Bottled Water

An esteemed colleague and I were recently discussing the merits of bottled water.

We came to the conclusion that it tastes like plastic, mostly does not actually come from "rolling, pristine mountain streams", and is probably bottled in people's bathtubs.

IE, not all bottled water is Evian.

(I hope the folks at Evian won't mind that I used their name. To the Evian people: I take no financial gains from the publishing of this blog. Thanks so much for allowing me to use your hallowed name.)

The best water is well water -- water from a private well.

But what about the plight of the city mouse? What of the person who lives in an apartment among the concrete jungle?

I think we ought to be able to dig and maintain our own wells.

In my case, I would pretty much have to dig my well in my apartment complex's parking lot -- it's gravel and, as such, is the only area on which one could dig.

The next time you're visiting, watch out for the large hole in the ground...

"Honey, is that a pothole?"

"Um... no... it's a... LOOK OUT!"

hehe

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The World of Sports

Pretty soon Englishman Ricky Hatton fights American Floyd Mayweather for some grandiose boxing title (or number of titles). This is being referred to by some as the fight of the year. Normally I cheer for the American, but Mayweather is such a jerk that I might just pull for Hatton to beat the quick-fisted Mayweather.

The Packers just lost to the Dallas Cowboys in the Battle of 10-1 Teams. Ho-hum. Of greater concern to me is that none of the Packer fans in attendance at Texas Stadium were trampled by Longhorn steers during their stay in Texas.

The Wisconsin Badgers have accepted a bid to play in the 2008 Outback Bowl, where they are likely to face the Tennessee Volunteers or the Auburn Tigers. I refer to the old saying, "Better the devil you know" -- I hope the Badgers play Auburn.

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Well, that's about it. I mostly just wanted to revive the blog. I'll talk again sometime before Christmas.