the power of 6

I love 6. It's wonderful. All thing work as they should through 6.

"What the hell is he talking about?"

Power level 6 on my microwave and burner setting 6 on my stove.

Everything comes out perfect on six: grilled cheese, sausage, frozen gyro's, quesadillas, bacon, eggs... you name it.

Oh, if only everything could be mastered so simply and succinctly.

6: Learn it. Live it. Love it.

natalie's diggin' it...

OK, so I found Jolly Green Julie's blog via Twinkie's blog today, and since Julie had such a lovely post about Jessica Simpson, I thought I'd share this with you all in that same spirit. I left a comment some time ago about this pic on Twinkie's blog, but why should she get all the blog traffic?

See, even movie stars like Natalie Portman get undie-creep.


Can I give you a hand with that, Natalie? ;)

yowch! (but they deserve it)

Only from South Africa could (and should) such a device emerge:

The anti-rape female condom, known commercially as Rapex.

Nope. Not a joke.

What is it, exactly? Well, check out the link for details, but essentially it's a portable pussy porcupine, to put it in indelicate alliteration terms. It's a sheath which contains painful barbs which implant themselves into any invading... um, er... member. The theory is this will cause MUCH pain (I don't think that theory will need proving), giving the victim time to escape. Also, it apparently requires surgical removal, but causes no long-term damage. If you ask me, long-term damage should be guaranteed, rather than avoided.

What deplorable social condition have precipitated such a device's invention? Why, only the world's highest highest reported rape rate per capita: about 1 in 840. Don't forget that "capita" includes males, so if you rule them out, it's really about 1 in 420 or so. That's only the REPORTED rapes. Experts estimate the actual rate could be as much as NINE TIMES HIGHER, which could theoretically put the rate at 1 in 46. Crikey. What a wonderful world.

bon voyage, gilligan...

Well, another piece of TV history is off to the vaults. Actor Bob Denver, of Gilligan's Island fame, passed away Friday, September 2.

So now it's time for useless trivia!

Q: What was Gilligan's full name on the series?
A: Willie Gilligan

Q: What was the Skipper's full name on the series?
A: Jonas Grumby

Q: What was the show's original pilot's title?
A: Gilligan's Island: Marooned

Ha! I used up some of your gray matter, and you'll never get it back!

i'm a lazy bastard...

Well, let's see. We woke up about 11:30 am Saturday. We went over the chapter for 5-8 weeks in What to Expect When You're Expecting. They we made minimum efforts to put ourselves together and hit the Shoney's breakfast bar. After making a quick stop at Kroger, we headed home, where we both fell victim to an attack of the naps at about 3:30 pm. Funky didn't get hit too hard, but I didn't wake up until 8:30 pm. Pitiful.

On the plus side, we were both rested enough to watch Godsend. Pretty good movie with a somewhat crappy ending. Don't get me wrong -- I liked it, it was just left open-ended. If you're not sure you're going to do a sequel, wrap the damn story up!

We flipped around after that (since our high-speed wireless was down AGAIN), both played some solitaire on the laptops and then Funky went back to bed. Myself? Well of course I stayed up until dawn, and watched the sunrise while Neil Young's musical film Greendale played on the TV. The grand finale of the movie played just as the sun came up. Not a bad morning...

Of course, then I went back to bed until noon Sunday! Hell yeah!

fats domino

If you hadn't heard, Fats Domino was missing in the New Orleans flood. Naturally, in the grand scheme of things, he's no more important than anyone else that's trapped down there, but quite a few people have been mentioning that he's been missing. So here's the skinny: he's alive and rescued, as evidenced by this photo from which he was identified by his daughter. Other than that, who knows where he is or if he's really OK.

and now something useful...

I hate doing laundry. Every step. I hate taking the clothes to the laundry room. I hate sorting them. I hate switching the clothes from the washer to the dryer.

But I especially hate folding and hanging.

I know you're all with me on this. It's OK to admit it. So what am I going to do about it? Provide you with this useful video to speed and aesthetically improve your shirt folding.

Now you can't say I never did anything for you.

still a fresh twinkie...

Happy Birthday, Twinkie!

You're older than me now. For a while, anyway. I hope you get your favorite present: a creamy filling!

Oh, I just slay myself!

blogspot & flickr hell

Well, I managed to not get a post up yesterday, because I spent God-only-knows how long trying to fix my template. Talk about a meltdown.

I finally got new graphics done to update the look, so I uploaded them to Flickr. I then went (painstakingly) through my template code replacing all the graphics links. Once the preview looked good, I hit the save button.

Then I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Then it finally said it was done, so I hit ye olde "view blog" link and voila! Nothing but the background.

WTF?!?!?

I go back and look at my template code, and the problem is apparent: only about the first 40 lines are there. An incomplete upload. Lovely. Naturally, it was the first time since I started monkeying with the template that I didn't save a copy on my laptop. So I had to go back the previous version and re-link everything and re-tweak everything. I finally got it all done a little after midnight.

Then the image links didn't work this morning. Freakn Flickr! So now the images are relinked and everything looks right again. For now.