I like animals. I like people who like animals. I hate people who love animals to the point they lose their sense of reason. I'm talking the 'my computer wallpaper is my dog,' 'I hang a Christmas stocking for my cat' crowd.

If you leave it up to the person stocking the shelves at 2 a.m., at some point these stockers just give up and say they can't find the promotional displays. RFID can tell me where a display is, and whether a display has been put on the floor at all.

Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness.

At the risk of sounding like that old guy in 'Gran Torino' telling those 'young punks' to 'get off my lawn,' it's gotten to the point that whenever I hear somebody talking about Twitter or twittering or tweeting, it just makes my little tummy want to hurl.

Why is it that the very people who have fought so hard and so long for the simple entitlement to love whom they choose to love are the very ones denied that right by those who routinely take their vows for granted?

If some things don’t make you lose your sense of reason, then you have none to lose.