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?

The trip to Australia is cancelled. This is a good thing (TM).

Everyone should have an adequate web presence. For nosy people who want to find out stuff about you. Come on, what have you got to hide?

My lead designer said today, it’s exhausting trying to make everyone happy. Hear hear. Sometimes I feel like I’m playing the Sims in real life.

I’m trying to figure out what to do for my birthday party. My friends are such a motley assemblage, I don’t know what we could do that they’d all enjoy.

I kicked complete ass at Jeopardy! today.

Have you ever had a dream that made no sense, but felt so profound you knew it was meaningful?

I don’t have to always make sense, do I?

I don’t watch TV on TV. I watch TV on DVD. Watching TV on TV leads to channel surfing. And whenever I do that, I’m reminded why I don’t watch TV.

This morning, I didn’t have time to watch a whole episode of Battlestar Galactica (my current TV-on-DVD addiction), so I turned on TV-on-TV for a bit, and got a movie excerpt where two guys were talking. Roughly paraphrased:

- You don’t wanna be friends with a girl.
- Really?
- Yeah, once you’re friends, you’re in the friend zone. And there’s no getting out.
- So?
- Well, no potential for dating. It’s like you’re not a guy. You’re more like… a lamp.
- Ugh. I don’t wanna be a lamp.

Then it cut to Katie Couric talking to sociologists about whether men and women can be friends. That’s when I snapped it off, thinking “God, are they really still debating this???”

To me, the answer is yes, as long as the ambiguity is resolved. Until that question of “Will we or won’t we?’ is resolved, I’m not sure there really is a way for a single guy to be friends with a single woman.

What I mean by “resolving the ambiguity”:
- One of the two is or becomes involved with another.
- One of the two comes out of the closet.
- The Talk is had where it’s clearly stated there is to be no contact between any of the parts of one’s body with any of the parts of the other’s.
- The two have had sex and stopped.

And that’s pretty much it, a few anecdotal exceptions aside. I think they could have had that as a nice set of bullet points displayed on the screen of the Today show, but I guess that would mean moving on to something else, like actual content.

Not that the ambiguity is necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, when the stakes aren’t too high, the ambiguity is actually enjoyable and I’ve sometimes been a little bummed to see it resolved, one way or another.

As for getting out of the friend zone, seeing as that’s only happened to me once, I think it’s fair to say once you’re there, you really are pretty much a lamp. Right?

At the end of a conversation with a foreigner this week:

- I see you’ve been in Montreal long enough that you’re down with the whole two-cheek kiss thing…

- Wait, isn’t it cheek, cheek, tongue?

Probably going straight to hell for this one, but…

Félix tells me they are making St-Joseph’s Oratory more accessible to the disabled.

Isn’t the whole point of going there to drag yourself up all those stairs, to then get miraculously cured?

All your sith are belong to us.

And now for the latest blogging meme… thanks to the Toine for passing the turn to me.

Disk space on my computer taken up by music files:
297 songs / 22 hours / 1.74 GB. So modest!

Last CD I bought:
I have a good ear for playing instruments and singing, but in terms of keeping up with contemporary music, I am quite retarded. Thus, I buy CDs extremely rarely. Two factors have contributed to getting me “back in touch”: people left a whole bunch of CDs at my place this winter, and M-C’s podcasts introduce me to some cool “new” stuff. Thus, she made me fall in love with Röyksopp, and their Melody AM is the last one I bought, after finally finding a decently-priced copy in L.A. Now Thierry has heard it at my place and is desperate to find a copy, which is odd: introducing music to someone is an even rarer experience for me than buying a CD.

(Also bought Odyssey by Fischerspooner at the same time)

What’s playing right now:
* Six Underground / Sneaker Pimps

Songs that are important to me these days:
* Poor Leno / Royksopp
* Something to Talk About / Bonnie Raitt
* Don’t Dream it’s Over / Crowded House
* The Richest Man in Babylon / Thievery Corporation
* Simple Kind of Life / No Doubt

I’m passing the baton on to Lou and Stephie.

What I wanna know is, how do you stop?

A reader (appropriately named Dianna) whom I had the pleasure of meeting last night has kindly directed me to my next impulse buy.

(available at the boobtique on Bust.com)