What, no Pee Wee's House of Porn?

I've commented before that hair salons are home to the cutest, cleverest, tackiest names. Aristocuts. Pharoah's Hair-um. The Cut Hut. Hair I Am. The Mane Event. I am not making any of these up.

I am, however, sadly mistaken about them being the holders of the Tacky Title. In checking out a phone call just now that the kid's school is closed- and it is, oh happy joy- I went online to the local TV station website which lists the school closings, but only after BUSINESSES, COLLEGES (which has three ticky boxes: THEY'RE ALL OPEN, THEY'RE ALL CLOSED EXCEPT UB, AND UB'S CLOSED- THE WORLD'S ABOUT TO END),  and your one-stop source for the tackiest names in all history, DAY CARE CENTERS.

I vaguely remembered this phenomenon. Sometime in my own high school years (yes, we had the wireless back then, shut up), there was a prolonged stretch of snow and school closings, and a place called "Nanny's Nursery" got itself on the list every day for a week, where it remains, at least in my own head, 30 years later. (I'm convinced some of these places stay closed just to get the free advertising from being in the closing announcements.)

There's no Nanny's Nursery in Western New York to shutter its playhouse today, but here are just a few of the day care centers which are closed:

Jellyroll Junction

Kiddieland Childcare Center

Pumpkins Quality Day Care

Puna's Pumpkin Patch

Tender Loving Childcare

and I SO do not want to know anything about this one:

CAO Head Start Rubby Butts

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So we'll be having mirth and merriment from the next room while we try to get some work done. Naturally, all the big-kid offices will be open today, since nobody cares if we're freezing our arses to parses in this minus-300 wind chill. I will, however, be calling ahead before actually going anywhere, just in case.

My final thoughts and questions about last night's festivities:

Yawn.

I'm still shocked by the use of an actual marching band during a televised halftime show. Forget the pre-millenial lyrics from later in the show; here, Prince was partying like it was 1969.  My wife must have been wondering why I was muttering "one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-hit-and-close" in my sleep. Even more amazing, the game was won by the team from my conference (as close to a rooting interest as I can muster for these two); when I was a band fag, the home team never won when we played at halftime.

In my profession, at least, nobody gives a shit where you went to law school, much less college, after about the first six months. So what's all this Vol love for Manning on account of him graduating from UT in 1978?

Everyone in Buffalo got an email this morning from William B. Davis: Just because we let Manning win one, don't think the Bills will ever win a Super Bowl.

The first person to use "instant classic" to describe the game itself will be murdered. By use of Chinese water torture.  There should never be a championship game played again at Soilmaster Stadium until they put a roof over the dump. I'm sure the NFL suits will be crowing about how tough their gladiators were, playing down there in the driving rain, but those suits were up in luxury suites while the hoi poloi, who were paying $600 a ticket if they were lucky, had to endure being pelted on for the entire proceeding and, surprise surprise, the concessionaires ran out of plastic ponchos.

I liked the dalmatian ad the best, but it's the Snickers one that made me laugh the loudest. In a manly sort of way.

And if Viacom is so pissed off at YouTube about allowing uploads of their content, why are they allowing all the commercials and halftime clips from their network's broadcast to be up there, when they know every pimply-faced geek with a DVR is gonna be posting them?

Pitchers and catchers report, pitchers and catchers report, pitch....

Before going oot and aboot. To compute....

(Yes, to the Hall, Robin! Yes, to get and type in a copy of a deed description. Yes, he's doing real estate again. This time donating a building to a non-profit. Worthy cause, right? Shouldn't be any problems with this one, right? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, right?)

Heh. Maybe in this Mr. Freeze of a day, I'll die of exposure and my evil plan to offload my real estate practice can come to fruition.

Anyway, brief pimpage whilst the car warms sufficiently for the oil to circulate.

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I commented a la Cleo earlier, and actually brought large portions of happiness to her impossibly huuuge Flist. In case anyone's not in that loop, I repeat it here. Never did find that elusive tool to upload from mpgs or DVDs into an editable form, but if you've got, say, a YouTube clip you want to watch through  something other than your browser, here's your answer:


http://media-convert.com/

Give it a file name from your puter, or an URL, tell it what it is, tell it what you want it to be, say "Mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney ho," and out comes a downloadable version in the format you asked.

Among the useful things one can convert to with this, I'm told? YouTube to MP3. Granted, the video would suck, but for iPodding around town it seems kinda nice.

DISCLOSURE/DISCLAIMER: This program, if you give it a filename, will look around on your computer. The resulting product is a download, which you will presumably put onto your computer. I have only limited familiarity with whether the site or proggies do anything other than what they say they do. Use on your own stuff at your own risk. Void in Nebraska.

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Here's my other time waster du jour: someone has come up with a "last words" contest for Deathly Hallows. The versions currently running ask you to predict the last words by (or about) Snape if he either lives or dies.  There are some simply mahvelous ones on both lists (mine came early and are, to be honest, fairly lame compared to some that followed):

Snape lives.

Snape dies.

There are many repeats on both, since the poll asked you to submit your answer before seeing the others. Deal.

Meanwhile, the similar book on Voldy is already closed, with over 200 responses all assuming his demise. The best of those are here, along with links to the two ongoing ones.

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Reverse pimpage needed: does anybody have the .gif icon of JKR saying, "Fuck it. Rocks fall, everyone dies," followed by HP and HWMNBN going "huh?!?" I only saw the damn thing 8 gagilliondy times when I didn't have an entry to post it with, and now I can't track it down:P ETA Speaking of rocks, as in usage as verb: angledge does. M'thanks, m'luv.

We're thawed and ready to roll. Icebergs fall, everybody catches cold.