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i've got sunshine in a bag

"The 2001 debut album from English supergroup Gorillaz could have been a colossal inside joke or just a vanity project for its trio of masterminds, Blur frontman Damon Albarn, Dan "the Automator" Nakamura and cartoonist Jamie Hewlett (of "Tank Girl" fame). Hewlett draws the band's public face, a quartet of goofy animated critters named Murdoc (bassist and "part-time Satanist"), 2-D ("pretty-boy front man"), Noodle ("11-year-old Asian guitar princess") and Russel ("hip-hop hard man from the U.S."). Albarn and Nakamura produce its danceable tunes, enlisting such guests as Del Tha Funky Homosapien and Ibrahim Ferrer. The record went on to sell millions of copies and win critical acclaim worldwide. Translating Gorillaz live, however, is tricky. The band's label, Virgin Records, promises "a mind blowing, multi-sensory experience," with the cartoon members projected on video screens while the band plays along."

What's a cartoon band like live in concert?

I'll tell ya tomorrow!

he's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist

Here's something that annoyed me as a child.
You remember the pinball cartoon on Sesame Street don't you? Everyone should. That upbeat cheery song is permanently entrenched in our brains.
1-2-3-4, 5
6-7-8-9, 10
11-12

My question; WHY on earth did it always stop on 12?? I could understand if they were trying to teach time or something, but they weren't, they were just teaching numbers!

We've all been raised in a base 10 culture for thousands of years, and one childhood show nearly destroyed that concept for me. I can still remember practicing my numbers in kindergarden, an entire ankle-biting cult chanting along with the teacher, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10," at which point half the class would silently bob their heads and mouth, "11, 12!"

another meme hi-jack

What is Enron? 213 213 6070

deep thoughts on an empty stomach

At lunch today with Hope and Ali at the local, "Italian family restaurant," we shared the room with a large table packed with the most eclectic mix of people we'd ever seen. There were probably fifteen people stretched along the several tables, pushed together for convenience.

"What's the point of that though?" Hope asks, "It's not like anyone at this end of the table is going to be able to talk to anyone at the other end. All it does is make them overestimate the number of pitchers of soda they'll need, and make a huge mess when it comes time to deal with the bill. Why not just sit in smaller groups at different tables?"

"But," I say, "if they did that they'd have to decide what groups to split up into, and alienate their other friends"

Ali pipes in, "You do that anyway when you decide who to sit next to at the long table anyway."

I'm stumped.

when did i jump on the meme-wagon?

Have you noticed the most recent meme is people waxing philosophic about blogs and the weblog culture, myself included?

I promise to stop. . .for a bit.

Happy Birthday Mommy!

Ode to my mommy

The lady without whom your host wouldn't be,
Today, just turned the gand old age of fifty-three...

yeah sorry my skill with poetry or rhyming aren't great, limited to lame haikus and dirty limricks, neither approptiate for my mom. If anyone cares to contribute to the poem (or just wish her a happy birthday) the comments section is right below.

At any rate, Happy Birthday Mom! xoxoxo

So.

In honor of her birthday I decided to hijack a recent blog-meme and bring you:

12 THINGS YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW ABOUT MY MOM

* She's mildly obsessed with Flamingos.
* Her sense of humor is nearly as twisted as mine.
* She recently entered into a debate on the deffinition of "Cow" with the PR people at Gateway.
* She's about to enter into a debate with the people at Red Lobster for having a 'live' cooked lobster in their commercial.
* She hasn't stayed in one state for over a month straight in the past year, giving her a LOT of time to kill.
* She once flew to Baltimore and back just to get enough frequent flier miles to qualify for some airline perk.
* She's 4'11" but claims to be 5'
* She acts like a twelve year old when she's around her two brothers.
* She once purchased enough illegal fireworks that she was forced to go lagit and put on a Fourth of July show for the entire town.
* She met, got engaged, and married my father in the span of 4 months, They've now been happilly married for 30 years.
* She did a bang-up job raising two incredible sons, who've grown up a bit and both seem to have their acts together for the most part.
* Her very first grandchild (my niece) will soon have a birthday of her very own - And Granie Franie can't wait to buy little girlly things for her.

therapy session

"I'm afraid to write explicitly personal information. What if my family reads it, what if my coworkers read it, what if strangers read it. I think my brother has addressed this subject in his blog." -My brother Demian

I won't link his blog because its a Wiki Wiki Web page and subject to editing. . .and frankly I'm not sure how I feel about the idea of publicly edited blogs. . . It seems a little to open for such a personal medium. At least it's personal for me, which I suppose that's what Demian is talking about. Which also got me thinking about my own blogging experience and why I do it.

He's right of course, I have explored it before. But it's always nice to explore further.

I think Ev said something important when quoted in this Wired article. He said, "... If you write everyday, your writing improves, your thinking improves." a sentiment further explored by Adam Curry in his own writing. And I have to say I agree. It ties in a lot with what I've been thinking of lately of the entire process.

I've never been all that good at expressing myself. Teenage, angst-ridden therapy-stories assumed, I grew up rather socially stunted. When the time came for me to go to college I threw myself into social situations with the reckless abandon of a B.A.S.E Jumper. I tossed my fear aside and went so overtly outgoing, so as to almost become a character of what I really was. Eventually I calmed down and slowly settled into what I know myself to be; mildly introverted, and defensive.

When I moved from Vermont down to an area right outside of New York City, this introverted nature seemed if not demanded, at least greatly encouraged. People don't make eye-contact down here, people don't chat with strangers. The open shielding of everyone's nature really depresses me. I felt so much freedom in open gregariousness in college and so trapped when forced to keep my thoughts hidden. To move to a place where it culturally unacceptable for normal people to express themselves, seems almost... fascist? I had a taste for that freedom though. I wanted to express myself, but didn't know how.

My bizarre yo-yo skill is a start. I enjoy drawing the puzzled glances at the train station with my string-slinging, but I still hide. I play, aware that I'm being watched, but keep my head down, concentrating on the yo-yo. Afraid as much of making other people uncomfortable by talking to them as I would be if someone started a conversation with me. Then, enter blogging.

I've been blogging for almost 10 months now. Not a long time, but long enough to see what Ev and Adam were talking about. I'm getting a chance to exercise that hidden part of myself. I can approach this process with all the anonymity of the web, just a small voices amongst the masses. the stranger on the cross country bus, another voice surrounded by the equally odd or tweaked. I get to say all those things I want to say, shape all those unformed ideas into something I can make sense of. I get to toss it all away from myself so I can step back and take a look at it.

I know for a fact this is read by my family daily. I've got friends that check in to see what I have to say, a few co-workers will show up occasionally too. But I can't be worried what they think. Sure I try to tone down the curse words in case my grandmother decides to come visit, but for my own growth I don't want to stop. I suppose if I was having a conversation with any one individual reading this I wouldn't be nearly as vocal. But again in the open anonymity of the web, I can shrug off everyone, even friends and family, trusting that if they read something personal I've said, that they know it's not all on them, it's not their duty to respond to it, or react to it. It's not necessarily an exhibitionist streak, sometimes it's just me throwing it out there to take a look at.

Blogging has helped me a lot. Its helped me to look at myself and my ideas, helped me to come up with clear thoughts and ideas, opinions on those everyday occurrences around me. And best of all, its helped me learn to communicate them, not just here, for the few regular readers, but to people, face to face. I'm starting to worry less about what to say, and what should be said. So rock on friends and family. If you read this and get some deeper understanding of me I'm glad, if you think I've said something stupid, fine, that cool, that's apparently me too. Something I suppose we all have to deal with.

Peter says, "LOL"

Comics - Foxtrot - Feb 24th. 2002

How do I feel that IM speak has infiltrated our society so much that it's permissible in the Sunday comics?

Mr. Manners

Witness all disbelievers! The worlds most poorly designed men's bathroom!

At first glance it appears to be an ordinary public bathroom, but take a closer look to see the sheer quantity of mistakes made in it's design.

Urinal (A) is, of course, the only acceptable urinal to go to as it provides the greatest shelter from the main area of the room. Yet anyone entering after (A) is occupied is out of luck. (B) is unacceptable as it puts you shoulder to shoulder to (A), and (C) puts you quite openly facing the room, and anyone washing their hands at sink (E) and virtually back to back with the occupant of (A), clearly unacceptable. Added to that, if anyone did happen to use urinal (C), they would create a virtual blockade between them and the stall. Blocking any access to either (A) or (B) and trapping anyone that that might be occupying them as well.

In fact even stall (D) is frowned upon for anything other than a "sit down" session, as using it as a urinal calls attention to the lack of available urinals and as we all should know, "The first rule of urinal etiquette is you don't acknowledge urinal etiquette."

So what we have here is a bathroom, that at best can only operate at 40% efficiency. Clearly the most poorly designed men's room in existence.

Care to test you etiquette skills? Try the Urinal Game.

... and now, a word from my mommy

"These are my new pet peeves...........

The Gateway ads where Ted ( Gateway) is talking to the cow who is the "brains of the operation" ?? Yeah well, the "cow" has a male voice....it's a COW!!!!! not a bull...they call them COW boxes...it's called COW country..COWS are female.

...and you know I'm not all that much of a feminist...it's the glaring error in gender here...the cow should be the proverbial "woman behind the man" ....snort."
- Fran Johnston (my mother)

I gotta admit, I hadn't noticed it.

time to make my mark

Jessica over at thinkdink got me thinking.

There seems to be a lot of really interesting "involved" weblog groups out there. Blogging communities exist in Dallas, San Fran, Toronto, London, DC, but yet nothing in the two largest cities in the states. Where's the LA and NYC love? Do they exist and I'm just missing them?

So here goes. I'm going to start work on the Big Apple Blogs for weblogs in the New York metro area, of which I might just barely belong to.

Please anyone feel free to laugh at me if it exists, or give me advice on what you might want to see if it doesn't.

If you happen to live in or around the NYC area please JOIN UP! If you don't live in the area, find someone who does and tell them.

<<#Big Apple Blogs?>>

update:
I did find two NYC blog rings, but considering they were formed in January and May of last year respectively and have no sites subscribed to them, this can mean one of two things: Mine is bound to fail, OR, I'm golden.

5lbs? 6lbs? 7lbs?

Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do,
so why, why weigh?

in cyberspace, writing is a performance

Because the monitor serves so many purposes, it seems to me like a public space. Countless voices have appeared on it—including yours, if you've e-mailed me. Typing on this monitor is subtly different from typing on a piece of paper on the L.C. Smith. That was a solitary act. This is more like a performance. - YIL | Column | Roger Ebert - Critical Eye

. . . an interesting little article I sugest you read it.

on writing

I vividly remember a time when writing was the bane of my existence, when my writing assignments in school were confined to book reports or assigned papers on manatees. Yet, as much as I hated writing, I hated having to use the computer more. I found comfort in the huge lined paper of my childhood. Remember the paper with the dotted rule in the middle? Computers were the annoying things my parents and brother spent all their time at, not something that interested me.

When I reached sixth grade I remember my "language arts" teacher demanding our papers be typed and I was forced to confront my fears. Not being one to ask for help even at a young age, I remember sneaking down to the computer late at night and typing my papers on the one program I'd ever really used, Splash. I can also remember the confused look on Mrs. Courier's face as I handed in papers printed in landscape style in white letters on a black background.

Eventually I started using, and got the hang of real word processing programs, and any lengthy amount of writing I've done since has been on a computer. I suspect ours is the first generation to grow up this way. While we were taught handwriting, we never really practiced it. Ours is the computer generation and it reflects on us greatly.

Aside from the fact my handwriting is a bit like one legged chicken scratch, I just seem to be able to "flow" better with my fingers tapping on a keyboard rather than scrawling on a page. Handwritten letters or longhand journals are foreign to me. What's the point? If I ever write anything I think is really good, I'm going to want a digital record of it anyway. Computers are where I compose, write, and reform what I write into something that may or may not be understandable to the common reader. Computers give us the flexibility to play, and shift our writing around to the point where we can both create and reshape simultaneously, molding the words to fit. Which brings us full circle here.

We live in a world where a sustained linear train of thought is no longer effective. We need change, movement, surprises. We need 300 channels to click through. We need sidebars in our magazines. We need our media to be as malleable and subject to change as we are, and as our creative ability is. Today, in the weblogging world, these non-linear thoughts get to be expressed in our linking; a choose your own adventure where even the writer doesn't know every ending.

whatta ya mean the tour is over?

Okay so I realize I'm a bit late with this one, but did anyone catch Janet Jackson's concert on HBO?

Yeahh, ummm, so she did this at every venue? Wow, that's... uhhh... dirty.

Anyone one got a handbasket?

You're given access to a site where you can upload and animate a picture of anyone, then give it a computer generated voice. Are you telling me I'm the only sick bastard out there who'd put Stephen Hawking?

Stephen Hawking speaks!

It occurs to me that many people will be offended by the above link.

It may seem that I've taken a potentially really cool tool and sullied it by making fun of a disabled genius. Please understand that I have nothing but the utmost respect for Stephen Hawking and concider him to be one of the top minds of modern time. Nor do I think it's exceptable to make fun of random people's disabilities. That being said however. . .

If you think you may be offended by the link, you will be. Don't click it.

If you'd like to see another, more respectable, sample click on yesterday's link.

PlayMail Geekiness

Someone test this and let me know if it works?

Wish me luck

Nora and I are going to go play in the city.

My Agenda: Go get some sunglasses, find something cultural, find a cool place to get something to eat and drink, do something cute and couple-ly with Nora like getting our portraits drawn.

Nora's Agenda: Shop

What do YOU think is going to get accomplished?

update:
We actually hit a happy medium today. I got my sunglasses and culture (a photo exhibit on 9-11 in SoHo), and Nora got a new jacket. I just now ache. Nine hours of walking around Manhattan can tire anyone out. Unfortunately there wasn't any drawings today, but we did hang out and laugh at some woman, freak-dancing in front of the restaurant windows while skating in Rockefeller center. When it looked like she was about to start stripping we decided to leave. We can only imagine what the dinners had to say on the matter.

a little note on drinking

I drink.

a slightly larger note on drinking.

The first time I ever drank was at a beach I worked at in high school. All the lifeguards gathered after work and as the sun set, we drank something tasting vaguely of raspberries and rubbing alcohol from unseen bottles hidden in paper bags.

Looking back at it now, I see the innocence of it all, but as my friends dropped me off at home that night, I was sure I was drunk and reeking of booze. I hugged the wall and tried to make it up to my room as fast as I could, thinking myself clever as I mumbled excuses to my parents about "in-service training" at the beach. . . I never fooled my parents.

The second time I drank was while visiting my brother at his college fraternity. This event remains hazy to me. He tells me that sometime between a half hour and 45 minutes after we arrived I needed to be taken home as, "baggage." The decoration I left on his carpet with a previously consumed cherry sno-cone did little to endear me to him either.

Thus continued a trend that lasted me into college. I was never a fan of beer but learned if you drank it quickly you really didn't need to worry about tasting it. I was the poster-boy for binge drinking. Evenings went by as a blurry montage of half captured conversations, unsteady rooms, in a highly charged atmosphere. After waking up one morning with a greater amount of toothpaste and marker on me than I'd gone to bed with, I decided to learn the joys of moderate consumption.

Moderate consumption is great! Not only can you seem moderately more intelligent to your peers, but you can also remember the evening, which is nice. I suspect children brought up in cultures where alcohol isn't a "forbidden fruit" learn this lesson without going through the prior experiences, but it seems to be a right of passage for American kids.

I bring this all up because my friends and I had a drink at lunch yesterday. There still remains something, "naughty" about having a beer in the middle of your work day, a throw-back to the times when the idea of "one" beer didn't exist, and drinking during lunch meant you were drunk for the rest of the day.

So we sat there, looking around nervous and defiant, reminding me of the time many years ago, when I sat on a lawn overlooking my beach, drinking from paper.

Caving in to the hype

David Kamm - "I Hold You"

Here's a song for V-day. It's as close as you're going to get to blogged acknowledgement of a highly commercialized day.

That poor starving coyote...

My favorite category at the Academy Awards is the one for animated short. It all stems from my childhood delight in those looney tunes shorts (and frustration at that damn annoying roadrunner).

One of the most prolific winners of this Oscar is Nick Park, of Wallace and Gromit fame, who's won the award no less than three times. This year I'd say the front runner would have to be another past winner: Pixar, for it's work on For the Birds which was featured before Monster's Inc.

IGN had a nice little article today where they run down the other nominated animated shorts and provides links to available online showings of them. And of course I'll always recommend atom Films as a great resource for other animated shorts.

Childhood angst

As a child, the end of my driveway was the bus stop for all the kids on my block; a source of some warped sense of pride for me I suppose. I always felt like I needed to entertain my 'guests' in the mornings. I started the quick games we'd play in the fall, or made sure there was a suitable pile of snow to jump around in, in the winter. . . doing those things a gracious host should do.

Yet winter was full of anxiety. While the other kids were tunneling in the carefully piled snow. I'd be be standing nervously off to the side, straight backed and clenched. I wasn't a gassy child, but I lived in absolute fear that if I farted in the winter a little steam cloud would appear behind me. So every morning, until the bus came, I stood perfectly still, the seeming calm shattered occasionally by a frantic craning of my neck and spinning as I tried to see if my fears were unfounded.

I've asked many people if they have this same fear and am often met with a puzzled, mildly concerned glances, but today as I was waiting for the train I saw a litte boy spinning next to his mother like a dog trying to catch his tail. He was looking for a cloud.

Continuing the fight against copyright theft

The MPAA is now looking into a Taiwanese web-site offering web-casts of thousands of major film titles for a dollar each. According to this article, Movie88.com claims to be operating within the confines of Taiwanese law, but that hasn't stopped the MPAA from getting a tad cranked about the idea.

Now, I've never been one to endorse copyright infringement in any form, but I can't see how this could be dangerous. I mean it's streaming video and with this site after three days you can't watch it any more. It isn't like there's a way anyone could capture the files and share them, which of course would be pirating in the strictest sense of the word and, of course, I don't condone that.

Did I mention the web-site is Movie88.com.

Quote of the day

"The wonderful thing about standards is that there are so many of them." - Colin G.

The glamorous life of paleontology

Paleontologists in Peterborough, England have recently found the world's oldest fossilized vomit. This is apparently a very exciting discovery, and scientists hope to use this to further their theories on the creatures that swam the seas 160 million years ago.

Wow, I really hope millions of years from now, after man is extinct, the next sentient beings to explore this planet discover the remains of some ancient fraternity basement somewhere. It'd be a veritable gold mine for them.

Update:
It turns out the scientists were mistaken. It wasn't really fossilized vomit but merely a Jurassic gag gift.

Have a Pancake today

Happy International Pancake Day! If you are one of the lucky few run to IHoP and get your free stack. Just make sure you use real Maple Syrup.

You may think it's gross but it' snot

I'm finally starting to recover from a particularly nasty cold. I've taken so much vitamin C that I should, by all rights, be able to trace my genealogy back to a small tangerine tree in southern Florida.

The only hurdle to get past now it the rock solid sinuses that have formed in my cheekbones. I'm about ready to dunk my face into my coffee in hopes of reliving the pressure.

disgusting update: I just sneezed and I'm pretty sure I blew out a large portion of my brain.

In Search Of: anatomically correct gingerbread men

I'm not sure what's worse, that someone searched for this, or that they were actually dead on.

Ummmm

. . . We White Guys have faced it. We're wack at most everything. Basically the only thing we dominate now is stuff black people don't have the right clothes to try -- lumberjack contests and luge. But we shred documents like nobody's damn business!

SI's Rick Reilly: White like Me - via MeFi

Running The Joke Aground

"There is so little that's original on the web these days. Everything seems a bit recycled, plagiarised, stolen, revisited, reworked, repackaged.

Especially in the personal publishing world."
Via - not.so.soft

Ya know, I don't really think that's true.

I'm not really complaining mind

I'm not really complaining mind you, but how'd it get to be Thursday already?

Green Mountains Majesty

Honestly, when have you EVER seen a purple mountain? The best you might ever find would be a purply-reddish color with some yellow scattered about during the fall. Yet, all of this occurs best in the GREEN Mountain State, Vermont.

Vert Mont - French for Green Mountain . . . Just caught that, did ya?

Don't worry I'm used to the shocked look. It's an odd life coming from the one state, school kids all over the country miss on their "list the 50 states" quizzes (especially embarrassing to Vermont students), or worse yet don't even acknowledge its existence when confronted with it.
"Where ya from?"
"Vermont"
"Oh Yeah? How ya like living in Canada?"

Vermont, home of same-sex married hippies skiing in plaid flannel jackets, eating Ben&Jerry's covered in maple syrup, all the while shouting protests against building anything larger than an outhouse where they might possibly produce hormones to inject into cows. . . Yeah, that's about right.

But that's not all! My home-sweet-home is the birthplace of a multitude of Thoroughly unknown famous people. Did you know the founder of Alcoholics Anonymous was a Vermonter? Ahhhh Yeah! Ethan Allen was too. You know Ethan right? Nooooo he didn't make furniture, he was one of the Minutemen.... Yesss, that's right the "Minutemen". Imagine going to college with THAT little tidbit hanging over your head.

A Vermonter received the very first US patent for "potash". . . .Hmmm pot ash? Yeah that sounds like a Vermont thing to do. Vermonters also printed the first stamp, took pictures of snowflakes, and collected the very first social security check.

So you see we've got an incredible array of historical footnotes. Fun little tidbits of trivia to surprise and pester your friends with when they least expect it. So next time you don't have much to say toss out,

"Did you know the State Animal of Vermont is the Morgan Horse? It was small, "stout" horse bred by a guy named Justin Morgan, who's very existence taunted the webmaster of KnitWitology's childhood, eventually forcing him to leave the state and move to a place where people thought Vermont was a small Canadian border town and Morgan was a fun and trendy name for little girls"

Two quick followups

I made a couple interesting observations after that last post that I felt I needed to share.

1 The name Morgan is ranked 336 for boys in that 2000 survey, beaten by names like: Kyler, Arturo, Cade, and Angel. . . How fucked up it that??

2. Hawaii kicks Vermont's ass when it comes to cool state animals. They have the Humuhumunukunukuapua`a

Truth

I was hunting down some quotes today when I was confronted with this little tidbit.

. . . A powerful little quote by itself wouldn't you say? How many authors have you read that just aren't writers?

The Worst Of The Worst

The 100 Worst Films of the 20th Century (via Plasticbag.org) points out all that was ugly in 20th century cinema. Though I honestly think they cheated a bit by clumping some films together in groups:
The Cheech and Chong Films of the 1980s,
The Friday the 13th series,
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre series,
or the The Police Academy movies all should have been split up and judged according to their own poor quality and lack of box office merrit. Yet, while I have to agree that almost all of them really are poor movies, I guiltily enjoy some.

The Gods Must be Crazy, Howard the Duck, and Nothing But Trouble are all CLASSIC poor films that I'll watch if given a chance, and it also needs to be said that Red Dawn is a great movie and in no way belongs on this list.

Of course it all begs the question: What movie will top this century's list?

A View From The Other Side.

Limp Bizkit has been at the forefront of the "free music" movement since the beginning, even going so far as to having a free tour sponsored by Napster. Having such a famous and mainstream act fighting the RIAA was a great victory from all accounts. Now it seems many artists may be paying for that.

Limp Bizkit needs a new guitarist. The talented (yet bizarre) 7 string guitarist Wes Borland is gone and Fred Durst and clan have decided to do a nation-wide search for a replacement. Guitarists are brought in to a studio and play a minutes worth of original music, then sent on their way. Sounds great right? But think ahead a bit. Limp Bizkit now has in it's possession, thousands of un-copyrighted samples from guitarists all over the country. A few people have already thought of this and are now mighty nervous.

Regardless of what they choose to do with the samples, it opens up a lot of questions about fair use. Many of these struggling guitarists can't afford to go through the ordeal of copyrighting their tablature and as such, Limp Bizkit could legally use any of their music samples without so much as a thank you to the original artist, and with the raging debate of copyright legality still ongoing, there is a possibility that many independent, copyrighted artist, may have to worry as well.

I've always seen the debate as relatively one-sided. Shutting down music sharing stops the independent musician from getting their music heard, and protects the large labels interests, continuing to bring in money. I never thought of the idea that it also protects the small musician as well.

While I knew the DMCA and copyright law issues we complicated, this adds another layer to the process, and maybe something we all need to keep in mind before blindly choosing sides. There's obviously much more work to be done before a solution can be reached.

I'm the man...

The Blorgi for Best Use of Muppets goes to Knitwitology.

That's right baby! There's nothing like highly specific categories to make me feel like a winner! Thanks to BTC for makin' me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Here are some oldies-but-goodies for you.

And for those inclined to answer questions on random people's blogs:

Who's your favorite Muppet? -or
Which Muppet do you think BEST personifies you?
(I include ANY "puppet" created by Jim Henson Productions in this question.)

Picking up after Adcritic

The Superbowl season comes with disappointment this year after the realization that Ad Critic won't be around to show us all the coolest ads.

Luckily, all the best an brightest were captured and are now being shown on ifilm.

There's a point hidden in here somewhere

I got a little cranked today in the course of my normal blog-surfing and felt I needed to step up and say something.

>>>In Defense of Wil>>>

Call now for your free readin'

Trent Lott, Mark Foley, and Tom Carper the incredible Psychic Psyenators!

All three commended Dubya on his state of the union address. . .before he even gave it.

Peter Jennings has the report.