Mr. Cool ICE

If you're going to invent a nickname for yourself, you really have to be committed, or else it just isn't going to happen.

Hosed

I woke up this morning to bare ground. So no, weather guy, we don't get French benefits.

I always suspected that there was something funny about wrestlers

This made me throw up just a little bit, inside my mouth when I read it.

At least there's chlorine in the swimming pool.

Snow Tonight

I didn't come to grad school in Boston so that I could live among the weak and ill-prepared. If that's what I wanted, I would have gone to Santa Barbara and gone shoeless. I need a place where the weather kills off the sick and weak, and only the strong survive. Needless to say, I've been mightily disappointed by the weather this year; not least because I root for Exxon-Mobil the way New Yorkers go for their Yankees.

I don't drive, and while I'd rather it be 1-3 feet, I welcome a decent 1-3 inch snowfall tonight. Here's to 55 inches in February, and a Nor'easter for my birthday!

If it weren't for the sign

I'd say the NYT just pulled out a stock photo from the 70s for this story.

Video of the Day

Tickle Me Elmo On Fire

Monday Morning Misogyny Moment

Linda Hirschman hits the hole a hundred years late! In this morning's Post, which I read, because I am a male.

I wonder what else it would work on....

I'm never going to get elected to PETA's governing board if I get caught doing this, but I read this, and immediately thought of this.....

I love memoirs

And this is the best one I've read in years. Then again, I'm a nasty, self-centered, schadenfreude-laden John Derbyshire acolyte.

Gisele's movin on

Poor Tom Brady. The end of the Pats-Colts game was glorious. I, of course was rooting for a comet to hit the RCA dome, but if someone had to win on a last-secod drive, I'm ok with it being Peyton. Tom Brady's interception to end the game made me all warm inside. His stats suck, and now he isn't clutch either. Go back to Meeechigan.

And I was hoping the Bears would get to drop 46 on the Pats again in the super bowl.

Wretched Food Product of the Day

Right Here

For the helluvit

I present the next 10 songs my iPod spits out.

Respect My playlist, dangit!

1.) Go to the Mirror! -- The Who
2.) You're on Fire -- Grand Buffet
3.) Summerhouse -- Better Than Ezra
4.) Take it Off -- The Donnas
5.) I'm Sensitive -- Jewel (Seriously)
6.) I Get a Kick Out of You -- Frank Sinatra
7.) Tremor Christ -- Pearl Jam
8.) Six String Music -- Jimmy Buffett
9.) Andvari -- Sigur Ros
10) I Don't Believe You -- Bob Dylan

I include this list because it's such a wonderful confluence of Blog Sins. It's the music I like, so validate me! It's no more interesting than what I had for lunch, and it's all about meeeeee!

Offhand

Read this yesterday. Now, I'm sure Charles Murray is in the lucky and accurate 25% of the 80% who say they're among the top 20% in intelligence. That said, it always sounds a little snotty and smug to me when smart people talk about how not everyone is. But then again he's right.

A little weird

A lotta creepy, and if there'd been 200 pages of them, I might never have left my desk....

PostSecret

My Family Blows

Greatest. Family. Game. Ever.

Catch-22

What do you do when a rodent makes a nest in the space between your oven and your stovetop, poops a bunch, and then, if the scent is any indication, dies? I think we may have to throw the oven away.

Once a quarter quota

That's about what I have here at the Pancake Chef. The Man here at CRP is holding me down extra hard. It's pretty depressing when classmates start to defend, and you can't even see it on the horizon. On the other hand, I'll be playing champong tonight to help celebrate. Woo.

I was inspired to post after I found out about my hero(eine) in cold, simmering anger, who is blogging too! Go see her here, since she's already got more important stuff to say than I've ever ever posted.