In honor of he new Star Trek movie, which I haven’t seen yet, I went back and watched last year’s TED talk from J.J. Abrams again. He was on Charlie Rose the other night and referenced “the box,” and the mysteries within, and the box may be part of the reason I haven’t rushed out to stand in line with all the other Trek nerds.

If you haven’t seen the TED, watch it. I’d recommend it for anyone who loves stuff that is made by people who love to make stuff worth loving. This may actually be a double post from a year ago, but I’m getting on and can’t remember everything so good.

The Miss Pole Dance Awards are over, and we have a winner.

In honor of tonight’s performance, I’m linking to this amazing Spinal Tap cake, complete with foil-wrapped cuke. Goodnight, Cleveland.

It is what it says. And it is awesome.

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Slain bartender’s father: Suspect didn’t fire fatal shot

I’ve been wanting to go to Disneyland for years, and now that they’ve fired the boob police, here should be a lot more of this going around.

As someone who’s never had a woman really give a shit whether or not I was “all that into her,” these fad relationship guides have always amused/annoyed me. The latest couple of love pimps are selling girls on the fact that they don’t know how to text.

No, I mean, do you really like cilantro?

Soundboards are fun. Especially the kind where people are tearing into 12-year-olds.

I love donuts. Truly and honestly. I’m not a huge sweets guy, but I will put down some donuts. Donuts have always been there for me. Donuts never lie. Donuts never disrespect you. Donuts never say, “If Alan wasn’t good enough, you’d have to be pretty stupid to think someone like you could be.” Because that would just be weird.

And between you and me, as much as we’re all supposed to fall into lockstep worship for Krispy Kreme down here in the South, I’ve always preferred Dunkin’ Donuts. And now you can get a Dunkin’ Donuts Gift Card with your very own picture on it. A little late for Mother’s Day, but donuts are more of a Dad thing.

Ryan O’Neal tells People Magazine that Farrah Fawcett has stopped treatment on her terminal anal cancer, and all she does is lay in bed watching television. Also, that he lies to her about her prognosis, and her son’s trouble with the law, so as not to upset her. I honestly don’t know whose ass needs to be kicked harder here.

I’m going to go see Spinal Tap perform their songs this weekend. It’s going to be the culmination of a dream, and perhaps the most satisfying experience of my life. In the meantime, you people will just have to content yourselves with your personal lives, families, physical relations and interviews and video of the geniuses explaining their current tour.

If I hadn’t just eaten a whole tribble’s worth of a multicultural bucket of food from Whole Food’s new and improved hot bar, I would be running out for these Burger King Star Trek Toys & Glasses.
Instead, I’ll just go there for dinner.

Can you see Seth Rogen Doing Stand Up at 13 Years Old ?

Does this browser complete me? Time will tell.

The Cotton campaign has been going on strong nigh for 30 years. I used to be very comfortable listening to Richie Havens warble about the crunchy goodness of cotton. I’m not so sure I have the same ethical response to Zooey.

Download the music and see the other two… completely not calculated compatriots in the Cotton: The Fabric of My Life campaign.

Starting to regain full control of my rage-y-ness 20% less nasal drip.
Yay, Over-The-Counter!

I don’t know if I’ve got it. But I’ve got something.