I love the zoo. And you can visit the zoo too, without leaving home:
See the naked mole rats.
And the black footed ferrets.
And the cheetahs.
And the kiwis.
And the gorillas.
The National Zoo has a bunch of these. Maybe I’ll post another set later, if people enjoy these….
–nadj
EWWW! Yet another flip thing I just don’t understand.
–gnad
So, I’ll admit it. Andy and I Tivo American Idol. Before you get all judgmental–keep in mind I currently have the ability to Tivo three channels at once. Yes, I know…I am a dork.
ANYHOW, Tivo-ing dreck like this means you get to only watch the ten minutes of entertainment that are dispersed through the total two hours of crap. (There were also previews for the new Hellboy and Batman movies, as an added bonus).
For your viewing pleasure, I present the most entertaining four minutes of last night’s American Idol finale:
I believe Robert Downey Jr. is the best dancer, personally. He’s the only one who doesn’t look like he still has a coat hanger inside his suit jacket.
–nadj
All-star friend of CIBB/gnadj.com SueB226 is truly one with the creepily intimate:
The tongues freak me out so much I can’t watch all of it :_
SueB226, what is this video trying to say?
–gnad
There’s a new Ridiculous or Creepy Poll up at my other blog. Stop by for some weirdness.
–nadj
0>w/hole>1 posted a “musical moment” composed of recent CIBB posts. Check it out at his blog.
–nadj
an oldie but goodie (gosh I watched this one b4 there ever was a YouTube):
–gnad
My iTunes, set on shuffle mode, played “WAKE UP, NEMECEK!” (I didn’t know iTunes found it) followed by Toni Basil’s “Mickey”. Random coincidence? I think not.
–gnad
p.s. I know this would have been better if the Spanish version of “Mickey” played instead, but alas it did not.
This Sunday my ATM card fell out of my pocket and I knew exactly where I must have dropped it. I walk back to this place (with dog in tow) and see it’s not there. I walk up and down, up and down this tiny street–no find. I ask Sparky to help me look; he can’t find it either. The bank is nearby so I go in person to report the card lost and to get a new one in the mail. 30 minutes later I get a call from a guy who found my name, address, and phone number on the internet (eek!) who found my ATM card and will kindly meet me nearby to give me the card. When we meet I realized we had already passed each other by on the street where I lost it earlier. He said he’s been walking up and down, up and down this street too to find the owner of the card. My picture is on the damn card. I appreciate that my card fell into the hands of a kind, thoughtful person, but, Augh 
-gnad
If you haven’t bought/listened to/stolen this album, then you need to do it immediately. Otherwise, I’m going to keep posting Flight of the Conchords tracks until you give in.
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