captainsblog | Just a few things to tide you ovah:

A Friend from Vermont often remarks, semibemoaningly, on her "moosey fate." Eventually that reminded me of a wonderful old spoken-word album we used to own, from some Down Easter types who did a schtick called "Bert and I." The "you can't get theyah from heyah" line in Firesign Theater's Nick Danger bit is likely from that. I was about to order a latter-day recreation of it from Amazon when I remembered: we taped the album before it was lost in the Ice Storm/Flood of '91. A little work with the iPhone, and then some minor jailbreaking of it, and here you go with the one track in question:

Gagnon, World Champeen Moose Callaire!

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Two nights ago, I had wicked insomnia again and some post-workout aches, so I just dabbled on Facebook in the dead of night. Among them was creating this demovitational poster of the kind personal trainers seem to love so much:

Then, looking at the forecast on the fone, I photographed the weather report and promptly lolcatted it:

I CAN HAS CELSIUS PLZ? (At least until the weekend. THAT might be a bit much.)

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Oh, and the Congressman who just resigned in the shirtless sex-picture scandal? He's ours. The gleefullest irony is that he posted this puff piece in a local newspaper a few years back, warning teens about how dangerous it is to put dirty pictures of yourself on the Internet.

Ah, the schadenfreude. It keeps you warm on even these coldest of days.

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Off to deliver a semi-dead drive to supplement the newer, but equally semi-dead one.