what do we do

i'm not depressed. i swear. nor am i heartbroken.

but i cannot get enough of this song:

Hunh, Hunh, Hunh!

(marvel at my three minute photoshop job. it's not easy to 'shop a beret in place. not with MY subpar photoshopping skillz.)

My Synchronicity (That's Right. It's All About Me.)

So, every once in a while, I get a headache. They have made me somewhat nervous for a couple of years now. Generally they start with what I can only describe as being a squiggly, flashing obstruction in my vision. There's nothing in my eye(s), there's nothing wrong with my contacts.

That obstruction starts to grow. Snaking around my periphery, and is eventually coupled with a straight-up blind spot in my vision by the time the headache itself sets in.

This is annoying as it is, but without fail there is a span of about 5 or 10 minutes where I am unable to speak. I am physically able to make sounds, but I can't say words. It comes out in nonsensical gibberish. I sound like Sarah Palin discussing foreign policy. (That's hilarious because it is topical.) I make a series of syllabic sounds before I give up and try to avoid speaking to people. This is difficult when I am at work... which I was yesterday when I had one of these fun things.

Well, this morning I saw a link on a news aggregator to a story on "aural/visual migraines." It turns out that this is what I've been having, instead of tiny strokes or mini-seizures, which is what I was fearing. It seems like it is pretty common. The flash demo is pretty close to what I see, too.

Phew.

The Choice is Clear

This year, I'm voting with my gut.

Best Find Ever

A bold title, but I have complete and total faith that this will live up to that. What follows are YouTube clips uploaded from heaven. Or something close to that. (God, I can't wait until I can turn on my speakers and actually HEAR these.)

Enjoy.

You are welcome.















There appear to be dozens more. These are just the ones that looked interesting from the preview picture alone.

I think that I need to find a Halloween party to attend, because these things are full of ideas.

Letterman Bashes McCain

walking limonia

work through the poor quality and silly editing at the beginning. so worth it:



maury's lovin' it.

Chicago Shout Out

Chitown's Roger Ebert is nothing if he is not a scientist.

And I think that it is safe to say that the man has this whole science thing down to a religion.

Don't stop believin', my man. Don't stop believin'.

Teh Ivy League!!!1!!11!11!one!!!!

What you see behind my incredibly sexy ear is a staircase. I ask that you please take a moment to imagine that you are an extremely handsome and charming guy, sitting at the entrance to this building. You spend your day greeting Ivy Leaguers, the supposed crème de la crème, people who are attending graduate school with the specific goal of becoming educators themselves or working in the field of academic administration, devoting their lives to molding young minds and shaping the future of our great nation as well as the world in which we live.

Place yourself there.

I'll wait.

Ready?

What would you do if one of these little geniuses walked through the building's entrance, looked at the staircase pictured above and asked you, "Do those stairs go to the second floor?"

Me? I cried a little.

I wept for our children.

this is for jeff

though i'm sure you're well aware (and possibly drunk).



boston's local bacon vodka. and it looks like that's a slim jim in that bloody mary.

This is for Paul

Here's your chance to own a little piece of history, Paul. You can bid to win a helicopter helmet used on the show... personally signed by the one and only Mr. Ernest Borgnine.

Check it out here.



Yeah. That Mr. Ernest Borgnine.

Subway Book Club

I always get a kick out of the books people read on the subway. From now on, I will do my best to share with you what people are reading while riding the subway here in good olde Boston. Here is your first T Rider Recommendation™:

Thong on Fire: An Urban Erotic Tale, by Noire

Here is what Publisher's Weekly had to say about this opus:

Last seen during a short walk-on (or rather, incall) in Thug-a-Licious, Saucy Robinson returns with a vengeance in Noire's latest Harlem street tale, with Noire's most sophisticated plot to date. Born in Harlem to a black ex-G.I. father and a junkie Korean prostitute mother, Saucy (named Seung Cee by her mother and Sarita by her father) ends up in her uncle Swag's care by age eight, after her mother pimps her out to various men and her lesbian lover. Saucy's upstairs neighbor is a black girl named Tai, and the two are on-again, off-again frenemies for the rest of the book. Saucy, a total hottie, ends up attached to various drug dealers and working at a strip joint, the G-Spot. She breaks into doing rap videos, and ordinary-looking Tai, who is working for super-rapper Freedom Moore, hooks them up. Free wants Saucy to act straight, and if she can, her happiness might be assured. Beyond the sex, what drives the book is Saucy's vivid, trash-talking unreliability—except perhaps in describing her own pleasure. (Mar.)
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

You can buy this book at Amazon, and if you bundle it with Thug-A-Licious, you can own them both for just $22.63. They would practically pay for themselves, people.

speaking of superman

if david cross won't marry me, i guess i could settle for this:

[via]

dude has guitar hero!

Speaking of School

[via]

Anthony LOST ten character points for this? That is wrong on at least two levels.

Back to School

Classes begin tonight.

This of course means that the students and faculty have returned, filling my heart with glee and sunshine. Here is my favorite quote of the day:

Professor talking to an eager-to-please student:

Professor: Currently my book is selling 3,000 copies a year...

Student: Wow!

Professor: Not bad, but my agent and I feel that it should be selling about 30,000 a year. It is that good.

Ahhh... September...

it's the end of the world as we know it

And I feel pretty good about things.

It Isn't News,But I Share it Anyway

This is for Ally

(Obviously.)

Make some new friends in your new 'hood.

Jumping on the (Sled) Dog Pile

postcard from palin

Congrats on the New Job, Ally...

...but if you need any extra cash, I might have found a one-time gig for you.


Easy money.