So the infinite knowledge base that is my elevator just informed me that one of NYC’s mammoth shopperies had windows designed to reflect the five elements: earth, wind, water, fire, and light. Since when are there five elements? If you do a quick Google search of five elements, you get a lot of differing opinions. Some seem to say wood (isn’t wood part of earth?) is the fifth element. Some metal. Fifth Element the movie seemed to think love was it and Captain Planet seemed to agree stating that the fifth element was heart. I am so confused.

Longest. Blog.  Title.  Ever.  Okay that’s probably not true, but at the behest of a certain someone, I would like to invite you all to examine the difference in the relief efforts in San Diego with those in New Orleans following Katrina.  I mean there are differences in the diasters and the spread of them and I would also believe in the population density of the areas that the disasters hit, but still, Qualcomm Stadium is handing out back rubs and turning away supplies ’cause they have too many.  Quite different.  Whatever card you want to play feel free to play it, but there are all sorts of differences in the demographics of the two areas that could provide fuel to the fire (a figurative one, not the literal one).

Just reading this headline: Baboon adopts chicken is enough to make your brain explode. And though the article doesn’t give us too much information (How much information can you have about a baboon adopting a chicken?), it does give us this gem:

But I am not sure how long this affair would last, because baboon may finally realize this is food.

I’m unsure why I find that so funny. But on a day when I have a large black eye* and I’m stuck in my office with a headache and the likes, I’ll take what I can get.

*From basketball as opposed to drunken debauchery.

I got stuck in this cafe.

This is a funny little tidbit I found in the NY Times about a unique punishment for naughty police officers in Bangkok. (What’s the capital of Thailand? Bangkok. *punches you in nuts*) Pink Hello Kitty armbands to the offending police officers. Intriguing I say. I think all police forces should look into such measures. Maybe you can get the police in line that way. Maybe have full pink uniforms ready. Intriguing. Or if not pink, fully sequined. In the words of Phil Sebben: “HA HA!”

Now, do you think Hello Kitty actually paid to have their armbands on police officers? Or did the police have to pay for the patent?

Doing my daily look through fashion and Hollywood and all the other junk out there, I stumbled across this Jezebel report on a Glamour article (so if you’re keeping track I’m a blog blogging about another blog’s blog on an article). The story involves a 20 year old’s egg being stored in a 30 year old’s uterus so that a 40 year old rich woman could have some sort of child. WHAT?

Okay, going past the insanity of how this was accomplished, how do you explain this to the child? If I’m supposed to be looking into the future here, I am seriously worried about what happens when this kid turns let’s say 12-14 and starts asking some serious questions. It’s one thing to say “Kid, you were adopted.” That’s a somewhat understandable concept, but “Kid, you are basically the product of an insane experiment to get a perfect baby (or whatever the reasoning was)” is a bit harder to swallow. Imagine the kid asking where do babies come from. Yikes. CRAZY.

Note: Beef with the cover over there. Haven’t we already asked and answered those 10 questions about sex like 40 times?

Just wanted to pass along a cool site I stumbled across through Deadspin. The one I liked the most is when they invert the world and make water land and land water. Really makes you think. Kind of.

Wow. Some things are just really weird. I think there are definitely some explanations for this furry grim reaper as they call it. Learned behavior is definitely one. It’s like when my cat sees me sit down at a computer or something like that, it always jumps up on the desk or table. Or if a newspapers open even if no one’s reading it, the cat will lie across it. Cats are definitely keen observers of human behavior, but still this Oscar fellow still weirds me out.  My question would be, does he get every death on the floor?  Like every time someone’s close to dying, does the cat come in?  Or does he just get those 23 out of however many bit the dust?  Interesting nonetheless.

I just got into the office from taking the notary public exam, and let me just say, for a notary public exam room, there was a shocking number of good looking women. So yeah, 9:30 am on Wednesdays at 123 William Street. Check it out.

My elevator informed me this morning that if you took all the world’s Play-Doh (not including the amounts eaten I’m assuming) and piled it all together, it would way as much as 2,000 Statues of Liberty. Why someone took the time to compute this? I don’t know. Statisticians must be very bored.