All things good and ungood

DID YOU KNOW? The McDonald's hamburger on the left is twelve years old.

It's official, I have become the worst kind of blogger--the kind that has a month-old post apologizing for not posting and resolving to post more in the near future. Seriously, xkcd once said that this was the worst kind of blogger, so it must be true. Also the kind that forgets to put up a post for his mother's birthday.

To celebrate Sam's Mom's birthday, I did not send her a DVD of Mamma Mia!, because I figured that she wouldn't really like it, and also she doesn't really have a DVD player, and I am always skeptical of whether or not she watches the DVD's of films that she actually likes that I send her. I could have sent back the ABBA ultimate collection two-disc set that I stole from her six years ago, but, you know, I might want to listen to A Man After Midnight in a car sometime, whereas I can get the best scene from Mamma Mia! on YouTube anytime.



I think I am on track to get tired of watching that in about 2013, which is after the apocalypse, so no worries Meryl Streep. "Their minds as COLD as ice!"

I like titles that end in exclamation points; one time I sent an e-mail to Shana and Maura because there was a question on Jeopardy! about Baz Luhrmann and it made reference to his film Strictly Ballroom!. This was of course a vintage clue because the correction question was "What is Moulin Rouge!?", which had just come out at the time. Anyway, I wrote this e-mail to Shana and Maura and it ended "STRICTLY BALLROOM!! ON JEOPARDY!! Note: The double exclamation points are not meant to convey excitement--this is the correct way to punctuate these titles." Shana cleverly responded, "But the fact that you send us an e-mail entirely in capital letters was meant to convey excitement, right?"

SEGUE, changing the way we build cities! Another thing I did to celebrate Sam's Mom's birthday was deciding not to go up to Seattle to visit my beloved high school friend Shana, only because I was trying to figure out how to get there and back and it seemed like ridesharing would be the best idea. Ultimately I decided against that whole idea, figuring that a visit to Seattle would work out better with more planning and more time for Shana.

So the question of what would happen if I were a little more impulsive goes unanswered for now; which is okay because it doesn't work out so well for Leela in that one episode of Futurama. Speaking of being impulsive and most of the letters from Futurama, my roommate bought tickets to Sumatra yesterday, and he'll be back in three weeks.