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Those are beach balls swinging from a tree. 

This site will make you cry. But good tears, good tears.

It discusses the truest core behind web2.0 and the design elements that go along with it. The whole page just defines the movement.

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Last night, I saw The History Boys. I was excited by the trailer. Watching the movie made me reminisce about the crazy academic cramming sessions in college. It is a movie version of a play done by the same actors. It had surprises in it that I didn’t expect based on the trailers (which is good). The story revolves around a small graduating class studying for college entrance exams, as well as the relationships they had amongst themselves as well as their teachers.

The story sounds pretty simple (what was Station Agent about again?), but it is indeed compelling. For anyone who has applied to college, go see this movie.

I post the blog articles that matter most to my reader’s demographics. That’s why I am now telling you about the new SUV that Lamborghini is coming out with.

It looks pretty cool looking (in an Inspector Gadget kind of way). For me, it’s too cartoonish to be cool looking, and with what looks like a very small door with no handles for the back seats (like the nonsense Honda Element type), I can’t help but think it’s still something barely comfortable for two people.

It sort of reminds me of the magazine I used to read back in the day called something like Car-toons.

By the way, did I mention that it looks cartoonish?

So we saw the Rocky movie screening last week. It was a little bit lame. I saw more action watching in the opening credits of Zoolander than I did in the entire Rocky movie. I can’t quite get over how old Stallone really is, but in this movie, you begin to accept that he’s now pushing 60. Was it weird to watch him perform as a boxer? Yeah. I was pretty impressed at some of his senior citizen exercises, but about 30 minutes into the movie, I thought I had been watching for nearly an hour. That’s just not good.

Cool things in the movie?
- The dude who can take different powers in the series Heroes plays Stallone’s very believable son.
- Blue is my favorite color and I remember there was some room that had a wall painted blue.

Bad news about Rocky?
- The story.
- The slowness of the movie.
- The lack of action.
- Too much music video-like shots during the boxing confused me.
- Stallone’s old coach is now a bitter old man with no real story line attributes, did he really need to be in the story still?
- The wavering decision the movie gives us about Rocky’s opponent, Mason–is he a nice guy who is returning to his roots or is he all ego?
- Rocky’s opponent’s name: Mason “The Line” Dixon. Seriously.
- Many more things.
- Chris Hayward, the scribe behind Rocky and Bullwinkle, died last month.

Utterly useless (for now), but cool nonetheless.

Google Mars. Not maps, but mars.

Interesting, as the last thing I wrote here was how slowly the week was going by. Then, later that night, a cough. Then the next morning, nausea. Then more coughing and nausea. Then dizziness. Then no breathing through the nose.

Several days of being sick, and of course, I was trying to setup an appointment with my new doctor who suddenly can’t see me because she is moving out of the city. So after some self-diagnosis, I believe I came up with the flu. I had all the symptoms (and as of this writing, still do)–the soreness, the coughing, the dizziness, the emptying of two brand name tissue boxes.

So late last week, I refilled a prescription for some drug that was completely irrelevant to the flu and headed over to Walgreen’s to pick it up. That way, after buying some Day-Quil and cough medicine only to find out that my diagnosis was wrong, the trip wouldn’t be a total loss.

I also prescribed myself with staying at home, playing some videogames (like being almost done with the crazy long Godfather game and getting even dizzier playing Super Bust-a-move). As the time at home continued, so was my productivity. Thanks to my fiancee, I also finished vacuuming some over the cabinet kitchen mess and fixing the toilet. All the while, doing a fairly decent job of avoiding all phlegm-producing foods. Sheesh–even seeing the word spelled is gross.

Phlegm.

What I originally thought I was going to do this past weekend (go to see the fresh snow at Big Bear) instead became a stuck-at-home-in-front-of the-TV-watching-all-the-Blockbuster-movies-and-whatever-Christmas show-I-happened-to-record-with-my-girlfriend marathon. Who, by the way, has managed (by the skin of her teeth) to resist the virus.

During the time of staying at home, I remained unkempt, growing a trace of what may very well be a moustache. Wow. I’m almost thirty and I’ve never really had one. Am I going to follow through with it this time around?

I’ll let you know in a week.

This is only Tuesday in what quite possibly may be the longest week my mind has ever experienced.