Sunday, January 22, 2006

Still Fightin' It

No, the cold has not left me just yet.

Give it time. All things must pass. ;)


I'll probably be watching the game(s) today with Teso (and making him sick), but while I'm out... our neighbors will be having their open house.

Now ordinarily, it wouldn't be the best thing-- having signs in front of two houses on the same street. Makes the neighborhood seem undesirable, and all that.

But we just found out that they've listed their house for $40,000 more than our own. And this is not to tell tales out of school, to brag, to number-drop (or to suggest that we under-priced our place)... it's just to note that potential buyers might be a bit overwhelmed by their price, when they see what they can get for less, just two doors away.

Forty thousand dollars is a lot of money, you know?

So, we'll see what happens.

A realtor dropped by yesterday, completely unannounced... so maybe things will start to pick up again. On weekends, anyway.


Lots of links to share today.

First of all... if you're a fan of the Ricky Gervais version of The Office (or of Extras, for that matters), then you absolutely must get to the Ricky Gervais Podcast.


Each episode is about 30 minutes long, with Office co-creator Stephen Merchant and a guy-- a close friend, apparently-- who is absolutely not of this earth.

It must be heard to be believed.

I'll say no more.

Unfortunately, only four eps are available at any given time-- and so all you might be able to track down is nos. 4-7... but well, well worth it.


Since the government wants to track you down, based on your Google searches... why not cut out the middleman, and give them everything directly?


I have no idea why, but this might be the funniest goddamned thing I've ever read.

Well, this week, anyway.

Read as noted academic Rasheed Wallace tussles with IKEA furniture.

Be sure to read this aloud (to yourself) for maximum comedy value.


Not bad. Step one in perfecting the "Mark David Chapman" is to clutch a copy of Catcher, so... check.


Now, some of you may have seen this recently.

But I first saw it in 1991-- in my Psych 101 class. The one I've probably mentioned to you over one thousand times, that had close to 2,000 students in it? The "largest lecture course in the country," yadda, yadda, yadda?


Professor James Maas' specialty (I'm not going there, I'm not going there, I'm not going there) was sleep and sleep disorders.

For some reason, he chose this as an illustration. A video of Rusty, the narcoleptic dog. This is just a quick, 17-second clip of a longer movie... but you'll get the point pretty quickly.

Once he'd showed this to the class, by the way-- if memory serves, there were several dogs, and the clip was at least a minute or two long-- people couldn't breathe. Class didn't get started again, properly, for at least five minutes.


This ia a hell of a thing. Be sure to watch it the whole way through-- it ends differently than it begins.

Witness, the love of Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert, uncensored.


There's some deeper meaning to this story... I just can't figure out what it is.


A quickie-- this one goes out to my sister, and all of the philosophy majors out there who have been touched by the Black Eyed Peas.


Are you tired of the SNL "Lazy Sunday" bit, yet?

You're not?

Well, neither is this team of a 9-year old and a 7-year old. Witness, the cutest thing you've heard today.


And finally, let me take you back even further.

To a time when there weren't any blogs, and iPods, any job or marriage concerns.

There was only this.

G'bye, everybody!

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