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Sesame Street has always been awesome. I credit Sesame Street for telling me it was ok to be different, but that it might be difficult so get your shit in order. Not in those words, specifically, but the subtext is there. I haven't watched it in years, but I might have to start, especially with all the hilarity ensuing with pop artists singing versions of their songs with muppets. I. Love. It.

Feist is All Clever with Her Counting:



1-2-3-4 Chickens just back from the shore! Wearing sunglasses! Oh my god I almost peed my pants.

REM Kicking With Some Monsters:



FURRY HAPPY MONSTERS! If this wasn't awesome I would hate it. But it is awesome. My favorite part is when they are all sad, and then all the sudden the decide to be happy again. Michael Stipe sagely consels “Come on monsters! You don't have to cry! We can be happy!” And then they all start doing that muppet dance which consists of waving their heads from side to side violently. Oh Michael Stipe, if only that worked in real life.

That Tease, The Letter Y:



Here Norah Jones was getting it on with the letter Y. And I'll tell you, wearing those tight clothes, I can see why that Y was so damn attractive. But can't she see he is clearly gay?

Sometimes I wish I had kids just so I could force them to like the things that I think are hilarious.

Shout out to two hilarious dudes who don't know who I am: Josh and Josh, from the fantastic blog Josh & Josh are Rich and Famous. They alerted me to feist counting chickens, and I am eternally grateful.

Cruel But Fair.

I would like to just be totally cruel and punishing for a moment. My friend DC Katastrophe and I drove out into darkest Virginia yesterday to rape and pillage the Target. I needed to cut the cord on my computer so that I could surf the net while eating, watching TV, or, lord yes, even using the john. God I love technology.

Ms. Katastrophe had regaled me with war stories of the difficulties of setting up this wireless router. I would be calling Verizon. I would be calling the manufacturer. I would be calling India. I would be plugging and unplugging alot of things.

As I unpacked the box, I must admit, I felt a certain trepidation. There was an awful lot of documentation. There were many phone numbers supplied to assist me in reaching the people that understood the magic that is this wireless router. There were bright red stickers that told me to not plug in this son of electronic-Beelzebub until specifically instructed to do so, lest my files become corrupted, my internet become severed, and all my days be spent in the desert of no youtube or flickr.

All that sweat on my brow was for not, as my installation consisted of the following steps:

1) plug in router.
2) plug in internet to router.
3) select name for network.
4) choose password (this took me the longest of all- i never do a good job choosing passwords, and then ten minutes later I can't remember what they are and I have to "recover" them using a baseball bat and my visa card.)
5) use internet.

That was it. So, to be cruel but fair, I must be the smartest man in the entire universe. Take that, world.