This World Clock site I ran into is pretty cool. It's a running tally on the world population (factoring in births and deaths), barrels of oil pumped, and more.
And the Global Incident site keeps track of the crazy crap going on in the world, like terrorist attacks, wars, and various ugly "incidents".
Wanna know how many people in the U.S. share your first and last name? CLICK HERE. There's 89 folks out there with mine.
Swat that pesky fly (and kill some time waiting for the whistle to blow). CLICK HERE.
Waste some time at work waiting for the whistle to blow with some great reads. I like this one, about how Rock Stars have died, from Blender .
Hey, they're not exactly U.S. News & World Report, but don't think for a second that Blender doesn't tackle hard-hitting news. This one should've won a Pulitzer...
10 Songs You May Have Been Conceived To . (If you're between the ages of 25-35).
They do love their lists at Blender. Like, "The Craziest Pop Stars Ever" (Miley Cyrus has skyrocketed up that list the last few weeks). Or, "Rock Stars Who've Caught Fire On Stage"...a surprisingly long list. And there's many, many, more. Go ahead...the boss isn't looking. Click here...you know you want to.
My story is typical. I was born a poor, Black child. I survived the mean streets of the Buffalo suburbs and four straight losses in the Super Bowl, grew into a mature adult and pillar of the community, and made my parents proud. OK, well, part of that is true. I was indeed raised in the Buffalo 'burbs...North Tonawanda, to be exact. The rest? Well, can't a guy dream?
Here's some highlights. I was a big baby. Like, 20 lbs. Maybe a few less. Mom always reminds me of the pain. The guilt ensures she gets great birthday presents. I have a brother two years older, and he used to make my life a living Hell, like any good brother should. That stopped when I turned 12, and was bigger than him. I spent most of my formative years annoying my elders. That includes parents, teachers, and the police. If I wasn't in after-school detention, I was being questioned for the latest neighborhood "incident". Looking back, it a was all pretty harmless. Well, maybe not the thing we did to our Spanish Teacher. But that's a story for another time. Sports helped keep me out of any serious trouble. Get suspended...and you were kicked off the team. So that only happened once. Maybe twice. With hopes and dreams, and a suitcase filled with Molson Canadian Lager, I headed off to college. Less than a year later, and a plea agreement with a reduced sentence (like I said...never convicted), my college experience wasn't exactly going as planned. But, with threats of bodily harm from Mom solidly in my back pocket, I managed to graduate from Gannon University in Erie, PA, and looked forward to a lucrative career in broadcasting. Soooooooo...I've bounced around from station to station in such vacation hot spots as Clearfield, PA, Joplin, MO, Evansville, IN, and Fayetteville, NC. In February of 1999, I took the job that I have now (more or less).
I never did find that pot of gold, but I've had a lot of fun along the way. And moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met my beautiful wife, Stacy, while watching a Bills game at what used to be Damon's on Tunnel Road, and we were married in September of 2001. I lost my wedding ring in a bizarre chicken wing incident (true story), so I really have no proof. But I think she'll vouch for me. We don't have any children, but we do have cats...lots and lots of cats. I'd love to tell you exactly how many, but I lost track. Seriously, I started counting them the other night, but had to stop after I'd used all my fingers and toes. I was plum out of digits.
So that's my story. Of course, some of the sordid details have been left out due to pending legal action. But, Judge...I swear I had no idea that pig was your pet!
It's safe to call me a pizza lover, if not full-fledged pizza connoisseur. Growing up, we had pizza/wing joints on every corner. I once counted 13 within two miles of my house. Take-out pizza and wings is very popular in Buffalo. We'd go that route at least once or twice a week. As a teenager, probably more like 4 or 5 times.
This isn't going to be one of those blogs where I brag about where I grew up and knock where I now call home. I'm happy to say that Asheville, in my opinion, has a great selection of pizza joints. My favorites would be Favilla's, Nona Mia's, Mellow Mushroom, Barley's, Marco's, and Digable. Which one we choose really comes down to mood, as they're all a little bit different, but all delicious.
But where is the best pizza in the country?
Photo via Flickr/rob_rob2001
Tripadvisor.com has released a list of the best cities for pizza in America – with the list based on the highest average rating by city for all restaurants that serve pizza.
Here’s a rundown of the Top 10:
1. San Diego, California
Those traveling to seaside SoCal can enjoy authentic tastes of Italy just miles from the Mexican border. With more than 100 nearby pizzerias, those with an appetite can grab a slice at Bronx, Filippi's, or Golden Hill's Pizzeria Luigi where mouthwatering toppings include sun-dried tomatoes, roasted red peppers, and homemade meatballs. A TripAdvisor traveler commented, "The pizza was just as good as being home in New York."
2. Las Vegas, Nevada
3. Boston, Massachusetts
4. New York City, New York
5. Seattle, Washington
6. Austin, Texas
7. San Francisco, California
8. Indianapolis, Indiana
9. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
10. Phoenix, Arizona
What? No Chicago?