Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

Here is a recent photo of my cousins Marissa and Isabella and their little dog, Princess. The funniest thing to me about this is that my Uncle Will, their dad, is so overrun by girls - two daughters and of course his wife, my Aunt Jeanette - and not only a girl dog, but a tiny Chihuahua who wears dresses. I love it.

Don't worry Uncle Will, there's a special place in heaven for you.

This guy seriously needs to have his head checked. Apparently men shouldn't do housework because they have contempt for it because women do it. Huh?

I can't even begin to elaborate on how insane this guy is. I don't understand his point. Is his point just to piss everybody off and cause an uproar?

All I know is if there's reincarnation this guy is coming back as a hotel maid or something. About a thousand lives in a row. What an ass.

This story is awesome. First of all, Y just cracks me up with her aerobic dancing and I love how she tells stories - just kind of crazy like her blog is a phone call to her best friend because she can't wait to tell the story.

Anyway, I love everything about this story, because I can just imagine the sort of women that are in this class that she's talking about and damn, they deserved to have their asses handed to them.

If anyone is a total TV whore like me and watched every episode of this show, you would know that they are big fans of cooking Chilean Sea Bass. I think it might have even been the winning chef's signature dish.

However, apparently there aren't so many of them left. Maybe you should lay off the Chilean Sea Bass, kids.

I'm a nerd, but this is pretty cool.

Of course, I'm fairly certain I'll never ride in it but I just think it's cool because for no apparent reason I was a little sad when they retired the Concorde. I guess because it seemed like something we discovered or invented that we were just giving up on.

Any billionaires out there who want to buy me a ride on this when it's up and running? Ha ha.

To serve all you readers out there (OK, really to serve myself somewhat) I finally have my little "stuff" category over on the left hand side where I'll put links to stuff I have recently read, listened to, or watched - and some less recent but favorite stuff too. If you buy any of them by clicking on the link, I get a tiny percentage from Amazon. Isn't that nice? Don't you want to give me 45 cents? Only if you're going to buy it anyway. Why not?

But also, I'm a nerd and I just think it's fun to update that stuff anyway, with the little images and stuff, and also, you may often notice by what I have up there that I really am a NERD. Case in point, the first DVDs I post? Battlestar Galactica. Oh yeah. That's bordering on Sysiphous or however the hell you spell it (you Smithies know what I'm talking about). But I don't care. I like science fiction and as proof I have most of the original Star Wars trilogy memorized and can recite dialogue along with the movie.

Of course this is also true of The Sound of Music. But I think that's only further proof of nerdiness.

OK, before I disgust everyone I'm going to end this now. The point is just to tell you that if you want to know what I recommend for books, music, or DVDs, you can check the left hand column of my blog.

Well, if you know my mom you already know that. But actually, that's the title of this video on YouTube. It's hysterical.

Thanks to SBFH for linking to someone else who posted this by the way.

I can't help it, still a sucker for a horse.

Get well, Barbaro!

The Novelty of Non-Cooking Sluts Soon Wears Off

Idealist: I just want to meet an old-fashioned girl who will make omelets and won't sleep with my friends.

--7th & Ave A

Sorry kids. If you got an email about this hopefully you looked it up to see how much of it was true. None of it is. Several years ago Mars was closer than usual but this summer, nothing special, and it was never 34 miles away from Earth.

As hopefully most readers will realize, if Mars was 34 miles from Earth it would be a major catastrophe, causing crazy tides and bizarre gravitational things to say the least. Also, it would look much larger than the moon in that case, since it IS larger than the moon and since the moon is over 200,000 miles away.

Props to Brian for finding a decent article about it when I was too lazy and found one that was mostly wrong but a little more right than the email I got.

Although I Do Recognize a Treasure Chest When I See One

Mother with little girl: Excuse me. My daughter wants to know if you're a pirate.
Woman wearing bandana: No. I'm just a lesbian.

--Crema Restaurante, 17th & 6th

I dedicate this to all my fellow Smithies.

OK, I can't help it. I have to address this again because the Beacon Hill Civic Association has been placing these lovely signs all over the neighborhood lately.

But maybe, just maybe, BHCA, your own website should support your claims that it's actually a regulation that people not put their trash out before midnight on the day of collection, not just a preference that you would like people to follow.

I agree that it's a good idea, and I understand why it might be a regulation, but so far no one can point me to anything that proves it's really a rule.

All I ask is that if you're going to be obnoxious and put fluorescent signage all over the place, you should actually support your own claims, unless they are lies in which case you should save us all from having to look at your obnoxious postings which are doing nothing for neighborhood beautification by the way.

Follow this tale on my own blog here.

OK, stuff like this creeps me out a bit, I can't help it. Though I don't think I'd find it too hard to believe that this is just some kind of weird looking wild dog or something, the descriptions of it terrorizing people from the woods for years and killing big dogs like dobermans and rottweilers adds to the creepiness. It also exactly reminds me of creepy Dean Koontz and Stephen King type books.

I'll take one in each color. Size L. They're cute and kind of sporty, and definitely comfy without looking sloppy.

Dude, calm down. Really, aren't there more upsetting things in the fashion world? Like skinny jeans? And thongs hanging out the top of low-riding pants? And (OK, I'll admit I wore some breifly) pointy-toed heels? And shorts with words printed across the ass? I mean let's let people have some relatively cheap comfortable shoes.

I love my Crocs, sorry mister. Also, to your certain horror, I not only would wear sweatpants to the grocery store (apparently a cringe-worthy fashion faux-pas), I've worn pajamas.

Apparently, many people are outraged that a baby magazine chose to feature a picture of a baby nursing on the cover.

Huh? Seriously, I'm at a loss for even what to say except I think that people are totally fucking insane. What is this puritanical weirdness in this country? It's so disturbing.

Meanwhile I have to look at asscrack and thongs all day because little girlies in their low-riding jeans are too stupid to figure out how to keep their goodies covered.

Did you know that they JUST THIS WEEK changed the names of "French Toast" and "French Fries" back to their REAL names instead of their stupid made-up names?

Dude, that was 3 years ago. Remember how everybody in this country hates the war in Iraq now? Yeah, I think it's about time to get over the whole hating-France thing.

No worries.

• Scary clouds in Antarctica
• Heat wave in the midwest
• Heat wave in CANADA

Yeah, don't worry, everything's peachy keen.