Holiday glitz

An instagram account has got me thinking about holiday decorating.

The Gay Beards are all about men’s grooming…specifically,  really creative ways to fancy up facial hair.

But their glitter beards?


They just make me want to decorate a Christmas tree completely covered in glitter.

Their tutorial video suggests using beard oil to make the glitter stick.

Hmmm…tree sap,  maybe?


As many grilled cheese sandwiches as I have eaten in my life, I can’t understand why I don’t own these yet…


I must be a part of the club, right?

(Probably wouldn’t wear them…but it’s the principle of the thing — ya know?)

Let it snow


The holiday decorations in my neighborhood have been hung.

I love ’em.

They remind me of the fussy versions from my childhood,  but are cleaner and simpler in design.

I hope they aren’t predictors of lots of snow this winter.  Cause I would like them a whole lot less.

Meet and greet

After I have been working at a summit for three days in my role as master of  ceremonies,  it takes a while for me to turn off that host instinct.


When I was walking down the concourse at the airport last night,  I found myself smiling widely at people I didn’t  know and saying hi.  It took a few minutes to stop.

Funny thing  – –  one of the gentlemen that I smiled at was one of our clients.

So that worked out.

Sure he could

I was clicking through the cable channels this Sunday morning and happened upon one of my favorite Jim Carrey movies, Bruce Almighty, at the exact moment that Bruce — enjoying his God-like powers by this point — tells his dog to use the toilet instead of going outside.

bruce almighty dogThe image at left may have been doctored a bit, but if you’ve seen the film, the dog walks up to the tank, steps on the seat, does his business, flushes and even puts down the lid in deference to the ‘lady of the house.’

Now that I have an older dog in the house with more, shall we say, unpredictable pee pee patterns, I totally wish I had bought a little kiddie toilet and hired a dog trainer to teach him how to use it.

It would so rock.

He already reads the newspaper, of course.


I am so over this hashtag and how people throw it around:


Really?  Are you really feeling blessed to get a fancy toilet? 

Just Iike some folks on Facebook are blessed to find a parking spot or blessed to go out to dinner or blessed to do anything.

In the words of Inigo Montoya,  “I do not think this word means what you think it means.”

Don’t wear it out,  people…especially not on a toilet.


Oh, great Apple:

Your products have seduced legions of worshippers, prostrate before thee at your Apple chapels.

But your plugs are a sin.



An Android agnostic