Yeehaw!

My roadtripping plans have changed.

Rather than only seeing Memphis, and only dining on Memphis-style BBQ, we're going to head on down to Nashville first for two nights; our detailed itinerary is forthcoming!

Helloooooooo, cowboys!

And I Feel Fine..?

Google Reader, which I have become obsessed with as I flat out refuse to watch the news on the tele and/or read a newspaper (because they make my fingers dirty), passed along this interesting little tidbit regarding Cern's Large Hadron Collider to my inbox this morning.

Now, prior to settling my butt on the couch for one entire Sunday afternoon spent dutifully watching the entire Apocolypse Special on the History Channel, I truly had no idea what a black hole was. Nor was I aware that Nostradamus, and countless other prophets and ancient civilizations, had predicted the coming "End of Days" which is supposedly set to occur in December of 2012. Coincidence? I think not.

I think it's safe to say that we, as a civilization of people who absolutely need this world as it is to survive, should be a wee bit nervous when this thing gets turned on. On a personal level, I am not ready to be sucked into a giant black hole, nor am I prepared to watch the rest of the planet get sucked into said black hole.

Some people just like to push the envelope as far as possible, I suppose. But, hey, they'll be the first to go, right? Standing there with their protective goggles and scientist suits on. At least the smart will die first. HA. Seriously though, if you're not sure that the world won't end when you flip the little green button (ready, set, GO!), why would you even flip it in the first place?

On a slight side note, see this for five other possible ways that the world could end, and then please procede to have a HAPPY TUESDAY!

Beefy Heaven

I am literally drooling over this.

If I don't gain twenty pounds eating lamb riblets, pulled pork sandwiches, and slabs of beef ribs smothered in BBQ sauce while in Memphis, it will be an utter miracle.

Retrosexual?

Interesting, humorous article in this week's Phoenix.

Honestly though, where else could a world obsessed with social networking ever go but backwards, reverting to the mistakes of our adolescence?

Here Comes Your Man

Let's here it for the only man I can always count on, the one man who never lets me down, and the one man who keeps me smiling regardless of how shitty my day and/or week has been:

He may be small, he may not speak very much English, he may make a mess wherever he goes and he may shit his pants on occasion, but he's still the best dude in the whole world.