tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176227492011-12-13T22:53:02.863-05:00Life got you down? Are you bored, tired, tired of being bored, or just bored silly? Well, it's time to become just plain silly! Drop by for a free bored-ectomy (not certified by the American Medical Association of E-Surgeons). Babble-bolognian is a place to locate your foibles, then laugh at them.James C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08251964673717506283noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17622749.post-1865333758528212792007-06-29T17:46:00.000-04:002007-06-30T12:53:54.925-04:00

If there ever was a strong argument against Darwin's theory of evolution, it's squirrels. Yes, those adorable, fuzzy, curly-tailed, buck-toothed, nut eaters (ouch.) Specifically, this whole notion of "survival of the fittest" is questionable. How could a creature with all the brain power of a chewed pencil (apologies to Jessica Simpson) ever have made it this long without divine intelligence?

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Rosie O'Donnell is leaving The View. If it weren't for Comcast showing me inane personality news every time I checked my email, I would never have known this. But, for once, I was interested in this little...ugh...'Starlet' Other than a strange sadistic pleasure I get from watching Dr. Phil "Get Real" with guests, I rarely watch talk shows. I'm saying it would take me being extremely lazy when

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Are you as sick of hearing about Paris Hilton as I am? Yeesh. Nothing against her - in fact, I offer her kudos for using the sickening desires of mass-media to her advantage. But do we need daily updates on her jail term?Within 20 miles of my location (an undisclosed concrete bunker in the foothills of Cape Cod sand dunes) there had to been 20 DUI's in the past week at least. But nobody, not

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Well, ya’know, it’s a new year. Time for a fresh start. Traditionally, when the giant glowing ball drops, and people emerge from their drunken stupor, it’s time to set resolutions – goals as some people call them. Why do we set goals? So we have an incredible drive forward and have a mindset of achievement. They also serve as a ruler so we can measure how much we actually failed.First thing

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You may or may not know that I’m a pro. I don’t like to brag much about it – usually I put-off bragging about it. You see, that’s the problem…I’m a Pro-crastinator. A member of the group that believes, “Why do today what can be put-off until tomorrow?”Actually, I don’t feel like bragging about it because it’s a little embarrassing. You know what I mean. It’s like walking out of the bathroom with

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The winter season is upon us. Thoughts of winter conjure up many images. For many, it means the dreaded four-letter word: poop. That’s what many of us say when we look out our window ro see blinding white and this time it isn’t your sun-deficient neighbor without his shirt on.Snow is magical, wonderful, and, for many, a major pain-in-the-rear-end. Unlike most people, I tend to enjoy snow but I

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While I’m not fond of the cold weather, raking, or the brownish tint on golf courses everywhere, I do love many aspects of autumn. Especially Thanksgiving. This wonderful feast is a time to reflect on all of our blessings, enjoy family (or pretend to), stuff our gullets with heart-clogging delicacies, and it serves as a gateway into the magical season of Christmas. At least it used to.When I was

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Why is everything so competitive these days? It seems everybody is trying to get ahead of everybody else (Read “Criss-Cross-Crash below) At what expense? To quote the great Norm Peterson, “It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and I’m wearing Milkbone® underwear.” We lose our peace-of-mind, integrity, character, and panties. It’s good if, after the dealings of the day, you have a safe haven to go home to. A

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I made the most extraordinary discovery today: It seems my car is equipped with a shrinking-ray. Yes, I kid you not. If I did not see this for myself I would not believe it. To my knowledge, this is not a standard feature on ’94 Nissan Sentra especially since it seems to make travel more difficult.This is how it works – on the highway, I pick a lane I’d like to move into. First, I check my

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I’m fortunate enough to have just moved from Taunton, Massachusetts a few months ago. If you live in the United States, chances are you saw a news blurb about the Whittenton Dam which was near breaking point. It’s amazing that, until now, nobody was aware of the 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot, (bunch!) wall of water that could come crashing through the center of the city. How many dams are on the verge

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There seems to be a lot of people reflecting on their purpose in life. This is no surprise considering the fact that, morally speaking, we're bankrupt. The question is: who stole our purpose? To fill this void, people have resigned to short-term fixes. Activities such as: Monday-morning quarterbacking, drinking to excess (even water), and Smurf collecting among other things.To get to the root of

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While I'm certainly not just another pretty face, chances are, you aren't either. As a race - human that is - we spend too much money on image. Last year alone, 85% of the GDP (Gross Demand for Prettiness) was spent on makeup and mirrors. 90% of the money received by the image-industry was spent on smoke to make the mirrors. Let's face it, as a society, we do not suffer from ugliness. You do, but

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In the Beginning..."Start at the beginning, and when you come to the end; stop" - Queen of HeartsBeginnings are funny things. We all have at least one. Those of us who constantly seek to reinvent ourselves, much like Madonna throughout the 80s and 90s (minus the pointy bras), may have many in our meandering life. They are times to forget the hurts, trials, tribulations, and bad perms that have

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