This morning, when my alarm went off promptly at 7:30, I found myself trapped in a dream in which the sound of my alarm was a signal from a powerful shadowy force that I could not yet get out of bed. I really wanted to get out of bed, but each time I would make an attempt, the alarm would go off and I knew that I was being commanded to bury my head in my pillow a few more minutes.
What nefarious force would keep me from getting up and starting my day?
And I found myself lying in bed thinking: "Why would the Canadians do this to me? I like Canada. Leave me alone, Canada."
New weapon of terror: Uncle Earl.
Meet America's newest proponent of a ban on pit bulls.
You know, if a bear puts forward this much effort in an escape, you should just let him go. Free Juan!
Ever watched a commercial and liked the music? You may be able to find out what song was used by looking here.
What makes America great? Corn mazes.
One of my favorite rugby players is bringing his international career to an end. Dallaglio is the reason I wanted to become a flanker, despite the fact that I am physically better suited to be a back. Actually, I am physically better suited to swimming or foosball, but you get the point. Dallaglio rocks -- I wish I could be like him, except with more hair.
In related news, could the coach that helped deliver England's Rugby World Cup victory do the same for the nation's soccer team?