Saturday afternoon, Sam and I went walking along the beach, and here Sam gets the chance to chase some birds. The weekend before was 80 degrees and the beach was packed with women in bikinis . . . this past weekend, not so much.

I'm zooming along with my sweater, (that's Sammy Sosa's nose in the bottom left),

and I'm trying to figure out why Freddy likes to sleep inside the metal ring at the top of his macrame ladder.

Flight of the Conchords is back on HBO. If you don't get HBO, hunt down this show on iTunes, or anywhere you can. The first season was jolly, and the second season is off to a rip-roaring start. I don't recall when I've laughed out loud so much in a room by myself as when I watched this past week's show. It's nothing more than silly, dead pan humor from a very talented cast. It's freakin' brilliant.

At the other end of the spectrum, I stumbled upon a few minutes of the Bus edition of "Rock of Love with Bret Michaels" today on tv. . . . I don't know how to say this in non-offensive language, so here goes. If you looked up "dumb whores" in the dictionary, there would be a photo of the entire cast. Better yet, look up "drunken dumb whores", and you'll find their biographies. I've never actually looked up "dumb whores" in the dictionary, but I have looked up (and used), "slattern."

I think it's important to expand one's vocabulary. This past week I incorporated (and used properly), "poppycock" in a legal brief. My next goal is to use the word "gobsmacked."

What are your vocabulary goals?