Thursday, December 22, 2011

Hitler and Rebecca Black

Why, just last week a friend of mine introduced me to this cretin of a singer called Rebecca Black and her opus, "Friday." Words fail me. Go find it and listen if you must, but hide any weaponry because I promise you will want to kill yourself.

And while I know there are a million versions of fake-subtitles for that Hitler-in-the-bunker scene, most of them are pretty funny. Here is the Rebecca Black incarnation.

Talking Babies

That talking babies video wasn't interesting to me, but this altered-version pleases me greatly.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Göbekli Tepe

I read an exceptionally good article this week in the New Yorker about ancient Turkish stuff. When we win the lottery, I'm taking Kimberly and the girls on a month-long excursion along the Turkish coast via Istanbul and then north to Ankara. It's going to be fun.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Inspection

I've changed my mind. Requiring car inspection before registration is a good idea. More than once over the past 20 years I've neglected to get the inspection because it slipped my mind. The state sent nasty letters threatening fines. The new way is better. I am sorry for any inconvenience my bad judgment may have caused.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Seriously Disjointed Miscellany

The kids have had flu shots. A friend of theirs slept over Saturday night. Jane had a dental check-up and cleaning last week. On Saturday the kids baked and decorated cookies with friends. There are varying opinions about the effectiveness of "Rosetta Stone." I just finished a 600-page biography of Hemingway, and if the material can be trusted, the man was a nearly complete asshole. The electric, credit card, and phone bills have been paid. Wednesday a friend is coming over for half an hour while I go onto the roof to clean off leafy crap. On Friday I visited a neighbor and showed her how to publish an ebook; in two hours, she went from Word document file to published Kindle ebook for sale at Amazon. Some day soon I'd like to watch the original BBC "Tinker, Tailor..." production. It annoys me that North Carolina now requires a car inspection before registration can be renewed (both cars are due). We have eliminated (knock, knock) Jane's latest round of pinworms. A friend recently returned from Belgium (Schellebelle, to be precise) and brought me Kwak beer and Leonidas chocolates. The less time I spend on my home computer, the happier I am. This morning the dog was seen tenderly licking a steaming pile of her own excrement. It's remarkable how often NCIS reruns appear on television. Starbucks breakfast sandwiches are tasty. It is now 7:32.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Big Spoon

I know this man, Mark Overbay, and can confidently report that his nut butters are delicious. I would never say that about just anyone.

Monday, December 5, 2011

To Each Her Own

Emma just this moment related that a female friend of hers at school likes to hug old people "because they're squishy."

Saturday, December 3, 2011


A fellow writer dropped this dance video onto my desk earlier in the week. It has nothing to do with writing, it has no punchline or inherent hilarity, but it tickled me. I do so enjoy a good tickling.