And They're Off

We get into some pretty awesome discussions at the museum.

Mostly because our building houses some of the most brilliant minds in the Midwest. (I’ve also said that it’s “where old hippies come to die”, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less brilliant).

Today’s topic:

If you had a race-horse, what would you name it?

Here are my favorites of the day

•Fancy Lady (an old-timey term for a prostitute)
•Goodnight Mush (a la the childhood favorite “Goodnight Moon”)

Let me stop you right there, Don.

I leased a new car today!

The whole time I was sitting in Salesman Don’s office, this song was reeling through my head.

The whole time.

I’m not even kidding.

Clubbin'

There’s a car in the parking lot right now that has The Club hooked to its steering wheel. This particular model is delightfully chrome-clad.

It made me want to smash the window, steal The Club, but leave the rest of the car untouched.

Sidebar— do they really still make The Club? That fact in itself just tickles me

You're a Good Man, Ben Brown

Dear Ben Brown,

I have no idea who you are. But your music keeps showing up in my iTunes. I’ve been listening to it. And I think you’re groovy.

You probably live in my apartment complex.

I hope you’re not the guy with the chrome Club.

It's hard to know where you stand with a cactus

This is, by far, the funniest SNL skit I’ve seen in a very long time.