Some puns are punnier than other puns. There was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh . . . no pun in ten did. And Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail, and with this odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis. Let me know if you think you can top that last one.
Saturday afternoon, nothing but college football on the tube. Iowa State did a nice number on Texas. ASU looks like they're going to lose again to California. And Wisconsin is trying to pull a minor upset over Iowa. And last Thursday night I watched maybe the craziest hurry-up offense I've ever seen--Oregon with a frantic offense that could run two or three hundred plays a game. I don't know how the offensive personnel could keep everything straight or not jump offsides. But I can appreciate how awful it would be to try to defend against that bunch of swift Ducks.
I saw two movies over the weekend, Red and The Social Network. Red was a simple, simply fun movie with four oldtimers acting like bad asses: Bruce Willis, Helen Mirren, Morgan Freeman, and John Malkovich. But Mary-Louise Parker out distanced her four seniors, pretty much stealing the show. Go see it. You'll have fun. The Social Network was good but not a whole lot of fun. I guess most of my problem is that I don't understand this world-wide attraction to the phenomenon called "Facebook." This world of cell phones and cell phone apps and Twitters and Tweets and facebook connections is just beyond me. Technological advances are advancing just too fast for me.