LooLoo: Tonight the boy and I are going to have a little valentines dinner of lasagna, Texas toast and cake! Perfect!

Fondofelves: Mwwwwah

Megan says she loved the day even when she was single:

... Now I don't agree that the day is just for couples. Valentine's Day is a day to celebrate love. That would be saying that the the only love that exists is between couples. Not true! We love our family, our friends and ourselves. Why not take the day to show those people that you love them? Those are the people forgotten on Valentine's Day because we assume it's a day just for couples. Don't assume, redefine. ...

The Playful Antiquarian dishes on how to make her swoon:

... indulge my bookishness by presenting me with a pamphlet -- set, printed, and bound by hand ... ideally, on sumptious handmade paper ...

Ezra explains why they should rename the holiday National-Remind-The-Single-People-Just-How-Alone-They-Really-Are-Day Brought To You By The Blood Sucking Vultures At Hallmark.:

Here, have some chocolates, I hope you choke on them. You and all the other stupid happy couples dumb enough to fall for a Hallmark "holiday." Go give your money to the worst profiteers since OPEC. ...

Shelley might commiserate: Happy blah blah Valentine's mumble grumble hearts and flowers yadda yadda:

I am dressed entirely in black today. It wasn't intentional but it somehow seems fitting.

Neither probably knows Blogorelli, who wants us all to spread some Valentine lovies - and sends a special kiss to Cupid:

... for sending that particularly delish piece of eye candy into my train car this morning and then facing him in my direction. you are too good to me!

Chris gets all grumpy:

I wish I could be more excited about the holiday, but this year things are different. This year marks the first time in three years that Valentine's Day and President's Day don't fall on the same weekend. So you can see why this year Valentine's Day is somewhat of a letdown. ...

Andrew points to an article listing local bar restrooms good for a little love action:

... And to think, all this time I have been going there only for the shows on stage. Next time maybe I will kick open the door to the handicapped bathroom and try to catch a bonus opening act. ...

Thanks to the seemingly all knowing John Daley, we now know that Bostonist is here.

We welcome our new New Yorkish overlords but humbly remind them that, in Boston, commuter train lines don't have third rails.

Chris sees and reviews Trumbo at the Huntington Theatre. He generally likes it, except for the morally facile ending, but has words for the audience:

I will say, though, that the audience suffered from what I previously called Cambridge Film Audience Syndrome (CFAS), a tendency to vocalize sighs, laughs and other noise that signal the audience's political and historical superiority to the subject matter. Highly annoying.

Clayton Cramer lives in Boise, Idaho, but he grew up driving the freeways of Los Angeles, so he figured navigating our fair Hub by car would be tolerable - even after friends warned him about our traffic. He now knows better:

... I was attempting to get from Storrow Drive to Boylston Drive, and I was in the right lane. This was not a right turn only lane, but the taxi driver behind me kept honking, trying to force me to make a right turn a couple of blocks earlier than I needed. I'm a pretty accommodating person, and I became tired of the honking. Also I have a natural sympathy for some guy who, if he is lucky, is making about $6 per hour in exchange for risking holdup or murder, so I made a right turn that I didn't want to make. I figured that I would go make a grand circuit, and return to Storrow Drive. Nope. By the time I was able to finally get headed the right direction again, I was across the Charles River in Charlestown. ...

Eric and Jen discover why their newborn had turned so cranky:

... Turns out it was the formula. Not the brand, which was perfectly fine, it was the powdered form. For some reason it gave him gas - lots of it - and he was very unhappy about it. We bought the powder because it was about 30% cheaper than the premixed stuff so the savings we realized of about $10 for each can seemed pretty great. ...

Yeah, yeah, the Pats won the Super Bowl again. But that's so last week, especially since The Truck has left for Florida (is there any other city in America where something like this would be news?)

Meanwhile, Red watches a replay of game 7 of last year's ALCS and says it just doesn't get old:

... After soaking it all in for the second time, I have to say that one of the most satisfying things has been the looks on the faces of the Yankees fans and players as it all just liquifies and slips through their fingers. Cashman with his hands in his pockets, staring blankly at the Red Sox pigpile. Billy Crystal slumped over in his private suite, being comforted by his wife in a manner not seen since the reviews for Mr. Saturday Night came in. ...

Kristen also watches the replay and provides a detailed diary of the second time around:

Bottom of the 1st:
Shut up, Gary Sheffield, shut up and die. I hate you and your perpetual motion, metronome bat moving thing. And your sad excuse for a mustache. And your pants and the way they inexplicably remind me of Scrooge McDuck and his spats. ...

You may recall how Kristin thinks women should stop wearing pink Red Sox hats right this second.

Tatiana says bite me (more or less):

...I'm sick of taking grief for this.

People need to get their heads out of their asses.

Greta tries to decide if she's really in the mood for zitti with brokoli at Forest Hills Pizza on Washington Street in Jamaica Plain.

You kan always kount on a kool hairkut at Kutting Korner (formerly Nanci's Nu-Look) on Corinth Street in Roslindale.

We are going to start a revolution in video broadcasting in the Boston area.

I am telling you.

We are going to start reporting news/human interest stories and putting them up on the web.

These stories are going to show the big media that there are people out there that can produce video pieces in way that's new and different, real and personal, timely and far reaching.

That's what this group, Boston Area Video Bloggers at universalhub.com, is all about.

It's all about citizen journalism.

It's going to allow people to report on local stories, personal stories, different stories.

What's exciting is that we can use this as a platform to be a new outlet for videos. An outlet that is more far reaching than public access, TV, or even cable. Those shows are broadcast once and then they are gone. Our stories will stay around for people to find, watch and tell their friends.

The revolution starts now!

James Michael Curley is a mythic figure in Boston political history. Yet concrete reminders of his reign as mayor are all over the place, from his Jamaicway home to plaques on civic structures across the city, such as the Congress Street bridge.

Amy comes up with a great idea for the office: 4 p.m. cocktail carts. Alas, not everybody's behind them, she writes:

Seriously, one time at my old job a co-worker found a cocktail cart in a supply catalog and emailed the admin suggesting we order it. Her response was merely: that is not an approved item.

Vee explains how she happened to come home to a bag of delicious oatmeal-chocolate chip-raisin-coconut cookies:

The other night, our friend and neighbour decided to try a bicycle kick during an indoor soccer game where she was the only woman playing amongst men. Large, athletic men.

Suffice it to say, she landed on her head.

D & I took her to the emergency room, a four hour long ordeal that included CAT scans and smiley Asian male nurses, and the next day she left us a lovely thank-you card and a bag of gourmet cookies. ...

Eric is the proud father of a newborn. A newborn who just isn't going to sleep:

...The phone rang. It was a doctor or nurse or nurse practitioner or doctor nurse or something returning Jen's call. Jen explained the situation to the whoever. Hayes hadn't been sleeping, was incolsolable, wouldn't eat, etc.. The nurse-whatever said Jen sounded tired and the best thing to do was to - GET THIS - involve her husband so Jen could get some rest. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I guess she was going to have to get me off the couch with my Bud Light and nachos and tear me away from the Celtics to make me help her. Yup. Right. I can't possibly be the only man in the Boston area that this woman has heard of who is taking an active part in his child's life. ...

Over on freevlog, Michael Verdi gives you Step by Step instructions for setting up a free videoblog.

Check it out. If you are going to use a free blog here, you can skip that part.

The cool thing is that he shows you how to store your videos up on the web for free.

So if you've got a video camera and want to share your videos, he gives a nice tutotial on how to use archive.org

Steve shows what will happen when he renames the FleetCenter the Steve Garfield Center.

Jonelle, though, wonders: Got the balls to rename it The Boston Garden?

Roy: Stupidest thing I've ever seen:

Someone could rename it "The Yankees Center" for a day.

Atlantic Avenue, near South Station.

A Brit making a four-day trip to our Hub next month wonders if there are any pubs or bars that show English football.

I take the T home from Kendall Sq. most days, inbound across the Charles. Quite often when one gets on the the train around 5, it rockets out of Kendall, only to stop on the bridge, because the driver hasn't bothered to call ahead to see if Charles/MGH is clear.

I'm not surprised that that happened last week after the storms and the big power outage at JFK/UMass. What was absolutely stupendous was the train pulled into Charles/MGH, stopping... six feet from the where it needed to. For five minutes! Didn't open the doors. No possible explanation as to what possibly was in the way of that final distance. No, I didn't get the car#.

I left, not bothering to take a chance on the crawl towards Park St. Hopped in a cab downstairs and zipped along up to Kenmore...

For the past month or so, Jon's noticed a panhandler by the Store 24 on Beacon Street in Brookline. Today, he gives him a buck and decides to ask him some questions:

As tonight was quite mild, I thought I'd give him some time along with some change. How long does it take to collect a buck? I asked him. Twenty minutes, he told me. I said, alright, you've got my time for twenty minutes.

So I asked him where he lived (in a "halfway house" the street from me), where/if he worked (3 odd jobs today). This information isn't of any use to the greater Internet, as it is to my Griggs Park and Washington St. neighbors, to whom I sent some more details. I told them I wasn't pleading a special case; I was just sharing information. ...