Best stuff I found this week.

Christmas stuff you either can't afford or shouldn't buy anyway.
Spectacular pieces of sculpture made from the incredible, edible egg.
Weekly dose of morbidity.
Humor from a master.
Do you think like a psychopath?
Video of the week: Cartman does football color commentary.


Four Replies to Such As It Is...

Aaron Shurtleff | December 24, 2007
OK, that psychopath thing wasn't fair! Just because you can tell why doesn't mean you would be like that!

Good links, though.

Steve West | December 24, 2007
So, we can all assume you got the "right" answer, psycho? And more importantly, you don't know my address, right?

Aaron Shurtleff | December 24, 2007
Would it help or hurt to say the "right" answer was obvious? :)

Steve West | December 24, 2007
My wife didn't get it at all, thank goodness. I didn't get it for two days so I guess that makes me a slow- witted psycho.


Web Junkie

Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »

Ho, Ho, Ho

I was in my car stopped at a light after going to Giant when two jokers pulled beside me and made motions for me to roll down my window. They drunkenly started shouting, "Hi, Santa! What are ya gonna bring me for Christmas this year?" Go »

The Reunion

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, “Surely I can’t look that old?” I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma which bore his full name. Go »

Post-vacation Blues

Without going into great detail, my co-workers are muddle-brained knuckleheads that make the Keystone Kops look like a Mensa meeting. Federal sanctions are not that far-fetched. Changes will be made soon. Go »

The Bus Stops Here

In Slapshot, Paul Newman encourages the minor league hockey team he captains to play like goons. The team begins to have some success and the driver of the team bus joins in the spirit of gooniness. Paul Newman approaches him while he is proceeding to smack the exterior of the bus with a sledge hammer and inquires as to what he is doing. Go »

Tale Of The Mediocre Football Fan

Last Thursday, Brenda and I went to the final preseason football game of the Washington Redskins. The game was less than meaningful (as is the nature of preseason football) because rarely do actual starters play in the final preseason game. But the tickets and parking were free (gift from a friend), and it gave Brenda and I an opportunity to have an evening for just the two of us, a rarity for most parents. Go »

Father's Day Memories

One of the greatest gifts I ever received was on my twelfth birthday. My Dad gave me a small box with a note inside. It read, “Son, this year I will give you 365 hours, an hour every day after dinner. Go »