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The water’s up at the cottage this year, high enough to float the pier off its supports so that it sinks under water when walked on.

I LOVE it here.

“ Cookies ‘n cream ice cream is my favorite breakfast.

— Cousin C.

Hello, Gerald R. Ford International Airport. I am SO psyched to be back here. Bring on the Lake Michigan thunderstorms, baby.

We Need Puppy Name Help!

How about naming it Meadowlark Lemon Beagle, after the Harlem Globetrotter widely acknowledged to be the greatest comedic basketball player ever?

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Arin and I are having a big debate about what to name our lemon beagle puppy (real pictures coming soon!). We figured we’d throw it out there and let you decide:

Miso

Gardenia

Lachuga

Challah

Chicken

Noodle

Chicken Noodle

Chicken and Stars

Rachel Vogelstein

Peppermint

Starbuck

Gozer the Gozarian

Arwen

What do you think?

Mom's on Facebook, and that's a problem

Mom’s on Facebook, and that’s a problem. Now, suddenly, Facebook is an inappropriate place for Mom-inappropriate content.

For example, I want to change my status update to “Ken loves having sex but he’d rather get some head”, but Mom would not get the musical reference and would be, um, alarmed. Plus she has like six Facebook friends, so it’d be the only thing in her news feed for weeks. Sigh.

Thank god she doesn’t know about tumblr.

WALL-E: it really is that good.

Listening to Girl Talk is like playing competitive chess

Is anyone else physically exhausted by the new Girl Talk album Feed The Animals? I’ve been listening to it for 72 hours and I feel like I’ve just run 72 miles, or eaten 72 ounces of steak. I find listening to it to be much like playing competitive chess; it requires the same sort of close attention, and it produces the same sort of surprising(*) and rewarding fatigue. It’s so good I need to lie down.

For the record, here’s a list of songs sampled on the album: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feed_the_Animals

(*) At least, I find it surprising that mental exertion can produce the same sort of exhaustion as physical exertion. I’m always shocked(**) by the human body’s equivalence between mental energy and physical energy.

(**) I admit that I shouldn’t find this equivalence that surprising, given that both mental and physical work are exactly that, i.e., work, i.e., Joules, and given that I’ve never been particularly fazed by other, less plausible equivalences, like Einstein’s equivalence between mass and energy, two quantities that don’t even have the same units, for god’s sake. But the fact remains that I am less surprised by general relativity than by the feeling of tiredness I get from thinking hard.

One man, one dance, one world. I find it hard to not like everyone while watching this.

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I can’t believe we’re actually training them to fight. (Thanks to Ton for stressing me out even more than I already was)

Ben, I agree with your sentiment — by all means let’s forestall the robopocalypse — but I hope that when robots take over the planet, these are the robots who do. They fight like tap dancing hermit crabs, and even if they shuffled up to pummel us to death, I’m sure I’d die laughing first. It’d be a good way to go.