You want some spackle with that six-pack?

“Do me a solid”

Maybe it’s just me, but whenever I hear someone say this phrase, I imagine I’m 4 years old in the restroom of some amusement park and my mom is trying to get me to take a shit.

Which reminds me of one of my favorite (fake?) country-western song titles:  “If I Can’t Be Your Number One, Then Number Two on You.”

Watch House

This is really a great show. Easily my favorite on television right now. It uses a somewhat predictable yet always entertaining format within each episode (a la Law and Order, or The Closer), while slowly evolving and revealing the characters over the longer term.

And a child shall lead them

2007’s greatest innovation

I’d probably have to go with the Instant Replay button on my Comcast remote control. Punch it and you instantly jump back about 10 seconds.

Perfect for sports highlights caught with just the corner of your eye or indicated only by the roar of the crowd as you look up from your HungryMan to see you missed it. It’s also an excellent solution to otherwise ill-fated attempts to hit the “Play” button at exactly the right time after fast-forwarding through commercials.

In fact, it’s so good, I find myself reaching for it when I’m not even watching television, wishing I could apply it to the car radio, conversations, that image of the cute girl getting on the bus…

State of becoming

One rendition of the concept of “superposition” in quantum physics allows (demands) that an object which might be in one of two states is actually in both states until it is “observed” from the outside, at which point it collapses into one state or the other.  It is really a state of pure potential, a state of becoming, rather than one of static definition.  Sounds like it would be both exciting and stressful.

It also sounds a lot like childhood (or even college).  How can it not be a sad day when we wake up to realize that we’ve “been observed”?  That the cat has been let out of the box and we’ve collapsed into static definition?

Or is it really never too late?