Call me old fashioned, but I much prefer my Television viewing with commercial interruptions. Not because I want to be pitched, but because I want (need) to rush into the bathroom and brush my teeth and do other things. On the other hand, viewing cable shows clear through upsets my ingrained habits, if not my circadian rhythm, and everything else. How could I be brought up one way and then they change the game?P.S. Does anyone really watch commercials?

When it comes to social media, I am delayed. A few weeks ago, I would have said that I don't do social media. My change to “delayed” status reflects my recent experience with Kickstarter.

It's not often that a Pacifist can support a battle, but on Sunday that all changed. If you were fortunate enough to be at The Knitting Factory, you heard a battle that would soothe the savage breast. Different genres, different ages, different colors, different orientations, different sexes and that's just the bands, you should have seen the crowd... Many fabulous Gothamites were IN the bands, I'm looking at you: Curt Arnel, Mike Liebensohn & Chris Plietz! Every band was great, I don't how the judges could possibly decide, except that the well experienced Norman Spizz(VIG) gave such co

  Jeopardy has been in my life since 1991. Truth be told, I had never been the biggest fan (and I never liked Alex Trebek). From the time I met my husband, however, 7 pm became hallowed time – the time when the television would go on and we would compete in the categories of the day. Jeopardy was and continues to be his game of choice. As the years progressed, even my kids watched and still do when we are together.

“Sunday dinner” means different things to different families. To my family, during the winter, it  generally means ordering in from our favorite Italian restaurant. During the summer, it means watching my husband cook our dinner on the bar-b-que. Given all of our busy schedules, it is one of the only days during the week that we sit down and eat dinner together.

I proudly display all sorts of objects on my desk that my kids made when they were little.  I have a ceramic pencil holder that Max made and a small little ceramic bowl that I use to hold paper clips.   From Hilary I have a great paperweight with my initials on it in squiggly wormy letters.  I have used it for many years.  

First off a get well wish to regular Saturday blogger, our friend Mitch Tobol, who some of us fondly call by his nom de pen, webmaster.  A bit under the weather, we wish him to get well.  I am honored to be called in to pinch-blog.  Here goes:

The following is from last year and it warrants repetition:   If you drive you play it   Salt and plows make it   Tires and suspensions hate it   How many more weeks to evade it?