• Drinking juice straight out of the can or jar from my refrigerator.
  Hey, it's a guy thing.

• Using a friend's scanner to listen to my neighbor's steamy conversations with their lovers on unsecure cellular and cordless telephones. And trying not to smirk when I pass them on the street knowing what I now know. I guess it is true. Inquiring minds do want to know.

• Reading the obituaries in the Seattle Times and the Seattle Post-Intelligencer to see if my former "evil"* mother-in-law Eleanor (Bunny) Friedman Rogers of Mercer Island (wife of Bob) of my lovely ex-wife, Emma Lee (Emmi) Rogers, a former nurse at Children's Hospital (now married to Matthew Kearns)) has died (so I can cheer and dance the hora (an Israeli dance), smile).
  * It helps to have been married before to appreciate this humor.

• Encouraging my Macintosh friends to steal their PC based friend's "Intel Inside" logo from their Pentium computers and put the logo underneath the flush handle of their home toilet. BTW, I use Windblow 98, Internet Exploder, and Netscrape.

• Meeting potential rabbit-killers (remember Fatal Attraction?) by placing personal ads.