I’m on a bit of a work stoppage at the moment. (It’s not much of a protest, since it will only last as long as writing this entry.) It’s my response to the powers above who request information immediately about something they could have mentioned weeks ago. And so goes my impotent little fist shake.

I now have two hits from people searching for IHoP’s “never-ending pancakes.” Ahh, the exalted glory of pancakes to infinity. Although, now that I have my own waffle iron, it is as though I can sip the gods’ sweet nectar unrestrained and uninhibited. It is the golden brown taste of freedom. (My apologies to anyone doing serious research on the pancakes, who reaches this site in error.)

Other than that, I’m happy to have M. around again. I’ve decided to stop wondering at the concept in which we enjoy time together and just enjoy the ride. (Well, up until I think of another neurotic reason to deny fun.)

The best use of web technology, may be right here. Northeastern is asking you, the web-surfer, to help identify the pricks run amok on Superbowl Sunday. It’s like a little Boston-tinged episode of “Cops.” Very quaint.