Answering the question “Do you speak Norwegian?” with a “Not yet.” instead of a “No.” makes people a lot happier. Social engineering rocks!

I just stepped out of my first-ever Chinese film viewing experience. It was surprisingly beautiful.

As much as I enjoy taking an hour out of my day to help them up slopes, folks on wheelchairs oughtn’t to be outside right after it’s snowed.

The screen on the new MacBook Pro is so fucking bright, it confounds its inbuilt “ambient” light sensor.

The next time I make a shopping list, I think I need to order items based on their proximity to each other in the store, not just randomly.

Anyone else find it funny that Obama pronounces “Pakistan” correctly but enunciates “Afghanistan” like an American?

Someone just told me she’s choosing the more expensive item because the savings on it are greater. Marketers rejoice!

I think the easiest solution to holding onto my most insightful and humorous thoughts is to install a whiteboard in my shower.

If women can have a range of underwear for different purposes, so can I.

With the execution of Mr. Gaeta in this week’s episode of Battlestar Galactica, is there any reason to watch the show anymore?

I live in a 2 x 2 square room with a washing machine in the corner and I still manage to lose a sock or two every laundry day.

I nearly burnt my power adapter’s wire on the stove. How it got there is not a particularly amusing story.

If I had my home-studio set up by now, I’d surely have requested her to model for me. That, and if I had the nerve.

I couldn’t help but gawk at the most perfect face I’ve ever seen on my way home from work.

You know your nails have grown a little too long when they begin to impede your typing.