Just Giblets

I’m a little surprised to learn from MakeMeBabies.com that if Michael and I made a baby, it would be Indian.

Here’s the visual proof. Isn’t Baby Giblets adorable?

Okay, so this has probably been proposed by someone else and launched and failed miserably. But what the hell? I am all about the fool-making.

Why don’t we start a social networking site all about making connections with people we can’t stand? No, really. You log on, search for “Sharon Krafts” and then tag her as a “genial co-worker on the other side of a labor dispute” or whatever. We can define many sorts of work relationships. Or love relationships. Or family relationships. But the idea is that we don’t like these people. And we can get explicit confirmation that they dislike us as well.

What do you think?

(Yeah, Michael posts book reviews and I post stupid videos. Something for everyone, right?)

I think my geek status has lapsed! You’ve probably seen this already, but I totally missed the new beverage of choice for nerds: Brawndo, The Thirst Mutilator! I usually get Red Bull every week at the grocery, but apparently, I’m a totally wuss for buying the teeny cans of pee-yellow, slightly carbonated, “gives you wings” beverage. I need to upgrade to the lime-jello-colored, half-quart, ass-kicking, made with five kinds of sugar, manly-man drink!

Just look at their awesome ad campaign. You gotta love a drink that argues “Drink BRAWNDO and not WATER because WATER is from the TOILET!!!”

Need I say any more than that? See http://manbabies.com. (Thanks to Bitter Cup of Joe for making me lie awake all night with this image in my head. WTF, indeed.)

It’s almost here! Sign up now for the closed beta of the game of the century! You better believe that I have!

Let me catch you up. Amazing little off-Broadway musical (about two guys writing a musical about two guys writing a musical), [Title of Show] (featuring Susan Blackwell of Susan Blackwell fame) ran at the Vineyard Theatre July to September of 2006. Limited run. Awesome cast album. But too bad, so sad, all good things must come to an end.

Or do they? The cast have kept the little show alive via their blog and obsessive fans like moi read it … well, obsessively. But about three months ago, the cast started posting short You Tube videos that they collectively call The [Title of Show] Show. The show chronicles the cast’s efforts to transfer the musical to Broadway (or play an out of town gig) and is a serial masterpiece in it’s own right.

But they’ve really outdone themselves with episode 6. If you know and/or care nothing about the show or fancy-schmancy musical theatre stars, then at least skip to the post-end-credit coda at timecode 9:30 to see the most awesome cameo punchline ever.

Even my mom would get and appreciate the joke, I think. Michael’s mom, no. But my mom, yes.

I knew the writer’s strike would affect me, but I never knew it would be this bad. I rely on those talking cats and committed otters for material. (Couldn’t care less about the dogs on skateboards though.) Look for a dry spell on Just Giblets for a while…

First, there was this adorable video:

Cute, right? I mean how can that be any better? Check this out:

God bless derivative works.

So, I’m checking out my professional library blogs via RSS this afternoon and come across a post from one of my favorites, Chronicles of Bean. I’ve never met Cindi, but we’ve exchanged a couple tweets in passing on Twitter and she gives reliably good and sensible blog. So how has she been spending her time lately?

Today’s stoopid web quiz

OK, so I took a couple of these… I am part Jim, part Ryan from The Office, I would have been in Gryffindor, I am Hagrid (the outcast with a heart of gold), I am part Hiro, part Peter from Heroes, but best of all:

What Kind of Guy Will You Fall For?

And she goes on to say that it was dead on, matching her with the “geek” type and even displaying a picture of Tobey Maguire, which apparently works for her.

So, I worked through lunch today and it’s 4:00. Who’s my Mystery Date?

What Kind of Guy Will You Fall For?

You would fall for the sensitive guy. You’ll find your future man wherever turtlenecks are sold. He will have depth, introspection, and a disturbing knowledge of musical theatre. And he may be a little weird. But hey, while your girlfriends cry over broken hearts, you’ll be having Shakespeare read to you every night.

Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

Holy moley. Jake Gyllenhaal reading me Shakespeare?! Do you really think he has a “disturbing knowledge of musical theatre?” It is scarily accurate, I’d say. But I think I’ve got a pretty sensitive guy already. And if he already knew a whole lot about musical theatre, what would be left to teach him!?

You will, if you’re reading this post on our site and not from your RSS feed. Look up there. There’s a little icon that lets a computerized voice read this or any Just Giblets post to you! All courtesy of Odiogo. How cool is that? It almost sounds human. “I all most sound hoo mahn.” There’s even a supah-easy plugin for WordPress that does all the heavy lifting.

They market this thing as a lazy person’s gateway to podcasting, but I don’t know how practical that is. I’d rather podcast with my own voice. This guy don’t sing, for one thing. But I’ve always wanted to hear a computer say these things:

Life is a banquet! And most poor suckers are starving to death!

I cannt stann im!

I’m depraved onna cownna I’m deprived!

My NAME is MELINDA!!! Melinda, Winnifred, Wayne, Tentrees. And I am APPALLED. And STUNNED. At this OUTRAGEOUS… inquisition!

Oh, man, how cool is that?!