Um.

In the "What? Why?!!" department:

In case you're not sure what you're looking at, yes, it is a taxidermied pig fitted up with a seat and handlebars from a Harley Davidson. A true "hog," if you will. Spotted in the parking lot near where I buy my groceries.

I just don't even know what else to say.

Napolean Dynamite, eat your heart out

If this doesn't make you smile, you're either way too old or way too young to get it.



SEVEN!

Via Miscellaneous, etc.

Seriously?

Some dingbat at my company just forwarded that age-old hoax-spam, the one promising that Bill Gates will give you a lot of money if you just pass it on, to the entire global address book.

That really takes a special kind of stupid.

Not sure this is kosher, but I have to share.

I'm taking a quick break from Nano to answer a survey for an undisclosed research firm. One of the questions is (paraphrasing) why do you feed dog food to your dog?

Er. To... feed him? So that he doesn't keel over from starvation and die?

I don't think that's one of the options.

Back to the survey. And then back to Nano.

Various & sundry

Some links and items of interest:

FOX has yanked the licensing for the Buffy Sing-along. If you were hoping to catch a viewing of that in your neighborhood someday, you can sign the petition here.

James Marsters is still pretty adorable.

Chrome-jobs have feelings too, apparently: We Were Centurions

...that's all.

A wee bit of awesome.

"Dr. McCoy commented that he was a doctor, and not of some other profession unrelated to medicine."

No, Lindsay! Put down the push-up bra! And stay away from those Hiltons!

Speaking of dreams, last night I had one that prominently featured a very young, cute and still apparently innocent Lindsay Lohan. In the dream, I was her aunt and/or some kind of mentor, and I was extremely concerned about her future as I kept following her around trying to prevent her from evolving into a stank ho. I think the funniest part was that I kept pointing to Christina Aguilera as a role model for her, explaining that, sure, she had her stanky phase, but look how cute and happy she is now that she's outgrown it! It was all to no avail, as sweet little Lindsay transformed into a foul-mouthed party girl right before my eyes.

Oh...kay? I really had no idea that I had any kind of emotional investment whatsoever in the state of Lindsay Lohan (or Xtina, for that matter), let alone enough so for it to creep up on me in my dreams. I mean, what the what the? My subconscious is a fearful place, y'all.

Anybody want to analyze my dream in the comments?

Speaking of supernatural...

Now it's officially a theme.

This morning I stumbled upon this ghost pic thread at Rotten Tomatoes and spent a ridiculous amount of time there ensuring that I will never, ever fall asleep without the lights on again. Yeeeeeee!

I've had more than a few episodes throughout my lifetime that are reminiscent of some of the occurrences relayed in this thread. Most of them, while freaking me right the hell out in the beginning, have since been explained away as night terrors and sleep paralysis (a sleep mask, St. John's Wort and a squirt of Afrin at bedtime to control my apnea symptoms seems to keep them at bay); but there have been other experiences during waking hours that are just too spooky and upsetting to contemplate.

Have I mentioned that I still have nightmares about frigging Samara and her stupid frigging well? Now I'm afraid she'll be in good company. If you're like me and stuff like this creeps you out on a level that's lasting and just plain not fun, then you might want to skip that thread. I kinda wish I did.

So why can't I stop hitting refresh?

I don't know what this is; only that it's strange and faintly creepy, and has the potential to suck up a lot of your time.