I'm in bed, sick, without much to do except wander aimlessly through The Internet. Care to join me?
The Journal of the American Medical Association has just released a new study revealing more about the life and death of King Tut. It's pretty interesting. Sounds like the dude and his relatives had some issues, including (but not limited to) clubfeet and cleft palates. I'm starting to imagine Tut looking like Paul Reubens' inbred Prince Gerhardt character in that one 30 Rock episode:
Of course, if the article is to be believed, he may have had some more, shall we say, "womanly" features as well...in which case he'd look more like the "with my by myself" girl from the SNL Lawrence Welk sketch:
In other news, today is Fat Tuesday. Mardi Gras. Fastnacht. Carnival is officially winding down. No really, put away your mask. It's over. To mark the occasion, I plan to watch 2002's 40 Days and 40 Nights, starring Josh Hartnett and that girl with the awful hair. That, or dig out my eyeballs with a dull spoon. Maybe I should give up hyperbole for Lent.
Also, I like this. Blame it on Valentine's Day. Or the fact that I watched both Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and Paris, je t'aime last night. In case you're too lazy to make that extra click, I'll just tell you that the link brings you to the website for a love-themed mural project in Philadelphia. My favorite is "I Want You Like Coffee," largely because if and when I want someone as much as I want coffee, I'll know it's the real deal.
Speaking of art in public places, did you know that Stockholm has an awesomely art-filled subway system? Look here! I found the link in been-seen.com, which is just generally worth checking out.
And finally, this. I want to go there. Now.