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Frenchies.

This image is of an absurd aspect ratio and you'll probably need to click it to read the whole thing...



I saw this on an ebay auction just now. Not sure why, but it made me chuckle, and remember the US Swim Relay team's interview after their stunning comeback win. The Americans said something to the effect of, "We heard the Frenchies talkin' some stuff... and decided we needed to show them what's up." Why we seem to constantly hate on the French is beyond me, but I have to say, the term "Frenchy" is definitely the funniest slur of all time.

The Fantastic Mr. Fox

Is funny. Not necessarily funny for comedic value, but funny the way all Wes Anderson films are funny...

The utter randomness that makes you snicker about something like a full minute after it happened.

The use of silence.

The mastery of awkward timing.

The way he makes the most dysfunctional relationships kinda brazenly so.

Above all, I think it's funny how that can make something funny.

Soooo....

Dollhouse Season Two is dark.

I kinda love it.

The honk that launched a thousand snorts...

Some of you who knew me in my first 2 years at BYU know that I had some level of weird-romantic involvement with 4 girls in a row who were all named Melissa. You'll also know I refer to them respectively as Melissa I, Melissa II, Melissa III, and Melissa IV. Melissa 1 was just cruel, while Melissas 2-4 were all crazy. While you might guess the funniest stories are about the crazy ones (and you'd mostly be right), my lamentable relationship with Melissa I produced at least one exceptionally funny moment...

On our first date (which involved an ill-fated canoe launch in Utah Lake), I asked Melissa to tell me something funny about herself. She answered by telling me that it had only happened two times before in her life, but that when caught in a truly awful fit of laughter, she had honked. "You mean like a goose?!!!", I asked, to which she said, "Yeah, kinda... it's really loud and horribly embarrassing, but it's really only happened in front of family and they can only tease you so much." I had two immediate thoughts:

1. Her family was obviously nothing like mine, cause I guarantee if one of us ever honked, the others would never let them live it down. If we can tease you for it once, we'll tease you for it for the rest of your life.

2. It is now my foremost aspiration in LIFE to make this girl honk.

After a couple months of hanging out, we were alone in her living room. I can't even remember what we started laughing about, but it was one of those times when you think you're gonna die from the pain in your sides. I didn't even think about the honk, it was just really funny and I loved her normal, everyday laugh, a ton. Then out of nowhere I heard this huge rapid inhale and the loudest, most ungodly HAAAAWWWWNNNNKKKK you can possibly imagine. It caught me so off guard I immediately snorted super loud. Then she honked again and I snorted again. Honk, snort, honk snort, like a goose and a pig getting jiggy with each other.

We were already in pain, but this brought on another 15 minutes at least of uncontrollable, rolling-on-the-floor laughter. When we finally calmed to silence and tears of joyous pain, she just pounced on me and we made out on her floor for like an hour... which was awesome. Sometimes still, when I get in an uncontrollable spell of laughter with someone, I'll hear the honk like a ghost sound effect in my brain and nearly pee myself all over again.

My day in great detail...

Ok, so I decided I was gonna just tickle my fancy for the rest of these "in great detail" posts, cause to describe more than one day in great detail would be (a) arduous and (b) boring. Seriously, my whole year? Nobody wants to read that crap. I sure as hell don't want to write it. But I figure I could tell you about my Easter Sunday in fair detail without boring you. I think.

I woke up at 7:45am, showered and dressed in my new suit (I just bought it the other day at an incredibly bizarre store with purple velour and blue leather suits in the windows... I was very hesitant at first, but it turns out they have normal-people suits too) and picked up Danielle in Newton. We drove to an area of downtown Boston called Copley Square. We found parking quickly (and free on Sunday) had a quick breakfast and waited outside the beautiful Trinity Chapel to be let in for their Easter Mass. The service was beautiful, and the music was fantastic. Trinity has a spectacular organist and an instrument to match. It has antiphonal (at the back of the hall) pipes for the organ music equivalent of surround sound. I've always tried since my mission to take part in Holy Week with the larger Christian community in some way. Especially when we Mormons have General Conference on Easter, I feel like we tend to miss out on the tradition that most of Christianity has, of remembering the last week of Jesus mortal life, and proclaiming the joyous news of the Lord's Resurrection with our fellow Christians. After the mass we drove back to my house where my roommates had general conference up on the projector, and several friends over for a bbq. We ate good food and enjoyed the morning session. I took a nice nap between sessions, played a little guitar, then watched the afternoon session. Danielle and I then headed to an Easter dinner with the raspberry cheesecake brownies we made last night (when I say we, I mean, I bought the ingredients and Danielle did all the cooking). Dinner was great, dessert was too, and I even ended up telling the Melissa-One honking story to the sister missionaries.

Don't worry, if you're unfamiliar with that story, I'll tell it tomorrow...

Anyway, then Danielle and I finished Season One of Dollhouse... so addicting. And that was my Easter Sunday. How was yours?

Another tickler of the fancies...

A youtube video... well 4 of them.

Warning... 16th Century Adult Language.

A website...

If I'm ever a Billionaire, THIS is what I'll buy...