Text of problem #16 on my 10-year-old son’s math homework tonight:

Seventeen fourth-grade students sing in the school chorus. At performances they stand on risers. Each riser holds a group of 9 students. How many groups can stand on one riser?

Uh… one?

I just went over to the Pioneer Purevision Las Vegas Bowl website to confirm the date of the game, and this image showed up in the little slideshow on the site, and I thought, “Wow.  Could those two guys look any more goofy and uncomfortable in the company of a couple of scantily clad Vegas showgirls?”  (Not to be confused with vegan showgirls, which I almost typed by accident.  Also, The Vegan Showgirls WBAGNFARB.)

Bronco (right) looks like he’s wired his jaw shut, and the Arizona coach (left) is clearly saying, “Hooooochie mama!”

For those of you who’ve already seen this, I don’t apologize for posting it. It’s only on the blog. You’re supposed to be doing something productive or somebody. It’s like an alarm clock! Woo WOOOOO!

(p.s. Bubb Rubb and the Whistle Tips WBAGNFARB.)

I would like to report that yesterday I filled the tank of my Isuzu Rodeo, which has been costing me upwards of $60 a tank for months, for a whopping $26.25.  I paid $1.58/gal at Costco.

I would like to believe it’s just a small bit of good news amid all the economic doomsday talk and dreary market conditions, but I’m finding that difficult to swallow.  Somebody’s trying to pull a fast one, and to whoever it is, I’m saying, “HEY!  I’M ON TO YOU!”

Also, please don’t make the gas prices go up again.

The more they stay the same, I guess.

Here we are, in the 21st century, at the height of the technology revolution, where invention and innovation are as much a part of the every day as high tea once was in times gone by.

With so many advances in computer graphics, video, animation and 3D modeling, this is what we’re doing with our enlightenment.