Rock Me Amadeus just came on the Internet radio, and it’s such a feel good song. It reminded me of that funny car ad that was playing recently in theaters, with German car engineer types driving wildly while this song played really loudly in the background.

Enjoying that ad always kinda sat wrong with me, considering the fact that Falco died in a car crash. Didn’t anyone tell the ad agent?

Sounds daft, but this video of incredible creatures of the deep is really worth watching!

Lapsus au déjeuner avec Pat ce matin, en parlant de son iPhone:

“Est-ce que l’interface se manipule bien avec un gland heu, gant?”

There’s an addictive little facebook application called “Compare people”, which presents you two of your friends at random, and asks you to… well, compare them on some random dimension. You may end up having to say who, between your lead programmer and your ex-beau, you’d rather be on a desert island with, who’s more likely to win in a fight between your former client and your girlfriend, etc. It can lead to some pretty funny thought experiments.

Of course, it also tells you how you’ve rated when compared to others by your friends, and from what I gather, my friends, at least my facebook friends, don’t know me. Sure, I’m organized and bad to go shopping with, but I seem to rate best on my singing voice (?) and my manners, of all things, winning 100% of the time in those dimensions. Similarly, my friends don’t think I study much (25% win rate) and that I’m a pretty bad public speaker (0%).

Certainly one has to be cautious in drawing conclusions based on this, especially since my facebook friends include people I haven’t seen since elementary school, but it’s a very entertaining way to waste time.

Happiness is a stick of your own.

I’ve lately been looking for a pair of pink shoes to complete my outfit for an upcoming wedding. As I was going from store to store yesterday, I remembered a day in the 80s when I decided pink was too mainstream for me, and threw out all the pink items in my wardrobe. That day, the garbage truck could have been labelled Au Coton.

I’d have puked in indignation if I’d known then that I’d someday be searching for pink heels to go with a pink-with-white-polka-dots Bardot scarf. Ah, to be a teenager in search of identity. Things were so black and white then. Pink out, gray in. I don’t even think the coolness factor of going to a wedding in Scotland would have compensated in my tragically prejudiced 16-year-old mind.

I’m not completely free of constraints, however. To complicate matters, the Scotsmontonian, who has surprisingly few opinions about clothing in general, has issued a strict fatwa against open-toed shoes, his ultimate turn-off, thereby prohibiting most of what’s in stores these days.

I have so much more fun now than when I was 16.

My friend Dr Wank, a psychology professor at the University of Ottawa, holds as his first maxim of human behavior that People are Stupid.

A lot of the history I’ve been reading confirms this, but this morning, a particularly sad example of it popped up in my feeds:

Radio station holds a contest to see who can drink the most water without peeing, for the grand prize of a Wii.
Yes, the obvious puns are made.
DJs make jokes about previous water intoxication deaths and responsibility waivers as contestant has bad symptoms on air.
People call in to warn about water intoxication risk.
Contest continues.
Contestant dies.

Q.E.D.

So, Martine says if video games don’t work out for me, I have a bright future on the home shopping channel. She used to be in broadcasting, but obviously not as a judge of talent.

What happens when you mix Mentos with Diet Coke.

Seeing so much effort invested in silliness gives me hope for the human race.

You know, I really like to sleep on my back; that’s how I get my best rest. But every once in a while in that position, I wake up and realize I’ve been sleeping with my mouth open. When that happens, much as I want to stay on my back, I change positions because I’m actually paranoid about bugs crawling into my mouth. Isn’t that silly?