Report in the Globe today that some archaeologists have found more than 50 mummies buried in deep shafts in Cairo today. The date from the first millennium BCE apparently. The place is just full of mummies it sounds like. I cannot wait to here more. Yes, I am a dork. Remember, I did study Classics for many years….

Those of you not in the Northeast may not realize that we have suffered up here weatherwise for the past months. Being in New England sucked. Big time. Cold and more cold and more rain and some sleet, etc. Finally had a nice weekend though, with temps in the 60s. And today’s high is 80-something. Don’t believe me? Check here. And to top off this beautiful day, the Red Sox came back after a loss to the Yankees yesterday, to win today’s final game. I watched three of the four games, and they were pretty exciting. Especially since A-Rod barely did anything. Heh. Anyway, that’s it for now. Got to get back to work.

So in the spirit of the Friday Five, whose questions I answer occasionally, I have a question to ask of my own. I have no idea if anyone really even reads this blog, but if you do, feel free to comment (Briana—I am talking to you). I want to know what movie or book most influnenced you as a teenager. For me, and I am embarassed to admit this, it was probably reading the Fountainhead when I was fourteen. I read a great deal as a kid, lots of the classics—-Dickens, Steinbeck, Austen, etc. But I had never really tackled much in the way of a philosophical novel. I realize I am leaving myself open here to attacks and ridicule. I know Ayn Rand is a complete freak show, but I still like her fiction. The Fountainhead was one of the first books to make me think about the struggle of being an individual and human corruption. Heavy stuff when you are thirteen. I am sure there are plenty of other books that influenced me, but this is a book that I actually remember reading for the first time.

I have been quiet since Tuesday. Mainly because not much has been going on here. Trying to make it through the crappy-ass New England weather until Spring decides to rear its head. I am slogging my way through the two books in the left column. Q is too heavy to carry around, so I have to read it at home and the Wallace, well, you know. In good news, I have been informed that a new book by Haruki Murakami will be coming next April and the rep has kindly sent me a manuscript. I do not even know the title yet, but I will keep you informed. Murakami rules! So that’s it for now. I am going out for sushi with the rest of Team Discovery Channel tonight and am looking forward to a good meal.

Heh. Found this via LinkMachineGo—rejected iPod engravings.

I’ve been pornolized! Thanks toTEV who got it from Lindsay, I found that the you can pornolize any site.

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!

How grammatically sound are you?
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Not much to say today. It was the first nice day of the year—high 60’s and sunny. Too bad I am busy coughing up a lung instead. Actually, I was able to enjoy it a bit. I walked home from work. I know that another day like this is not going to be common for a bit yet. Now to take some Nyquil and head to bed.

In my not so humble opinion, you, of course, belong
in the Picture of Dorian Gray, and do not try
to deny it. You belong in the fashionable
circles of Victorian London where exotic
tastes, a double life, decadence, wit and a
hypocritical belief in moral betterment make
you a home. You belong where the witty
apothegms of Lords, the silly moralities of
matrons, the blinding high of opium, and the
beauty of visual arts mingle to form one
convoluted world.

Which Classic Novel do You Belong In?
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Thanks to TEV for pointing me here.

Where else, on your last day of work, do they get one of your co-workers to dress up in a gorilla costume and deliver a banana-gram? Check this shit out: