera with her, and I won't get all the fun pics of the shaving itself until I go back to work on Monday...so, here's the best I can do with the cell phone camera:

Anyone wants to rub it for good luck, that'll be $5.

Today was the last day of the ILEETA conference, and on the last day of the conference they run the "Flatfoot 5k" to raise money for the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund. Last year I made the mistake of starting off way too fast, trying to keep up with one of our fit officers who is 20 years younger than I am. I ran well (for me) for the first two miles and then flamed out. I didn't even finish. This year I ran slower, and while it was a really slow race for me, at least I finished it running. Albeit like I was carrying a refrigerator up a driveway. I kept reaching up to brush the hair out of my face, before realizing I didn't have any. I suspect that I am slower without the Elvis hair.

Hope y'all have a great weekend!

You talking to me?

"You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here."

I forgot my aviator glasses, but MizBubs said that didn't really matter anyway. According to her, I look less like this:

And more like this:



My brother John, on the other hand, just texted me and asked "where's Ernie?"

Last chance to donate to St. Baldrick's

Well, I'm just a few hours away from shaving my head to raise money for the St. Baldrick's Foundation.

If you feel like throwing a few dollars their way, my personal fundraising page is here. Or you could click on that link over there on the right side of this page.

I promise to post "after" pictures of my absurd bald head. If you don't donate, well...I might revert to posting awful pictures of healing surgical scars. Do you really want that?

A cunning move by the clowning community

I've been outmaneuvered by the clowns. In a cunning move by the clowning community, they apparently scheduled the 24th annual Clowns of America International Convention for the exact same week that they knew I would be busy attending the ILEETA training conference!

The convention is being held in Clarksville, Indiana, right across the river from Louisville. They are offering a variety of classes and contests, and the event ends with a clown worship service on Sunday. Clowns can buy a wide variety of clown merchandise such as costume noses:



This clown is shown demonstrating a technique for sucking the life essence out of a small child:

On a positive note, I've made a useful discovery. It seems that clowns use certain types of jewelry to recognize each other while in disguise as regular folk:



Ah well. I can't be in two places at the same time, so I guess it's back to ILEETA tomorrow. The work continues.

You can see these and more clowny photos in this feature from the Louisville Courier-Journal. I applaud the Courier-Journal for publishing these photos, even if the Courier-Journal failed to grasp their true nature.

Dye Pack 1, Bank Robber 0

That's not blood, that's dye.

The man in the picture, Daniel Duran, allegedly robbed a bank in Houston, Texas. He was arrested "a short time later, after the dye packs exploded while still allegedly down his pants. Duran was taken to an area hospital with second degree burns to his genital area."

Not as metal as it could be

One of my favorite events of the year is here again: the annual ILEETA training conference.

ILEETA stands for International Law Enforcement Educators & Trainers Association. ILEETA was founded several years ago by Ed Nowicki and a group of other dedicated law enforcement trainers. Simply put, it's the best organization I've ever encountered for anyone in the law enforcement community involved in training and education.

One of the cool things about the conference is the swag. While this year's haul is not as impressive as in years past (times are hard, folks) it's still pretty cool.

This year I opened my official ILEETA duffel bag and found this knife:

Pretty sweet, huh? Now, check out the box it came in:



"DARK SILENCE"! If you ask me, that's pretty f*cking metal. The only way that knife could be more metal would be if they spelled "silence" with a "y".

Yep...shaving my head

On Friday, April 24 I'm shaving my head. I've had a good run with the fake Elvis hair, no doubt about it, but it's time to try something new.

My friend John started a team to raise money for the St. Baldrick's Foundation, a children's cancer research charity.

You can click on this here link if you'd like to donate. Every little bit helps.

The last time my head was shaved was in August, 1983. I looked like this:



I'm hoping that this time the shaving doesn't reveal any forgotten tattoos from reckless nights in San Antonio, Texas.

Back to work, you

Your business at the Los Angeles Convention Center is done.

Close, but not quite

It was quite a contest, and our gal Nora was a crowd favorite, but she didn't quite have enough to win.

Nora had a swell time, and it looks like she's got some cool opportunities on the way as a result. She's made a bunch of new friends and enjoyed her time in the limelight.

The winner was a truly adorable and talented girl named Danni Doll, who did a pretty amazing dance number.

Thanks for all your support!

A good thing

While 15 clown kills is always a good thing, I can't help but think if that were pirates, or better yet, US Navy Seals, the clown body count would have been much higher.

Ow, my eyes

What Splotchy asks for, Splotchy gets.

Consider yourselves tagged, you primitive screwheads. Let's see those peepers.

Meet the aspiring Spooksmodels...

Some of them, anyway. From left to right: Corrie Winter, Viva La Muerte, Nora O'Sullivan, Jennifer Page and Christine Craig. Danni Doll, another sweetie, didn't quite squeeze in close enough on the left. What a sweet bunch of girls! I dropped Nora off at the sign in and these girls were already there; a few more arrived just after I took this picture. Then they all disappeared into the depths of the convention center, preparing lord only knows what kind of spooky stuff for the weekend. Seriously, what a really friendly and vivacious bunch. These con-goers are lucky to get to see talent like this , I'll tell you that.



I have set up a temporary blogging command center in the lobby of the fabulous Wilshire Grand Hotel just up the street from the con. At least until my room is ready. And get a load of this: I found out there's a tiki bar just off the lobby. So far I have resisted it's sweet siren song.

See you later, alligators.

Thank you! It's show time...

Here we are in sunny, fabulous Los Angeles. Who woulda thought?

Nora says thanks. She feels like she's been carried along on all of your shoulders these past couple of weeks, and she's truly grateful. All of you who've been gracious enough to feature Nora on your blogs, Facebook pages and Twitter streams have been truly wonderful. And everyone who voted, or asked other to people to vote, thank you! If there's anyone I forgot to link to, I apologize. You've all been wonderful, and it's been a great experience.

L.A. is pretty charming, actually, and we've been having a great time. Nora was briefly menaced by a giant prehistoric sloth, but she eventually charmed him into a hug. We got to spend time with my friend Bawb the Revelator and ate dinner at Jitlada on Sunset Boulevard, the best Thai food I've ever eaten.

Weekend of Horrors starts at 2 pm today. Nora has to be there by noon to get her spooky marching orders. Nothing to do now but sit back and enjoy the show !

Time to go

It's funny how things happen.

Nora and I are packing and getting ready to leave early tomorrow morning. Like dawn patrol early. She has her talent bit worked out (it's a pip) and is putting together multiple wardrobes. The girl is jittery beyond belief, and stunned that this whole escapade has gone this far. Right now she's still in first place with a lead of 129 votes. Words fail me in my attempt to express my gratitude to all of you for being such a swell bunch of cheerleaders for our little gorehound. I'd especially like to give a shout out to Dr. Zaius for providing us with the most recent pictures you see displayed on the right.

Tomorrow is the birthday of our youngest daughter Hannah. She's a beautiful and complex girl with an old soul. I offered to bring her with, but she couldn't allow herself the time away from school. That's her cake you see. My mom came over and we had an early birthday celebration tonight.

Yesterday Amanda got word from her cousin that her grandmother was not doing well, and was getting rapidly weaker. Amanda spent the better part of today getting ready for a quick drive to Iowa to see her grandmother. Tonight, as I was dropping my mom off after dinner, Amanda got the call that her grandmother had died in her sleep. She was 98 years old, and died surrounded by her three sons and a bunch of extended family. Now, while we're in Los Angeles, she'll be waiting to find out what arrangements are being made for a memorial service.

Amanda (MizBubs') grandparents were cool people. If I recall correctly, they were Republicans and switched to the Democratic party somewhere between civil rights and Vietnam. They counseled conscientious objectors at Drake University in Des Moines during the war. Gladys stayed active with her church and was a voracious reader, and I didn't really see her slow down until a couple years ago. Frank, who died in 1991, was a lifelong newspaper man, and author of "The Country Parson" one panel cartoons that were featured in more than 200 newspapers. I feel lucky that I was able to know them.

So. Life goes on, doesn't it? It's impressive to consider the amount of change, loss and upheaval that we, all of us, are able to absorb, adapt to and overcome in the course of our daily lives.

And now it's time to finish packing, get to bed and prepare for the next adventure.

Can you please take the mask off?

Hoosier Daddy?

Meet 39 year old Chris Rondeau, Hoosier.

Mr. Rondeau is in custody for the murder of 69 year old Adolph Stegbauer.

Rondeau and Stegbauer argued, and one of them reached for a sword. The other also armed himself, and the two engaged in a swordfight. During the swordfight Rondeau's grandmother Franziska Stegbauer was fatally wounded, although police don't know who inflicted the fatal wound. Rondeau stabbed, hacked or slashed Adolph, who lingered for a few days before dying.

We learn from this story that one of the swords was described as a "World War Two Japanese officer's sword"

Things in Indiana are more complicated than you might have thought.

The holiday is over

A new hierarchy

We've always known that pirates:



Are cooler, and badder, than ninjas:

And now we know that Navy Seals



are even cooler and badder than that:

Daring rescue by US Navy Seals

Good job!

Blog against theocracy

I've never participated in this before, but I feel compelled to try my hand at it now. I have a dozen different projects and concerns pulling at me, and I need to get this post finished before I go to bed Thursday night, because I plan on spending the better part of Friday and Saturday (hopefully) in fasting, prayer and household chores. Fortunately for me, and for you, there are plenty of people participating in this who can tackle complex issues of faith, government and politics far better than I could. I'll start small.

The past several weeks have been an unusual and intense time for me.

A vacation trip to New Orleans, for Mardi Gras of all things, led directly to something of a spiritual renewal for me. It also led to my going to confession for the first time in 18 years, and receiving communion again. I won't bore you with the details, but I was lucky enough to wander into St Louis Cathedral while confessions were being heard, and the priest on duty also turned out to be one of the chaplains for the New Orleans Police Department. I walked out of that cathedral feeling better than I've felt in years.

I suppose that what I'm trying to say is that I am grateful to be experiencing a renewal of my faith. I can't explain it, but I know for certain that my faith does not depend on the validation, sanction or support of any government entity.

I think that it's important to remind our observant brothers and sisters that the separation of church and state is there as much to protect the faithful from the corrupting influences of "worldly" politics as it is to protect government from the influence of religion. Religion needs to be about mercy, redemption and salvation, not about the exercise of government power or the legislating of a particular theology. It is the height of human arrogance to believe we can understand God's will, let alone presume to speak for Him in an attempt to shape legislation and state policies.

You can read plenty here: Blog Against Theocracy

That is all.

In Dreams...

Is this how the end begins?

I was sitting around the other night with MizBubs, talking about the state of the world, everything and nothing in particular. I told her something's been on my mind recently, and I can't shake it.

There have been at least 9 or 10 mass shootings in the news since March (hat tip to Jesus' General who has a summary of the incidents). Unlike the general, I don't blame guns--I believe there is a deeper sickness at work, and that's what brings me to my point.

What's been bothering me, and I'm reluctant to even say this out loud, is this nagging question:

What if this is how the beginning of the end looks? If we were, all of us, living in a horror film about some impending nightmarish apocalypse, are these shootings the random news items that would be playing in the background, the foreshadowing unnoticed by the main characters?

Think about the opening of the Dawn of the Dead remake, or the Larry Cohen film from the 70's, God Told Me To.



Should we be looking at these shootings as the first outbreaks of a contagion that is only going to spread and become worse?

So, I'm managing to tamp down my near-galloping paranoia this morning, and then Splotchy sends me this:

Metairie man says stranger chewed, swallowed after taking bite out of his arm

A news item about a possible zombie attack!

The alleged attacker, 48 year old Mario Vargas, is currently being held in the Jefferson Parish Correctional Center. I hope for their sake that they have Vargas isolated...as well as his victim.

CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

Girls kissing

Oh yeah. I forgot to mention clown boy.

Fangoria Voting Problems Update: Sparklit is working on it

*UPDATED 1:15 PM CST:

I got a really nice email from Sparklit, the folks running the online polling:

"I am currently working on finding out why voters are having trouble voting on this poll. I have done several tests using 3 different email providers (yahoo, gmail and shaw) and I have been able to vote, and receive the email confirmation on all 3. I have also tried the confirmation links, and they have worked as well.

I am not sure as to what is causing the emails to not be received. They seem to be entering our mail queue system correctly, and being sent without problems. One thing that could help me however, would be for you to let me know which email providers specifically have been having problems receiving the confirmation email.

I am aware that a select few email providers do, sporadically it seems, block emails from Sparklit entirely, and do not even send them to the junk folder. However, I would like to test these email providers out one by one to see if I can find out why that may be happening."

So, if you had problems not getting your confirmation emails, please email and let me know who your email provider is and I'll forward that information to Sparklit.

Thank you, all of you, once again!

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The problems continue, unfortunately. Nora only advanced by around 3 votes overnight, and I know of at least 8 people that tried voting for her.

Clearly something is wrong. I have found out that some confirmation emails are showing up a day or so late, and some are going into spam or junk folders. This is only happening in a small number of cases, however. Some people tried unsuccessfully to vote earlier, and as of this morning tried again and were able to vote.

Nora is near heartbroken--she's gotten angry messages posted on the IMDB message board from frustrated voters and people telling her, in so many words, "thanks for wasting my time--I'm not voting now."

In answer to your comments and emails, I'm sorry for the frustration you've experienced. I have sent several emails to Fangoria, Creation Entertainment and Sparklit and so far have not received a response. We'll see what happens in the next day or so. One friend of ours emailed Fangoria and got a response that was dismissive, bordering on douche-like, blaming our friend's spam filter. If this keeps up I'll shortly post the email addresses of everyone involved and encourage you all to contact them directly about the problem

Until then, all I can say is thank you for trying, and if your vote hasn't gone through, please keep trying, and keep checking your email and spam folders. Remember, when if you do get that elusive confirmation email, you have to click the enclosed link.

Thanks.

You can try voting here:

Fangoria Weekend of Horrors Spooksmodel Contest

When the levee breaks

This just in from Southside Bureau Chief Dena at Linkadelica. Dena is one of our oldest and best friends--she and Bill got married in our house in Chicago years ago--and she's got a bunch of cool stuff cooking. Check out her eBay store here and buy some stuff from her.

Dena just told me that her friend Marianne created this next video, and that's her doing the music. I just found out that Marianne has a blog called Diarrhea Island, and I was amused to find a video of a goat yelling as soon as I visited it. Yes, a goat yelling like a man. Or a man-goat. It's compelling.

For some reason I can't stop watching this. Dig the garage techno soundtrack:

Fangoria Spooksmodel Voting Problems

In the past three days I've gotten at least 15 30 complaints from people who have tried to vote for Nora as the next Fangoria Spooksmodel. The complaints break down like this:

-I voted for Nora, and never received my confirmation email
-I voted for Nora, received my confirmation email but my vote didn't register on the results page
-I voted for Nora, received my confirmation email but the link didn't work
-I voted for Nora and just kept getting a box requesting my email, again and again

These complaints are coming from people who know how to use computers, not from ignoramuses.

Here's something else I found odd. BlueGal was kind enough to give Nora a plug on Crooks and Liars on Saturday. BlueGal linked to us here and directed her readers to come here for directions on how to vote. According to Site Meter over 500 visits came to Sprawling Ramshackle Compound from Crooks & Liars; at least 50-75 of those visitors clicked out by visiting the Fangoria Spooksmodel voting page. During that time Nora did not generate more than 10 votes. No one else generated more than a handful of votes either.

What gives? I don't know yet if we're going to be confronted with hundreds of digital hanging chads turning up in a shoebox or what. Nora is contacting some of the other contestants to see if they're getting similar complaints from their supporters. (*Note: as of 5:25pm Nora says that she's hearing the same complaints from the other contestants.)

The company running the contest is Creation Entertainment based in Glendale, California. Creation Entertainment is using web polling from an outfit called Sparklit based in Victoria, BC, Canada. We're trying to figure out who to contact if this keeps up.

In the meantime, I apologize to anyone who tried to take a couple of minutes to help Nora out and instead had to experience the unwanted frustration I described above.

And if you haven't voted yet, please give it a shot:

Fangoria Weekend of Horrors Spooksmodel Contest

VOTE FOR NORA!

Horror's Girl Next Door is in the finals!

I was waiting to put up this post, but some of you kind and eager bloggers have already gotten the ball rolling (thanks Grant Miller and Evil Genius) so I figured I'd better get going.

Thanks to the amazing torrent of support she got online, Nora O'Sullivan is a finalist in the Fangoria Weekend of Horrors Spooksmodel Contest!

The voting is being handled differently this time, and it's kind of a pain, so here are some instructions:

1)Click on this link: Fangoria Weekend of Horrors Spooksmodel Contest

2) Scroll down and find Nora O'Sullivan in her evil nurse outfit, and click the little round radio button next to the "vote" button. After you've clicked the radio button, then click on the button that says "vote".

3) Enter a valid email address--this is done so that no one can stuff the ballot box. Fangoria will send a confirmation email to the address you entered.

4) Open the email and click on the link. That registers the vote. Hopefully. I've heard from a few people that the voting system is wonky, and does not seem to be registering some votes.

You can only vote once for each email account you have, so it's important (again) to try and get the word out to other folks and encourage them to vote for our own little gorehound. The voting ends on April 17, the first day of the Weekend of Horrors in Los Angeles.

Our family was truly awestruck and humbled by the response Nora got from everyone last week. More than 30 bloggers are on the honor roll of the Nora O'Sullivan Fangoria Army, and it was amazing to watch her vote totals climb as you guys put the word out. Thank you!

Now, you can cue up some of the scary tunes over there on the jukebox and commence to voting!

Keep 'em rolling!

Damn glad to be one of 'em...

Take a couple minutes, pour yourself a nice stiff drink and treat yourself to a great speech...

Better random and late than never random at all

During the frenzy of activity that was Nora's romp through the Fangoria spooksmodel semi-finals, I left many things undone around here. What with the bank of computers running sophisticated statistical projections, and the walls being covered with butcher paper for all our brainstorming notes, and the empty Chinese takeout cartons and pizza boxes everywhere...you get the idea.

One of the things I left undone was this tag from Utah Savage. So here it is:

The Rules

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

1. I am, at the moment, the perfect picture of the disheveled blogger sitting around in his pajamas and accomplishing nothing.

2. I constantly plan trips that I will likely never take. I usually have fairly detailed plans of places to stay and visit for a number of different destinations. Right now I've got files on Nashville, Denver, the Florida panhandle, San Antonio/Austin, and Boston. I always have current files on Las Vegas and New Orleans.

3. I have changed the way I eat and drink since driving home from a Superbowl party and feeling like a bloated, queasy wreck. Since then I've lost 15 pounds, mostly by cutting back on booze, the deep fryer and meat, and adding a lot more water and fruit. The last two nights were fat, meaty exceptions, and I am already correcting that.

4. I'm having more fun at work than I've had in years.

5. This is the first time in years I haven't played at least one or two relatively well thought out April Fool jokes. There's still time for a hoax, but it won't be up to my usual standards if I do.

6. I feel a profound sense of relief that this tag only calls for 6 things, and is not the excessive 25 things that seem to be demanded of Facebook users.

And now, the tagging. I have committed a number of tagging blunders before, and I'm feeling a little tentative about identifying specific taggees by name...so. Let's do this by telepathy. If you hear a voice inside your head telling you, no, compelling you to respond to this? Well then, you're one of the six people I mentally tagged.