Somebody stop Rivers Cuomo.

If it weren’t real, I’d be laughing.  In all actuality, it is real, so I am not laughing.

Recommended Reading

A Bird Drops a Baguette into the Large Hadron Collider and brings particle accelerator operations to a screeching halt.  Remember in Jurassic Park when Jeff Goldblum’s character says that you can’t contain life because it will always find it’s own way?  Sort of like that.  A bird with a piece of stale bread delayed our eventual understanding of the universe.  Way to biff it, bird.

And then this…

A look Into the Zombie Underworld in Haiti.  Don’t go thinking that I’m an avid Men’s Journal reader.  I’m an avid zombie reader, and this story is indeed a great one.  I’m in the midst of another big zombie phase.  I somehow convinced my wife to watch the Night of the Living Dead on Halloween, which to my surprise, she enjoyed immensely.  The baby slept through it.  Now, to move on to Dawn of the Dead.  Though the new Romero zombie thing looks pretty… well….

When you find out that you are having a baby...

… people tell you a horde of different things, including your social life crashing to guaranteed poverty. An especially common foretelling is a death sentence of sleeplessness.

I personally made it my own prerogative to shut out the naysayers, the embittered, and the ultra-pessimists.   I decided that I would find out a lot of the details as I went along.

Though, I have not slept a solid night’s sleep since the baby came home.  And that’s nothing compared to what my wife is enduring at the moment. Even our cat Dez seems to be suffering from the same malady.  I used to pride myself in my own need for only 6-7 hours a night, but now, I’m walking around like the undead.  At the grocery store today, I paced around with amnesia for the specific items I needed (sandwich bags and dish soap) and instead wandered around lucidly like some sort of vagrant.

I get to go back to work tomorrow.  Let’s hope I don’t fuck anything up.

"I'm going to bake a cake in the shape of the moon blowing up."

All this talk of the LCROSS moon mission this week, and scarcely anyone else brings up the infamous ‘Blow-Up the Moon’ Mr. Show sketch.

"Who peed in your cornflakes?"

“Who peed in your cornflakes?” Is a lovely phrase I found in the comments of this blog post on the Slashfood blog.  I will do my best to remember this phrase and use it frequently.

I am in a real actual book that you can buy at the mall!

Check it out. I’m not just in the phone book anymore.

Actually, I’m unlisted.

So, I’m just in the The Girls Guide To Rocking.

Everything is better with class warfare?

Catsup or Ketchup ought to be henceforth referred to only as Trailer Sauce.