Killing Time

Last night, and for about the past week, I've been kept up with an insane itch from a third world-type illness. All my family have been treated, but I am told the itch can go on for days and weeks. For the first time I am putting out a public plea for shipment of a bottle of Calomine lotion rather than a bottle of Scotch.

In an effort to take my mind off it so I don't rip myself to shreds, I've been doing a lot of surfing in the wee hours of the morning. There are a lot of Flash-based YouTubey videos out there, and some of them are incredibly interesting as they provide an insight into what makes some minds tick.

I have restrained myself from embedding these in my posts for two reasons. First off, I don't mind writing if I am in the mood, and to provide a digital canvas for self-expression (read "rant") is why I started this in the first place. Secondly, for my readers with limited bandwidth, watching a 3-minute video is at least 10 minutes of herky jerky buffering and play. Sort of akin to watching a stripper with intermittent narcolepsy.

But I cannot resist sharing with you this Rube Goldberg-like creation of epic proportions - over 3 minutes all shot within the confines of one house. Although I haven't counted I estimate their are over 75 different stages to this masterpiece.

So enjoy this while I run off to the store for some 80 grit sandpaper for tonight.


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