Napoleon Dynamite Party

Once a month Elaina's lab gets together to have a Dinner and a Movie night. Each month a different person hosts the event, comes up with the theme, and provides all the food. This month it was Elaina's turn.

In a stroke of genius (which happens quite a lot to these neuroscientists) Elaina decided our theme should be Napoleon Dynamite. We made steaks, ham, green bean casserole, and of course tater tots; but first, everyone had to take a "Glamour Shot" in front of a wonderful work of art. Click here for pictures.

Christopher Walken for President

I've never crapped my pants over somebody running for President before, but that's because Christopher Walken has never run for President. And if I just implied that I crapped my pants, good, because I totally did. I don't know if you know this, but Christopher Walken is one of the greatest humans on the planet. Besides killing terrorists with his bare hands and curing life-threatening diseases, he's also kicked Hitler in the face twice. I want to live in a world where the President of the United States is Christopher Walken. It might end civilization as we know it, but imagine the President saying to the British Prime Minister, "I've got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell." You can't put a price on that. Even if you tried.*

Don't know if any of this is true, but damn, that would rock.

*courtesy of The Superficial

New Couch!!

Elaina and I just moved into a new level of maturity: we bought a sofa! It's decent quality, a style called "Tahoe" from Sofa Mart (part of the Furniture Row company), and came with cute pillows.

It replaced our futon, which was the biggest eye sore in our apartment. We sold the futon today to a creepy guy with "child molester glasses" who (and I'm not kidding) has some sort of futon fetish.

Let me know what you all think of our new sofa!

The Aristocrats

There's a lot of hype about the new movie coming out called "The Aristocrats." This movie is the taping of a collection of comedians telling one joke over and over. The genius is the comedian's take on the joke.

Apparently there is an underground joke known to the best-of-the-best comedians, the beginning and ending of the joke is a constant, but the middle changes based on comedian.

But that's not it.

The gist of the joke, perhaps is only purpose, is to be as vile, crude, disgusting and perveted as humanly possible. The beginning is that a family (father, mother, son, daughter and dog) goes to a talent agency to show the agent their family act. He lets them perform--the performance is the bulk of the joke--and the joke ends by the agent asking what the act is called.

Click here for the South Park interpretation of "The Aristocrats"


Read more variations of The Aristocrats here.

Says Jim Lewis of Slate, "The joke is perfect because the joke sucks—in fact, it's nonexistent. You get to the end, and it proves to be nothing, nothing at all, but an excuse after the fact for comedians to get as stupid and as clever, simultaneously, as they possibly can."

In Memoriam: Arty the Retarded Mouse

We finally got a pet Wednesday. A mouse was born in Elaina's lab and it was different from the rest: his head was shaped like a cone, he had a buffalo hunchback, and unlike the other mice in her lab, he didn't bite you when you picked him up. That's right, he was retarded.

Instead of sacking him like the rest of her lab suggested, Elaina thought he was cute and wanted to make him happy, so she brought him home. Hence, our first pet. We named him Arty Retardy, or Arty for short.

Arty didn't eat much, so we decided to give him treats. All rodents like treats. We tried Froot Loops, Corn Pops, and cooked chicken, none of which made him happy. Finally, Elaina gave him a piece of cheese, which he leapt onto and started eating in giant chunks. Who would have thought that mice actually like cheese?

Now, Arty was developmentally mis-shaped, his little body wasn't made to last very long. Elaina wanted to give him things he couldn't have as a lab mouse. She made him a house, gave him a tube to play in, bought a toy mouse for him to cuddle, and got a plastic ball for him to roll around the apartment in.

Arty passed away this morning. We love you and miss you, Arty.

Yes, we've hopped on the bandwagon

So this morning Elaina and I were talking. We were talking about blogs... and how we're jealous everyone has one except us.

Maybe we're not the first to be hip, but whatever.

Enjoy the postings!