I thought coxbox was funny...

I was up late watching some Olympics action live from Athens and I happened upon an event called (and I kid you not because I couldn't even make this stuff up) "coxless pairs men." Sounds like an ill-conceived gay porn. What do ya'll think? Rowing - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia offers their take on this event.

Chenglico

In honor of the three bloggers who are going abroad, I have founded a new country, Chenglico.

In the Olympic spirit I thought I would try to set a new world record of my own:
So I dont want to be too presumptuous, because the day isn't over but it looks pretty good so far. This morning at 8:15 I came in for work and did not see anyone that I usually work around, so I just went into my office and closed the door. When I left for lunch I again didn't say anything to anyone, nor when I returned. Its 3:20 now, and I am hoping that I can make it the entire day without speaking to anyone in my office even once. Its a modest goal, but at least for this week its the most exciting thing i've got going.

PS: These are some of Andy's favorite verses for the Indian song. I thought we should all reflect on it, in anticipation of him becoming Chinese. (I know they dont rhyme or follow any rhythem whatsoever, thats part of their appeal).

Hey Mr. Indian
We Gave you blankets
You think white man nice
but the SmallPox is killing you.

Hey Mr. Indian
Sell me your land.
Here's some plastic beads
Now go die please.

Hey Mr. Indian
We killed your buffalo
Now you must
die or run a Casino.

Hey Mister Indian

You're so stupid.
You have red skin
And you're dead.