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My buddy Ben Acker just shared this video with me. I immediately recognized DJ Steve Porter as the dude who remixed my favorite YouTube video: The Slap Chop Remix. Check out Porter’s George Carlin remix. Pretty awesome:

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This is awesome. I love the diagrams.

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Yep, that’s about right. Add Tumblr and Google Reader and you’d have my Bermuda Pentagon.

Kevin over at The Uptown Almanac regularly blogs stuff that make me smile. Today was no exception. He references a thread on Reddit about how people would personify various cities. He calls out a personification of SF that he found lame, and one that made him happy. You should head over to his blog to read those. But the part that literally made me laugh out loud, was his own visual representation of SF. Brilliant.

Just… wow. Um, yeah.

Wow, companies are really embedding their product placements everywhere these days. And, unfortunately the brilliant soap writers haven’t really risen to the occasion. Watch as they clumsily wrote Cheerios into a scene of Days of Our Lives. Lame-O.

As a Leo, I’ve always been partial to lions. But I don’t think you need to necessarily love lions to think that this picture is totally cute. Awwww….

I saw this and initially went into cute overload. ZOMG. Four cute little fuzzy puppy/kitten/bunny/mouse thingies. How adorable!

Then I took a closer look. Oh yes. Look at the little kitty. Mmmhmmm. Even at a young age the kitty is in predator mode. You can just read its mind: “Yum. Who put this tasty little mouse treat right here next to me? And how do I gobble it without that idiot with the camera noticing?”

Cats, dude. Their devious little thoughts start early.

From watching commercials during Saturday morning cartoons, I’ve determined that little girls are supposed to buy toys and video games that train them to be better:

- Baby sitters
- Shoppers
- Dressers
- Pet caretakers

There’s literally a video game called Babysitting Mama. WTF?

What’s next? Video games to teach little girls how to cook and clean better too? Sheesh.

I think I’ve finally cracked the code to what my cat says when I walk in the door each night. It’s mere seconds before she’s on the banister to greet me. This is what I hear:

Meow, meow meow meow meow meow. Meow MEOW MEOOOOWWW. Meow…. meow. Meow? Meow. MEOW! MEEEEEOOOOWWW?!?!?!

Something clicked tonight and I’m pretty sure I finally accurately translated my cat’s language:

Yo. You fucker. I’m hungry. Huuuunnnnnngrrrrrryyyyyy. Hungry. Hun. Gry. HUNGRY. Why is there no food in my bowl and in my tummy? Feed me. NOW! FOOOOOOOODDD NOW?!

Yep, that’s an exact translation. You can quote me.

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