silly me and my very, very basic cable

I don't actually have MTV, but for those of us who do (*cough* *cough* kat), OK Go will recreate their "here it goes again" video LIVE at tonight's video music awards. so kat, let us know how it goes, 'kay?

okay, kids.

I still think it's a load of crap. I mean, david letterman?!? in what universe do we look ANYTHING alike?? also, who the heck is this fabio dude? and serena williams scares me. like, really scares me. like, if I woke up in the middle of the night to find her looming over me with her ginormous muscles and her awful self-designed fashion sense, I would scream, like, a lot.

Find your celebrity look-alike

The site is kind of slow and weird to navigate... and I have serious doubts about the quality of their face-matching algorithm (cf above, where I am mainly matched up to chicks and Clay Aiken, with nary a Tim Curry to be found in all the land), but still a fun idea.

comedians take on chemistry sets, rodeo clowns, and genocide

this quick essay is neither particularly relevant nor earth-shattering, but I just ran across it in the mcsweeney's archives and am quite amused.

OOOOOOOOOOOH.

who needs books on tape/CD when you can have snakes on a pl--I mean, FREE books on your ipod?

erica, wondering when the snake madness will stop

Question and comment

Man, that sucks about Pluto. Poor Pluto.

In the meantime, who wants to enlighten me: why does my mozilla browser not update our blog (as in, it hasn't showed a new post for about 5 days) but internet explorer does?
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Question and comment

Man, that sucks about Pluto. Poor Pluto.

In the meantime, who wants to enlighten me: why does my mozilla browser not update our blog (as in, it hasn't showed a new post for about 5 days) but internet explorer does?
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*GASP!*

but... but... what about the children????!!!!!ONEDAMMIT

Everything's better with bacon! And... Tang?

I think for our next baking adventure we should make these:

http://www.kraftfoods.com/recipes/BreakfastBrunch/SandwichesBreakfastBars/BaconSnackBars.html

They sound kinda gross, but you never know... they could turn out to be fantastic.

relive the glory...

...with a minute-by-minute recap of Snakes on a Plane. Just like being there in the theater again. Only without, you know, live snakes.

dani's beloved in his awkward phase

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA


- ericat13, who plans to destroy each and every copy of her elementary and high school yearbooks should she one day become famous

PS--more bad celebrity photos are available here.

My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine....uhh....uhh....

Make sure to listen to this hilarious article! Makes you wonder why Karen every would have dropped out of her program!
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awe. some.

I'll be watching this over and over until I download the song to my ipod. my favorite part is where the snakes are in the luggage.

I'm Shylock, who are you?

Check out this neat Shakespeare character quiz! Did you know I'm more evil than 99% of people who took the quiz? Freaky!

Harry Potter continued

Okay, cf my second comment on the last post, I decided to do a bit of research and happened upon this. What do you think?

Matt--can you puhhllease read the books so you can get in on the conversation?
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Harry Potter, dead or alive...

Okay friends, here's what the guy who wrote that song Matt hates, who reads the audio version of the HP books, has to say about Harry's fate,
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...to say nothing about use of a knife and fork!

Eating at the wheel doubles crash chance. You crazy kids are lucky you made it to Sandusky alive.

Matt, your dream woman needs some biology lessons.

Spears says 2nd pregnancy "just happened."

(And Britney, melted chocolate qualifies as a liquid, so you'd better keep that off your plane. Love and kisses--the TSA.)

awwwwwwww.

coffee + cream = art (but can't be taken on planes)

if you think the first few are cool, wait until they break out the chocolate syrup. it's -- dare I say -- extreme, but closer to "moderately risky" extreme than extremely extreme.

Riding the Rapids

Day Three: Supplies still high. Textiles and dry goods plentiful--meringues abound. Cotton candy still 25 cents.

Amused ourselves with a new game, the celebrity chain game, in which we linked various celebrities to one another via their movies. Our biggest accomplishment to date: linking Gene Hackman to Dakota Fanning. Arachnaphobia was involved in the process. Matt was so thrilled he danced his way out of Cedar Point. Dani discovered that absolutely everyone could be connected via the film Broken Flowers, which wasn't even any good (though Kat disagrees). After that, the others put a moratorium on all ensemble films, which was unfortunate, as Ocean's 11/12, Magnolia, and Love Actually had also come in handy.

While Kat has now faced her denial concerning the deaths of Ronald Reagan and Richard Nixon, Dani took a turn for the worse in Botticelli (and provided much amusement to all) when she did not know that the Osmonds were Mormon and also managed to think that John Lennon was someone named Michael McCartney.

We experienced some bad karma on the Dragster (aforementioned roller coaster). Kat, Matt, and Dani waited on line for an hour and a half, Matt spent $4.50 on a bottle of Pepsi, we bonded with a friendly body builder, and then they closed the ride down. But our desire for eXtreme thrills was satisfied first with Ripcord, pictured below, and then with our final ride, Millenium Force, where we waited on line for 1.25 hours with a DJ playing awesome music. We danced the night away with all the other crazy folks willing to take a 310 foot drop on a roller coaster!

Re: Ripcord. Matt, Kat, and Dani decided it would be a good idea to take a 156 foot drop to earth (though we cannot confirm whether it was from the peak of the parabola to the stand or to the ground) via Dani pulling a ripcord, which we discovered she was rather inept at doing. Erica (cf previous post), who does not like vertical drops, served as photographer for the occasion. Observe our descent to earth:


Tomorrow we ride the rapids to reach our final destinations. We remain concerned about the looming airport crisis concerning liquids and gels. We are pleased to announce, however, that snakes must be in the clear for flight.



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PS. To those of who might have checked this blog during our trip, feel free to continue to do so, and you are always welcome to send comments. However, please don't spread the word. We enjoy the irony of having our own private corner in the most public of human domains.

News Update

Further debate rages, spawned on by Kat, on the definition of gel and liquid for aircraft travel. Please ruminate upon the following items:

1. Dry ice
2. Snakes
3. Lactating mothers
4. Gummy bears
5. Someone who has to pee
6. Yogurt
7. Pico de gallo
8. The liquid crystal display on some laptops
9. Glass, which, yes, is a liquid (cf: any house older than 300 years old where the windows were never replaced and the glass has started to sink to the bottom)
10. Lychees

And while we're at it: C,F, or M--liquid, cream, or gel?

Day Two at Cedar Point

2 rounds of mini-golf (in which Dani lived up to her reputation and finished dead last the first time but proceeded to disappoint all involved parties by finishing second in the next),
countless battles of DDR,
2 tracks of Go-Karts (where the two pioneers with names rhyming with bat dueled it out for victory),
1 go at bumper boats (where Dani proved to be water fiend),
and perhaps 7 roller coaster rides (including 2 rounds on Magnum) later, we have this to report:

Erica's cholera worsens. She found herself unable to ride one giant roller coaster, but fear not!--she did ride all the others that were gianter.

Matt has laryngitis from screaming on many rides. He also caught 1038 pounds of meat, but turns out we could only fit 100 on the wagon. Pity.

Kat beat out everyone, including several middle-aged men, at Go-Karts. She served as our native guide to the Ohioan (a new word for Dani) terrain as we scoped the wilderness of Cedar Point. She has been christened Pattering Screaming Cat.

We rekindled our skill at Botticelli (Erica stumped all with Theodore Geisel and Dani got everyone on Gerhard Schroeder who may or may not be over 40, according to her; Matt does not seem to know whether Charlton Heston is still alive, and Kat had what must have been a momentary brain blip when she assumed that both Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan had yet to kich the bucket). We also explored the realms of Chuck, Fuck, or Marry. We showed our expertise at the latter by entering into the world of the abstract: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Mary-Kate and Ashley/Jessica and Ashlee/Britney and Jamie Lynn, Betty T., Brodhead, and Levin particularly peaked our interest.

Tomorrow we take on the roller coaster that goes straight up in the air and then straight back down (see photo to your right). Ah, aren't we eXtreme!

Fondly,
Your friendly midwestern voyagers

Day One on the Oregon Trail in Ohio!

Supplies low.
Ritz crackers almost gone.
Erica has cholera.
Cannot decide whether to ford river or take ferry.
Matt went hunting yesterday but only came back with a squirrel.
Kat traded liquids and gels for an axle--unclear what kind (for Wheel or Rose).
Aside: Debate about whether Ez-cheez is a liquid or a gel. Suspect it is a cream. Unclear whether cream is a liquid or gel or fits into the platonic ideal of the cream. If cream, then allowed on airplanes. If liquid or gel, then not. If not, then unfortunate as this means that Boston cream donuts are also not allowed on planes, which makes Matt very sad. Also curious about whether Cool Whip qualifies as a liquid or solid as it begins as a frozen solid yet segues into a liquid. The same problem holds for ice, which is much more natural, much less fun, and certainly less delicious.
Danielle may have until we pull out disc A and insert disc B for something interesting to happen to her.

Over and out.

I haven't even *gotten* to the weird al version yet.

if you can stand hearing this insipid song twice in a row, here are a couple of chuckle-worthy parodies:



"beautiful"



"my cubicle"

(apologies if this post is all wonky. I'm trying to "embed" the "html" "code" and I don't really know what I'm doing.)

freakin' sweet.

once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, a theatre company attempted to condense thirteen hours of sci-fi awesomeness into a twenty-minute play.

they are my new heroes.

- erica, wondering how these performers can top themselves. _lord of the rings_, maybe?

some humor for you music nerds.

A "C", an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry,
but we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G
have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks,the fifth is
diminished and the G is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment
the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A "D" comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom
saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an A comes into the
bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not
a minor.
Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar
and exclaims, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this
bar tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next
night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who
used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized says,
"You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major
development." This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the
suit, and everything else, and stands there au natural.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's
under a rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of
contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10
years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility. On
appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even
accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor
so patrons, with the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has
become alto much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.

stop me if you've heard this one.

I had a brainstorm for an awesome website last night, and a glance at the first few google results doesn't reveal anything *quite* like it, so I'm not sure it's been done but let me know if it has:

let's say you're planning a road trip (CEDARPOINT!!!!11W00TBBQOWL), and you're not sure yet when you want to stop but you know that you want to visit a certain type of attraction (e.g., a waffle house, barnes & noble or megachurch) along the way. with this website, you would plug in the endpoints of your trip, select or type in the places you want to visit, and the website would either return a route which includes one of each place (say, the closest waffle house, piggly-wiggly, etc.) or show you a direct route and plot ALL of the places you picked. either way, you would then print out the results and bring them on the trip.

then, continuing the example, once you were in the middle of pennsylvania and craving an ice cream break, you would just look at your map and say, "hey! there's a dairy queen just 3 miles from the next exit" (i.e., just far enough from the highway to not be included in the road signs). think of it as a printable version of a car GPS system (and also one which does not require purchasing and/or installing an expensive piece of equipment in your car).

so...assuming this idea makes ANY sense, do we know if this has already been done? if not, this could be an excellent way to establish our brand before publishing our "Amusement Parks of the US" travel guide/memoir. what does everyone else think?

JK Rowling is a cruel mistress.

more Harry news.

Also, Icky Helena Bonham Carter got a Q&A in the back of my most recent little Time Magazine or whatever it's called. She sounds like a totally bizarre person. Probably why she's been Tim Burton's consort lo these many years.

edited to add: OK Go on the treadmills