Been a Natalie Portman fan since she stole the show as a 13-year-old in "Beautiful Girls" (circa 1993).
Her father, a fertility doctor in NYC, almost killed my sister and I still didn't hold it against her.
Way to go, girl!

A haiku for those of us with wrenched backs from shoveling snow:

Is there no sweeter sounds than that of the ice and snow finally melting?
And on the same day that Spring Training starts?
Be gone, winter. Bring it on, global warming.
I'm sick of this sugar!

I'm sorry.
Let me get that out of the way right now.
I apologize if I'm not going to dance a jig for common man in Egypt.
I got off that camel when I saw pictures of protesters demeaning Hansi Mubarak the best way they knew how -- by drawing stars of David over his likeness.
Not swastikas, but stars of David.
If anyone thinks this is going to equal to a more peaceful Middle East, I have a Taco Hell taco with real meat to sell you.
As Bill Maher stated last week, this whole rebellion is like trying an onsides kick. It seems like a good idea at the time, but the odds are that the other team is going to recover.
The other team is the Muslim Brotherhood -- the Egyptian equivalent to U.S. nativism.
Celebrate good times, come on?
Yeah, right.
Not gonna happen.
Sorry.

The things come out of Sofia's soon-to-be-4 mouth, I'll ya.
They are rockin' my world and keeping me sane.
Today, while we found ourselves in the odd situation of being shopping at a K-Mart on the Main Line, she insisted that we purchase pencils from the movie "Tangled" to give out to her class.
My wife reminded her that there are boys in the class who may not like "Tangled" pencils.
The response?
"That's life."