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OK, so I missed a day in my quest for 30 in 30. I blame the rain. Who wants to do anything but drink a nice hot cup of coffee and catch up on episodes of 24? Bottom line, I'm sorry. As "punishment," I'm extending my daily posts by one week. And while "36 posts in 37 days" doesn't have the same ring to it, it's still a win for youse guys. Also, I'll throw in two posts today. Hooray!

Welcome to a long overdue installment of Fish Stuff Friday. There's been a lot of changes for our finned friends since last update, too much to get to in one post (hey, it's Friday, and there's a bottle of wine on the table...). So here's one of my current favorites in the tank, an electric blue hermit crab with an interesting 'do.

If we named the creatures in our tank, I think I'd go with "Doug White Hermie Crab." Props to my local homies, you know? I tried to take more cool shots, but I'm not the best photographer around. Maybe I can convince Matt to do a shoot next time he's over. I get nine of these for every decent pic to post:

Alright, that does it for this week's FSF. Next week we'll take a look at the whole tank, recount the harrowing tale of moving with fish, hear about how we finally put Pete's 30 gallon tank to use, and I'll complain about how we couldn't rearrange our living room because moving 300 pounds of reef isn't very easy. Stay tuned!

This is much easier to say after taking two out of three games from the Evil Empire (man, did we have no business winning tonight's game or what?), but the 2006 squad of Red Stockings have been fun to watch. (You know what's not fun to watch? Slow motion replays of Hideki Matsui breaking his wrist. Wow.) You just have to feel good about these guys, I think. Sure, I could be high on this Yankee series (the sucky middle game of which was mercifully pre-empted by Lost Party Night), but can't you see the possibilities? Did you see that catch Coco made? Oh wait... All I know is when I have trouble sleeping, I think of Jonathan Papelbon and all is peaceful. You might even say "Enter Sandman."

Speaking of addictions, Lost, like smoking, is slowly killing me. Well, it's not the killing of me so much as EVERYBODY ELSE ON THE SHOW! (Spoilers, blah blah) With Libby gone, it seems the only person who is really safe is Charlie, with his horde of hobbit fans to keep him around. With Libby and Ana Lucia dead, Sawyer Saaid and Hurley can form a bona fide support group. I'm not sure if I can take it anymore. Stop killing interesting characters! If they wax Kate, I'm getting off the juice show. (That's an idle threat. I can't go two weeks without a new episode, or I get antsy.) Of course, Ana Lucia and Libby, in real life, were both recently busted for drunk driving in Hawaii. Coincidence? So as long as Matthew Fox and Josh Holloway behave themselves, we might be ok. And if you're really obsessed, there's the "alternate reality game" where you can track down people inside the Hanso Foundation. What mysteries will unfold? What questions will be answered? After last night's Hanso Foundation commercial, we have the sinking suspicion that the whole thing is going to be an extremely elaborate ad for, among other things, soda. But if that's your thing, go ahead and buy "Bad Twin" from Amazon too...

Oh Dunkin Donuts, shall I compare you to a summer's day? Thou art more quenching and tasty. Like most Rhode Islanders, I have Dunkin in my veins (if you prick me, do I not bleed... coffee? Yup, Shakespeare two-fer). I just went through my massive financial spreadsheet (Quicken is for pussies) and found out I've spent over $200 on crack lattes and such since January 1st. Yikes. I'm thinking about negotiating daily iced coffees at my next performance review. I have a $100 coffee grinder at home (totally worth it), and I only buy fresh locally roasted beans, and yet I still go to DD four days a week. Some people think that's bad, but hey, Bil runs on Dunkin (corporate schill brainwashing complete...) Speaking of which, how sweet are the new ads? Does a day go by when you don't walk into a room singing "doing things is what I like to do... Yes!" Or maybe you judo chop your significant other yelling "and last but not least... karateeeee!!" (sorry Em) I'm assuming some of you may have Dunkin addictions too? Doin' posts is what I like to do... yeeeeees! 30 Days of Posts #1 of 30, collect them all

Tell your friends: starting today I'm guaranteeing thirty (30) continuous days of at least one post going up on A Cry for Help. I'm no Medici, but I think the term Renaissance wouldn't be out of the question. What happens if I break my word and miss a day? I'll let you, gentle readers, decide my fate.