Certainly, the most bizarre thing I’ve seen all day. Scroll down and watch the blatant and sexist advertising. I’m not very familiar with Fawlty Towers, I’ll admit, but if that is meant to be satire, I am left only confused. I did laugh; however, I do not know why.

Giant congratulations to Czeltic Girl, who made Milwaukee magazine’s feature on blogstars in the Brew City.

Orneryboy sums up my feelings toward most jobs I’ve held.

Gotta admire the follow-through. This is incredible, no matter what your geek level.

Do not get fooled, like I got fooled. In 2004, a forwarded email from an unknown person regarding “hairless teens” is *not* about a leukemia benefit, like I was so gullible to believe. Just trust me.

On the bright side, I have a new favorite website.

As MMORPGs go, City of Heroes is quite the accomplishment, drawing even players like me who said they would never play such a game. However, it now may be on the verge of yet another conquest: capturing the growing Sims market with the release of their latest expansion, Hero Dance Party.

I had logged on to soothe my crime-stopping Jones with one of my newly created avatars, the Darkstar Deputy Vinsand’r. (Some comic book aficianados among you will find that name vaguely familiar. He is the cousin of both Koriand’r and Komand’r, better known as Starfire and Blackfire in the DC Comics Universe. The Darkstars group is also borrowed from DC.)

As I prevented muggings and earned the thanks of the citizenry, occasionally conversing with the local heroes, the new update arrived. Vinsand’r stood motionless as new information came to light. Immediately, I was intrigued by a new emotive option: “boombox.” Without hesitation, I dropped some phat beats at the tram station, and like lemmings to the sea, heroes were drawn to the power of techno marvel from my woofers.

When the rave came to its close, I contemplated if it was simply the urban area that had brought out such house-lovin’ heroes, so I moved the party uptown in front of the snooty Ms. Liberty. Even she couldn’t stop the funk. While she stood helplessly by, houses were robbed, aliens invaded willy-nilly, villains went unthwarted.

Armed with this knowledge and refusing to allow this new wonderdrug to stain our streets, I pondered the use of this new arsenal. After all, would crime be so rampant on the streets of Paragon City if the criminals and heroes embraced their common love of jungle beats, poppin’ and lockin’ and the masterful flair?

My first test subjects were members of the Skulls street gang. Despite their voodoo heritage and their commonplace loitering at local clubs, they seemed disinterested. This may have been due to their being in the middle of a mugging, I later concluded.

I thought to myself, “Of the super gangs in the city, which would most likely be slave to the rhythm?” So my next experiment was with the automaton Clockwork. They, too, were somehow able to ignore the power of happy hardcore which currently has the heroes of Paragon City in a death grip. But while I was attempting to coerce them, I was challenged by another hero to a dance-off a la Breakin’ 2. Well, I am not one to back down from a challenge. Still, her righteous moves were not to be reckoned with, and despite my superior beats, I was forced to concede to being “served.” We cannot all be Turbo.

I was disheartened but I thought maybe my lackluster performance could be attributed to fatigue. I had danced in several parties that night already, and very nearly stopped a crime. Perhaps, it was time to hit the sack. So I stopped at a local eatery, logged off, and brought on a different character to let the mighty Vinsand’r rest up for his next challenge.

As I returned, refreshed as OmegaPrime, I was immediately accosted by the latest supervillainous threat, the Soul Train. Try as I might, I could not avoid them, and was eventually dubbed a foo’. The streets of Paragon City grow more dangerous daily, gentle reader. Do not venture there without your parachute pants and your cardboard.

I have another post to put up when I get home that closely resembles this piece of awesome.

IMDb is more than a source of information for the film industry and the world at large. They’re also satirists of the highest degree (the last item in the bio).

I’m moving all my reality-binding, consumer-clone objects, of which I have no real need but to which I cling as though my entire existence were based on my owning them, to a new residence for which I pay too much based entirely on the somehow expensive privelege of living in the crowded conditions near a polluted lake and trendy, overpriced coffee houses and clothiers.

It is a nice apartment, though.

In the meanwhile, I may not write much. I suggest you read Impro* and I suggest you borrow it from the library. Not that Mr. Johnstone (if he still lives) does not deserve your money, but I’m in a mood which eschews ownership of material goods as evil. Sinners.

* Although this is a book about teaching acting students, the subject becomes more a discussion of how the mind can more easily be set free in general and how as people we are often instructed to ignore our instincts. Quite the eye-opening read and easily devoured by any of you voracious readers out there.

An IM with Alfalfa Martini reveals what little boys are made of.

AM: so, should i see spiderman?
SB: Yup.
AM: are you sure?
SB: Yup.
AM: ’cause I don’t want to go and see some half-assed attempt at a movie
SB: Are you baiting me?
AM: uhhh…..no comment.
AM: you caught me as i was about to leave for food. I had to come back because I forgot to put a bra on
SB: You can’t get food without a bra? Is that a new currency? I think you’d get more food if you didn’t wear a bra, actually.
SB: Hippie.
AM: well, I wouldn’t feel decent without it. and what if I had to run after or away from someone? I don’t want them flopping around….
SB: Be Prepared, says the Boy Scout in you.
AM: yes. always my motto. I would have liked to be a boy scout, but they didn’t take girls
SB: sexism.
AM: sure, there’s girl scouts. But making pine cone centerpieces and selling thin mints does not compare to camping in the grand canyon and earning patches for setting things on fire