Think of the children?

I saw a commercial a few minutes ago for The King's Speech. The commercial first boasted of the film's many Academy Award nominations, which I expected. The commercial then stated that the film was, "now rated PG-13." From this, I assumed that the movie had been re-cut as a way to potentially achieve a wider audience, which a step over to Wikipedia supported. The commercial concluded by saying that because of the re-cut, the film could now enjoyed by, "the whole family."

I was not aware that PG-13 had become the standard rating for family pictures.

I am a Consumer Whore #3

I have developed a habit of taking ZonePerfect bars with me to work and occasionally snacking on them around the house. I'm not convinced that they really count as food, but they taste good enough to be eaten regularly, they have a long shelf life, and they don't make me feel as sick as vending machine candy. They're also probably a more nutritious snack than the salt & vinegar potato chips of which I just compulsively ate a handful while trying to finish this paragraph.

Around Christmas (note: I've been meaning to post this for about two and a half months now), I discovered that my latest box of substitute food contained a coupon for a dollar off "New" Cookie Dough ZonePerfect bars. I have long held the opinion that nutrition bars are always going to taste funny and that any attempt to change that will either fail or result in something that is no longer nutritious. Therefore, the idea of combining a nutrition bar with cookie dough seemed preposterous to me.

I am intrigued by the preposterous.

Grumble complain

I received a phone call earlier tonight informing me that the moon was at its closest proximity to the earth, an occurrence most people only have one or two opportunities to observe in their lifetimes.

It's very cloudy here.

Dick Vitale on Derrick Nix

"He likes to eat, baby."

From my notes #5

Earlier today, I posted a post in which I posted that it would hopefully be the last post in which I would post a collection of one-liners copied from a notebook. A few hours later, I found another collection of notebooks in one of my other moving boxes.

No, I still haven't unpacked most of my stuff. That should tell you how useful most of it is.

Anyway, here's the very last round of old lecture note snippets.

From my notes #4

As I noted in a recent post, I have a collection of old class notebooks dating back five years that I somehow still haven't thrown out. To encourage myself to get rid of them, I went through all of them and copied anything that was remotely funny into a text file. Here are the highlights (or, if you prefer, "highlights"):

Excuse me, I'd like to make a withdrawal

Due to the combination of moving and a blizzard, I was without home internet access on my PC for about a week. By the end of the first day, I realized that I was addicted to the internet. After the third day, wherein I found myself idly browsing sports blogs on my phone rather than, say, sleeping, I realized that the addiction was hopeless. Someone, being able to get on the internet while at work and at the Starbucks a thousand or so feet from my door and on my phone wasn't enough for me.

To combat my addiction, I am posting on my bl– ah, crap.