Kent Brockman on The Simpsons tonight*:
But seriously, Hannah Rosin wrote a great article I enjoyed today -- a very, very lazy Sunday which is why I'm still awake now -- about breast feeding and how and why moms have become fascist about doing it. As far as topics which probably couldn't impact my less, breast feeding is probably in the Top 10; however, reading well-written, thought-provoking articles that really don't have anything to do with you are what Sundays are for. The Sunday New York Times used meet this purpose, allowing me to read articles about places I'll never go, plays I'll never see, topics that will never impact my life, and politicians I'll never vote for in places I'll never go. Today, I did it with my iPhone, proving something we all knew:
I'm part of the newspaper business problem, not the solution.
And back to breasts but not for their baby-nourishing purpose, I had another thought this morning about jugs/melons/boobs/tits that is more Logopolis-like and perhaps I'll get to later this week. What a tease! It involves Ann Jillian and was provoked by watching this:
YouTube is also an awesome thing for Sunday brunch for your brain, but it can mean that songs like this will be stuck in your head all day. But anyone who's young and healthy knows that that's the way the traffic flows
* Tied for perhaps the best line of the night with as the nun said to Lisa who went under cover to find Maggie when Homer accidentally left her at the convent's doorstep, regardomg abandoned babies:
Next week's nine months after the prom. We'll be up the rafters in them.