I'm famous!

Not really. But I was on Chicago Public Radio this morning:
Me being famous.

Two disappointments

First off, I've never been a giant fan of Final Fantasy, but Final Fantasy XIII looks like it's going to absolutely reek. From Wired: [The main character, Lightning, is] backed up by her partner, Szah, who has a baby Chocobo living in his afro. Wired asks the appropriate question: [H]ow does Final Fantasy XIII address all the things that make an RPG an RPG, and not just a brief series of simple battles connected by lengthy computer-animated story sequences? Personally, I don't think the series ever has addressed those things; what has made Final Fantasy (arguably) great have been its stories, and when the story involves uncomfortably stereotypical-looking black guy with a baby magical-ostrich-bird-thing living in his oversized hairdo, well, it's time to call it quits.

Similarly, the BSG finale was ... unsatisfyingly predictable. The first hour was amazing, but the epilogue left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Happiness ...

Is getting home at 10PM and realizing that you still have a couple homemade brownies left.

Snippings from the Intarwebs

There is just too much excellent, wacky stuff out there today for me to not post links to some of it.

The best "impromptu" train station dance routine I've seen (via the always-excellent Marisa Wegrzyn).

An audaciously and hilariously inappropriate women's razor commercial (via BoingBoing).

A Detroit News (yep, they still exist!) article about an urban raccoon hunter who is now my personal hero (also via BoingBoing).