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Romeo & Juliet would have had issues much like these kids, I’d think.

They way I imagine this happening
Scene: A junior exec from KM Communications is trying to bond with his teenage sons over a “meal” from Wendy’s, since he’s never learned to cook and hasn’t introduced his girlfriend to the boys yet out of fear that they would tell his ex-wife about her.
Dad: Hey! I’ve been put […]

This month’s issue of Wired (to which I have recently (re)subscribed for almost entirely different reasons than I did in the 90s) has a cover story by Gary Wolf called Battle of the New Atheism. The so-called “New Atheism” is, in particular, the brand of atheism espoused by Richard Dawkins whose latest book is called […]

Google has updated Reader and it’s the tits. They even added “Mark all as read” functionality, finally!
Watch those dudes with Wayne for a middle name. (The sample set is from Texas, where I imagine Wayne is a common middle name — I’d guess this is a geographical phnomenon.)
The iPod has begun to “develop and […]

So… Remember the Autistic Quotient thingy? Well, that post got a trackback from this post discussing it in comparisson to a couple of similar personality tests called EQ (empathizing quotient) and SQ (systemizing quotient). I took those, and here’s what I got:

Here are your EQ SQ results:
EQ: 33 SQ: 86
The important factor to consider is […]

Hi, my name is Jake, and I yawn like a wookiee.
This hasn’t always been the case, but for the past couple years my yawns (and still not all of the time, but it seems to be more often than not nowadays) have born an erie similarity to Chewbacca’s throaty growl/howl.
I wish I could claim this […]

Matt: what would you put on a mix tape for Jesus?
Matt: first song
Matt: ‘South of Heaven”
Jake: Jesus Built My Hot Rod
Matt: “Spirit in the Sky”
Jake: followed by Satan Is My Motor
Matt: “I saw your mommy and your mommy’s dead”
Jake: last song: Sheep Go to Heaven (Goats Go to Hell)
Matt: nice touch
Matt: I think Super Trouper […]

I think if I was the type of performer who needed a made-up name — like, say, a rollergirl, burlesque dancer, rapper, or pro wrestler — I’d want my name to be Felonious Monk.
I’d wear a porkpie hat and Ray-Ban shades and grow my goatee out long and pointy.
That’d be a trip, daddy-o.
What about you?