Have you been digging the shit out of Hamster on a Piano? You don't have to answer. I know you have been. That's one badass hamster with his very own theme song.
You want to see another video that's pretty cool, but not cool in the same way? You don't have to answer. I know you do.
Pretty cool, huh? I guess Philly fans aren't that bad after all. They didn't throw a single battery at that kid.
Doods, I finally signed up for Facebook! Awesome! I've already super-poked your mom.
If you get sick and tired of these long-winded blog posts, you can catch the abbreviated version of me on Twitter. That's right. I've signed up for Twitter. All the kids are calling it "micro-blogging." I call it "stalking Jon Hodgman." Find me at twitter.com/jdford. Sign up and we can follow each other. It's more fun with friends.
Have you heard that song "Paper Planes" by M.I.A.? It's fucking terrible. I'm pretty sure it's the worst song ever written. Sweet Christ, it's bad.
I'm a paranoid dude. For example, I received a large, white envelope in the mail on Friday. The only marking on the envelope was my address and a return address without a name. I immediately assumed that it was some sort of bomb or other harmful device so I took it outside and found a place where the least amount of harm would be done. Turns out it was just my quarterly McSweeney's delivery.
Who's that adorable little girl?
I went Christmas shopping with my wife on Sunday. There were some seriously big sales happening. Thanks, recession.
The Irish are going to the Hawaii Bowl. They will be playing, wait for it... Hawaii. I'm not sure they can win.
Ray Lewis is one badass mofo.
It's hard NOT to get excited about the 7-13 Indiana Pacers right now. I mean, they've got dynamic players like Jeff Foster. Wow. Just, wow.
Why are parents so lazy? Seriously. They need to grow the fuck up. I was reading this article and was incensed by this paragraph:
"Now the app has been pulled from the App Store by Majewski after a new fiasco -- last Friday's episode of Santa Live 2008 featured the ever-popular holiday song "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" (click opens iTunes). Apparently some parents became irate, concerned that they were going to have to explain (emphasis added) to their little ones why grandma was killed by renegade horned ungulants."
God forbid that parents have to explain things to their child. You know, it would suck if they actually had to DO THEIR JOB and education their children about the realities of the world. This is a ridiculous example, of course, but the logic carries for things like video games, TV and movies.
Prop 8 - The Musical - definitely worth a watch.
I'm a paranoid dude, part II. When I fill out forms to be submitted to the government or other such organization, I fill out the entire document EXCEPT for the signature line so that when I make a copy of the document my signature isn't stored in the memory of the copy machine.
My office holiday party is tonight. Free drinks, free food, loud music = coworkers doing things they'll regret (and I'll laugh at) later.
Have a good weekend. The next time you read this I may have a dog.