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Happy Birthday!

5 Oct

According to a survey by AnyBirthday.com, more Americans are celebrating their birthday today, October 5, than on any other day of the year.

How do we know this for sure? Well, AnyBirthday.com claims to have a database of more than 135 million people’s birthdays. And their survey asked 12,576 people — not a huge sampling, but big enough, I suppose.

(By the way, the least common birth date in the U.S. is May 22.)

If you think about it, it’s not sooo surprising that October 5 is a popular birthday. After all, what was nine months ago? That’s right, conception would have fallen on New Year’s Eve.

Oddly enough, I have more than 350 friends on Facebook, and not a single one of them is celebrating their birthday today.

But if you are, then allow me to wish you a very happy day.

Ahoy! ( yet again)

19 Sep

Hey there, Mateys!

It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day. But you already knew that, didn’t you?

I’ve written about this glorious holiday in the past, so rather than be repetitive or redundant — lest you make me walk the plank — I’ll just link you to the old post.

Say it with me: Arrrrrrrgh!

Hey Mo!

13 Sep

So … have you heard about Movember?

It’s a campaign to raise awareness for prostate cancer (which affects one in six men, according to the PR stuff I received this week).

Get it?

They’re literally changing the face of men’s health.

Anyway, I am totally going to do this. After all, you know how much I just love growing a goatee.

But wait — this is totally different. We’re talking Tom Selleck– and Alex Trebek–style facial hair here, not Ben Affleck.

I’d love to get some other folks to do this too. Who’s with me? You have a month and a half to decide and to prepare your friends and family for your changed appearance.

I’ll check in about this at the end of October.

And don’t think that just because you’re a woman that you’re excluded from the fun. Remember the patron saint of the “Mo Sistahs” … Frida Kahlo. If she can grow a moustache, then so can you.

Games Off, Game On!

24 Aug

Before we completely forget about the Olympics, I thought I’d share this article, which may just provide you with another reason to hate Michael Phelps:

Sex and the Olympic City
Tomorrow night thousands of young men and women with the most fit, toned bodies in the world will mingle for the last time before they fly home. What might they get up to? [Read More]

No One

1 Jul

Sometime in June 2005, I was asked at the Virgin Megastore on Newbury Street (before it was a lame Best Buy) if I wanted to buy a $1 wristband to support One, the organization founded by Bono to combat world hunger, poverty, and other global issues.

I’m on record as saying I don’t support hunger, so I said yes, and almost instantly, I put the wristband on my wrist.

Over the years, people would ask me what the white wristband meant, and I would often use the same line: it’s my way of identifying myself as a single person. That, or I’d say a census taker came by, saw I was single, and told me to wear the wristband.

I enjoyed extending the story to explain that if I ever saw someone on the street wearing one of these wristbands, I’d know she was available and a potential mate.

I guess it’s safe to say that I supported the cause of ending my single status more than that of ending world hunger. And to that end, I always wore the wristband.

Always.

Annoyingly and unattractively so, it never came off. (Except for my sister’s wedding, when she asked me to remove it. Hey, you don’t mess with a bride.)

Well, this past weekend I finally took the wristband off.

For good.

No, it’s not because I’ve started dating someone. And amazingly enough, its not because I realized the wristband was probably counter-productive to getting women to go out with me (though I suppose there may be something to that).

It’s just that, um, er, well, ah, I finally decided that the wristband’s kinda lame.

And I think everyone agrees because I never see anyone wearing any kind of wristband. Not white ones, not red ones — not even the yellow ones that were so ubiquitous a year or two ago.

In fact, I don’t think I ever saw another person wearing a white wristband in the entire three-year period I had one on.

But passing fad aside, what happened?

Those yellow Livestrong bracelets were everywhere. Now they’re nowhere.

I’ll admit, my wristband came off partly because it was just not cool anymore to wear it. But that’s me and I’m lame like that.

Where are all the other people who are less impressionable than me? What happened to their bracelets?

Department of Redundancy Department?

17 May

Some things just speak for themselves …

This Is B.S.

6 Mar

South Pasadena Bans Cursing for a Week.

What’s in a Name?

18 Nov

According to The New York Times and the 2000 census, Smith is still the most popular last name in America, followed by Johnson, Williams, Brown, and Jones.

What about Lieberman?

It ranks waaaaay way down at number 3,906. Apparently, only three out of every 100,000 people share my last name.

The good news, though, is that in 1990, Lieberman was ranked 4,571st, so we climbed 666 places in 10 years. That’s an impressive jump. Just five more and we overtake the Corraleses, 20 more until we overtake the Wentzes, and 150 more until we overtake the Munns.

And if we grow another 666 places by the time of the next census, we’ll overtake the Parrys.

Davis, for those who may be interested, came in 7th. Martin, as a last name, came in 17th.

And if I ever become famous and decide to take my middle name as my last name, I’d have the 89th most popular one.

Find your own last name here.

Wake Up

10 Nov

Of course, one of the worst things about Daylight Savings Time is the fact that it gets brighter earlier now than before.

And the worst consequence of that is when, on weekends, I am woken up earlier than I’d like to be.

Like today.

It was so bright out when I woke up that I figured I had slept late and had caught up on some much needed rest.

Nope. It was only 8 a.m.

I like to sleep until at least 9 a.m. on Saturdays. And I tried to fall back asleep, but no dice. I was up.

Arrgh! Damn you, DST! How long till we spring ahead?

Early Bird

11 Jul

Since I’m sort of in wedding mode as I gear up for Andrew and Rachel‘s big day this weekend (got my tux ready, my hair cleaned up, gift purchased, etc.), I found this story pretty amusing.

Seems a guy named Dave Barclay was so happy and excited about his friend’s upcoming nuptials that he barely paid attention and flew all the way over to England a full year too early.

You’d think the fact that he hadn’t yet received an invitation or anything would have tipped him off to the fact that he was ahead of schedule. Continue reading →

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