Breakfast to go.

On the way home from work tonight I passed a guy eating a bowl of cereal as he drove. I couldn’t tell what kind of cereal it was, but if it was Cap’n Crunch I would have been very jealous.

I believe the hype.

I have mentioned the Hype Machine on this blog and I link to it just about every time I write about music. Now you can see an interview with The Hype Machine’s creator, Anthony Volodkin.

There goes that idea.

I figured that if I was ever chased by a tiger I could jump in some water to escape. Looks like that plan is out the window.

This picture comes from Elad75’s Flickr photostream. {Via}

A must have.

This would have come in very handy here and here.

Good advice.

Do something zany or crazy. Make the phone call you’ve been avoiding. Make peace. Sing. Dance. Take a leap of faith. Break out. Start. Quit. Leave. Commit. Live with wild abandon.
Please.

Candi from Live

From my mom’s house.

This is a Santos carving from my mum’s house.

Guess what I heard?

Remember Wishing Well (lyrics, watch) by Terrence Trent Darby? I heard it on a radio playing in my work’s cafeteria today. I resisted the urge to do the robot, but I should have busted loose and got it out of my system since the song has been stuck in my head all day. Maybe by passing it on to you it will leave my brain.

Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell …

Let’s wrastle.

It’d be tempting to call backyard wrestling the mulleted, inbred hillbilly cousin of professional wrestling but since professional wrestling is itself the mulleted, inbred hillbilly of the sports world that would be redundant.

Nathan Rabin from Guilty Pleasure Monday: The Backyard

Going underground.

Read BldgBlog’s very cool interview with Canadian urban explorer Michael Cook. Loads of great photography and factoids about Canada’s sewers.

Tumble on.

An interesting bit on tumbleblogging. I have set up a tumble blog to capture all the junk (twitter, this blog, del.icio.us, etc.) I spew forth, but really I think this blog is already kinda tumbleblog’ish. {Via}