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touch me, babe.

That links to an article that any human should find interesting, sports fan or not.

AFTERNOON COLD

It’s fucking cold in
here, like it’s three in the morning.
You notice that?

WAKE UP CALL

Burn, BURN the back of
my throat, Mountain Dew!
At last we shall feel alive.

I just fed 7 children breakfast before the pitchforks and torches came down upon me. I am so proud of myself I had to share it with you. (I am horrible in the kitchen which is why this feels like an accomplishment).

… to stick to pagan drum circles.

Too easy, I know. Not very Christmas-y either.

Paul finds the neatest stuff:

…. of getting stoked.

The only thing better than cops being douchebags is cops being douchebags to other cops.

Let the good times roll.

Of course, while State Troopers were arguing with Rochester police on Rte. 125, I was pulling my own u-turn… because none of the boneheads were directing traffic either!

This is hilarious. Robin Williams offends Brazil by saying Rio de Janeiro won its bid for the Olympics by sending “50 strippers and a pound of blow” to compete with Chicago.

Best part is, quoting from the article: “Mayor Eduardo Paes says Williams is envious of Rio’s achievement.”

Um, maybe. Williams *was* born in Chicago, but, I rather suspect he’s just nostalgic for his days of strippers and blow.

Basketball season is in full swing and Garnett’s buzzer shot in overtime today was a nice pick-me-up. Soon Abby will be playing on Saturday mornings again and our worship of the orange ball will be complete.

Check out this Google Voice feature. Use the widget below to leave me a voicemail. Seriously go ahead and try it. Prank me or something.

Ye old Interweb has been so damn kind to me over the years. It’s the horn of plenty that keeps on giving. It has replaced the libraries, bars, and arcades of my life with far greater versions of each. It has shown me an easy way to feed my family. I could go on, but… thank you, Interweb.

I gave in and started Ice Age playing for Marco, for about the jillionth time, and noticed that the PG rating was attributed to some ‘mild peril’ in the film. I wonder if there is a ‘hot and spicy peril’ or if they skip right to ‘people die, painfully’.

Turns out, these are known as ‘rating reasons’ and the MPAA Rating Board gets as creative with these as it likes. The first Ice Age may be rated PG for ‘mild peril’ but things get decidedly less dangerous in its follow-up, Ice Age: The Meltdown, which earns a PG for ’some mild language and innuendo’. Clearly nobody is in danger of life or limb in this sequel.

The third Ice Age movie, Dawn of the Dinosaurs, cranks it back up again with yet another PG rating for ’some mild rude humor and peril’. The peril is no longer mild, and we’re finally getting the rude humor so lacking in the first two efforts. Only some though and it’s mild. But rude.