You can still visit tourist attractions in glorious 3-D, without the inconvenience of travel.

If you haven’t read The Young Visiters, please do so. The movie that was made of it isn’t bad, either.

So we’re watching The Daily Show, and the guest is This American Life regular John Hodgeman, plugging his book, The Areas of My Expertise. I said “I really want to read that book.” My darling says, “Of course you do, he’s on This American Life. You like books by anyone on This American Life.” I sputtered and protested, but he’s right. So if Marti Noxon writes a book, I’ll read that, too. She’s the first story on the Getting and Spending episode of This American Life.

And from this anecdote, you can guess what sort of things I like.

Upon being asked “why are Mexican wrestlers masked?” I was thrilled to find a quite detailed entry in Wikipedia (yay Wikipedia) on lucha libre.

If my lips can’t feel nothin’
Please know I still love you.
If my lips can’t feel nothin’
Please know I still love you.
I just met The Man
at Dixie’s BBQ.

Check me out! I’m inspiring art! A booktalk I gave was the inspiration for a Sunday strip of Unshelved! I highly recommend the book, and Junior High students are verrrrry interested in the most dangerous toy, that put 6,000 people into the emergency room before they finally banned it.

Answer in invisi-text (highlight to see): “Jarts. Adults in the 60s honestly didn’t care if you got a spike through the head.“

UFOs in the sky over Richland, WA, in 1947, though one article points out the frequency of all sorts of stuff zinging through the air on the high winds.

The Improved Man, written in 1890, has some interesting ideas and turns of phrase. And, yes, the brain is the real cathedral, but I enjoy envisoning a grey squishy Chartres.

Top excuses to not have to go to sleep right now:
I’m thirsty.
What happens after we die?
Will you sit with me? You never sit with me.
I’m too hot.
I’m too cold.
I miss (whoever is not here at the moment).
I’m not tired (while rubbing eyes)