Pour one out for a real one. Hell of a mission, Ingenuity.

I was doing my every-few-years rewatching of The Royal Tenenbaums late last night and long story short a red Adidas track suit is being shipped to the house for Rick.

I don't know if anyone was following this whole Elmo thing on Twitter, but I think it's absolutely hilarious. That is one thing I love about the Tweeter: how one small, well meaning thing (or otherwise) can explode into a beehive of chaos. I'm not out there being crazy on Main so I'm not worried about becoming the Main Character, but it's just such an interesting phenomenon.

Power went out yesterday and, since it was daytime, I wasn’t sure if it was everyone’s house or just mine. I stumbled on an answer to that question I wouldn’t have thought of: check the wi-fi networks in range. Tumbleweeds.

We're getting a new set of computers at work which is always annoying to me because it takes a couple hours at least to customize a new one in a way that works for me. That's also why I take the IT team's advice of shutting them down and unplugging them each night so I don't kill the battery and have to start all over again.

Well, that's not how I wanted the conference championship weekend to go.

The Timberwolves have been losing way too many games to bad teams for my liking.

I'm not saying it's fancy, but it sounds like my sump pump pushes a very large amount of water away from the house.

For the first time since 1803, two particular broods of cicada will emerge at the same time. As the kids love cicadas, I'm hoping they don't bring any in the house.

Dosage instructions and the like being printed on the inside of the label that you have to peel off from the bottle to see is really annoying.