I don't know if it's the real Mario Balotelli that I've been following on Twitter. If it is, I hope I can someday thank the person who introduced him to it. It's been one of the more entertaining Twitter feeds I've followed in a while. 

Now that I've been blogging semi-regularly on Music & Jjigae and because that blog is such a crap shoot, it's been fun following what's drawn people to the blog. So far, the most popular one has been my Rick Steve's post, but I routinely get people coming to the site from a review I did of Mama's restaurant in SF in 2010. The one I posted last night got a couple of hits from Benedict Cumberbatch searches, which I find moderately entertaining.

Speaking of which, I think the insult "butt" should go back in style. It's so delightfully pre-teen.

I must say, however, I have two favorites. There's some search in Russian, which I imagine has to be related to the Russia picture that I posted at some point. The best one is that because I did a concert review of a New Pornographers show at some point, I got a hit for pornographic images. 

I hate how good fries are. Why can't they taste bad? Life would be so much easier if they did.

I saw a live scoring of Buster Keaton and Fatty Arbuckle shorts last night. Scored by Tune-Yards. It was kind of awesome. Those old films were so funny. So much fun and the Castro Theater is gorgeous.

Happy Earth Day.

I excitedly started telling Chris earlier today about how nice things because it's been a year since I had to worry about finals.

Then, I remembered that I've spent the whole last week freaking out and hustling to get this programming final done, working, and turned in.

Guess times haven't changed.

In any case, I'm done now. Yay! One less thing to worry about.

Still doing that Eowyn's Challenge thing, but I hadn't entered three entries. These days, I only am really able to do walk/runs/hikes 2 or 3 times a week. The other days are doing weights at the gym, elliptical, walking the treadmill, or doing whatever exercise comes to mind. Sometimes swimming.

In any case, apparently I hit the 200 mile mark some time last week. For reference in the book, I'm somewhere in the Marshes. I don't know. Am in some stretch of the book where they do a lot of camping. I think one of the next big highlights is Sam singing a song. I think it's going to be another 100 miles before anything interesting happens again.

Whoever keeps on setting off fireworks in this area really needs to stop. I have to console the brave dog every time this happens.

Being that I've had generally good experiences meeting celebrities and/or people I idolize, I was kind of disappointed to find out that Benedict Cumberbatch (Sherlock) was kind of a butt.

I actually got myself to go kickboxing today. It hurts. I'm sore. And I looked so gross leaving the gym. Yet, somehow, I feel great. I should do this more often.

Why did it take me so long to start listening to the Magnetic Fields? Bought their most recent album on a whim and I think I'm in love.