My honey is a big fan of Christmas music and I stumbled across a CD I thought he would like, “A John Waters Christmas”.

The best of the worst is this gem by “Little Cindy” (who is grown up now and should be ashamed):

Happy Birthday Jesus (A Child’s Prayer)

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, but these are the best of a crop of syndicated comics I receive on a daily basis:

The previews for this new film are hilarious (and just in time for the election).

Watch the trailer in High Definition on Apple.

Religulous hits theaters on October 3rd 2008.

I’m disappointed because I got an “undeliverable” error message this morning in my junk mailbox.

It results from my attempt yesterday to match a “Get out of debt” junk mail sender with one of the “Help me get out of debt” emails I received yesterday. I forwarded the one to the other. It seemed like a match made in heaven.

Do good intentions count?

At the Gateway yesterday. I don’t think they saw me take this with my iPhone. Couldn’t quite figure out the significance, but they were making good time as they hobbled down the sidewalk.

Click HERE.

So my friend Patrice was stung by a bee on her ankle last weekend. Since she is allergic to bee stings, she used her trusted EpiPen®, but nevertheless, her ankle swelled to twice normal size by that evening.

She went to bed that night with a frozen bag of peas on the ankle to bring down the swelling.

When she awoke Sunday morning, the ankle was still swollen and to make matters worse, she was horrified to see tiny little blue and black spider veins criss-crossing her entire foot. Fearing something worse than the bee sting, she had her husband drive her to the emergency room, foot elevated, defrosting bag of peas still draped over the ankle.

They rushed her right in and the female emergency room doctor did a thorough examination of the ankle and swelling, but grew increasingly perplexed — especially after finally determining that the blue and black veins were on the surface.

After much pondering and questioning, the doctor wet a towel and wiped the swollen ankle, quickly diagnosing the malady: ink from the melting bag of frozen peas had leached onto her skin.

At that time, the doctor started laughing and Patrice — mortified — joined in.

She never mentioned whether they charged her for the visit.

Last year we went to a Taco Time restaurant for lunch and were greeted with printed signs touting their newest tortilla, meat, cheese and lettuce concoction.

Most of their menu was illustrated with large, colorful photographs of other tortilla, meat, cheese and lettuce concoctions, but this newest one wasn’t yet included.

Out of curiosity, I asked the young man at the register what this new item was like and he pointed to the sign and said, “Number two”.

I replied, “That’s not a very strong recommendation”.

Crickets.