1. I can't believe no one commented on the pandas. This makes me sad, and leads me to believe that you are all probably heartless, since you don't like baby pandas enough. Unless, of course, you became so captivated by the pandas that you completely forgot everything else ( Read more... )

The Panda Blog. Because pandas are cute and there's a picture (and video) of SIXTEEN BABY PANDAS. After watching the video, I've determined that, clearly, there is very little on this earth more awesome than sixteen baby pandas.

So, this male brothel that Heidi Fleiss is opening in Nevada ... it's officially cool. Ms. Fleiss herself, though, is looking sketchier than ever. What the hell happened to her face?

Well, I'm off to New York to have Thanksgiving with Brandie, Marcus, Marie, and Luis. It should be fun. I'll be back Monday night. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

So I have the sudden urge to play the Myst series all the way through. I got Riven when it first came out and enjoyed it immensely -- played it all the way through three or four times, even though you couldn't do anything different subsequent times around. When I was done with that I got Myst, but I never finished that one. I feel silly buying Myst ( Read more... )

So some guy has a contract on the house across the street from ours, and if he buys it, he plans to build a five car garage DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM OUR HOUSE. I cannot express in words how tacky that would look. It's bad enough that there are the people diagonally across the way with their baseball court, and the guy two block down with his uglyass ( Read more... )

Judgement on the Harry Potter movie ( Read more... )

There's something incredibly reassuring about leather-bound books. Especially those with acid-neutral archival-quality pages. Unfortunately, the ones I want are pretty far out of my price range -- as much as $300 for a single book ( Read more... )

Anyone else think Dungen's "Panda" sounds an awful lot like Kent's "Musik Non Stop"? I can only assume it's because both bands are Swedish, or something, but it's really weirding me out ( Read more... )

So anyway, my cell phone has died. It is no more. It has ceased to be. It has expired and gone to meet its maker. ... It's kicked the bucket, shuffled off the mortal coil, run down the curtain and gone to meet the choir invisible. This is an EX-CELLPHONE ( Read more... )