1)
An oldie but a goodie.
2)
How To Shower: Men Vs Women - Watch more Entertainment
This is funny if you live with someone of the opposite sex.
3) If you've somehow never seen "Dick in a Box"... well, you must. Click here.
4) A somewhat contrived but yet thoughtful website about our political state here.
5) Finally, a classic if you've ever remotely loved the Howard Stern show: The Gary Tape. "I miss you, man."
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sleeptalking
This post is primarily for Daffy and my brother Evan.
This morning, Lisa (my wife) said, "You said the funniest thing last night in your sleep. I made a mental note of it so I can tell you this morning. You said, 'How are the vegetables growing today, Harold?' I asked you, 'The vegetables, honey?' You repeated it a couple of more times."
I laughed and laughed. Then, I explained where that came from, and how often Daffy, Evan and I listened to the Scary Stories tape, for whatever reason.
Click here for text or here for audio. Amazingly, a Google search for "scary stories vegetables Harold" turned up these two links.
This morning, Lisa (my wife) said, "You said the funniest thing last night in your sleep. I made a mental note of it so I can tell you this morning. You said, 'How are the vegetables growing today, Harold?' I asked you, 'The vegetables, honey?' You repeated it a couple of more times."
I laughed and laughed. Then, I explained where that came from, and how often Daffy, Evan and I listened to the Scary Stories tape, for whatever reason.
Click here for text or here for audio. Amazingly, a Google search for "scary stories vegetables Harold" turned up these two links.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Three Videos
Touching...
...hilarious.
And, not as funny as Bowser's Minions, but still chuckleworthy.
...hilarious.
And, not as funny as Bowser's Minions, but still chuckleworthy.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Recent Images
Some images that have grabbed my attnetion recently...
Sorry, Mets fans. Yes, I'm across the Phila. bandwagon these days. Even the Sixers.
Lisa and I saw Joan Osborne perform at the World Cafe Live in Philadelphia. You remember Joan Osborne, don't you? Well, her voice is sexy and incredible live. She's one of those rare performers who are actually better live than on album. I would highly recommend seeing her if she's ever performing near you. She mainly sings rock / blues type of music. She also sang the song my wife and I danced to at our wedding.
Recognize this country? It is ours! This is something called a cartogram, and it's very interesting. The sizes of things are not actual land sizes but instead are drawn proportionately to statistics about the things. You can read more here.
And finally, here's us not more than a couple hundred feet away from our President-Elect when he was campaigning in Philadelphia. Obama!
Sorry, Mets fans. Yes, I'm across the Phila. bandwagon these days. Even the Sixers.
Lisa and I saw Joan Osborne perform at the World Cafe Live in Philadelphia. You remember Joan Osborne, don't you? Well, her voice is sexy and incredible live. She's one of those rare performers who are actually better live than on album. I would highly recommend seeing her if she's ever performing near you. She mainly sings rock / blues type of music. She also sang the song my wife and I danced to at our wedding.
Recognize this country? It is ours! This is something called a cartogram, and it's very interesting. The sizes of things are not actual land sizes but instead are drawn proportionately to statistics about the things. You can read more here.
And finally, here's us not more than a couple hundred feet away from our President-Elect when he was campaigning in Philadelphia. Obama!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
November 4, 2008 - a series of moments
Glued to the TV from the couch with my wife, my best friend, by my side, both of us filled with nervous energy, ready to be uncorked like lightning before a storm.
The reflection of what this night truly was, for us: the months of waiting for the culmination for us of our hope, our donations, our trip to Philadelphia to call homes to get out and vote, both of us believing in Barack Obama's message, his vision which for once to me seemed more than a politician's rhetoric, the hope that this truly was, as I believed, the leader I've been waiting my whole life for.
Lisa and I watching the faces and listening to the voices that have been our guides for this election on MSNBC background for the past few months: Chris Matthews, Rachel Maddow, Keith Olbermann, etc... (who have seemed admittedly biased in these past few months - but only because I think they're all intelligent and couldn't hold back their honest feelings anymore).
Our optimism tempered by MSNBC's early declarations that "so far, this is unfolding like 2000... Obama hasn't turned any red states yet...", not recognizing it for the building-the-suspense, stay-tuned ruse that it was.
The early eruptions, like twin claps of thunder, of Pennsylvania... followed later by Ohio... and a sense of the inevitable unfolding... the commentators admitting that the path for McCain winning was dwindling quickly.
The realization of what would happen at 11:00 Eastern, when the West Coast states' polls closed.
The return from commercial. The historic announcement at 11:00. The talking heads being quiet for several minutes and letting the images flood into our TV, the gravity of what has transpired just starting to pour onto on all of us, saturate us, fill us, watching ecstasy and jubilation in various places across our country, places chosen by MSNBC to illustrate the variety of places shown.
The overwhelming scene from Chicago. The unbelievably moving sight of Jesse Jackson unable to control his emotions throughout the evening. The culmination of the legacy of Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., and everybody in between who fought on the side of fairness, equality, and justice.
And finally, after an hour of this surreal feeling, Barack speaking and giving the most miraculous speech I've heard in my lifetime. Barack summarizing what has happened, and delivering the promise I've been waiting to hear, recognition of the task at hand with optimism that we truly will do it together. Barack saying things that I cannot hope to adequately capture with description, with adjectives, with any sense of eloquence.
Finally, for me, a sense of true *promise* and not just a promise... the sense of history being created in every sense of the word, the chance that everything about our country and our world may be different in a few short years.
I'll remember these snapshots, these moments of my life, forever. I feel baptized, renewed.
The reflection of what this night truly was, for us: the months of waiting for the culmination for us of our hope, our donations, our trip to Philadelphia to call homes to get out and vote, both of us believing in Barack Obama's message, his vision which for once to me seemed more than a politician's rhetoric, the hope that this truly was, as I believed, the leader I've been waiting my whole life for.
Lisa and I watching the faces and listening to the voices that have been our guides for this election on MSNBC background for the past few months: Chris Matthews, Rachel Maddow, Keith Olbermann, etc... (who have seemed admittedly biased in these past few months - but only because I think they're all intelligent and couldn't hold back their honest feelings anymore).
Our optimism tempered by MSNBC's early declarations that "so far, this is unfolding like 2000... Obama hasn't turned any red states yet...", not recognizing it for the building-the-suspense, stay-tuned ruse that it was.
The early eruptions, like twin claps of thunder, of Pennsylvania... followed later by Ohio... and a sense of the inevitable unfolding... the commentators admitting that the path for McCain winning was dwindling quickly.
The realization of what would happen at 11:00 Eastern, when the West Coast states' polls closed.
The return from commercial. The historic announcement at 11:00. The talking heads being quiet for several minutes and letting the images flood into our TV, the gravity of what has transpired just starting to pour onto on all of us, saturate us, fill us, watching ecstasy and jubilation in various places across our country, places chosen by MSNBC to illustrate the variety of places shown.
The overwhelming scene from Chicago. The unbelievably moving sight of Jesse Jackson unable to control his emotions throughout the evening. The culmination of the legacy of Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr., and everybody in between who fought on the side of fairness, equality, and justice.
And finally, after an hour of this surreal feeling, Barack speaking and giving the most miraculous speech I've heard in my lifetime. Barack summarizing what has happened, and delivering the promise I've been waiting to hear, recognition of the task at hand with optimism that we truly will do it together. Barack saying things that I cannot hope to adequately capture with description, with adjectives, with any sense of eloquence.
Finally, for me, a sense of true *promise* and not just a promise... the sense of history being created in every sense of the word, the chance that everything about our country and our world may be different in a few short years.
I'll remember these snapshots, these moments of my life, forever. I feel baptized, renewed.
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