Huqleberry Redux

I’m leaving for a bit.  When I come back it will be a new year and a new decade. Even years are the best.

woooooooooooooooooooooo

Silvio Berlusconi punched in the face!

With video!

Amanda Knox speaks from her cell!

Roma defeats Sampdoria! (Predicted)

A resilient LAG returns to The Eternal City!

{sic}

When you think your husband is gone?

I’ve seen posters for Brothers, a new film by Jim Sheridan of Get Rich or Die Tryin’ fame, canvassing the walls of New York so I decided to check out the trailer.  After watching it I reached a couple conclusions; it has a great storyline and I’ll never see it because the voice-over-trailer-guy completely ruined the preview.  I couldn’t stop laughing… Is something wrong with me? Yes.

I’m also selling Christmas trees and it is beyond gratifying.  There are far too many stories to write down.  I miss doing manual labor.  I love it.

Thinking about seeing The Big Pink this weekend based solely based on the following music video. It might be a bit too Brit Pop for me.

Newsmap has been a revelation.