I'm still hiding under my desk, is it over?

I should have known not to click on the link when the title of the post was "Proof That the Uncanny Valley is a Scary, Scary Place".
Couldn't help myself.
I couldn't find the raw video, so this links to a page... (sorry)
Let me know how it ends, cause I couldn't make it all the way through without leafing through my copy of this. (I actually have one - it's on my nightstand.)

How could I live without digg?

I would never have seen this without Digg. Thank you, bigger-geeks-than-me...

Did we ever really know anything before the Internet?

Possibly.
But I didn't know that I could make a wallet out of a piece of paper.
And for some reason, that newfound knowledge makes me better person.

Hey y'all!

Did you see where Wild Hogs has made 152 million dollars since it was released on March 2nd?
I'm going to go cry. Or maybe blind myself.
Not sure.
There might be some praying...

I'm a judgemental person.

One of my criteria is always music appreciation.
If you like Ben Folds, you're going to have to do a lot for me not to like you.
"Why?"
Because Ben does stuff like this.
And he does it all the time.

Idol tip for TiVo folks

I'm finding the best way to watch Idol (damn - he mentioned it, so I watched) is to wait until well after it's over, then read the blog at votefortheworst.com as you watch each performance.
Tonight's entry was very entertaining.
Long live Sanjaya!

(Honestly - there are at least 3 other people, maybe four, who were WAY worse than Malakar tonight.)

Oh, Claritin

Why must you make me so sick, when I wasn't sick to begin with?
What did I ever do to you, Schering-Plough?

Man of the Year was a stupid movie

But honestly, if the actual Jon Stewart actually ran for President, wouldn't you at least give him some consideration?
Especially after this

I wish...

They had a good concise page like this to teach the youth of America that "UR" is not an acceptable replacement for "You are". Unless UR Prince.

Can I be interesting again now?

I just finished up producing a play (for the incredible
) that has pretty much dominated my life for the
bulk of 2007. While I am sad to see it go, I am excited for the
opportunity of being interesting again.
My roommate was kind enough to point out the other night that he hopes
the play closing means that I won't begin every sentence with "So, at
the theater last night". I'm thinking I may have become a bit boorish
about the whole deal.
Happily, he's leaving town this weekend, so he won't be around to watch
me cry when Friday night rolls around and I'm not there, watching the
funny people say the funny things on the beautiful set. I might even
miss washing blood-soaked shirts every night.
Maybe I'll be better after a weekend of mourning.