As I was driving out to work the Gwinnett Gladiators game last Sunday, it was the first time I had been in Gwinnett County for a few months.  For those of you who don’t live in the area, there is a massive construction area that is wrapping up which “rights” a “wrong”.  I’m not sure what possessed the initial road engineers to allow a two-lane highway (Rt. 316) to merge south into the left lane of an interstate highway (I-85).  Sp ...

I’m completely in love with my MacBook and while many features it contains blow away any application on a Windows machine, the fun apps are where Apple is the clear winner.  What’s turned out to be a great Father/Daughter fun application to use?  Phone Booth!  Below are 8 pics that Ally and I took together the other week.  As you can see, it progresses from “Hey, cool, this is fun” to “Now we’re just getting loco” within a space of a couple of minutes.

For those of you new to the site, during the hockey season I volunteer as an ECHL Off Ice Official for the Gwinnett Gladiators games ('AA' affiliate of the Thrashers).  Most of the time I work in the home penalty box.  In the five years I’ve been doing this, I’ve seen my share of nuttiness, although multi-player brawls are still the exception and not the rule.  Last night’s game was one of those where the game started out normal and then turned nasty near the end.  

This might seem like Plate Overkill Week, but I simply couldn’t let this one go unmentioned.  Now, I know every state has specialty plates that range from environmental themes to education to specific professions and also schools.  Sometimes you’ll have a headscratcher such as how the heck Auburn alumni got a Georgia commemorative plate created here.  That’s akin to having Michigan approve an

Wow, after making fun of radio stations that employ "Zeptember" and "Rocktober" all these years, I forgot to mention last week how the Colorado Rockies actually want to trademark the name!  In a way, it’s less cheesy than were a rock station’s connotation of the word, but it still brings a smile to my face in an “I’m laughing AT you, not WITH you” kind of way.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and make a blanket statement.  Those who fail to place their chewed gum into a trash receptacle are also probably habitual litterers.  This thought hit me on the weekend when I went to a nearby drive-thru ATM and noticed someone had placed a rather large wad of gum to the bottom right of the display area.  Was that person not able to chew gum and make an ATM transaction at the same time?

I think we’ve all had close encounters in the grocery store when it comes to clearance on either side of the cart you have.  Sometimes people simply misjudge how much space they have and they collide with your cart on the side.  Other times call for the Evil Stare if two people are blocking the lane but aren’t currently looking at anything in the aisle directly to either side.  Even worse are the Aisle Shooter-Outers who zoom out of an aisle into the end aisle that are perpendicular with nary a care as to whether people are walking near that area.

Sweetwater Brewing, the local irreverent brewers who have brought us beers with such naughty names as Summer Hummer, Dubbel D’s, Happy Ending, and 420 Pale Ale, finally released a limited amount of a new barleywine they call Donkey Punch.  For those of you not aware of the unspeakable act that references, I’ll let you search on wikipedia on your own to see why this is a rather saucy name.

Make fun of me all you want, but when you become a parent it becomes imperative you try not to swear in front of them.  That doesn’t mean I’m not going to let loose a stream of epithets when they’re not around if the situation calls for it, but I find myself saying a lot of kid-friendly phrases not only in place of bad words but also simply expressions of wonder.  Instead of “Holy shit!” I might find myself exclaiming “Holy Mackerel!”.  “Jesus H Christ on a corn dog stick!” might now sound like “Geewhillikers!” or “Criminy!” or “Jiminy Cricket!” coming out of my mouth now.