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Dylan Drew points to a live reenactment of level one of the original Super Mario Bros. game.

My first question: What can't you find on the Internet today?

My second question: Who thought of the fireball bit towards the end?

I think the Sports Guy says it best (speaking about finding some old clips of 1980's WWF wrestling shows):

So here's my question: In a million years, did you ever think this would happen? One decade ago, I didn't even have an e-mail address or know what the Internet was ... now I can watch Piper slam a coconut against Snuka's head whenever I want? What will the world be like 10 years from now? Is it possible to procrastinate for 24 hours a day? Are we headed that way?

If that's the case, I'm in trouble.

What I really find amazing is the crowd at this thing. They are going WILD. Did people actually pay to go to this? Was this part of some booze-filled "Spring Weekend" where everyone is either too drunk or too stoned (or both) to know any better?

Of course, who am I to judge? When I was a sophomore, we entertained ourselves by faking fire alarms in our fraternity house, even going as far as to let off the extinguisher (we were a responsible bunch) before waking people up at 3AM to "evacuate". And yes, we taped the whole thing. But dammit if we weren't five years before our time. We could've been online celebrities!

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Incredible story on ESPN.com about a West Point hockey player killed in action in Afghanistan.

Take ten minutes to read the whole thing.

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You know, it would just be easier if you reunited instead of doing stuff like this:

Trey Anastasio has confirmed that he will tour with the Benevento/Russo Duo featuring Mike Gordon this summer. The former Phish guitarist has recently recorded four songs with Gordon and the Duo in Brooklyn for his next album, Bar 17, including an orchestra-bolstered version of “Goodbye Head.” In addition, Anastasio’s solo album will include contributions from Cyro Baptista and selections from the Barn sessions recorded before Shine. “I’m kind of getting back to the record I was working on before Shine,” Anastasio told Sirius Jam_On this afternoon. “It’s more in line with what people would expect from me.” Anastasio, Gordon, Russo and Benevento will embark on a three-week tour with Phil Lesh this summer. In addition to Gordon, who has toured with the Duo on several occasions, Page McConnell and Jon Fishman have both recently jammed with the organ and drums combo. The Benevento/Russo Duo will issue its next studio album, Play, Pause, Stop, later this summer.

Cause, you know, that way we wouldn't actually have to go see you at this show in hopes that Phish would reappear. We could just buy a ticket to a Phish concert. That makes sense.

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I manage a Sales team here at TheLadders.com.

Who's up for a May sales contest?

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Yesterday was my 2-year anniversary at TheLadders.com. Go me!

I even got a hockey jersey with my name on the back.

I was then forced to wear it the entire day over my button-down. A good look I must say.

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The best part of last night's American Idol was the pained look on the David Foster's face as he worked with some of the contestants. Just priceless.

And now, an open letter to Kellie Pickler...

Dear Kellie,

PACK IT IN!

TIME TO GO!

YOU IRRITATE ME!

YOUR MAKEUP IS TERRIBLE!

YOUR HAIR IS WORSE!

YOUR ACT IS TIRESOME!

YOU CAN'T SING!

Love,

MrShafrir

And now, a song for you:

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

A few random thoughts about last night:

- Katherine Mcphee looked great. Plus she had a wardrobe "malfunction" when a button on her dress popped open, revealing a lot more leg than she probably intended. I didn't agree, at all, with the judges criticism of her. It could be that Whitney's "I Have Nothing" is one of my favorite songs of all-time, but I thought she did a pretty good job. It certainly wasn't the hack job the judges made it out to be.

- Paula Abdul crying over Elliot Yamin. I don't have anything to say about that. Stunned silence, really.

- I thought the double-barreled guitar attack with Chris Daughtry was a little heavy handed, especially with both of them plucking along Mariachi-style, but overall his performance was solid (as usual).

- The bottom 3? I'm going with Pickler, Paris, and, in a surprise, Taylor. Of course, it's probably going to be Mcphee, but I refuse to contribute to her demise by placing her in the MrShafrir.com bottom 3. Pickler, whooooaaaaaa SEE YA!

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Here's some more fun with business buzz words...I especially like that these were turned into a fun game you can play during meetings.

BINGO!

Thankfully at my job we don't run into too many people using too many of these words...we're more in the business of "getting things done" and "making it happen" :-).

We did have one guy who managed to put together entire sentences with these phrases. He didn't last very long...

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I'm not sure what the joke is here, and, considering someone died...

But the funniest part is this:

McMillan said neither the rescue workers nor the court building had defibrillators, which can sometime revive patients by delivering shocks to the heart.

The county allocated money last year to buy the paddles but has been studying where they are needed.

I can think of one spot.

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I'm off to Chicago for a few days for work. Back to the blog on Friday. Don't miss me too much.

I did want to mention one more thing about American Idol tonight.

Apparently, Saturday Night Live did a sketch where they immitated Taylor and his, ummm, quirky mannerisms. When Seacrest asked Taylor how he felt about that, Taylor said, and I quote, "Flattery is a great form of humor".

Ladies and Gentlemen, Taylor Hicks!

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You could say I was mildly excited for Rod Stewart night on American Idol, but you'd be lying.

I was very excited.

So imagine my disappointment when they announced they'd be singing from his recent records of Standards, rather than classic Stewart hits. We're talking Vito-Spatafore's-wife-finds-out-her-husband-is-gay-after-many-years-of-marriage-and-two-kids level disappointment.

Slight exaggeration, but close.

There would be no "Stay With Me" or "Having a Party". "Do You Think I'm Sexy" was out. So was "Broken Arrow" and "First Cut Is The Deepest".

Instead, we were treated to some good/great performances of BORING songs. During Taylor Hicks' tune, I was flipping through the Radio Shack circular from the Sunday New York Times.

What was made abundantly clear is that Just like the cream rose to the top with 12 contestants, there is a clear seperation between the top-4 and the bottom-3.

Elliot Yamin, Kellie Pickler, and Ace Young are in trouble. In Ace's case, he's just not as talented as the others. Although he did slick his hair back tonight which at least meant he washed it. Kellie's "I'm cute, stupid, and innocent" act is wearing really thin. Not to mention, she was TERRIBLE tonight. Just atrocious. Off-tune and singing ahead of the music. Elliot actually has top-4 talent, but there's something about him that just doesn't click. When I watch him perform, I don't think I'm watching the next American Idol.

My prediction for tomorrow's kick-off: Ace, Pickler, Elliot, bottom 3, with Elliot getting the boot in a slight upset.

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Congrats to Katie and Tom!

Tom, enjoy the placenta.

Katie, enjoy the...hmmm, can't think of anything here.

My 401(k) has investment options like "Aggressive", "Income", "Growth", etc. Why can't I just let it all ride on "This kid will NOT be normal"?

Update: If were as funny as Gawker, this would've been my punchline:

The press release is thin on details like, say, when exactly the child was born, but the poor thing weighed in at 7 pounds and 7 ounces and is reportedly named Suri, which means “doomed” in Hebrew and “utterly fucked” in Persian.

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Ah, the glories of the Internet.

First, a dude out in San Diego (is there anyone in San Diego besides a "dude") splices the audio broadcast from Game 6 of the 1986 World Series with a recreation of the action on, yep, RBI Baseball. For those of you who can't imagine this, it's basically Vin Scully talking over an exact action replica of the game.

Then the dude gets an interview on Yahoo Sports, where he comes off as surprisingly normal. Plus, an exec from a movie production company saw the video and hired the dude as a Production Assistant. Not bad for 10 hours (yep, 10 hours) of work.

So, what do we learn from this?

1) Bill Buckner committed an error that broke the hearts of Red Sox fans everywhere.
2) We (yes, we) had already choked a two-run, two-out lead in the bottom of the ninth away. Somehow, this is always forgotten when people rush to blame Bill Buckner for all things wrong in the world (pre-2004 when the Sox finally won the damn World Series). Oh, and we lost Game 7 too, just for kicks I suppose.
3) Make a cool video, become a semi-Internet celebrity, get a job, get interviewed on Yahoo Sports. Almost the same career trajectory as Paris Hilton, minus all the nudity.

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After a long hibernation, New York City looks like it's finally coming back to life. Or maybe it's just the weather. In any case, if New York City is my living room, it was a great host this weekend.

Friday night was the Death Cab for Cutie/Franz Ferdinand concert at Hammerstein. I wasn't a huge fan of Hammerstein before Friday night, but for some reason, it showed me it could be a pretty awesome place to see a show. I thought going in that Death Cab would be a tough act in a live setting and they proved me right. I'm a huge Death Cab fan, but they just don't have performance chops that accurately capture their sound and songwriting abilities. It's too bad too, because when they really clicked, like on their set closing "Transatlanticism", they were pretty good. For the most part though, they were pretty boring.

Franz Ferdinand on the other hand, is a GREAT live band. Their lead singer took control of the crowd from the first note and didn't let go until the final song was sung. Franz Ferdinand also played an incredible version of "Take Me Out" which is tough because it's their most popular song and they must play it at every concert. They really, really rocked, so much so that Eugene was pumping his fist by the end. And if you know Eugene, that means Franz Ferdinand was rocking. Or it could mean that we were very drunk. Either way.

Saturday brought an 80-degree day which meant I was going to do the Union Sq./Wash. Sq. combo. Union Sq. is what I consider the "center" of NYC -- you see everyone and their mother there. Washington Sq. is a great place to chill out, listen to some music, see some street performers, and relax.

Anyway, I took some pictures.

This guy was pissed because, and I quote, "It's hard living in the mortal realm of New York City after 4800 years on earth". I'm with you, bro.

We came across a couple of dudes doing the old turn-some-buckets-over-and-play-them trick. Then some kids got involved:

The little guy was getting down on his harmonica too.

Then all hell broke loose.

This guy smelled kind of bad.

These guys actually had a big crowd standing around them. That's not the point of this picture though. While we were watching this group, a guy stepped in front of me with a camera. Was he taking the same shots as me? No sir. He was TAKING PICTURES OF WOMEN'S FEET. I'm not joking; I saw the pictures with my own eyes. Only in New York...

Even dumpling man was having a great time...next to Dumpling Man is a new art gallery with works by James De La Vega. Check it out, it's really cool stuff.

Later it was time for some drinks on Shap's roof and a trip to Naked Lunch. Both Eugene and Shap threw up at the bar. Not in the bathroom either. Gene puked right into the bottle of beer he was drinking from and Shap let out a little stream directly underneath the bar. After Shap's episdoe, he got kicked out so we left. Yes, we're 26 years old.

Oh Jager, you are evil.

Sunday was a lazy day. Thanks New York for a great weekend!

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Great, great, discussion on Boston.com about overused business buzzwords.

I'm definitely guilty of "I'll circle back with you" and "it is what it is"...

My favorite post came from a woman who suggested:

LET's MAKE SOME UP!!!!!! Just try the following or make your own up to see, ya know, what 'sticks to the wall'....HOW ABOUT:

"The meeting was somewhat productive but got all Fragglerocked." Meaning: entertaining but suspiciously drug-addled.

"I can't feedback on these talking points right now, but let's knock boots on this tomorrow" Try saying that in a meeting with a straight face. My God, that would be funny.

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I got all excited when the Yankees started the season 2-4.

And then?

Well, there's always the Royals to get you back on your feet.

Meanwhile, the Sox roll on at 6-2 looking to take the series from the Jays tonight. Clement, who may be my least favorite Red Sox pitcher of the last 15 years (behind only John Wasdin), takes the mound.

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So American Idol was back to their "this is going to cost you some money" ways, as I downloaded some Queen tunes this morning.

One note about the bio of Queen from the beginning of the show. For those of you who don't know, or, like millions of younger viewers out there who had probably never heard of Queen, Freddie Mercury died of AIDS (or complications from AIDS I suppose). I can only imagine the meeting Fox had to decide whether or not to mention that.

Sr. Exec: "So, uhhh, that montage was great. What do we do about the whole Freddie Mercury AIDS thing?"

Jr. Associate Assistant Producer: "What's AIDS?"

Sr. Exec: "OK, that settles it. We'll just go with 'tragic death'".

I guess what I'm saying is that AIDS used to be a HUGE deal -- Rock Hudson, Freddie Mercury, Magic Johnson -- and now it gets lumped in to the same cause of death as something like "massive drug overdose".

On to the show:

I came in excited about Queen night -- great rock tunes and a varied enough catalog that their should've been something for everyone.

The highlight of the night came early when Ace suggested to Queen that they try "We Will Rock You", which is probably a top-ten rock anthem and one of Queen's greatest songs, with a different arrangement. Queen guitarist Brian May looks him right in the eye and says "we're not going to play our song that way". When Seacrest asked Ace about it later, Ace ignored him and answered a totally different question.

He then proceeded to give an embarrassingly over- the-top performance which should seal his fate tonight. Can't say I'll miss him. In all honesty, he should've done David Bowie's vocal part from "Under Pressure" because at least that has some his trademark falsetto. On a good note, the next time I'm involved in a Wild West style shootout, I'll be sure to give my opponent the "Ace Young staredown".

Quick question: Does Kellie Pickler take down a few shots of Wild Turkey and then decide on an outfit or is that a sober consultation between her and her stylist? And where do I get a black leather jacket with a rhinestone crucifix on the back, because that would really round out my wardrobe.

Quick question 2: If I look for photos on Flckr tagged with "Dominatrix" does Paris Bennett show up? Or would "Hooker" get me better results?

Kathrine McPhee gave a great performance last night, but when you go with a Queen song from the 1986 soundtrack of Highlander, and a boring ballad at that, you automatically don't get my vote. Take a risk McPhee, we know you got the vocals. On a side note, this is amazing.

Finally, Chris Daughtry, the fact that you didn't do "Another One Bites The Dust" was really, really, really, disappointing, and I agree with Simon that you are singing self-serving songs (not to mention songs that NO ONE knows). Plus you were wearing eye-liner last night.

Prediction for tonight: Bucky, it's time to go. Other bottom two possibilities: Ace, McPhee, Elliot Yamin.

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First, it loses the Real World Season 18 to Denver of all places.

What, Cleveland was busy? Pittsburgh was all booked?

And then, this.

Tough day.

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Here's something I didn't want to read this morning:

My contact solution is MAKING ME BLIND. Hopefully I'll drink some cyanide-laced milk tomorrow with my cereal.

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Outgoing Boston Globe rock critic Steve Morse pens an engrossing retrospective here.

Engrossing, I suppose, to people like me who watched Almost Famous and said "Damn, if only I had grown up in 1970, I could've done that". Unfortunately, I grew up in the 80's and 90's, and my parents pushed me towards typical suburban activities like Little League, swim team, and Hebrew school. On a side note, when I told them I wanted to play golf, they both wondered where they had gone wrong raising me, so in some twisted way, playing golf turned into a mild act of rebellion. Or something like that.

Anyway, Steve Morse followed his dream and thousands of concerts later, Bono showed up at his retirement party. I always liked how Morse seemed to go to every concert that came to Boston. There wasn't a band out there that he wouldn't see. He saw bands like Coldplay on their first US tour play the Paradise, a venue of about 500 people. He saw U2 every single time they played Boston. He went to both Woodstock '94 and '99. And once or twice a month he'd throw a review out there for a band you'd never heard of and would never hear from again. In other words, if there was music being played, there was a good chance he was there.

I think his greatest strength was that while he wasn't necessarily a fan of all the music he covered, he was a music fan. That allowed him to look critically at bands like Phish -- bands that were typically panned by "mainstream" media -- and judge them with an unbiased eye. Did they put on a good show? Yes. Were people into it? Yes. Were they his favorite band? Didn't matter.

You hear all the time about people who love their jobs. I don't really believe it, for the most part. I really like my job, sure. But there are times it feels like work. You know what I'm talking about.

Does this sound like work though?

I also fell hard for reggae, going to Jamaica a couple of times and interviewing reggae patriarch Bob Marley at the Essex House hotel in Manhattan. That was a chaotic experience. I arrived at 11 a.m. and couldn't find his room. I asked a cleaning attendant, and she said with a smile, "Just follow your nose." The scent of marijuana led me to a room where several members of Marley's entourage were sharing two king-size joints while kicking a soccer ball and bumping into a picture window overlooking Central Park. Marley sat on a couch, reading aloud from the Bible's Book of Revelation (with its "lion of the tribe of Judah" reference so important to Marley's Rastafarian religion). He ignored me and kept reading for about 10 minutes, until I finally dared to say, "Bob, I appreciate the reading, but the Globe sent me down to talk about your music." Suddenly, the soccer playing stopped. Everyone looked at me as though I had interrupted God himself. But after a moment, Marley said, "You're right, mon. Come over and let's talk." He closed the Bible and gave me his attention as we discussed his theme of world brotherhood. As soon as the interview was finished, the soccer playing resumed, the Bible was reopened, and I was ushered out the door.

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This is a really funny list of "Things you'd love to say out loud at work".

I'm a big fan of stick-it-to-the-man humor (think Office Space) and this list nails it...

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Back when you could actually get a seat, I ate a few times at Momofuku.

Turns out I was one of the trailblazers:

"There was a time, about six months after we opened, when we were about to go out of business," Mr. Chang said.

Glad to see the chef, David Chang, get some press, and his restaurant get the bodies in the seats (and waiting on the sidewalk outside). He always seemed like a nice guy, and what he does with Berkshire Pork is downright incredible.

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Poor form Seth Cohen.

The way you treated Summer tonight was unacceptable.

Lying was one thing, but then intentionally hurting her while holding on to the lie...how dare you.

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There's a ton of static electricity in my office. So much so that basically no matter what you touch, you get a slight shock. I'm at the point where even at home, I flinch before touching the doorknob.

Anyway, today on my way to the breakroom, I inadvertantly brushed up against the frame of the door. Not a big deal you say?

Ah, but the touch point of that fateful brush was my right nipple (under the shirt). Ever been shocked in the right nipple? Didn't think so. Neither had I, and it killed.

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Tonight had to be the end for Foulke.

With a 2-1 lead going into the bottom of the ninth, it was Papelbon, not Foulke, warming up for the Sox. And when the bullpen door opened, it was Papelbon coming in to close the door on the Rangers. Actually, he blew them away with high heat in the mid-90's.

Let's see...25-year-old flame thrower or creaky old dude with the bad knees and the 87 mile-per-hour CHEESE? I just don't see how Tito Francona can pitch Foulke in the closer's spot.

Josh Beckett looked great by the way.

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I've updated the music on the right-hand side of the blog. Go for it. You know you want to.

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The bathrooms at work aren't that great, but they do have windows.

That means I can see THAT IT IS FUCKING SNOWING while I do my business.

Sorry for swearing on the blog, but seriously. Do I really need heavy snow on April 5th to remind that I live in a city that's cold six months of the year?

Last weekend was 70 degrees. I'm assuming that's what's passing as "Spring" this year, meaning sometime next week it will be 90 and humid straight through to September.

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It was Country night on American Idol tonight. Can't say I was especially excited, but it did save me at least 4 bucks because I wasn't running to iTunes immediately after the show buying all the songs.

Before I get to a few thoughts, let's start by saying the episode got off to a FANTASTIC start. After the second performer they cut to the crowd, and, lo and behold, it's Rachel Bilson.

Got that? It was Rachel Bilson.

Aww, hell. One more time: Rachel Bilson.

Ok, good. Granted, it was even better that she sat while the entire crowd gave a standing ovation.

That was followed later by crowd shots of Whoopie Goldberg and Chris Rock, who looked like he must have lost a bet with someone to end up in the audience last night.

Anyway, three thoughts:

1) As little as I was looking forward to Country night, at least the contestants would be challenged and we'd be hearing something new. I mean, I expected every song to be something up-tempo from Big and Rich or Brooks and Dunn (not that I have any idea what songs they sing, but they seem like as good representation of the current state of country music as any other). Instead we got Paris singing drivel like "How Do I Live Without You" and Bucky puking up crap like "Best I Ever Had". I'm sure that's a country song, but I first heard it done by Vertical Horizon. That, to me, doesn't count as country. Especially coming from someone like Bucky, who managed to screw up the ONE WEEK that he should've done well. And "How Do I Live Without You" doesn't sound anymore country than a typical love song. Sure it's a Leann Rimes tune, but couldn't you see Mariah Carey or Kelly Clarkson doing the same song? Just disappointing all around. Next time, just give me Rascall Flatts "Bless This Broken Road" and be done with it.

2) Kellie Pickler has replaced Paris as the worst interview. I cringed last night as she butchered "calamari" and "salmon". I also don't believe she's nearly as dumb as she comes off. At least Seacrest isn't afraid of calling her out. Paris, by the way, must've used the entire bottle of Proactiv last week because her face cleared right up. And whatever interview coach they hired her should be paid a ton because she actually sounded normal last night. Of course, that didn't stop her from saying "thank you" after Paula ripped her performance.

3) I'm convinced there's just not a ton of talent here. Sure you've got Chris Daughtry who supposedly was offered the lead spot in Fuel after one of his performances, but could you really pick who are the definite top-three contenders? A few weeks ago it seemed like a clear race between Daughtry, Mandisa, and McPhee, but not anymore. It's like a high school play.

But at least Rachel Bilson was there...

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Isn't that the title of a book?

Anyway, the Sox got killed tonight. Wakefield is can be so hit or miss, which makes you wonder WHAT HE'S DOING AS THE NUMBER TWO STARTER?!?!

Please tell me we aren't doing the "let's put Wakefield in between two fastball pitchers" this year.

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It's not often I add a bookmark to my already complicated life, but this guy just earned one.

Fresh Pepper.

Well done! And yes, I know I should be using some sort of RSS reader, but, whatever.

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Sox looked good yesterday (Schilling looked great). Yankees looked good last night (Johnson looked great). Sox should be OK for a few months before Beckett's middle finger falls off and Foulke's knees calcify. Then it's Papelbon time, who, if you believe the media hype about him, will be able to be both a starter and a reliever (in the same game).

In a related note, JC isn't my flavor, but I gotta give the holy spirit some props for this one.

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If you look to one of my very first entries on this humble blog of mine, you'll see that I not only do I love a good burger, but I give rave reviews to Shake Shack.

This, however, is ridiculous.

I've been to Shake Shack before where the line has been long -- maybe 30 people -- but that line has to have at least a hundred people queued up for burger nirvana.

Seriously. Between this and Trader Joe's, where do people find the time?

Update: Dylan and Eugene report that they waited an hour and a half for their burger today, between the time they got in line to the time they first sunk their teeth into the bovine sweetness. Unreal.

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Just got home from San Diego (again)...red-eye anyone?

I know you missed me.

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