Tim Ellsworth

Talk about whatever floats your boat. So much for the Rockies’ postseason dominance, huh?

Pet peeve: You’re going into a restaurant or some other place of business. People are also exiting said restaurant or place of business. Only, they’re not coming out the door on their right. They’re coming out the door on your right. And so you stand there waiting to enter, because they refuse to use the second door.

There are two doors for a reason. I don’t know why people are so afraid to use them both.

On my links page, I try to keep up with those who have kindly linked to me — but unfortunately, I don’t always do the best job. So, if you’re not included and would like to be added to my list of links, please let me know and I’ll be happy to do so. It’s not even necessary for you to link to me, though I certainly appreciate those who do.

Some questions for thought/discussion:

1. Who wins LSU-Florida?

2. Who’s the only pitcher with more postseason shutouts than Josh Beckett? Don’t cheat and look it up.

3. Better bet: Picking NFL games, or flipping a coin?

Or anything else on your mind.

So I sit down tonight to watch “The Office,” after I had recorded it on my DVR. How terribly thrilled I was that the NBC affiliate on which I watch the show — WMC-TV in Memphis — decided to cut into the program repeatedly to provide live news reports about today’s elections in Memphis.

That means I missed several minutes of the show because WMC thought everyone cared more about the Memphis elections than they did about watching “The Office.” After all, that’s exactly why I chose to record a program at 8 p.m. on a Thursday night — because I was so hoping that during that time I’d get news reports about an election.

I promptly e-mailed the station’s general manager to lodge my complaint, as this was a bad decision. If I cared anything about the Memphis elections, WMC-TV could have provided that info to me in a scrolling bar at the bottom of the screen. Or, call me crazy, they could report that news — you know — during the regularly-scheduled newscast at 10:00.

I’m watching any NBC programming on the Nashville affiliate from now on.

Have a good weekend.

Have a good weekend.

From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch a few days ago:

A vegan middle school teacher says he’s not going back to class until the school stops serving milk and meat.

Dave Warwak, 44, has been a teacher at Fox River Grove Middle School in McHenry County for eight years. He became a vegan in January and believes the school is “feeding poison” to students. He also believes the school’s posters featuring milk are wrong.

Warwak says he won’t return until the posters are removed. He’s looked into filing child-endangerment charges because he claims it’s wrong to promote animal products as part of healthy diet.

If I’m the principal, I’m telling Mr. Warwak that his services are no longer needed. What a nut job.

Have a good weekend.

I’ve noticed with increasing frequency a fashion trend that alarms me.

Now, even with that first sentence, all kinds of possibilities probably come to your mind. Is he talking about low-cut blouses? Baggy jeans? Tight pants? Chicago Cubs T-shirts?

No, none of those.

I realize that I’m probably greatly outnumbered by people who don’t share my opinion, so go ahead and lambast me after you’re done reading.

I’m talking about men and flip flops.

They’re everywhere. At church last night, way too many guys were wearing flip flops. And I don’t think this is a trend that’s isolated to my church.

For women, flip flops are fine. Women have nice feet. They’re colorful and smooth and delicate. Women keep their toenails trimmed neatly. Sometimes they wear those cute little toe rings. In general, women’s feet are reasonably attractive.

But guys, let’s face it. Our feet are not that way. Our feet are hairy and callousy. They’re full of ugly, bulging veins. They stink. Looking around last night, I also saw a lot of torn toenails that made me cringe.

Men, I realize flip flops may be comfortable, but nobody wants to see your feet. Do everyone a favor, wear shoes and keep those hideous hooves covered up.

Going to the chapel …