But, um, when the actual name of your company is "Natural Selection Foods"…

Book stuff all day today.  But more videos coming next week.  So there’s that.

In fact, the man who diagnosed Terri Schiavo via videotape even says it’s

Not sure I buy that.  But it is reassuring that apparently at least one person in Washington has actually dealt with an HMO.

CuteOverload is suddenly celebrating the dik-dik, which probably makes the poor confused thing feel popular enough to go out in public again:

Dik-diks, as you can see, are the supermodel of the tiny ungulate world, always looking in mirrors to make sure their eyes are still huge and their necks are properly slender, and never really listening to anything the pudus (or anyone else) are saying, and then they wonder at the end of the night why they’re the hottest girl in the room and yet none of the guys want to talk to them.  Poor things.

Pudus usually wind up driving them home, rolling their eyes, wondering how to get the smell of liquor out of the car, and insisting to themselves that this is the last time.

Which of course it isn’t.

Incidentally, here are some wild dik-diks my friend Chris photographed in Kenya last year:

Experts can tell they’re not city dik-diks simply by the lack of false eyelashes.

I thought I saw this in "The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou."

I guess some Aussies are no more rational in grief than anyone else.

And this sort of irrational need for vengeance in no way explains the once-broad support for the invasion of Iraq.  Not one bit.