On Nothing, Really

So, we've achieved an acceptable but not yet satisfactory amount of Seattle debauchery, on the one hand because a typical winter storm is working its way through the city, and on the other because Laura is going crazy doing classwork.  So after a day of wandering willy nilly from one apparently random destination to another ("flagship REI? CHECK! bodies exposed exhibit? CHECK! sammiches at the market? CHECK!  caffeination with laptops? CHECK!"), we've finally ended up back at the hotel, she taking an online test, and I sipping a glass of wine whilst gently surfing about random websites and shouting "MONORAIL!" every ten minutes as that ancient contraption rattles past the window, for which I am rewarded with a smile.

Now, I might have words about the willy-nilly nature of our travels today, Seattle being laid out in a something less than rational fashion as it is.  But I won't, because I've been to Washington DC.  And I might complain about my "glass" of wine being a corrogated cup that reads "DO NOT MICROWAVE" up one side and "CAUTION HOT" down the other.  But I won't, because it's got delicious white wine in it, and not McDonald's coffee.  What I will do is provide you with some amusing links.

• Shit My Dad Says 
• Nicole Gastonguay's knitted objects shop 
• The ACME Heart Maker
• A collection of George Carlin Quotes for your amusement
• Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About
  

Really, a fairly poor showing, I know.

UPDATE: Bonus limerick!  Sadly, not mine.

A woman in liquor production
Owns a still of exquisite construction.
The alcohol boils
Through magnetic coils.
She says that it's "proof by induction."