It's a bad time -- a really bad time -- to be invested in the stock market. Especially so when you're acting logically and the rest of the world is way off the deep end.

Beat analyst estimates on earnings? I think that's a good sign. The market on the other hand thinks that's such a horrible sign that they've taken off $12 per share already, and the market has been open for 1 minute.

It's a freaking blood bath out there and there's unfortunately no end in sight. When will people start using their brains and stop panicking? Apparently never.

I saw Cloverfield yesterday. If you don't want spoilers then stop reading. Quickly.

It's part horror movie, part monster movie, and has the feel of a documentary.

Here's the brief summary: the monster destroys everything and everyone dies.

Here's the less brief summary: the monster destroys big stuff (Brooklyn Bridge, Woolworth Building, etc), while also dropping little monsters that cause people to explode in a most gruesome manner mere hours after being bitten by said little monsters.

It was good, but not really the kind of movie I'd like to see again. It did manage to pull off the feeling of urgency and fear that I imagine one would really be feeling when lots of crap was going down. There was some well timed comic relief thrown in. Also, there were brief respites in the frantic camera work that allowed your eyes to refocus. I'd recommend sitting in the back of the theater so as to combat the motion sickness you'd surely feel while watching this.

Did anyone survive at the end? Maybe. Probably not. I don't really know. Did the monster survive? Probably, though at the very end of the movie (after the credits) it appears that it definitely did.

I had no trouble following the movie and how it was shot "over" previous footage, but apparently there are a lot of idiots out there on the internet that couldn't grasp the whole concept.

Kids don't like clowns. It's a scientifically proven fact. Also, I don't like clowns. They're creepy looking. Apparently I'm not alone. The study shows that kids, teens, and adults generally dislike clowns.

I have conducted my own study on the matter and have come to the conclusion that, in fact, no one likes clowns, so... if you're a clown, I'm sorry, but no one likes you.

Taken from the far left leaning Slate, this article appropriately takes Clinton to task for all of her "many" years of experience.

Clinton's claim to superior experience isn't merely dishonest. It's also potentially dangerous should she become the nominee. If Clinton continues to build her campaign on the dubious foundation of government experience, it shouldn't be very difficult for her GOP opponent to pull that edifice down. That's especially true if a certain white-haired senator now serving his 25th year in Congress (four in the House and 21 in the Senate) wins the nomination. McCain could easily make Hillary look like an absolute fraud who is no more truthful about her depth of government experience than she is about why her mother named her "Hillary." Dennis Kucinich has more government experience than Clinton. If Clinton doesn't find a new theme soon, she won't just be cutting Obama's throat. She'll also be cutting her own.

I find it interesting, and also completely disturbing, that the American media and public eat up whatever she says. She could say "I'm the first woman to step foot on the moon" and tomorrow you'll watch the news to see the leading story being "Hillary RODHAM Clinton steps foot on moon! Without a space suit! Amazing!"

She says she has vast experience. Well, whoopty freaking do. Anyone can say that. She doesn't actually have any vast amount of experience though. She just says she does, and the little sheeple fall right in line.

Wake up people! That is, wake up the 7 people who regularly read this site and aren't even the target of needing this information!

We just finished painting the dining room. For the second time in two days. The first time the color didn't look too good, so we did it again. It's my job to tape and look for any missed spots and it's Lindsay's job to do the actual painting. We knocked it out in a little under 3 hours.

It's that time again boys and girls... time to bitch about a Clinton.

I'm tired of the media calling her Hillary Rodham Clinton. Her name is HILLARY CLINTON. It's not Hillary Rodham Clinton. That's a media generated name that was made so that Clinton could play up her feminist roots and play to her base. That's all it is. The media created that name during the Monica Lewinsky situation so that Hillary could appear to be a strong independent woman. That's it.

Little did the media realize that when she opens her mouth she appears to be exactly what she is... a panderer.

This just in! The media sucks!

Are you freaking kidding me? Jacob's Field is now going to be called Progressive Field? Give me a break.

Why not just name it "Screw You Fans, I Have No money And Sold Out To Progressive, So Kiss My Ass Stadium."

That way when I ask you if you're going to the Indians game, I can say "Are you going to Kiss My Ass tonight?

Suck it, Progressive!

You too Indians. Your stadium had one of the best names in sports and you just screwed it all up completely.

A pair of twins in England who were separated at birth got married without knowing they were brother and sister. They were adopted by separate families, and neither was told that they had a twin sibling. Uh... ewww!

You can read the whole ordeal via BBC News UK.

Those two people are going to be scarred for the rest of their lives. They didn't know they were siblings until AFTER they got married. Obviously, they fell in love with each other... now, they're brother and sister. How exactly are they supposed to deal with that? They can't just press a button and fall out of love.

On a trip to Great Britain while he was President of the United States, Bill Clinton had a meeting with Queen Elizabeth. During that meeting he asked her, "How does one manage to run a country so smoothly?"

"That's easy," the Queen replied, "You surround yourself with intelligent ministers and advisors."

"But how can I tell whether they are intelligent or not?", asked Bill.
You ask them a riddle," she replied, and with that she pressed a button and said, "Would you please send Tony Blair in." When Blair arrived, the Queen said, "I have a riddle for you to answer for me.

Your parents had a child and it was not your sister and it was not your brother. Who was this child?"

Blair replied, "That's easy. The child was me."

"Very good," said the Queen. "You may go now."

Sizing up his wife's chances in her presidential bid, and thinking back on that meeting, Bill Clinton spoke to Hillary. He said to her, "I have a riddle for you, and the answer is very important. Your parents had a child and it was not your sister and it was not your brother. Who was that child ?"

Hillary replied, "Yes, it is clearly very important that we determine the answer. Can I deliberate on this for awhile?"

"Yes," said Bill, "I'll give you four hours to come up with the answer."

So Hillary called a meeting of her campaign team, from top to bottom, and asked them the riddle. But after much discussion and many suggestions, none of them had a satisfactory answer. She was quite upset, not knowing what she would tell her husband, the former President. As Hillary was leaving her meeting she ran into her most formidable challenger to her presidential nomination, Barack Obama.

So she said, "Mr. Obama, can you answer this riddle for me? Your parents had a child and it was not your sister and it was not your brother. Who was the child?"

"That's seems pretty easy," said Obama, "I think the child would be me."

"Oh thank you," said Hillary. "You may just have ensured my nomination for the democratic candidate for the Presidency of the United States !" So Hillary went back to Bill and said, "I think I know the answer to your riddle.

The child was Barack Obama.!"

"No, you Dummy !" shouted Bill. "The child was Tony Blair"

The Clintons rather annoy me. First, Hillary "cries" and looks vulnerable, pleading to anyone that will listen that she only wants what's best for the country. Then, she wins in Hew Hampshire. Next thing you know, Bill is "crying" that his "beloved" wife has won.

How inspirational.