is watching the tennis.
Contest starts this weekend over at web-goddess.org. Fanboys, this year it’s all. about. you.
is watching the tennis.
Contest starts this weekend over at web-goddess.org. Fanboys, this year it’s all. about. you.
Wednesday = Spuddsday
Today’s boxing circuit session wasn’t nearly as bad as the first. I forced myself to eat a granola bar an hour beforehand, which may have helped alleviate any dizziness. I even managed the squats-while-balancing trick! The only thing I really sucked at was the final abdominal workout. Spudds told me to check out the nutrition guidelines on his site (summary: fewer carbs, more protein, yada yada yada), and to consider coming in for a second session each week. Twice a week? Scary.
Whoa! Snookums just discovered that there’s going to be an Office Space 10th annivesary reunion next month in Austin.
Word Clouds: The Inaugural Address. That’s kind of neat. I think FDR’s is my favorite.
My absolute favorite response from the big Metafilter thread about the inauguration was Hugh2d2’s response to Obama’s speech:
Congratulations, Mr. President. You have my axe!
I’m going to start using “And my axe!” whenever anybody asks for help with something.
Cheney turns into Mr. Potter. Sooo right, and too funny.
is thinking about monkeys. And frock coats.
thinks there is nothing cuter than a grown man playing with a silly kitten.
feels proud today, and just might wear some red-white-and-blue.
Only six more hours to go… Unfortunately I think the chances of yours truly getting up at 3:30am to watch – even for this historic event – are pretty slim. Obama’s speech will have to wait til I’m having my breakfast.
Mr Darcy has his first attempt at Guitar Hero. Seriously. And he’s just about as sucky as we were on our first go. “You have to hit it before you hit it, right?” Yep.
“The Game”, an article about a real-life scavenger hunt inspired by the film Midnight Madness that went terribly wrong. I found a copy of the movie years ago, and I actually participated in a real-life version at Notre Dame my senior year. Of course, we were just running around in bowling alleys and stuff, not scuba diving or falling down mine shafts.