They say that the lottery is a tax on the stupid.

As of this morning I am stupid.  Twice.

The Powerball drawing for tonight has reached the half billion dollar mark.  If buying into that (twice) makes me stupid, then stupid I am.  I think the real stupidity is expecting to win.  The chances are something like 175 million to one.  That’s probably not exact as I read it in a boston.com story yesterday and am too lazy to look up the number again.  It’s in the ballpark though… I think.

I haven’t started fantasizing about winning yet.  I’m not that stupid.  If you want to comment on that statement then I would ask you to wait until tomorrow, after I’ve set sail around the world on my gigantic new yacht.  

Christmas… it’s now unavoidable.

Already we have started hounding the kids for Santa lists.
Already my wife has dropped big juicy hints.
Already the family secret Santas have been drawn.
Already the work yankee swap has been scheduled.
Worst of all, already I have started thinking of ideas for things I might put on my list.

It’s not even December yet!

Hello, and welcome to the annual post-Thanksgiving weekend post where I bitch and moan about how much going back to work sucks after a long, four day weekend.

We should get a month off for Thanksgiving, followed by a month off for Christmas.

This sucks.

Awwww

My father invited us for a random family dinner at Carabas in Tyngsboro.  That’s a regular dinner destination for my side of the family.  We all like it.  Tonight it was my parents, my brother’s family, and my wife and I.

The food was good, as always, but the service was just awful.  Out of the six adults, they managed to get four of the orders wrong.  I don’t understand how that happens?

Anyway, my brother’s four year old daughter and two year old son are freakin’ adorable.  I just have to throw that out there.  The service sucked, but it was a good time anyway.  Thanks for inviting us, Dad.

Murray’s Tavern (at the former site of Maggie Mays, where the wife and I went on a few date nights) is open at noon on a Sunday. Are they going for the sports bar thing?

Everywhere we go in Salem, NH (one town to the North of home) the cell coverage just blows. We can’t make calls, or send texts, or watch YouTube videos of adorable kittens.

Come on AT&T and Salem, NH. Lets get with the 21st century!

And then there was the Lamb.  Peter Garbriel’s last.

Anyone else weirded out while watching Tony Banks?  Why is he looking at the floor all the time?

After Foxtrot, you come to Selling England by the Pound.

Genesis followed Nursery Crime with Foxtrot, and now so do I.