Two Things

Two Things:

First, I'm convinced my toilet is floating. Every time I look in it, the water is moving back and forth. It's moving slowly, but it is noticeable movement. It's hypnotic... Like a lava lamp. So today, John (yes my toilet is named John) and I were hanging out, and I noticed that I was rocking back and forth. I think I was getting sea sick from it actually. So maybe my toilet sits right on a hole in the space-time continuum, and in that hole is the ocean, and it happens to be floating on a log or something. This is of course the only possible explanation. Ever. Man, I'll rue the day the log sinks..

I fully expect John to end up like this for real. Let's hope that no one I love is on it at the time...

Second, link of the day:
From the Washington Post. This is like if you named your kid "Slomo" and he turned out to be a track star, only this is much cuter, and yet has the possibility for tragic and gruesome ending.

Maybe he's just letting him fatten up...