My local market calls frozen broccoli and cauliflower its “Winter Blend.” Simply adding carrots to the Winter Blend creates their “California Blend.” Apparently, carrots are pure vegetable sunshine as I’ve been telling my daughter.

Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox

Paul McCartney & Wings - Silly Love Songs

Sufjan Stevens - The Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades Is Out To Get Us!

Clyde Mcphatter - A Lover’s Question

Wheatus - Respect

The Mountain Goats - The Sign (Live)

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Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox

The Long Winters - Scent Of Lime

Catie Curtis - Magnolia Street

Bishop Allen - Things Are What You Make Of Them

The Four Lads - Istanbul

The Go! Team - Everyone’s A V.I.P. To Someone

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Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox

Cindy Bullens - Better Than I’ve Ever Been

Death Cab For Cutie - Soul Meets Body

The Bens - Bruised

The Stills - Changes Are No Good

Carly Simon - Coming Around Again/Itsy Bitsy Spider

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My girlfriend is having an MRI tomorrow. Of course, she knows about removing the necklace and earrings but, Alisa, you’ll also want to make sure there aren’t any institutional floor buffers around. Good luck!

I caught this last Friday morning on my way to work and it’s a nice little segment: Why they play Sweet Caroline at Fenway.

There was lots of buzz on the Innanet, last week, about how Japanese researchers caught pictures of a live giant squid. I’ll tell you what, and I know I’m not the only one with it on their mind: I don’t like ‘em. I don’t like ‘em one bit. Octopuses and giant squid need to go somewhere else and stop getting camera time because I don’t want to see them on the front of my Innanet news page.

After seeing pictures of the giant squid, I researched and checked them out, you know, to make sure they weren’t coming to get me.

Guess what? They’re coming to get me, and then they’re coming to get you, and they’re coming to get your kids but will probably leave your kids alone because they’ll want them to grow bigger so they can get them sometime later.

I mean, really: Colossal squid? You’re kidding me, right? 40-feet long? Two beaks and rotating hooks along the tentacles! Are the creature keepers from Alien making this up?

I’ve got a distinct fear of being by myself in any body of water. Who doesn’t get creeped out floating alone in the ocean? I’m talking any body of water here though. I get creeped out being in a pool by myself when no one is around and crap like colossal squid doesn’t make it any easier for me.

How’s about these gnawing on your head? They’ve got beaks… like birds… but bigger… and out for blood.

I found this guy while googling “octopus beak.” His name is Jim Cosgrove. I think his real name is Crazy Octopus Guy. Read this quote from his adventures:

Sometimes, if you are patient, the octopus will reach out one or two arms and touch you (actually taste you is more accurate). Sometimes they will try and pull you into the den - I’ve had my mask pulled off several times, and my gloves too.

No, Jim, actually EAT YOU is more accurate. Are you insane? If anyone out there in Innanet-land knows Jim, I think he needs help.

The largest Giant Pacific Octopus ever caught weighed about 600 pounds. 600 pounds of boneless, squishy, tentacled gloop comin’ at ya!

I know what you’re thinking: “At least I can see them and avoid coming near them.” No, my anonymous Innanet friend, think again:

The Blue-Ringed Octopus of Australia is about the size of a golf ball, weighs 1 ounce and, as you might expect from any tentacled beast, WANTS YOU DEAD!

Hide! Duct tape your windows, faucets, and toilets! Aieeee!

You’ve got to feel for the Canadian health officials that have been working the case of that mysterious deadly illness in Toronto. They’ve got no clue what the thing is, try as they might, around the clock, to figure it out.

I hate it when I do that. Like, I’ll be working on something on a server and I’m like, “What the hell is going on here!?!” and I sit there for hours trying all these things to figure it out. Turns out being something simple like a permissions error that maybe isn’t obvious until like the 5th time I check it over.

Oooo oooh, Canada! Did you check to see if it is a permissions error?!?

Yeah, don’t you hate that guy standing over your shoulder when you’re stuck? Do you think mystery virus investigators get that a lot too? Like maybe one of the guys hauling off the bodies says, “Uhh, did you rule out scabies?”

And mystery virus investigator woman rolls her eyes and says, “Scabies isn’t even a virus, you dolt!”

Hey Internet, I want to point out something I thought you knew already.

Just because I say or post something on my Web site, it doesn’t make it automatically true.

I could post cute pictures of my daughter for the public to see (something I don’t believe in) and you might be tempted to leave a comment telling me that I must be a wonderful dad. I’m sorry, but that wouldn’t mean a thing. My daughter’s inherent cuteness has nothing to do with my parenting skills.

In the same vein, simply because I, or anyone else who has a domain, might seem to labor over a “difficult post” and pour emotion out all over the screen, doesn’t mean that I’m being honest with myself or with my readers. It might be a way for me to attract attention, sympathy, or what-have-you. You don’t know me (unless you actually do know me) and so, you don’t know what strange motivations I might have for saying what I say.

Point being, the anonymous nature of the Internet allows me to portray myself as I want and, unfortunately, or I suppose, fortunately for some people, strangers are indiscriminate with what they read. I’ve found it to be a problem in the Information Age, in education, and with users of the Internet in general. People have to check their sources, get information from multiple locations, ask follow up questions. Unfortunately it’s too easy not to do that along the way because it slows you down.

You might respond, “Well, of course! I read blogs for the author’s take on things. I understand they are one-sided and I’m OK with that.”

Well, that’s great. Just understand that, like with real life, there are lots of people in the world who seek attention in different ways, who carefully portray themselves to be someone different online than they are in real life, who maybe don’t exactly tell the full story about themselves, or maybe they have a specific goal they want to achieve with their site like gathering friends or getting hot dates. I don’t know what to tell you, Internet. People have some interesting ways about them yet, for some reason, a lot of that seems to be ignored when people “go online.”

I’m not so into my Web site being a public space for people to read about my divorce and the reason behind it. I don’t want my life to be a soap opera. I just want to move on. If you want to ask me about it, please feel free. I may or may not tell you. I generally prefer to share those sorts of things with people I know.

Minorthird’s Copycat Monday Quarter-In-The-Jukebox for this week includes a selection of songs from what I would argue as the best consecutive 2 years of pop music output in music history. Oh yes, you know it and I know it. It’s ‘84-’85.

I’ll tell you this as well and I’m not afraid to say it: Solo Tina Turner in the ’80’s kicks the ass of Tina with Ike in the ’70’s. No Tina this week though. OK, on to the hit parade:

Dan Hartman - I Can Dream About You

Christine McVie - Got A Hold On Me

Kenny Rogers & Dolly Parton - Islands In The Stream

Mary Jane Girls - In My House

Honeydrippers - Sea Of Love

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