The Herald Bulletin, Anderson, Indiana

I finally have figured out what the word "blog" means.

For years, I've been laboring under the delusion that it's a contraction of the words "Web" and "log."

Don't think so. Actually, as a crotchety old man forced and threatened to churn out material for this voracious new medium, I understand that "blog" is actually a mongrelization of another word.

It's used this way, appropriately ...

"And so, today, after I woke up, blog blog blog blog blog blog blog ..."

I've accidently deleted my miscellaneous file under my favorites which included my Class of 58,AHS website.would somebody please send the address,it would be greatly appreciated...Larry......lynase@verizon.net

More movie titles about TV chef Julia Child, who, it turns out, was a spy during World War II:

A Ham Called Intrepid
On Her Majestic Tea Service
A View to a Grill
True Pies

So, the French Chef was a spy during World War II? Whooda thunk it?

In honor of that announcement, some possible titles for Julia Child spy movies:

The Dim Sum of All Fears
The Hunt for Red Lobster
Almonds Are Forever
A Clear and Pheasant Danger
Dine Another Day
The Corn Ultimatum

Mahalo!

Word comes that CBS is investing in a pilot for an updated version of its classic police drama "Hawaii Five-0." Reportedly, the main character would be the son of original Hawaii State Police operative Steve McGarrett, played by the late Jack Lord. (I'd normally slip a James Bond reference in here to remind people that Lord played Felix Leiter in 1962's "Dr. No." But I won't.)

Gee, I hesitate to breathe the words "I told you so," but hey, I did. "Dark Knight" is now the third highest grossing film of all time, just behind No. 1, "Titanic," and No. 2, "Star Wars Chapter IV: A New Hope."

Just saw it again this weekend. And, what do you know? It still rocks like Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels. If you haven't seen it yet and are intending to, well, enjoy the "pencil scene."

If there's one thing that wealthy people should never do, especially in this economy, it's complain about their financial situation.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Brett Favre.

Mr. Green Bay has been kvetching of late, burning up the air waves about how badly the Packers treated him, how they wouldn't let him out of his contract, how he couldn't go where he wanted to.

Brett, not to put too fine a point on it, but let me say, on behalf of all the people in the U.S. who have lost their homes in the past few years ...

Get bent.

Politics irritates me silly. People grousing back and forth, calling each other names, accusing each other of imaginary offenses, acting all smug and superior to each other.

If I wanted to be exposed to that, I'd have stayed married.

But seriously, folks ...

The latest dustup is between Sen. John McCain, the presumptuous (no, I didn't stutter) Republican presidential nominee, and the parents of one Paris Hilton, a young, beautiful woman with way too much money and about as much moral discernment and basic intellectual skills as God gave a rabid chipmunk.

My friends -- when they admit to being that -- know that I am a huge, slobbering, giddy fan of the 007 films. Everyone has a vice. I don't drink or use drugs. (Well, except the ones that keep me from honking like a goose and caking my body with cornbread batter.) So I enjoy James Bond films.

The subject of this entry is the title of the theme song for the next film, "Quantum of Solace." It will be a duet, sung by Alicia Keys and Jack White.

No stomach for blogging this week. Said goodbye to two good friends today. They were great people, and very funny. When I returned to Anderson, they made me feel welcome. They're going off to new lives now, and I wish them well. But it just won't be the same.
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