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Sue whoever’s responsible for the app I just shouted at a Facebook ad for, the one that encourages you to pick a Team USA athlete to follow. I’m pretty sure the notion of paying attention to and cheering only for your own country’s athletes is antithetical to the spirit of the whole damn thing. Also, the only possible “official restaurant” is the local taverna, pub, cafe, Biergarten, tea shop, or similar venue where real amateur athletes from anywhere might raise a glass. Boom — billions and billions more moneyburgers served directly to Greece. And if USOC has the resources to go after gays or fiber artists for violating “its trademark,” somehow failing to respect with appropriate solemnity the hard, hard work it’s put into “creating its brand,” it’s surely the ripest plum on the tree.
I sorrow because Bejeweled Blitz is running so slowly and poorly on this laptop that I’m just going to have to stop playing. It’s too painful to remember that I once scored over 700,000 and now the best I can do is under 50K.
However, I rejoice that my apartment is not really full of kraits, as I had dreamed. In the dream they looked like little yellow cobras. They were just everywhere. Constantly in my way. Of course, this has nothing at all to do with the garter snake visitor, who has not returned.
Watching How the Earth Was Made instead, and trying to play this strange Tetris game. HtEWM is good, but I’d rather watch The Universe. They could keep showing the same episodes over and over; that would be fine. I guess the thing I really have against HtEWM is …it tries to sound doomy and urgent like Mega Disasters. No sense of humor. And they called the San Andreas Fault an “ugly scar.” The hell? That’s almost as bad as “shark-infested waters.” They freaking LIVE THERE. Come and whine about it when sharks start crawling up on the land.
The slideshow will be about opportunity cost, PPFs, diminishing marginal utility, and international trade. And Chapter 2 of Cod. In other words it’ll take about a hundred years. But I’ll break it up in July 2060 with this fun video I’ve used before of a HoHos eating contest. I’m too cheap to buy actual HoHos for four separate contests, and have no interest in HoHo vomit after a weekend of cat vomit. Poor little puma has to cut back. That’s what I do, I give people (and pumas) too much food, except for HoHos.
Behind the Game: Bejeweled. A history of the bewitching vortex into which I have contentedly shoveled most of my day.
This “Bejeweled” is bewitching, too.
The Ratel Motel 