
90% of men wish they could grow a Magnum P.I.-era Tom Selleck mustache. The other 10% are lying.

90% of men wish they could grow a Magnum P.I.-era Tom Selleck mustache. The other 10% are lying.

I do watch the Oscars–sort of. But not like the wife does. I once commented on her Academy Awards obsession and she replied, “Kind of like your March Madness obsession.” Oh. Yeah. Enjoy the Oscars, babe.

Smart phones are the 21st-century adult security blanket. We’ve appropriately moved on from literal blankets only to become dependent on electronic ones. Should this trouble us? No judgment here, just observation.

When I drew this last week I almost inserted “Caddyshack,” but went with “Blazzing Saddles” instead. Now, in light of writer/director/actor Harold Ramis’ death today, I wish I’d stuck with “Caddyshack.” Nevertheless substance–when it comes to movies–is always in the eye of the beholder, and often differs greatly with gender.

My daughter knows who Katy Perry is. Someday I hope she knows who Julian of Norwich is, too. One has been around about 700 years the other about…15 minutes. A most reassuring quote in an increasingly anxious world.