Pardon me, do you have any decency?

Lost during all this craziness about Anna Nicole Smith was the fact that the guy from those Grey Poupon commercials died.

Surely this dapper gentleman deserves a better tribute. I raise my mustard to you, whatever your real name is. You're a true American hero ... even though you're British.

Dreamweaver

I work with graphic designers. They use a lot of computer programs with odd names like Acrobat, Photoshop and Quark. But there's one program that makes me happy every time I hear its name mentioned.

Dreamweaver.

I doubt I'm the only one that can't hear this name without thinking of the scene in Wayne's World where time slows down as Wayne watches Cassandra perform. My mind compusively runs back to that perfect music:

"Oooooooh, dream weaver, I believe you can get me through the night!"

Unlike the song, however, I don't think a web design program can, indeed, get me through the night.

That's Ambien's job.

Obvious things are new to me

Walking to the train today, I noticed something that I'd never really considered before:

Invariably, most people walk around with their mouths open.

Of course, I don't mean fully open, mid-yawn. Just a little bit of separation at the lips, not tight shut.

Is there a reason for this?

Maybe, subconciously, we all fear the very remote possibility of our lips fusing together and never being able to eat again. Or, maybe that's just my fear.