We men are disgustingly fickle. It's hard to believe it has only been two years since I raved about the sleek, petite, figure of my latest infatuation. And now my attention has been stolen by one slightly less petite, but with unbelievable elegance and far more intelligence. I suppose even the most shallow man can only be captivated by empty beauty for so long before boredom sets in. Yes, it's true. I have abandoned my once-beloved Razr for a hot new iPhone.

Maybe it's Olympic fever in the air. Last weekend, Norm decided to display world-class athletic prowess. I'm not sure whether he was trying out for diving or eventing, but it was an impressive feat, even if I'm not sure it was completely intentional.

Browsing through the news, I noticed there's going to be a solar eclipse Friday morning, but it's not going to be visible here. I need an apricot scarf. And a Lear Jet, but that's just a minor detail. You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht. Your hat strategically dipped below one eye, your scarf it was apricot

About three years ago, I wrote about my less-than-happy experience with a gizmo that was supposed to allow my iPod to play through my car stereo. Eventually I gave up on it, and settled for listening to the same CD over and over until I got motivated to change it. Unfortunately, I was recently faced with another nuisance. The CD player has started skipping frequently, making it virtually unlistenable. Something had to be done.

It's been over three months since my last musings. I've had inquiries from readers hoping the hiatus was due only to writer's block and not some dire misfortune keeping me away from the keyboard. So I guess it's time to write something to put all fears to rest. My critters and I are indeed all alive and well. The lack of news here is due only to lack of anything interesting to write. Some might suggest that never stopped me before, so maybe I've just become more aware of not having anything interesting to write. In any case, interesting or not, I might as well sum up the last few months.

It's that time of year again. Birds are singing, grass is greening, flowers are blooming, navels are showing. That means yet another hunt season is drawing to a close. This season was cursed by some of the worst, wettest weather I can remember. We got off to a fairly good start in October. November was a little worse. December-March were the pits. I only hunted 10 times in those 4 months, because the ground was usually either too frozen or too muddy. But at least we managed to end with a pretty good day on Wednesday. Despite his lack of exercise, Crossbo was his usual super self. Have I ever mentioned I love my horse?

A couple of decades ago, my erstwhile sailing buddy and I were having deep philosophical discussion. The dialog had reached a level of profundity that can only be attained through ingestion of copious quantities of ethanol. Embarking on a radical new tangent, Dave suddenly blurted "J Matt, we need more dragons." This was somewhat confusing, as our lack of dragons didn't seem to be causing any immediate problems at the moment, but I astutely deducted that, given an opportunity, Dave would have an adequate explanation for this sudden need of which I was unaware.

BBC News reports on a popular new beer in Kenya. Capitalizing on the popularity of Kenya's expatriate favorite sun now running for US President, East African Breweries is marketing Senator Keg beer, popularly known as Obama. When I first heard about it, I thought that it should be a light beer, sold with a lot of hype and a glitzy marketing campaign, with no real substance.

It seems like only yesterday that political pundits promised presidential candidates would be picked by primaries on Super Tuesday, if not before. Now that Super Tuesday, and a few more primaries, have come and gone, at least the Democratic race still lurches towards the convention. It appears that late-voting states, rather than being disenfranchised as predicted, may become the deciders. In the past, when close elections teetered on the whims of a slim margin of undecided voters in a few swing states, it bothered me that so much importance was given to those too clueless to have figured out who they wanted to vote for. Now it appears that Kentucky, with its May primary, may be one of those swing states. And with a choice of two uninspiring candidates, I may be one of those undecided voters.

Since it's too early to write about the Super Tuesday results, I might as well take some time to perform a valuable public service and pass along an urgent warning to my loyal readers. The Gullibility Virus is once again spreading rampantly around the Internet. Be very careful to avoid being its next victim! You could receive it from one of your closest friends. Don't open any email from anybody you know, or anybody you don't know!!