Prodigal Son

Right back at you man.  Right back at you.

Not the Public Enemies we thought they were.

If there's a will...

...there's a way to balance the federal budget.  Come on folks, if Esquire can do it, then you sure as hell can too.

Sound of the Day

Via Sullivan, a sweet mash-up of Pink Floyd and the Bee Gees:

Beer News

Sam Adams will always have my heart (and tongue, and stomach), but this news from Pennsylvania's ow Yeungling Brewery is gonna make a run at it.

The Postal Service works in mysterious ways

Good news, everyone!  After giving up all hope that the book I was going to be reviewing would show up - ta da! - it arrives.  Though it might have been here for awhile.  It seems the postal service doesn't think the mailbox is a good place for, you know, mail, so they left it by the front door.

That's broken.  And we never come in.

Of course, as karma would have it, there was also a box of my aunt's chocolate chop cookies that was sent to me for my birthday, which all sort of beastie (aka squirrel) had gotten into prior to discovery.  I nearly cried.

But so now, with book in hand, we'll try to carry out the plan - I'll try go give you a little review of how it reads and let you know what my thoughts are on what it espouses.  And hopefully this will shoot some life back into my blogging, since I've been doing such a poor job at it as of late.

So stay tuned - Cheshire Prospects is running hot again!

"Rolling my stones, gathering no Moss"

Conspiracy Theory: When Bill Belichick had his "talk" with Randy Moss a few weeks ago about his behavior, it was actually to give him an assignment - a NFL black ops mission. Moss will force himself to be traded each week to whoever the Jets are playing next, and then traded back to New England before the Oct. 31 trading deadline. And that's why Belichick is a genius.

Real Theory: Crappiest birthday present ever.