I have no real information to share with you, but here are some tidbits, some of which are based on the heavy Tour of California viewing we've been doing this week:

1. This is pretty messed up.
2. This, while old, is the best Overheard in Pittsburgh ever.
3. I think something's wrong with Bob Roll. I'm not sure why I think this. Something to do with what's going on with his hair, plus his website has been shut down. You heard it here first.
4. Levi Leipheimer looks like he could be a member of my mother-in-law's family. Despite this, I fail to really like him very much. This year, I'm backing Bobby Julich.

OK, as my internet Valentine to the world, I'm making this statement, which I will make only once:

"The left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing" is not, not, not, not, not a pejorative saying. It really isn't. I know those of you who went to Sunday school already know this, but those of you who found other ways to obtain doughnuts on the weekends in your childhood may actually believe that it is. Please, please do not. If you use it as if it is, you will make me cry. Worse, you'll be using it in a sense that I believe was recently popularized by George W. Bush, and I know that will make you cry, unchurched blog readers.

Thank you, and give generously to the charity of your choice.

Well, we had a fine weekend around here. On Saturday we went to Canonsburg to go antiquing, which I had pretty much zero enthusiasm for ahead of time, but which ended up being really fun. We didn't get anything, but it was neat to see some of the things I have or my family has in the antique stores--there was a great set of china in the style of some drinking glasses that belonged to my grandmother, which was really cool to see, and a Conneaut Lake Park banner that I've seen an exact copy of at my great-aunts' house. That one was only like $25 or so, which is not a huge amount, but considering that I'd thought it was worthless, that was pretty cool. Oh, and also, I had a really good gyro for lunch. Who knew there was good Greek-American food in Canonsburg? Not I.

Then yesterday--um, I know we did something. Oh, I worked a lot, and we watched The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, which I'd never seen before. It was awfully good. I hadn't realized that that was where the line "We don't need no stinking badges" came from. Oh, and also, the orchid that Robbie got me last year for Valentine's Day started to bloom again. This makes total sense, but I still thought it was cool. Mostly, I'm just impressed that we've managed to keep it alive for so long and the Commodore hasn't destroyed it. He did sort of mouth at it this morning, but I think that was to prove that we aren't the bosses of him. We're already painfully aware of that, but I suppose we need to be reminded every so often.

In other news, it's no longer brutally cold here, but we're supposed to get five inches of snow tomorrow. I'm very, very excited to be going to Houston later this week, and I say that even though they appear to be having apocalyptic thunderstorms at this very moment. And you all know how I feel about thunderstorms, so you know I'm really sick of winter. According to the ten-day forecast, though, it's supposed to be warm, or at least tepid, by the time I get back to Pittsburgh, which will be nice. I think sometimes they just stick fantasies in the end of the ten-day forecast, though, to keep hope alive.

A thought question: so, let's say you were found dead in your hotel room. Which would you find the more degrading part of the coverage of your death on CNN: a graphic showing your weight throughout the years, or a prolonged group discussion about your lifetime romantic partners?

Discuss.

Man, I can't believe I forgot to mention something very important that happened yesterday, which is that I finished the NYT Sunday crossword with no cheating and before 10 in the morning. Granted, it was an unbelievably easy crossword for a Sunday, but even so, I was pretty excited.

In other news, when I woke up this morning it was 0 degrees out with a wind chill of -17. School was closed here because of the cold, even though there was no snowfall at all, which really impressed Robbie. Tomorrow we're supposed to make it into the double digits, though, which is pretty exciting.

I think I speak for every red-blooded American who cares nothing at all about football when I say that this Superbowl is shaping up to be a colossal disappointment. The commercials are rotten. I suppose it's only the first quarter, and things might improve, but right now I'm not happy. Additionally, we didn't make seven-layer dip this year, which is hardly improving matters.

In other news, we had a lovely weekend with AJ and Adam. Mostly, we just ate a lot and played Katamari Damacy, which is absolutely the best video game ever, so much so that I dreamed about it last night. Oh, and we watched this French movie called La Moustache, which I think we all liked except for AJ, although Robbie was a little bummed out when his favorite character was shaved off within the first five minutes of the film.

Also, we had the world's shortest tourist excursion today, when we went to look at the wooden street in Shadyside. Basically, we drove onto the street, paused, opened our respective car doors to verify that the street was in fact made of wood, shut the doors again, and drove off. It's a great relief in life to find people who feel as you do about tourist excursions, and I'm glad to have Robbie and his brothers for this reason.

Who else is totally delighted by this Aqua Teen Hunger Force thing? I mean, I'm sorry for anyone, if there was anyone, who thought these things were actual bombs, but the whole thing is just really funny. I'm especially enjoying the brief descriptions of the show that are in these articles, because the reporters just sound totally bemused by the whole concept. You just know all their editors are like "A milkshake, fries, and a meatball? That doesn't make any sense. Check it again." For what it's worth, I never really thought of Meatwad as a meatball myself, although according to all these articles he is--I more thought of him as a lump of meat that had yet to be formed into a hamburger shape. Insofar as I thought of him at all, that is.

In other less national but no less exciting news, Adam and AJ are coming for the weekend. Actually, AJ is coming tonight, I guess because now that he goes to Princeton he's totally incorporated the weekend-starting-on-Thursday concept. Unfortunately, it's going to be absolutely freezing, but we have ambitious plans to eat a whole lot and go to the gym, where, by working out for five or six hours, we should be able to even out the food consumption. Oh, and Netflix just sent me Das Boot, so hopefully everyone will be in the mood to watch a three-and-a-half-hour German-language war epic. I know I am.