I swear I saw a Saturday morning Good Morning America entry exposing the fact that cell phone apps cause anorexia -- well, so they implied without actually saying so. They found some anorexia sufferers who happen to use their iphone calorie-counting apps to monitor their OCD path to starvation. Do the apps cause the mental illness? You decide! (I can't find the report online now.)

Also, you can use the Good Morning America adult BMI calculator app to see how fast your cell phone apps are killing you. An app to find out if your apps are killing you? There's an app for that!

Luckily, my cell phone has no apps and care barely recognize a text message. This is causing me to overeat. That's why GMA BMI calc says:  "The information you provided gives a BMI of 25.8. Your BMI suggests that you are overweight*."

Tomorrow they are promising to tell us about the "stores where we love to shop... what little secret seeds are they planting in your head?"

In sum, things GMA wants you to be terrified of this week: being overqualified, dying via phone app, and shopping.

If I was a real blogger I would have a periodic "Good Morning America Terror Watch" -- they really want me to be terrified of the most trivial things: last week it was germs I could get from new clothes (probably there are more germs on the clothes on my floor, GMA, so that's a non-story) and potentially deadly traffic lights. Potentially deadly? Heck, just about anything is potentially deadly. My belly button lint is potentially deadly if rolled into a ball and choked upon. Kittens are potentially deadly if you tape them to your eyeballs and attempt to drive. The great thing about the traffic lights bit is that it also had a "fear the environmentalists" angle -- you see, those tofu-sniffing lefties have forced us to change to energy saving LED traffic lights that don't melt snow like good old "regular" American bulbs. Why do they want us to wake up in the morning frightened of new clothes and stop lights?

Anwyway, here are a few pictures:


Kristin and my daughter in front of the holiday-celebratory tree in Danville, Ky. It's about 45 minutes from our new house in Springfield, KY -- about which more later. Incidentally, are these small-town newspapers built to survive the death of old media better than the major publications?




This new plastic sled is good for deep snow where the traditional sled bogs down.




Today, however, with the snow packed tight the 1914 Flexible Flyer was the winner -- yes, 1914. The 96 year-old sled was my grandfather's -- he refurbished it sometime in the last forty years, but it's the same sled and it still carries all 1XX pounds of me, plus my daughter on my back. It steers like a dream. It's probably the same type that Ethan Frome used in his fateful downhill ride -- and, yeah, that much fast-moving metal and wood could cause some major damage in a crash. If you're not familiar with Ethan, read the mal-adjusted youth summary here. The relevant sentences are: "Ethan agrees that death would be better than going home to his bitch of a wife. So they sled down the hill and hit a tree. But they both survive (as seen on Fox’s World’s Most Amazing Suicide Sled runs in old novels). " Yeah, something like that.