The Week: March 9, 2012

They say March comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb. I live the Pacific Northwest, so this adage doesn’t really hold true. Instead, March comes in like a snail and goes out also like a snail. Slow, damp, and kinda slimy.

Incidentally, I’m fighting off a huge cold, so I’m feeling kind of cold and slimy myself. I’m going to lie on the couch, drink some tea, and enjoy all the treats my DVR has to offer.

You, in the meantime, enjoy these links.

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Heroes, in polygon form.

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As a fan of physics and dance, I enjoyed this video immensely. I also enjoyed it as a fan of dark-haired Frenchmen with chiseled abs.

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This made me chortle. Do you hear me, folks? CHORTLE, I DID. “In which I fix my girlfriend’s grandparents’ wifi and am hailed as a conquering hero.” (via McSweeney’s)

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Over the last twenty years, hundreds of tourists visiting the Holy Land have started thinking they were the Messiah. Read more about the peculiar affliction that is the Jerusalem Syndrome.

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The Shining, reimagined with characters from Toy Story. (Yes, it’s creepy. It’s also awesome.)

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We’re nearing the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. Author Christopher Ward tells the sad tale of his grandfather – a violinist who went down with the ship. It’s both fascinating and heart-breaking.

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This 1962 NBC news story about kids on spring break in Daytona Beach is so dated, it’s actually caused my husband and I to laugh incredulously when we saw it. What passed for risque fifty years ago wouldn’t cause most of us to bat an eyelash in the era of Snooki. (WARNING: video starts playing automatically. If you are at work, take heed.)

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A surprisingly touching story about a mom who lets her teenage sons do the cooking with surprisingly good results (though to be fair, my worry-prone, anxiety-ridden brain cringed all the way through it. THEY COULD HURT THEMSELVES).

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Don’t tell me global warming isn’t a real problem: the entire nation of Kiribati must relocate due to rising ocean levels.

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I wasn’t very good, but it was so much fun to play Slate‘s Mitt Romney-inspired age guessing game. Note: Anderson Cooper has not aged in a decade. And I ain’t complaining.

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Damn it! Peyton Manning leaves a generous tip at a restaurant – server gets fired for publishing a photo of the bill online. At least he got to wait on one of the greatest QBs to ever play the game before losing his job.

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Alright. I’m beat. Talk to you next week, folks. I’ll (hopefully) be in tip-top shape by then. Or, at the very least, my usual pear shape.