Michael Clayton was next, but a family member who also wanted to see it is dining elsewhere tonight, which is a story unto itself, and perhaps one day we will go into it. But to go with the chili, I dug out a movie that has been in the collection for some time. I knew it was not going to be pleasant, but figured I’d be finished with dinner before that part got started.

I was right, and I was wrong.

It is not a good dinner movie, especially the beginning, which is the birth of our hero. But I stayed till he emerged from the cave, and found the second redhead. By then I had finished my chili and salad, and came in here to watch this.

From the Beeb: You’re not gonna believe this one.

Via the Museum of Hoaxes. Oh yeah, Happy April Fool’s to you too!

I come across this sort of thing when I’m looking for work-related info. You think I’m kidding. Actually, I was trying to find a reference to that J-Lo, Jon Voight movie that we sat through so long ago.

And people keep talking about Angelina Jolie’s ‘bump’. Now this is a real bump.

I can feel your pain. Those stupid heart boxes, the endless displays of roses, the dumb candles, the icky sweet teddy bears.

You need My Black Valentine. You might want to turn your volume down. I forgot, and almost fell out of my chair.

Do I have a lot of work to do? Yes. Are squirrels still bothering me? Yes. Am I easily distracted? Yes.

Just after Christmas, a family member and I went to Orchard Supply, which was advertising storage boxes for $5. These were the right size for me to move around, unless I filled them with books, which I am doing today, even with the upper respiratory. Because the ‘putting away’ frenzy is on.

We found three boxes and no tops. The clerk called a superior, who reported that there was a glut at their other store ten minutes away. We didn’t have the ten minutes to spare. Life, you know.

Fast forward to last week, when Target had the same boxes advertised for a lot less. Thursday night, another family member and I tried to access the ones on a high shelf. After failing, then getting a clerk’s attention, we learned they had plenty of boxes, but no tops.

Do people walk out with extra tops? Is there a higher authority somewhere in the supply chain that decrees, we’re going to send them 100 boxes and 70 tops? Do I have to run out Sunday morning after the ads appear to get first choice?

We got the last ten at another Target. The contents of the garage will be indigo blue. But they will have tops.

Now then. What to do with all the VHS tapes of X-Files and Simpsons that the kids taped years ago.

Fair fight? Predator and prey, they are.

Try to kill me, eh?

The other night we had lamb shanks cooked in Guinness, quite tasty. That has been my only experience with dark stout, at least till now.

Awe-inspiring, truly. From the Telegraph, after the commercial.

The photographer was taking photos of soldiers and protesters when he was shot. Footage can be seen here.

Is it furry with mold? Maybe two or three shades of sliminess? Does it move of its own accord? There is time lapse viewing here.

That’s the name given by U.S. intelligence to the Russian ekranoplan, a behemoth of a plane based in the Caspian Sea during the Cold War. It reportedly had the capacity to carry a staggering 1000 tons, and relied on the ground effect for flight.

Thanks to Google Earth, the folks at The Register have spotted a Chinese Sea Monster. Also discussed is the monstrous Boeing Pelican.

The obligatory video (lengthy) at YouTube is here.

Frankly, there can’t be a more fun way to cool off (if you don’t mind a Coke shower) for a very small outlay of cash. It helps to have a bunch of little kids around to watch, and maybe even help.

And now, of course, there is a contest and some creative additions and variations to the mix.

Note to my kids: You will notice that everyone runs like crazy at the critical moment. Well, almost everyone.