My latest addictive website (the first step is to admit you have a problem) is Friendster. A fine article at The Slate gives a better description of the site than I ever could, but the jist of it is six degrees of seperation on speed. So far I have 6 direct friends, 24143 people in my personal network, and I've spent at least 5 hours goose stepping around in it over the past few days - hours of my life which I will never get back. Ah, how would I ever meet new people without the internet. ...Leaving the house you say? Don't be silly.

An interesting story in RedEye today: Police said a German man fed up with burglars breaking into his home decided to leave the door unlocked and put up a sign reading, "Beer in fridge, please don't damage anything." The man said six bottles of beer had been stolen but nothing else was missing.

Why can't America be cool like that?

So last night Bernadette was commenting on how bent my glasses were, and how they seem to have stretched and widened, even though my head didn't seem that wide. "I don't even know how they stay on your head," she said. I looked and her and said, "Well, I do have ears." It was at this point that she spit the coffee she was sipping out all over the livingroom floor. Bravo reflexes, bravo! Needless to say, we both had a good chuckle.

Today at work Mary was telling about the episode of This American Life she was listening to this weekend on NPR, and one story in particular about two brothers who wanted to name their new pet dog. One brother wanted to name it Pasta, but the other brother wanted to name it Batman. They agrued about it for a while until the mom finally came in to mediate and just told them they were going to name the dog Pasta Batman, and that was the end of that. I personally would have named it Batman Pasta, but that's just me. Nonetheless, that dog is going to have one fucked up life.

Today Bernadette, Micah, Paul and I went to a Greek fest thing up north. The highlights include two 9 year old girls working there (everyone working had to wear nametags), who had name tags with Alexa and Alexandrea. I also had a good laugh when someone asked, "Where's Nick?" Ah, those Greek and the 4 names they all share (the others are George and something else). They had some very good food there, and after we left Micah went to the bathroom, came back from the bathroom, and asked, "Guess what I just saw?" The answer? My Big Fat Greek Poop. Of course.

Tonight at 8 sharp on the BBC, special reporter Chadwick Fogwacker delivers a startling exposé on international pop superstar Baby V, entitled 'Baby V: What the Fuck?!' Additional reporting by Kit Winger and field reporter Mos Greystone.

Today I had a very long and very humorous two-part blog on the Sherwin Williams paint company. Then, just as I was putting the finishing touches on it, Netscape closed itself and I lost everything. So I'm sorry to say you will not be reading anything funny today because it's 11:45 at night and I'm too tired to rewrite it all. If this is troubling to you, please, write your local congressman and demand better Netscape so that this doesn't happen anymore. You think you're disapointed? I put my heart and soul into that blog!