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Great fan made music video exploring the themes of the father and son relationships in the Star Wars films set to the mashup song "Boulevard of Broken Songs" by Party Ben.

This is part two of a two-part recap of a recent ride home. You can read Part I here, but that is not required.
When we taxied from our gate to the Lincoln Tunnel, it was considered great progress. “What great progress,” I remember thinking. Still, it was a long way home. We’d already logged an hour and still had an hour to go.
Our bodies are conditioned by the commute. The average journey takes 42 minutes; I can do 42 minutes in my sleep (and sometimes do). But the second the trip can be measured in hours, my body begins to break down. Subtle things, like a sore lower left sacroiliac joint (”back” for the layman) and the need to reposition my legs. Though I’m working without a protractor, I’d say my legs were locked at an acute eighty-seven degrees for the entire first hour. My legs needed a change.
So I stretched out, hitting 150 degrees and feeling fantastic. I should explain the seating arrangements, lest anyone liken my commute to a British Airways commercial. Mine was the only seat allowing such plentiful legroom. The back row goes five across, with me the keystone. The roominess aside, this is the least desirable seat on the bus, and most unsafe. Any accident would create a Jason-shaped hole in the windshield twenty-one rows ahead. And they really pack you in.* When my cellphone vibrated in my pocket, the Cheetos-gobbling man raced his nasty hand toward his tight-fitting pants. The confusion was inexplicable, as he was talking on his own cell phone at the time.** If elbow room was a widely accepted measurement, I’d tell you mine was negative.

The US patent for chewing gum was granted in 1869 to (of all people) a dentist! Bubblegum wasn't invented until 1928. Watch the bubblegum manufacturing process, as well as videos on the making of contact lenses, CDs, cereal, holograms, and a lot of other products at How Its Made Videos. (via the Presurfer)
While we are on the subject of sweet stuff (and you knew this was coming), today is Halloween Candy day at Miss Cellania.
Here's something I've been enjoying for awhile, and realized I'd never got round to plugging it. This Spartan Life is a Letterman-style chat show that takes place in the world of Halo. Beautifully scripted and lovingly shot and edited, it's a finalist in the upcoming Machinima Festival that's taking place at MoMa in NYC on November 4th and 5th. For a good taster, check out the first part of episode 3.
Imagine the scene when a beer truck crashed into a snack truck, scattering freight over the highway. Methinks maybe alcohol was involved.
Up to 30 tonnes of beer and snack food were lost in the crash on the Bruce Highway in central Queensland about 3am (AEST) yesterday.

- Place your bets...a site with every episode of The Office. How long before it gets taken down?
- Hey you! Yeah, you in the gym locker. There's a fantasy league with your name written all over it.
- David Cross on The Daily Show talking about Freakshow. What could possibly be better that that.
- Well, how about Borat on Conan asking O'Brien to touch his Cromm. Yup, that's a tiny bit better.
- And last night, twelve people watching CBS saw Arianna give a great speech on fearmongering.