I was born with curly hair. Actually, that’s not true. I was born bald. It was shortly after that the afro arrived. It has been my constant companion ever since. We have made our peace, but it was a long time coming. 

I go through a general process whenever I buy something that requires installation or assembly. It goes like this:

1. Return home excited at the prospect of the new product and rip it open five nanoseconds after I get home in spite of any other plans I may otherwise have.

2. Read the directions.

3. Curse loudly. 

My daughter recently acquired a Native American Bead Loom (made in Taiwan, which apparently was where the Cherokee settled after walking the Trail of Tears) with the noble intent of making friendship bracelets.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with them, Friendship Bracelets are basically the Native American equivalent of a Myspace Friend Request. 

Ah, to be a four year old pirate.

You get ALL the chicks.

Let me explain . . . 

For those of you who think porn is something a little bit idiotic or a bit of harmless fun, let me now inform you that it is more, much more, than that.

In fact, it is a little known fact that porn drives the development of technology.

I consider myself to be a pretty laid back sort of person, not a trace of OCD.  I really don't care enough about so many things to have it ... pink sock, black sock?  Who cares if they are hidden under boots, and don't even think about matching underwear.  The only way my underwear matches on is that both top and bottoms are clean. 

Despite what the fine folks at the Gerber Company would like you to believe, not all newborns are cute.

Aside from their normal functions, cell phones may soon have several new uses.  And I’m not talking about bracelet phones, mobile TV, or high speed internet connections.  Something entirely different is on the horizon for the mobile phone industry.