Being out in the cold, moist air, coupled with exhaustion from the holidays, has made the perfect recipe for me to catch a cold that's kept me in bed since this afternoon.
There's nothing like being bed-ridden to catch up on TV and Facebook. I don't watch TV too often, but I think I've made some interesting mental notes:
Thanks to Bear Grylls, I know that if I'm trapped in the Sahara, I should take my shirt, piss on it, and put it on my head like an Arab head scarf. I guess walking through the desert with piss-soaked shirt on my head will keep my cool.
Bear also taught me that if I should get stranded in Iceland, I can cut the eyes off a dead sheep, boil them in geothermal water and eat them.
Watching The Karate Kid, I can't help but notice that Mr. Miyagi bears a strong resemblance to my dad.
I realized I know too many TV theme songs (Singing Bee). Just a typical child of the 80's.
Special thanks to Dateline NBC for its University of Terrorism course, "Obtaining a Fake Passport from Latin American Country 101."
With all the butter, milk, and cream that Paula Deen uses, some could arguably call her a cow.
Rachel Ray is way too intense about food. She needs to be tasered.
Univision = Unibrow. Seriously, take a look at some of those old people on the telenovelas.
Surprisingly, Tiger Week on the Golf Channel is cool. The man has amazing abilities.
