I've mentioned it before, but I'm a huge fan of This American Life, a public radio show. I've only caught snippets of it on its regular Sunday night spot a couple of times, but I've got my podcast catcher set up to download it every Monday. You can download the previous week's show up until the point the next episode airs, but you can stream any of the episodes from their website. A good many of my readers are journalists, former journalists, and/or fans of The Onion, so this episode is a great place to start. The theme of that week's show was "Hard Rooms," and they take a look inside the editorial discussions at The Onion, present a comedy routine from a former journalist, which I found quite funny, and a couple of other great segments. Perhaps my favorite episode so far was the "Testosterone" episode, which took a really unique take on the essence of masculinity. I've never heard a bad episode, though, so any one you pick should give you a good feel for the show. Every episode takes a theme and then presents pieces, sometimes feature news, sometimes short stories, sometimes personal essays or other formats, that portray an aspect of that theme. Their take, presentation, or subject matter is often surprising enough to keep you thinking. It really just needs to be given a chance.
I'm a huge fan of Mitch Hedberg. In fact, that was quite the Hedbergian transition. I love the non sequiturs, surrealist humor, and paraprosdokian quips. I'm really not sure if his jokes would be anywhere near as funny if it were not for his distinctive speaking style, but I was listening to a bunch of his jokes last night (relistening for a lot of them actually) and there were moments when I was laughing so hard that salty water was squeezed from my eyes. I won't call them tears because tears are so totally not manly. It's a shame he died of an overdose three years ago on March 17 because corpses just aren't funny. Unless you pose them in humorous positions, of course. That would be quite humorous.
Reread those last three sentences with Mitch's voice in your head. It's really funny that way.
My chickens have officially re-entered the egg-laying season again. I've been getting at least three eggs a day for the last week and yesterday I collected nine eggs. One of them was malformed so Bubba got a nice little snack, but eight eggs in one day ain't too shabby. Right now I've got a carton of a dozen blue eggs, a carton of a dozen large brown eggs, and about half of a third carton of a mixed assortment. It's a little less consistent than what you buy at the store as the brown eggs are all large or extra large while the blues from the araucanas range from small to large. They taste awesome, though.
Former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer really pissed me off this week. I typically peruse Slate.com during some of my down time, which I've had a bit of this week since it was 9-weeks tests, but on Monday, Slate.com was blocked by the school's content filter. The reason for this frustration was Eliot Spitzer's having sex with a hooker. (I like whores!) About half of the articles on Slate for the past three days have been using words that one would expect more from a porn site and it was blocked for at least two days until yesterday when they finally published enough non-Spitzer articles to reduce the porn word to not-porn word ratio to a level acceptable to the site-blocker program. Last.fm has been blocked all week as well, but I'm not sure I can logically blame Spitzer for that one. I'm going to do it anyway. Mr. Spitzer: I hope you contracted HIV or at least a really virulent strain of syphilis.My day started quite nicely today. I was able to tighten my black belt by a notch. I have lost about 10 lbs. since the first of February (true it was largely from being sick and not eating, but I've managed to keep up the good habits since), and had moved down the notch line on my brown belt for a couple of weeks now. The reason it stood out more today is because my brown belt is worn nearly every day, so it could have just been a product of the leather stretching. I've worn the black one maybe a dozen times in the past year and it was getting tighter until January, so I know it's the lost lipids and no just my fat gut stretching dead cow skin. Yay me!
That's pretty much it for today. I wanted to write about all of the above topics but either didn't have enough to justify a full post or either would be really boring for everyone else if I had dedicated an entire post to it.