lolcats

I have created my own "lolcats" for the icanhascheezburger website, but I don't know if they'll ever make it to the voting page. For your viewing pleasure, I will present some of them to you here. Enjoy.

LMAO, as they say

On a lighter note...

...here's the latest Ferris video. My apologies for the lame soundtrack.

Inaction is a dangerous choice

Who hasn't wanted to do this?

Why Scott shouldn't get an Xbox 360

In my humble opinion:

1. He already has a perfectly good Xbox.

2. Xbox 360s are famously troublesome, while Microsoft customer service is completely inept.

3. Planned obsolescence is bad for consumers and the environment.

4. Bill Gates does not need any more of our money.

5. Halo 3 will not solve the world's problems.

Confession

Cher has admitted that she once believed that the presidental images carved into Mount Rushmore were the product of natural erosion. In a similar spirit of confession, as I sit here watching Forrest Gump on TV -- the very scene where Lieutenant Dan Taylor is referring to himself as a useless cripple -- I will admit something to you. The first time I saw Forrest Gump, I was unfamiliar with the actor Gary Sinise. Now, a lot of people are very impressed with the technical manipulation that saw Forrest inserted into famous historical footage. Me, I was struck by the sheer genius of the digital wizard who made it seem like Gary Sinise had legs in his earlier scenes. Yes, that's right, I honestly thought that the actor had no legs. Sadly, I made the mistake of exclaiming this to the people with whom I was watching the movie. I'm sure I'll live that down. Sure I will. Someday.

God Grew Tired of Us

I recently saw a wonderful film called God Grew Tired of Us. It was a moving, respectful look at the journeys of three refugees from war-torn Sudan. The men end up in the United States, via Ethiopia and Kenya, after having walked for five years in search of relief from war, genocide, dehydration and starvation. They lost many friends and family members along the way. It was fascinating to watch their adjustment to the pace and priorities of America. As overwhelming as their new lives were, never did they forget those they left behind in Africa.

One thing about the film that really struck me was that these men, new to modern conveniences such as airplanes and refrigerators, apparently took no time to get their driver's licences. These are men who were concerned that electricity would be too hard to "use." Now they're driving. Then there's me, someone who grew up surrounded by the latest technology. It has been well over a year since I started my quest to become licenced. During tonight's lesson, my new driving instructor shook her head and said to herself, "That's baaaad," several times. I'm getting the feeling I should stick to using simpler pieces of machinery, such as safety scissors.

I've been meaning to post...

...but I've just been so busy. Busy doing nothing even remotely postworthy. That will change, however, for next week my driving lessons will resume, a full year since my last official lesson. My former driving instructor, Lino, has abandoned me, putting his own safety and security ahead of my need to swerve. Honestly, the nerve of that guy. Anyway, a brave new instructor will soon be sliding into the passenger seat of harm's way. Stay tuned, and stay off the sidewalks.

Not so fast!

Drop the Timbit. Stop cheering. The recent court decision has resulted in only a partial victory. This means that we're all still in limbo here, wondering what the heck our jobs will entail once this all gets sorted out. Grumble grumble.