Just Checking In To See What Condition My Condition Is In

We gave thanks exceedingly well last night. As a "you are welcome", I get a supremely bitter, nasty, spikes-through-the-skull hangover. I can probably set fire to things by just looking at them.

My neural circuitry is so badly affected that I can actually see individual molecules of Time. When these molecules are not daisy-chained to one another, as they are in the course of a normal day, there is no Cause, there is no Effect. There's only I.

I am walking - make that gliding through ether - at the rate of three half-formed thoughts per step.

Have you ever turned around and come face-to-face with yourself?

The kettle is on the stove, but there's no water in the kettle. So to set things right, I pour as much water outside the kettle as I pour into it. FML.

A slab of butter, a knife and a loaf of bread have been neatly laid out on the kitchen counter. I've also pulled out a box of cereal, a banana and a pineapple. A jar of peanut butter and some cake too. I know I am supposed to do *something* but I am not sure what or how.

That's all. I'm checking out.

Bismillah, Galileo, Figaro And Muppets

Awwww.....Muppets do the Rhapsody. Delightful. Freddy would have been pleased.

Dear Jim Henson Company, can we please have the gang from Fraggle Rock cover a Led Zeppelin tune?

Miracle In The Bedroom

One man's terrifying accident is...well...his wife's lucky break. Only in America, folks, only in America.

What goes down must come...up? Ahem.

Smoke Signals? Telegraphy? Carrier Pigeons?

How were large, complex (are there any other kind?) geographically-scattered software projects managed before companies finally got IM on corporate networks?

Why, over email, of course.

So how were these projects managed before the arrival of email?

God, I don't *want* to remember.

Handsome As An Amphibian With A Mustache

A what with a mustache, now? (link to discoveryon.info)

"Bozo The F***ing Clown"

A small but funny collection of rock one-liners. Bob Dylan seems to have cornered that market. His zinger to Neil Diamond, supposedly said during the Last Waltz concert, if true, deserves some kind of an award.

A couple of good one-liners can also be found in the comments section, so check that out too.

What Color Is The Universe?

Beige.

BlahEIGE?

No, seriously.

Google Music

Google now does music. I thought it was all right. Useful but not terribly exciting.

Searching for and serving up results for a song title, artist's name or an album title can't be too hard. Instead, Google could have let users search for legit MP3s/audio streams by entering snippets of lyrics.

Oh well, one can always just google for those things ;)