I wonder how this Lego model does in crash tests?

…you make a replica of your manager’s car with 200,000 Lego bricks. I found this bit of trivia and thought it was hysterical. The link brings you to the story of workers at Legoland and their ingenious practical joke.

But my DVR can only record 2 shows at a time! What's a Real Shut-In of New York supposed to do?

…the number of hours you spend watching “reality” TV shows” supersedes the numbers of hours you spend dealing with reality. Not guilty on this count, although I watched a few seasons on American Idol when I was lonely and depressed. It didn’t help. This link brings you to a horrifyingly long list of reality shows that are produced–almost as terrifying as the word “horrifyingly.”

And there's talk about the details later, too. And they wonder why I've developed a shy sphincter.

…you are more concerned about the frequency and quality of your pet’s bowel movements than you are about the national debt. Guilty! Scrappy’s poop habits are of the utmost importance to me. But so is the economy–those poop-bags aren’t going down in price. Click on the link. The U.S. debt clock is enough to scare the crap out of you. I wish Scrappy was better at understanding economics (our walks would be more efficient).

I am shocked, dismayed, and overwhelmed! Or I am shocked, delighted and overwhelmed!

…a suspicious report that the Oxford comma rule has changed sets your Twitter-Bug fingers flying to express your outrage or your accolades in a Twit-Fest frenzy. It’s a good thing you’re limited to only how many characters to express your deepest thoughts on such weighty matters? Being a lover of language, grammar excites me. (Hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t reveal something so intimate about me…) This news story caught my eye. If you’re intrigued about the proper use of commas in listing adjectives, click on the link! I’m not going to spoil it for you.

Just a little Friday Fun for you, from me…