This one never gets old:

Wired has the story of a bit of very famous text added to the robots.txt file maintained by Last.FM. I won’t spoil your delight by writing any more.

The great thing about this particular parody is that by its very nature of offering up abstractions it successfully outlines the structure of American narrative film. I can easily see using this in a film studies course.

And, yes, it’s just plain funny.

For all my fellow folklorists, the good folks at College Humor bring us a bridge with an internet troll under it.

More than anything, this is for my friend Marcus:

For those of you who wondered why I haven’t posted anything lately. Here’s your sign:

There comes a time in every man’s life … oh, let’s cut to the chase:

I was trying to repair our lawn mower when I realized that I was faced with the conundrum of aging: if I got close enough to examine a bolt hole for stripped threads, I couldn’t see the threads clearly; if I got far enough away to see the threads clearly, I was no longer close enough to see the threads clearly.

Alas, my eyes are older and in need of augmentation. AKA “cheaters.”

So off we went to Albertson’s for a grocery run and to stop by the pharmacy section for me to pick up a pair of reading glasses. There wasn’t a wide selection of styles, but what there was came in various prescriptions, and I wasn’t quite sure what would work. I decided to work from the lowest to the highest and see what worked.

As I tried on the first pair of glasses, I realized I needed something to look at or to read that would give me a reasonable real-life test. The little side-of-the-end-cap display for the glasses had nothing there, so I reached to pick up a box on the shelf nearby. (Remember, this is the pharmacy section of the store.) What I grabbed was a box of K-Y Jelly.

So, there I stood in the middle of Albertson’s alternately putting on a different pair of reading glasses and then peering at a box of K-Y Jelly.

Yung could not stop laughing.