Yahoo! 360 4, Runonsentence 0

I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm feeling much more inspired these days to post to my Y! 360 blog. I like the sense of community. Ok? I admit it!

Anyways, come on over and check it out. E-mail me for an invite.

I'm still grappling with the multiple blogs thing -- but I felt that this entry was important enough to post in both places.

Monkeys Are Celebrities, Too

Last week we ran my favorite video of all-time on the SBC Y! portal. From ABC, the segment detailed a study with my favorite animal of all-time: the monkey. In the study, a group of monkeys were deprived of food for a few days, and then given the option of either drinking their favorite beverage (cherry juice) -- or looking at photos of what would be considered "celebrity" monkeys. The so-called celebrity monkeys were dominant, powerful, high-ranking monkeys. They were mostly male.

(You see where I'm going with this.)

When given a choice between sustenance and "celebrities," the monkeys chose celebrities.

And yes, they also ran a "control group" portion of the study where a different group of monkeys were shown photos of weaker, normal, non-powerful peers. Those monkeys drank the cherry juice.

I feel totally vindicated. Who can argue with primal urges? And even better: Unlike the monkeys, most of the celebrities we ogle in magazines are women! Evolution! Hooray.

How long is the statute of limitations for:

Being invited to your friend's boss's million-dollar beach house, making up drinking games to "Top Gun," drinking to one "Maverick" too many, getting on a scooter, falling down, tearing your ACL and generally making a huge mess of things?

For future reference, it's 2 years and 4 months.

At first, it was a little weird, returning to the scene of the crime. And then, it was just really, really, really fun. This time I managed to stay injury-free -- but Montine was not so lucky. Thankfully, a few band-aids fixed her up right good. "That house has a thirst for blood," Jess pointed out on Monday.

The beach itself was much kinder, offering us one mild day for walking along the water and arranging broad-jumping competitions. Interestingly, Bryan and I left in the middle of the weekend to attend a wedding -- returning in plenty of time to partake in an impromptu dance party of ridiculous proportions. A friend at work doubted the veracity of said "dance party" with such small numbers. Please! All you really need is:

Dance Party Ingredients
3 friends (can add more as party begins)
1 mix CD
1 case of PBR

Voila! Delicious.

I also finally posted a few photos from Sugar Ray's visit to Yahoo!. A much better set is available via Jess.

Oh and we went to see Bishop Allen again -- with the Canadians! -- but I didn't bring my camera this time.

Finally: Here's what we look like on the radio.

And: Will it ever stop raining in San Francisco?

Okay, so the reason the link below doesn't work was that apparently the "press release" announcing Yahoo's "secret reality TV show" was an April Fool's joke. Let me ask you:

Am I stupid?

I swear to god, even if I go to bed chanting: "Tomorrow is April Fool's. Tomorrow is April Fool's. Tomorrow is April Fool's," I will still fall for the first prank I see. Though perhaps awaking at 3:00 a.m. for Savannah/Pope watch had something to do with it. Or maybe infallible gullibility is simply endearing. Please?

Next thing you know, someone will have me believing that Yahoo! and Google are merging.

Have I finally, but unwittingly, made it to reality TV?