In each case, it not only freezes the movements of all parties involved, but causes them a lapse in short term memory.  Whatever Preppy does in this time frame is not remembered by anyone he freezes.  This is, however, admittedly strange.

It seems like when Morris calls for a time out that causes a brief memory lapse, something must happen to the brain.  However, were the brain to all of a sudden fail to function, the most likely outcome wouldn’t be for one’s body to freeze; rather, it would cause one’s body to fall dead and not to freeze.  So, it seems like, since all parties are frozen in place,  Morris isn’t stopping the brain, he’s rather altering the control of one’s muscles; otherwise, they would in fact fall flat.  But, how can we explain the loss of memory each person seems to exhibit?

I’m not sure that there’s a good answer.  Perhaps it’s the case that he can also control what one sees via muscle control?  For example, since he can freeze the movements of our muscles, that might entail control of the contractions and muscle movements required to control our eyes, or whatever.  So, from the inside, the frozen party would want to move their muscles in some way, yet would fail to grasp that kind of control to see what’s going on.  I don’t know; maybe this is a decent explanation of the phenomenon.  If it isn’t, I’m not sure how to clear up this inconsistency in the use of time stoppage.

Now, the worst thing about being Rick Rolled is the extreme catchiness of Astley’s song.  You can’t get it out of your heads for days.  You catch yourself humming the tune while doing the most remedial, mundane tasks.  Further, I have now grown to love this song because I have now listened to it more than I would like to admit.

What I would like to do here is to introduce a different trick of the same sort, I like to call it ‘getting Cardiganed’.  The Cardigans have a song called, ‘Lovefool’ that is incessantly catchy, and served with a side of cheese.  Try getting it out of your head, I dare you.

Do it.  Cardigan someone.

I just wanted to announce my stance on the issue.  I feel that cabins have received a bad wrap.  I’ve stayed in quite a few cabins in my day and haven’t died yet. I mean, that might be because of my Rambo like skill, but nevertheless, the attacks have never been that brutal.   This is just another attempt at the ‘Hollywood elite’ to misconstrue the facts.  You may want to prevent me from going into the woods Hollywood elite, but it isn’t working.

Also, I was at this show. It’s Bob Nanna (The City on Film, Braid, Hey Mercedes) and Mike Kinsella (Owen). I’m pretty sure that’s my round haired silhouette near Bob Nanna’s crotch (the guy with the mic). I’d recognize that thick, wavy hair anywhere.

From the same show, only this is just Owen.  This song always gets to me. I’m not sure why.

DOCTA JONES!

addendum:

This little Lego video is kind of cute:

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon

Gravity’s Rainbow- Thomas Pynchon

The Mayor’s Tongue- Nathaniel Rich

Sharp Teeth- Toby Barlow

Everyday Drinking – Kingsley Amis

Reasons Without Rationalism- Kieran Setiya

Life and Action: Elementary Structures of Practice and Practical Thought- Michael Thompson

Instead, what we have received is non-stop coverage of the Obama and the Obama-mama fist bump. Constant analysis on the most meaningless thing to occur in politics ever (well, probably not ever, but close enough). Who cares? Well, apparently all of the major news sources on cable do. Some have even gone so far as to suggest that it is a possible secret terrorist handshake.

The coverage that follows this is amazing.

Crazy. Absolutely crazy. This isn’t the only analysis. CNN: You’re up.

*expletive* you, news sources. *expletive* you for thinking that this is something that demands coverage, especially in the face of things far more important than a small gesture. In fact, I feel terrible writing about this at all.  (cusses omitted.)