Dude, this is the weirdest conceptual art project I’ve ever heard of: a gigantic knitted pink rabbit lying on a hill in Italy for the next twenty years. They don’t give any dimensions, but judging from the pictures the thing has to be, like, a hundred feet long. Oh, and it’s also a rotting corpse with a wound and organs hanging out. Don’t neglect to read the press information; it’s a hoot. “Happy you leave like the larva that gets its wings from an innocent carcass at the roadside. Such is the happiness which made this rabbit. i love the rabbit the rabbit loves me.” I’m going to have nightmares about the rabbit. (Link courtesy of miftik.)

Ooh, Ebert is PISSED! The bastards at “Federated Department Stores” have officially decided to change the name of Marshall Field’s to Macy’s. Ebert is basically calling Chicagoans to arms. He’s cut up his Field’s charge card and he’s demanding that the City Council pass legislation designating the brass nameplate on the State Street store as a landmark. “In every corner of America that has lost a little of its soul to heartless corporate bean counters, the decision will have an echo.”

Check it out: Office Space Movie Quiz. I scored 67 out of a 100 correct. Man, I didn’t realize some people were that obsessive about it… (Link courtesy of Brigita.)

I was amused by this BBC article on the naming of hurricanes. With such an unusually active hurricane season this year, meteorologists are worried that we could run out of names for the first time ever. (If that happens, we’ll name them after letters of the Greek alphabet.) The bit that made me laugh though, was this bit of historical trivia:

Individual names began to be attached in the 1950s, with US meteorologists using initially the phonetic alphabet and then female names… In the 1970s feminist groups succeeded in changing the nomenclature to alternating male and female names.

I guess I can see where I might take offense if terribly destructive storms were only named after women, but seriously ladies, weren’t there more important things to worry about? I don’t want to seem ungrateful here, but I personally would have prioritized, say, equal pay for equal work over the equal gender division of hurricane nomenclature.

Game Show Host: Which Wright brother made the first maiden flight at Kitty Hawk?
Me: (with absolute certainty) Frank!
Snook: (eyeing me askance) Uh, Orville.
Game Show Host: That’s right; it was Orville, not Wilbur.
Me: (complete double-take) What the–? Who the hell is Frank?

It’s my sinusitis, I swear.

Thanks to Deb for sending through this schweet picture of the Snook and me at Steve and Kate’s Bollywood dinner last weekend…

And don’t worry, Mom. That facial hair lasted about 24 hours before he shaved it off. 🙂

I have to face the fact that I have been in total denial about my nose for the past week. I have a full-blown sinus infection. I feel like somebody punched me in the face, and everytime I cough I feel like my eyeballs are going to pop out. Friday I’m off for some antibiotics…

Hamlet Text Adventure. See, this is why I hate these games: I get stuck. I’m stuck on the damn balcony talking to the ghost and I can’t get off. I even tried jumping off and eating the bat.

This is the post wherein I MAKE KELLY MCMAHON’S YEAR: a complete video archive of SNL’s Celebrity Jeopardy. Too bad I can’t get Windows Media Player to work on my computer… (Link courtesy of geek fu.)