Mike DeWolfe : The Daily Edition

The world needs more pink gorillas:

Is it my imagination or does Matt from Hell's Kitchen look like David Berkowitz (aka the Son of Sam). I wonder: could there be a cooking show in the future? Maybe sponsored by Soylent Green. Watch out Gordon Ramsey...

Shortly before the Chinese earthquakes hit, people started seeing peculiar multi-colored clouds in the sky. Weird, huh?

I was trolling through Digg (Digg is great: if cows could use the Internet, we would have had Digg 10 years ago.). I found these two stories on the same page. Cause? Effect? You tell me. Food With Urine Two major supermarkets were cordoned off by police today after a man shocked shoppers by allegedly spraying urine on the food. The raider entered Morrisons in Glevum Way, Gloucester at around 11.20am and fired a "foul-smelling substance" - thought to be urine - on meat, salad and fruit. He fled the store and went to Tesco four miles away in Quedgeley, where he again terrified customers and staff by spraying the fluid on produce. Food Gets Thrown Out Americans waste about 20% of their food. You know: if someone sprayed my food with urine, I would toss all of it out.

Ted Kennedy is in hospital and things look grave. Reporters are circling the carcass. Shrillary is fixed on CNN.com waiting to see Obama's super-delegate count drop by one should Kennedy die.

I am stuck like a dim drop of blood hung in mid-air in Nightwatch's Gloom. Nothing changes. There's this great bit that I keep going back to from Bruce Sterling's Schismatrix: they found an immortality serum and administered it to test mice. Three hundred years later, one of the mice is still alive scurrying around his cage. The protagonist lifts the cage away from the mouse and it keeps tracing out the confines of the cage, pulling itself up imaginary bars. It is so used to the cage, so locked into its patterns that it cannot deviate: the bars are hardwired into its brain. We've been stuck in our transitional house for seven years-- the shit hole between rental and a real house. I am tired of pretending that will change; so I've picked up a Judo master's skill of taking a fall, so that when I trip over piles of crap or cables or toys, I don't break anything. Really, I shouldn't bother: that would be something new. For that reason alone, I should be cava...

This is either CGI or 500 yrs. of practice. I'm betting on the latter: More videos from the "Contagious" channel at Heavy.com