The Perfect Father’s Day Gift

Time to get your grill on (Yes, I said it)!  It’s the Weber Utility Shirt.  Pockets!  Stain-resistant!  Mesh armpits!  What more could a man want?

Frankenstein’s Skull

Tired of politics and work and everything else that reminds you of having to be a responsible, contributing, member of society?  Waste some time checking out Frankenstein’s skull, among other things, over at Sideshow World.  It’s Friday – you owe it to yourself.

Stephen Hawking in Lego

A Flickr photostream of some fine Lego creations, including the following:

I would buy this if it were available in the toy aisle at Target.

The Andy Rooney Game

From comedian Joe Mande comes The Andy Rooney Game.

Check out this fun new game I invented! Here’s how you play: Using Final Cut Pro, take out everything but the first sentence and the last sentence from Andy Rooney’s latest segment on 60 Minutes. Then you put that on youtube. That’s it! Check it out:

via Cynical-C

You have failed me for the last time….

“Growing Up Star Wars 1977-1985″ is a Flickr photo pool with submissions from folks who grew in this magical time showcasing the wonder that was Star Wars merchandise and the joy this brought to countless children.

I got my first Star Wars action figure in my Easter basket one year. Most of my friends already had plenty of the gear and I was late to the game, but I remember finding the package that spring morning and how excited I was.

Ben Kenobi! I cradled the figure in my hands as I ran a block and a half up the street to show my friend Derick who owned just about every Star Wars toy available.

I think about it now and I am awed by and embarrassed of and jealous of
how easily overjoyed I could be by a $2 piece of plastic that looked like that creepy old guy who dies at the end of the movie that we all just couldn’t get enough of. Yich….

via Cynical-C

Are you a good person?

Take the test and find out. My guess is you’ll be going to Hell. See you there, and I’ll bring the gin. Go ahead and try not ending up in Hell when you take this little test. Bwaaahaaaahaaaahaaaahaaaaa!

via Pharyngula

Wii Fit Fun?

So, on Monday night we ordered a Wii/Wii Fit bundle from Target. It arrived yesterday and I played around with the thing for waaaay too long last night.

My first observation would be that you must must must wait until the children are in bed before breaking out the Wii. As enthusiastic as they are to play, a two year old and a four year old simply don’t yet have the mad gaming skilz required for simulated bowling, nor the patience to learn. They are able to pitch fairly easily in the baseball game as there is no button pushing required – but they get shelled – home run after home run – and they want to actually take turns – like after every pitch. This means I you spend more time moving the remote from wrist to wrist then actually playing games.

First thing I did was create Miis for everyone in the family. I did a pretty good job – Mine is bald with big, thick glasses, Marcy’s has red pigtails, chunky glasses and a half-bemused smirk. Once I finished with this, I moved on to setting up a profile for myself in the Wii Fit software. This is where the humiliation begins.

I enter my height and age and the balance-board thingy weighs me and am presented with my BMI. It’s not pretty, but then I knew it wouldn’t be. The real kick in the chops, however, is that the Wii then proceeded to take my Mii avatar, the one I created to look like me, and made it fatter! Asshole! And the Mii even got kind of slump-shouldered and depressed looking. It then went on to berate me as a couch potato and make fun of me after I performed various exercises.

Here’s the really perverse part about it. I enjoyed myself. This machine tells me to do stuff, I only manage to do the stuff it tells me to do half-assed, and then it makes fun of me and ridicules the way I did it. I’m grinning like a half-wit and laughing to myself and then hitting the continue button to play some more and suck at something else. This went on for hours.

Maybe this will help me get in shape, and maybe not, but can this really be good for my self-esteem?

I’m guessing my psyche can take the abuse.

Out of the Mouths of Babes…

“I don’t want Charlie’s prostitute-tranny-infested sperm. I have two beautiful kids. We’ll leave it at that. I am so over him. He’s the one who can’t move on. He’s disgusting and he’s hit an all-time low.”

-Denise Richards commenting on the rumor that she sent an email to ex’s, Charlie Sheen’s, fiancee Brooke Mueller asking for Charlie’s sperm so she could have another kid.

“There are times when I wonder if writing about topless hot chicks and Britney Spears all day is even worth it anymore. Then there comes a story like this.”

-Blogger “Todd” at I Don’t Like You In That Way commenting on the Richard’s/Sheen story.

Back to Work!

Just back to work after the long, Memorial Day weekend. Up at the cabin from Friday to Monday. Built a fire pit. Hours of work to move what amounted to 11 very heavy rocks. Cut and split some firewood and Marcy finished painting the kitchen and living room/entry way. Several weeks before we will be able to go up again.