What's "Burping The Alphabet" In Danish?

I've perused a handful of blogs in this short time, and I've noticed one thing: They're fun. They're peppered with random musings. They tell stories. Mine has started off a little serious, a little impersonal. But I can be random, too. Swear to Gawd. Look:

Last Saturday after eating a bowl of Special K I tried to burp the alphabet, but I could only get as far as the letter 'M' – a far cry from my Coke-fueled teenage years. I was alone, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Co-workers and I went Danish this in our latest "Adventures In Dining" at the Bistro Dansk on Sherbrook Street. We've been here once before, and this place excels at making people happy when it's absolutely frigid outside – which it happens to be. A cabin-like ambiance, thick meat-and-sauce based dishes, more-than-generous portions and reasonably priced, it's a definitely an establishment in which to consume some food. I had the Mørbredbøf (pronounced like it's spelled – yeah right), a pork schnitzel gooped on with mushrooms, a red cabbage side and these (insert Napoleon Dynamite voice) sweet roasted potatoes. And a Tuborg. All in all, I give the Bistro Dansk a rating of eleven spatulas.

Like I said, it's f***ing cold. So last night, Kerry and I stayed in and hung out. She made this great salmon chowder and soda bread and I watched Spongebob Squarepants. We had some wine. We split two über-competitive games of air hockey. Watched The Daily Show, Malcolm In The Middle and some Kids In The Hall. Just cozy.

I'm also having a go at growing some sideburns. Kerry noticed this the other day and asked me if I would put this on my blog. So I said "yes". So here I am. Wish me luck.