This story rocks:

Police in New Jersey busted a couple of ninja warriors on Thursday. The two young men are now facing serious charges.

Jesse Trojaniak of Clifton has had a fascination with ninjas. "For a very long time now," the 19-year-old said.  He has the swords ... the kendo stick. "The knives and stuff ... and the nunchuks," he added.

But early Wednesday morning his ninja activities got him busted by cops, along with his friend Tadeusz Tertkiewicz, 20.  Police said they found the two in a car on Rt. 46 dressed in black ninja garb and SWAT-type vests, armed with an assortment of knives, swords, nunchuks ... and a cross bow.

"They were armed to the teeth," Clifton Police Det. Capt. Robert Rowan said.

Police said they were on their way to deliver warning letters to drug dealers and drug users urging them to stop their "impure" activities. The letters said those who persisted would be stopped with "justified yet, merciful force."

So much for my resolution to post every day. 

I haven't  even watched one minute of the Olympics.  Not that I don't want to, but I just haven't had the chance.  I really need to get a life.  

From Associated Press (emphasis added):

"An American woman received five puppies Tuesday that were cloned from her beloved late pitbull, becoming the inaugural customer of a South Korean company that says it is the world's first successful commercial canine cloning service.

Seoul-based RNL Bio said the clones of Bernann McKinney's dog Booger were born last week after being cloned in cooperation with a team of Seoul National University scientists who created the world's first cloned dog in 2005.

"It's a miracle!" McKinney repeatedly shouted Tuesday when she saw the cloned Boogers for which she paid $50,000."

I'm not sure how I feel about this.  In one way it would be nice to have an exact copy of your beloved dog, made from its DNA. On the other hand, it's a little creepy.  Do clones have souls?

Saturday morning I have to go to work, which obviously sucks butt.  But Saturday afternoon I'm volunteering for a local senate campaign, which is cool.  In fact, I got offered a job contingent on whether the guy I'm helping wins a senate seat.  But chances are I probably won't accept (because it hasn't even been a year with my current firm).  [side note:  I just noticed that there's an ant in my coffee as I'm writing this].  Volunteering should make election night interesting.  Instead of watching other campaign volunteers on TV watching TV themselves to find out the results, I'll be able to actually experience the thrill of finding out what happens to a race that I was tangentially involved with.   

Having grown up watching the Cubs lose year after year, I've come to expect nothing but disappointing seasons and watchin other teams in the playoffs in October.  Some years were worse than others, and some were better.  The Cubs came close to finally making the World Series a few years ago, but as usual the ended up losing.  The aforementioned background is why I'm struggling with how to feel this year.  This year, the Cubs are in first place and they have great starting pitching, a good offense, and a good manager.  I don't even live in Chicago anymore but I can still feel the excitement and expectation underlying the current season.  Do I dare to believe that this finally the year?  I'm scared to get my hopes up but I can't ignore the success my team is having this season.  At this rate I don't know if I'll last until October! 

Starting tomorrow, my wife wants me to wake up at 5 a.m. and jog everyday.  She says my stomach is becoming more noticable.  Yikes....

Today I saw what appeared to be a homeless guy, with a scraggly beard, soiled clothes, and a slightly unbalanced look in his eyes, stand in the middle of the road and hold up a piece of cardboard.  At first I expected to see some message like "Will Work for Food," or "The End is Near!"  But instead there was a website address scrawled in an uneven hand on the sign. I'm slightly intrigued by this because the guy looked like Internet access was the last thing you would think he would have. 

I haven't gone to the site yet because what if it's a weird site with lots of viruses and spyware.  It could also be that the site is cursed and if you log on, you will end up standing in the middle of the street with a crazed look in your eyes, holding up a sign with the very same website scrawled on it.....

Today as I was doing the laundry (yes, I'm not a total neanderthal), I realized that one of my tank tops is 18 years old.  I actually remember getting it in 1990...and I still wear it.  I don't wear it in public though because I just use it for sleeping. The edges are frayed and there are a few holes, but it's still relatively intact.  My shirt is actually older than some of my friends' children.  I think maybe I better clean out my closet pretty soon.