Gosh It's Cold

Late December has brought the cold. Not arctic snow drift or anything crazy like that [I won't be going outside with a cup of hot water to throw into the air and watch it turn into snow] but it's still brisk enough to make one grab some woolen undies and a warm shirt.

Still, I'm going to enjoy it while I can because in a month or so the typical Florida weather will return and we'll all be sweating our smalls off as we huddle around the air con.

Katy Perry Is The Hypnotoad

Just sayin', ya know. "Buy my records ... put the kettle on, Russ."

Don't Call Me Pops

Well the other day I was sipping some delicious coffee and wasting some time on the internet. Caleb was asleep upstairs, and all was well with the world. The doorbell rang. "Jiminy Cricket, I bet that's the Federal Express!" I said to myself.

I dashed for the door only to discover some crazy, wild-eyed woman waiting for me. She was a door to door salesperson who assured me she wasn't selling anything but who proceeded anyway to try and sell me something. She mentioned the look on my face was unimpressed which was very astute of her because I was being that transparent. Then she called me Pops. Pops?! I'm not old enough or poppy enough to be a Pops. I cut her off mid stride after she tried to high five me. I explained I wasn't interested in the magical stain remover she was peddling and wished her a good afternoon.

The Rockefeller Christmas Tree

Me and the missus were watching the History Channel this evening and it was quite informative. How so? Well, you know the giant Christmas tree that is erected next to the skating rink at the Rockefeller Center in New York? Yes, that one. Well, in order to erect a jumbo-sized tree for the holidays their head of gardening hops in a helicopter and scours the land for something suitable. When he finds a potential candidate he marks the location on a map and then visits the owner of said suitable tree. Then he asks the owners if the Rockefeller Center could have it. And they pay the owners ... nothing. Which is odd because there is great expense driving a 90 foot tall tree from the sticks to NYC so I imagine the Rock ain't stretched for a dime or two. Bizarre!

I know what I would say if some dude showed up on the doorstep wanting my mega tree and was offering nothing for it. That's right -- I'd be asking for some tickets to SNL, baby! Actually I'd probably tell him to fuck off. Nicely, of course.

Red Letter Media's Baby's Day out review

Mr. Plinkett's review of Episode III is coming soon. Before then, here's a review of ... Baby's Day Out. I barely recall this movie when it first came out, and I don't believe I ever saw it. Or ever will.

Red Letter Media's Baby's Day out review

So Long, Voyager

One of the Voyagers is on it's way out of the solar system. It's only been burning tracks since the 1970s, or before I was born to be precise. Hopefully it won't fall into a black hole and be retrieved by an alien civilisation because that would suck.

Anyway, it's about to enter the heliopause which is an area of space where the solar wind from the sun runs out of puff and meets the winds that make up the interstellar medium. I hope they remember to take pictures.

Christian Science Monitor.

North Korea Is On Facebook!

Wonderfully blue map created by Facebook shows the world as defined by Facebook friendships. You see some great detail and some barren areas where Facebook ain't so hip. Like, the ocean ... the deserts ... and China. What I do find amusing is the couple of strands from North Korea heading Chinaway. I'm assuming it's from one of Kim Jong-il's holiday homes. Maybe he's a FarmVille fan or something.