What’s better than 62 degrees on the last day of January? 74 degrees on the last day of February. The normal high for today is 48, while the record is 78. We’re *this* close…

It’s surreal to be telecommuting from my deck in February. Barefoot and with the dog chewing her bone nearby, no less. February has been record-breaking dry, hot on the heals of January being record-breaking warm. I can’t wait for 115 on the last day of July.

Also, I feel bad for coveting those garage door openers that can operate two doors with one remote. You know, ’cause kids are starving in China and such.

I’ve done gone and gotten me one of those MySpace thingies.  My friends list is woefully short and I’m feeling mightily unpopular.  If got a space too, please take pity and let me into your clique.

http://www.myspace.com/35606712

The Internets never cease to amaze. Wired News tells how someone has created software to replace the little black and help players manage all of their dates. This thing called Girlfriend X does more than just keep track of names and numbers it. It keeps detailed records on dates, money spent, hookups, online dating profiles from sites like Match and Yahoo, high/low maintainence ratings, and much more. The true power of this software comes from the statistics. It can graph a particular lady’s “yield” or basically many times she puts out versus how much money you spend on her. There is even a PDA version called appropriately enough, Wingman.

A few local bloggers are having fun with the giant 8 story Lance Armstrong face towering over the Plaza, and have inspired my own contributions…

My nephew has recently graduated from a car seat to a booster seat.  But this isn’t some simple piece of plastic, it’s a pimped out beast.  The thing has two cup holders that pull out from underneath the seat. What toddler needs two beverages?  But that’s not all.  It also has two reading lights, appareantly for the geeky toddler that wants to read up on Blues Clues instead of napping.  We had nothing like this in my day.  They just strapped us into the seat belt with a warning not to let it cut our head off if we got in a wreck…