I'm at "that" age, where my friends are pairing off, two by blissfully wedded two, and as a result I've looked at more wedding porn than a girl who's not planning her own black-tie money bonfire should have to.
And then I found this.
Suddenly, I feel a little bit better about the upcoming wedding season. But, frankly, would feel even better if I had any hope of attending a ceremony where a bride and groom cut into this:
A couple weeks ago, I heard tell of www.flightlipdub.com, which was basically a contest to see who could best lip-synch the Flight of the Conchords song “Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros.” I decided to do it because (a) I have recently aquired a retardedly-expensive video-camera and some editing software, (b) I needed an excuse to learn how to better use them, and (c) I have a friend with a chicken suit.
This graffiti on the seat in front of me on this morning's commuter rail pretty much says it all: