On Sunday, the Carol and Steve show paid a visit to the Boston Wine Expo, in a video that will leave your head spinning (but maybe that was just the camera angles at the end).

Well, probably not. Candlemaker is kind of doubtful that Chayet will actually report on the Back that Ass Up case, in which two rappers battled over who has the right to the phrase "Back That Ass Up". So you'll just have to imagine him drawwwwing the phrase out.

Amy photographs an Eat the City bunny on a map at the Forest Hills T stop and wonders what the deal is:

I've spotted this hungry bunny in a few places around Boston. I don't know what "eat the city" means, really, but it's a satisfying phrase no matter what your mood. ...

Mark goes out for a drink:

"Yeah ok so what are you really?" Her friend drew in closer to me, to hear me capitulate and confess the truth.

"Excuse me?" I laughed.

"You're way too young to be a doctor at MGH, wasn't that just a line? It's ok we like talking to you, you can tell us the truth now!" They stared at me. ...

Sandy snaps a photo of the killer icicle that broke free from her Northboro condo's roofs moments after it plummeted to the ground, smashing her barbecue grill into bits and making her glad it was too cold to be outside cooking a steak.

One of the fascinating things about "Boston English" is how, even in our fairly small corner of the world, there are enough differences that some claim they can tell what parish you live in just by how you pronounce 20 or so specific words. And then there's The Lake in Newton, where people use words that might be descended from Romany spoken by Gypsies:

... Any of you divia mushes or bree know where mandi-ki can get a history of Lake language? I was born there and was told that it came from "carny talk". That might have been an overchay because I was just a chabby then. ...

Dan wonders why we tolerate a Congressional system in which the relative Senate weight of a Massachusetts resident is only 1/13th that of a Wyoming voter.

Denise: Does anyone else think Ray Bourque is looking like Liberace these days?

Jennifer resents Million Dollar Baby:

I won't ruin the ending, but I haven't felt so blatantly and shamelessly played since the cheap ending of Saving Private Ryan ...

Cynthia: So I got suckerpunched by Million Dollar Baby and wasn't too happy about it:

... It isn't Oscar-worthy (even though the Oscars are of course bullshit). It isn't a great film. It's effective, and entertaining, and absorbing, but it's still a formula genre picture and it's full of cliches. Several plot holes too, and a very rushed pace that was unsatisfying. ...

Still, she explains why she's always been fascinated with Eastwood's interest in gender relations.

Beech Street, Roslindale.

Even when he doesn't have a kid with him, Paul always puts the child's seat down in the shopping cart. A few days ago, he's in an aisle at Shaws, lost in thought, when a wizened Yoda-like guy comes up to him and offers a tip:

... "See," he tells me and it's not like he thinks I'm retarded, but I'm a guy and might not know these things, "that plastic thing is a seat for when ya gotta kid. You don't need to put that down, ya see. Leave it up. That way your purchases don't slide around if you're puttin' 'em there. See?"

"Yyyyeah," I say, trying not to sound like I'm talking to a retard. "Good idea. Thanks for that."

"Noooo problem! Ya have a good night" he tells me and waddles off. ...

Bill reviews several Cambridge food places, including Tamarind Bay in Harvard Square and Christina's in Inman Square.

Jeffrey describes being a nude model for a day at a Cambridge artist's studio:

... We posed. The artist loomed over his easel, swiftly painting with forceful brushstrokes; we'd chat as he worked, talking about our jobs or sarcastically commenting on what was playing on the radio. His work was highly abstract, to my eyes compelling, and as he finished each sketch he showed it to us (I had to often work to identify the "me" portion of the finished piece: "look, that's my arm!"). The last hour was devoted to a single large canvas, and we held a pose for nearly an hour. My arms fell asleep.

What a great day for sledding, like, say, on this "secret" hill on the Roslindale side of the Arboretum.

Jay and Shaw's had a good thing going, but now he finds himself going to Roche Bros. more and more and feels compelled to break the news to Shaw's:

... After a long stretch of time in which I've observed you trying to be Stop & Shop, raising your prices, getting obsessive about store brands, adopting that assinine card program that most customers hate, there's nothing special about you anymore. Unless you are trying to be special by overcharging me. ...

Plus, unlike Shaw's, Roche Bros.

... actually charge the sale prices when things are on sale. Always. It's not a game of pricing roulette.

Warm temperatures after blizzards can mean only one thing, as Jo reports: ice dams:

... When I walked into the silent kitchen the first thing that I heard was *drip*. I looked at the tap in the sink. Touched the tap, dry as a bone...*drip* - behind me. My kitchen is an addition and right where it meets the original house water was dripping all over my beautiful wood cupboard, running down the face and inside the doors and pooling on my unfinished hard wood floor. F*CK! Ice dams have struck. Thankfully I stored my roasting pan on top of the cupboard so it had about 2 inches of water in it that was thankfully not on my wood cupboard and floor. ...

Christine's house is also dammed:

We woke up to dripping at 7am this morning. The corner of the house where our bedroom meets the kitchen seems to be made of Bounty Paper Towels because it's just absorbin' away... and dripping into our bedroom closet. ...

No, Christine has no problems with Buster visiting with lesbians in Vermont. It's just that the cartoon sucks:

... Listen you little ingrate -- Let some other kid travel with the rock band all over the country learning about stuff. You long-eared bonehead. Die!

Someone please shoot me now. I need to be saved from myself. I could spend all damn day ripping the episode guide and blog and music on this stupid website to shreds. But I have an ice dam to go clear.

She explains in more depth in another posting just why this show is an abomination:

... The show sucks. It just plain, flat-out sucks the wool off passing sheep. They've got cartoon segments, video with human beings segments and the crappiest music I've ever heard in my life. The episode I watched had surfing in Cocoa Beach Florida... and the song just made me want to drive spikes into my ears to make it stop. ...

Growing indications are that Friday was just not a day to take the T. In addition to earlier reports, this just in from Mats: 17 minutes after he got to the inbound platform at Kenmore, a two-car trolley shows up, only to be unloaded:

A brusque T-guy yelled at people to get out of the car to get out - almost as if they were at Park Street, in a car marked Government Center - but that there's another trolley right behind the broken down one. Well, yes, there was, only it, too, was chockful with passengers. To top it off, it had only one car. You do the math: One car load plus two car loads plus one quarter car-load equals ... more than one car can hold. ...

Ron reports:

I happened to walk through the Copley Place mall tonight and notice this sign on the cinema marquee:

CLOSING JAN 30TH THANK-YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE

Once this closes, there will be only two movie theatres wholly within Boston city limits: AMC Fenway and Loews Boston Common.