A clutch of young boys just ran up to my door and knocked with alarming intensity.  "Sir, we need items!"  "Excuse me?"  "We're on a scavenger hunt and we need items, do you have some??"  "Um, guys, 'items' means 'things'.  I got things in here, but you need to be more precise."  I got some blank stares, but they were rescued by the supervising adult, who gave me a list of items, so i went to the kitchen and got an apple for them.

"In Obama's America there will be no pants!"

Found typed on the edge of page 5 of the liner notes to the used copy of Duke Ellington Meets Coleman Hawkins that i just picked up at Rasputin:

   12/21/95  thurs morn.//T0wer,N0rth Beach
on way to work//Di's mom arrived last night

Cap'n Cockpunch

A brownie point to who can first tell me what's wrong with this blurb on the side of the SoBe Agave Lemonade Life Water i recently bought:

Herbal Content:
Taurine and Yerba Mate

The New Yorker published an excellent article by Nick Paumgarten about elevators, which is part informative facts about elevators, and part retelling of the story of Nicholas White, who spent nearly 41 hours trapped in an elevator in 1999.  The video linked therein is probably not advisable for claustrophobics.

Old McDonald had a farm
and Eieio was its name-o
E, I, E, I, O,
E, I, E, I, O,
E, I, E, I, O,
and Eieio was its name-o

Someone sent me a SCIENCE: It works, bitches T-shirt.  I am quite grateful, but i have no suspects.

I suppose that i'm glad that i'm not the only one who experiences this.  It happened a lot more often when i was a kid.  Nowadays, when it does happen, it seems to happen before and not after.

<venividi> there's a sign up between platforms 9 and 10 at charing cross: please do not run into the wall

Dear England-based friends: please get a picture of this sign and share it.  Thanks.  Never mind.

... Potterzebie.

Thanks to marc_andreessen, i am now familiar with John Perry's theory of structured procrastination.

About 4 p.m. Wednesday, a caller told police dispatchers, "You are not going to believe this: There is a semi truck pushing a guy in a wheelchair on Red Arrow Highway," state police said in a release.

Without passion, man
is a mere possibility.

-> *lifeinbeta* i think he's getting in touch with his inner homo and she's getting in touch with her inner fag hag.

On one side of the street, a health food store.  Across from it, a donut shop.

I considered temporarily altering my interests to a small and particular set, but someone else beat me to it.

Yellow magnetic "Support our troops" ribbons that have been on the car so long they turn into a white flag.

The sad story of Brad Rone.