So What If My Blog Is a Receptacle of Recyled Humor

So I just finished reading a paper about why investment managers should use a different technique to evaluate the performance of their investments in hedge funds (at SSRN, here, which is one of my new favorite sites, part of me just loves reading papers) when I decided to take one more hit on my blog bong (i.e., hitting the update button on my rss blog feeds) to see what was out there waiting to be discovered. Over the past year or so I have aggregated a few hundred sites that I check, some much more often than others.

One of my favs, about which I may or may not have already blogged, is Post Secret. I am sure you have heard of it. If not, here are some facts: Post Secret is the ninth largest blog on the web and it is the largest blog with no ads. Post secret is "an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard." Because these truly are secrets, they tend to address things you wouldn't talk about with your grandma--feeling unloved by your mother, hiding addictions, and various other sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll topics. Explore responsibly.

With Harry & Barb dozing across the hall, I felt particularly guilty laughing so loud and long at the post-cards below. Mind you, this was real LOL-ing (laugh-out-loud), borderline ROFL-ing (rolling on floor laughing), not the LQTM-ing (laugh quietly to myself) normally engaged in by computer nerds everywhere. I was just minding my own business when I came across these:






A Harry Potter-Free Zone

I am just going to take a stand against Harry Potter. I stopped at the third or fourth book and never took it back up again. I am fine with successful, fun books. The thing that is uncool is its intrusion into my life. It has such broad appeal soI must now refuse to read it, just like the Da Vinci code. Also just like the Da Vinci code, somehow it worked its way into a sunday school lesson at church. J.K. Rawling you should burn in hell with Dan Brown.

On a lighter note, thanks to Liz for blogging our recent trail run. Saves me the trouble.

Polygamy Means No Wives for Most

...and other "Inconvenient Truths." Well, not really, more like mildly interesting hypotheses arising from the key question facing psychology today: "Why do men like blonde women with blue eyes?"