So, sometime Friday night my cable modem, in concert with my drastically out-of-date analog drop from the main line caused any semblance of internet to completely vanish from within the boundaries of my house.

I, like many people before me, became overwhelmingly aware of my dependence upon being wired. This was god-awful. I was seeing babies crawl on the ceiling, and I was willing to dive into the worst toilet in Scotland for my fix. I had Julie take a picture of me just to cement the moment:

This has to be the best name for a cheese ever: The Stinking Bishop Cheese.

I just happened to run across it today at work because we had a cheese-pun email-chain going on, and I needed some clever cheese names. I guess it was featured in ‘Wallace & Grommit in the Curse of the Were-Rabbit - but I unfortunately haven’t seen the movie.

That one gave me a good laugh, especially when combined with some euphemisms which will not be named here.

I’ve had a fairly standard web-comic rotation for a while now (at least 12-14 months) and it seems to have refined itself out of the murk of my dark, and easily distracted mind:

I’m more of a dog person than I am a cat person, but this video Riyad posted on his Break-it-down blog is hilarious.

I’m not exactly sure what is wrong with the cat, but I envy his persistence to laziness.

Sheldon is always worth a good laugh. I’ve kept up with it for quite a while, and as a fellow Pug owner, I always enjoy his ‘True Tales from a Pug Owner’. Here is the most recent (#47) - once again hits close to home: