Farkin' Links Vol. 184

As you noticed, these links aren't always going to be a daily occurrence. Sometimes I actually have...well, work and stuff, so I'm unable to do it. But, hey, it's free, so I guess it doesn't really matter.

This weekend was full of far too much physical activity for someone my advanced age. I played tennis, not that I really know how, but I apparently did alright for someone with about 2 weeks of experience 10 years ago. It was quite fun; plus, any activity that causes my wrist and forearm to get exercise gets a thumbs up from me. Surprisingly, our basketball team was victorious in our first playoff game against the number 2 seed. I guess we're just a calm, playoff experienced team who doesn't get bothered by having a 1-6 record. We don't need the confidence of actually winning to do well in a playoff game. My favorite moment was when Newjen finally decided to grace our team with a shot on goal and actually hit a three. He rations his shot attempts like Elaine Benes rations her sponge...which is odd, because when we play on the blacktop, I can't get him to STOP shooting.

On another subject, I watched the most fascinating documentary movie over the past two nights, Grizzly Man. Some of you may have heard of subject, Timothy Treadwell. He is the crazy bastard that lived with grizzly bears in Alaska for months at a time for 13 years until they finally got fed up and ate him. Well, him and his girlfriend. Either way, Treadwell would bring a video camera the last couple of years to film himself and his bears. This footage was crafted into this fascinating study by zee German director Werner Herzog. I've never really watched any of Herzog's movies since they're obviously crappy foreign films, but maybe I've been missing out. He was able to put together a film based on this obvoius lunatic and transform him into a troubled, tragic, hero. I really can't describe how completely insane this Treadwell fella is. He truly loved these wild animals and wanted to be one. I kind of wanted to be a tiger once...of course, I was 4 years old. I sort of grew out of it. Still, this film is almost like watching a traffic accident; you wanna look away, but you can't. Fleshed out with interviews by his friends and associates who appear just as bizarre as he was, and comically narrated by the director Herzog himself. At first, it feels like an SNL skit; imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger narrating a National Geographic special, and that's about what Herzog sounds like. Yet, after a while, he begins to grow on you as his actual passion for the subject overshadows his limited English ability. It's a marvelous movie and I highly recommend it. I give it a 9/10, or as Tristan would prefer, an A.


...and now we dance. Youtube.com is the new sliced bread...or Tivo. Tivo was way better than sliced bread.

Uh oh...the fish are evolving and growing human like teeth. I'm going to have to stop dumping all my radioactive waste in the water supply.

Hmmm...does this mean I don't have to feel bad about having a blow up woman? I'm scared too.

It looks like I really missed out at that ComicCon. I could have seen enough people and items to mock for at least two, three years.

Heh...The Hoff claims he doesn't drink anymore...I claim he doesn't drink any less, either. I saw him on that America's got Talent show. He wasn't high on life.

This is just wrong...even more wrong than Star Wars Monopoly. How can you go cashless in a Monopoly game? How can you taunt your family members with cold hard blue, yellow, and red cash?

Ooooookay. Well, I guess they managed to make shaving a beaver not exactly dirty. But still...

These super high res pics are always pretty cool. Check out Sydney by night...but forget looking into people's rooms to see some nudity. I already checked. Nada.

This isn't making marriage look any more palatable.

Awww...this dog reminds me of my old dog VJ. He wouldn't stop humping everything in sight either.