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If you have something left on your bucket list that you'd like to clear up before 5 p.m., feel free to go forth and conquer for surely this is the end of the world.....Armageddon.....the end of days as prophesized in Matthew's Gospel, Chapter 24, Verse 36.

Last week, I had the great fortune to spit my cornflakes a near record 25 feet (the notoriously tough East German judge was sufficiently moved enough to give me a 9) upon reading what the marketing geniuses at Ben & Jerry's had…

It might be a minor victory, but I take great comfort in the fact that I have never made a trip to Farmville. I've never engaged in a Mafia War, thought to take the next step toward discovering what Hollywood star I most resemble or felt compelled to let everyone in the universe know where I'm traveling at any given moment. I'm antisocial that way, even in the social realm known as Facebook.

Facebook is a wonderful communication tool for a number of reasons - establishing a new…

I have one thing to say and one thing to say only - you're going to have to do better than boiling me. Cut my brake line, lace my mid afternoon Diet Coke with strychnine, push me in front of a speeding car or force me to watch a selectman's meeting on community access, but do better than this. Death will not come easy for this proud warrior.

Anyone who has every occupied a cubicle, shared space with another carbon life form or been part of the American workforce has encountered the…

I usually dismiss the sentiment "They don't make them like they used to" as the ramblings of someone whose time has passed them by. However, walking in front of the New Hampshire State House on a near daily basis, I can truly say without reservation that some truths have become self evident - they just don't make protests like they used to.

Sure, there's fire in the belly and passion in the voice, but where's the theatricality? In an age when you can attend a protest on virtually any…