The silly:

Mom reads to overtired little guy.

"There are six..."
"Biiiirds!!!"
"And what color are they?"
"Ummmmm...greeeeen (big grin, giggles)."
"No, they're not. You're being silly."
(more giggles)
"What color are they?"
(smiling pause)"Bluuuuue!!!"
"All right! Now, there are seven..."
"Chipmunks!"
"Those are not chipmunks. What are they?"
(more giggles, semiserious pause)
"They are field..."
"Fieldmunks?"
(Mom whoops with laughter) "Noooo, they're field mice! Field munks!!! (shaking my head, laughing some more)"
"(Little guy giggles) Mom, what do field mice do?"
"Well, they run around in the field."
"What else do they do?"
"Well, they eat, and they sleep, and..."
(Drowsy husband yells from our bedroom) "Little Bunny Foo-Foo scoops 'em up and bops 'em!!!"
"What?????"
(Mommy laughs)
"What did Daddy say, Mom?"
"Daddy's talking about a silly rhyme, hon. (sings) Little Bunny Foo-Foo/Hoppin' through the forest/scooping up the field mice/and boppin' 'em on the head."
(kid giggles)
(Mommy thinks: Gee, and folks wonder why our culture is so violent...)
"Aaaaaanyway, so there are eight..."

The sad:

Swampwoman's ongoing monitoring of Somestates' idiocy. Start from these posts and work your way back through a few posts. Stay by the bathroom; you're gonna need it if you start to get sick. Which you probably will.

Tim over at da Nameless Blog keeps on going with his "How's the House Coming" saga. Part six was published today. Don't leave the bathroom yet. Just let it allllll out.

Wet Bank Guide is bidding everybody Goodnight and Good Luck a la Ed Murrow. Mr Folse has certainly put forth missives of a high caliber at that address. It doesn't mean buh-bye to the Net, thank God...but it's the end of an era. Godspeed.

Update, 1-21: The Book gives us his take on the idiot LSU fan YouTube.