Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

Sure, it sounds like the reference librarian is playing regular piano jazz very quietly at the reference desk.

And then you realize she's singing very quietly, under her breath, "When I am King you will be first against the wall...."

(I'd like to dedicate this idea to mrmoonpants, long may she reign.)

Here, have some Brad Mehldau goodness. If you click through to the YouTube page, it will start you on a whole playlist of Mehldau. His "50 Ways To Leave Your Lover" is not to be missed. Neither is his "Black Hole Sun." I want to BE this guy.



Commenters on some of these tracks say things like "I had no idea Black Hole Sun had such jazz chords, until I listened to this version!" Really? I always thought I knew very little about jazz but oh, I can hear those things-- ask havenstone about my tendency to sing jazz scat harmony over top of "Head Like A Hole."

I just got my mortgage commitment letter package. Yay!

They got the purchase price wrong. Again. Boo.

Edit: was so tired I was confusing purchase price with loan amount. New loan amount is near old purchase price, so I thought they'd messed it up. Once I figured THAT out I realized I was so tired I should go back to bed. Oy.

This is why you use gloves and a wooden wedge to handle supermagnets.

I'm kinda proud of This ranked list of must-hear Jonathan Coulton songs I just wrote for OutlawRadio.

He does good stuff that didn't make that list, because there is a significant sentimental-value factor at work when I think about his stuff. Make your own and let's compare!

Oz the cat has a trick. I just caught him at it.

I sorta knew, vaguely, that sometimes the mug of water beside my bed isn't there in the morning. I sorta realized that it couldn't be me drinking it, that I therefore had to presume either I was flailing or the cat was knocking my mug over, and that this was a big problem if, say, I put my laptop on the floor when I fall asleep every night. But I always go to sleep with a mug of water by the bed, and my brain doesn't entirely connect with the fact that sometimes it's gone in the morning, because there hasn't been a puddle.

Just now, I heard a clunk in my sleep, realized the cat was standing on the bed at my left elbow facing my bedside table, and went from ZZZZzzzz to Gee-Oz-just-knocked-over-my-mug-on-my-power-supply in less than 5 seconds. Thank goodness there was a towel nearby in a pile of laundry and I could find it without turning on the light. Thank goodness I had put the actual computer under the table, and the water mostly hit empty space. Oh, my poor copy of Cetaganda.

Oz thinks it's awesome that his human got up at 5 AM, and has run wildly about the apartment a few times and then gone back to sniffing the roses in the vase on the kitchen table. Like you do when you're a cat trying to look innocent. He has tried to get back on the bed a few times, but he's still in "fun" mode, so he took off the millisecond I started to shove him off the bed, for more crazy running around.

Grrrrrr. He knocked it right on my slippers, too.

A look at the Ohio BMV custom license plate committee, and what they will and will not pass.

I giggled a lot. My brother says he wants plates that say WTFPWND.

http://webcomicsweekend.com/ is awesome. Who's going?

Last year's addictive power pop song.

It won an MTV award of some sort for being addictive. Best use of a riding lawn mower I have ever seen in a music video.

Will this be next?



Screw that, it's the next for me, and I'm happy with that. (So if you need to share your "OMGIHATETHESEPOPSTARS" kindly do it elsewhere.) Also, Katy Perry is adorable and yes, I would kiss her.

(PS: Thank you sstrickl for help with the German!)

I would post, but it would be pretty identical to my mood last Tuesday morming, when I was tired and working on getting a mortgage and blasting "Take Your Mama Out" repeatedly. Really, it's the same thing today.

I know a lot of you read Cute Overload regularly anyway, but I have to say that I am completely captivated by the slow loris:



If I had it to do over again, I might call myself technoloris or something.