Can you hear that collective

Can you hear that collective sigh of pleasure? That would be New Yorkers, exhaling a long, dreary winter and breathing in the goddamn 65-degree, verifiable spring day outside. It feels good to bare my knees to the world once again and to be able to walk several feet at a time without wondering if I’m going to die from hypothermia right there in front of Duane Reade. My mind is too scattered to put together a good post, for you so we’ll work with a list. Everyone likes lists, right? Right!

Creepiest thing I’ve seen all week.

Most mind-sucking word game (librarians should kick some ass here).

Google image game. Fun, except when you know the answer is “Sigourney Weaver,” but can’t seem to spell that first name right.

Yoga is for everyone, even Sir Rascus and Commando Duke.

Abby sent me this link to a pasta beehive. Filled with meat.

I liked this little riddle, though I totally didn’t get it right.

Crazy Legs gave Krista a copy of his documentary that we’re going to watch this weekend. Keep your eye on Krista’s blog for an exciting story around obtaining the documentary. Key element: clear plastic heels.

Most inspirational "I'm getting healthy" post I've read in a long time. Good job, Ariel! And check out her gorgeous bento boxes, that I'm so very in awe of.

Lost was very good last night, yes? So good, I may slink back to Warm Glow and post all the tidbits that Real Girl has been emailing me all morning. Detailed maps, Nadia sightings, the whole bit. You may ask why Real Girl doesn’t just write those posts, and for that I have no answer except the one time I brought it up she got all disappointed and insisted that she would only be entertained if I glued it all together and posted it. Aw! But seriously, it’s all her work.

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