chain, chain, chain

So this morning I checked out XKCD (like I try and do Monday Wednesday and Friday, cuz it’s good).

And today’s cartoon is about writing a letter to Grandma and the habit of switching to a browswer every few seconds to check things out in the world (which I do, except for the grandma part)

And in the cartoon are a bunch of web site addresses, some of which I visit (boing boing) and others that I don’t. So on a lark I go to reddit.

And looking at the headlines, there’s the usual (Obama, AIG bailout/clusterfuck, Google, etc.) but then I find this link to a guy’s blog called “worst date ever (NSFW),” and like a moth to a flame I have to click and see how bad the first date was.

It is so bad, I about choked on my beverage. You just have to read it (kinda long, very NSFW).

I’ll never hear chalk board erasers the same way again.

So much more pleasant

Okay, I was all set to write another one of my “gee, I’m depressed and it’s just not shitty enough unless I share it with the intarwebs” posts, and then I realized that somebody had bumped Emma Watson from the top of my “popular pages” list.

I’ll let that sink in for a moment.

Got it? Yes, for the moment at least, there is somebody on my blog more popular than Emma Watson’s boobs. It’s Sophia Myles. Lovely lady, but I was a bit shocked. Clearly something is afoot.

Mmmmm.A little Google later, and I realize she has a new movie out, and in that movie she apparently enjoys sex (the line “I like creepy guys,” is enough to make me wanna see it right there). So the movie is called Mister Foe (click for a review at NYT) and sounds really promising.

In her loneliness, her toughness, her perfect mix of maternal warmth and sexual adventurousness, she is at heart a literary conceit, an inhabitant of that realm of the male imagination where lust and sentimentality meet and mingle. But Ms. Myles inhabits the role with such crisp and understated wit that she manages to hold such doubts at bay. Common sense might suggest that a woman in Kate’s position should change her locks, call the police or move to another town when a guy like Hallam shows up, but somehow she never seems more sensible than when she does the opposite of what prudence might dictate.

Yeah, I might have to check this one out. Of course, not at the theater by myself, that would be, well, creepy.

And this post is so much better than what you almost had today. Trust me.