I am guest posting for Tyler today.

Tyler has brain owies.

I figure the best cure for such maladies would have to be brain confetti.

If a human male misuses an inanimate object to the point of disabling or destroying it, he is said to have manhandled it. So if a dog does the same thing, why don’t they say he puppypawed it?

If I were a wizard, my Patronus would be a penguin. And you might think that would be the coolest (heh!) thing ever, except that Rachelskirt’s Patronus would be a sock monkey. Think about that. THINK about it.

I watched Superbowl XLII until I realized that they’d have all the commercials on Youtube by the end of the week anyway. Then I put on the Mythbusters marathon and finished off the buffalo wings.

If you were to mention to Tom Brady or Eli Manning that XLII is also the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, they’d look at you blankly. Whereas, if you were to say, “What is the meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything?” to Jamie Hyneman or Adam Savage, I’m willing to bet they’d respond “Forty-two” without even thinking about it. I further imagine that Jamie would then decide that he and Adam should try to prove it, and see if they could get Grant to build Deep Thought out of parts culled from Anaheim Salvage. This is why I’m the sort of person who prefers a Mythbusters marathon to the Superbowl.

Tyler, thank you for letting me play with your trucks.

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