Roll over Edison, and tell Ben Franklin the News!

So, I was eating dinner this evening, and for some reason I had two of each food: two tuna sandwiches, two pickles, two corns on the cob and two drinks. It was sort of what Noah would have served had he been the caterer for the last supper. Well, not everything was really two; I split the corn in the cob into two pieces so it would fit into my pot better. Which brings me to the 1% inspiration part of this story. Everybody likes eating corn on the cob, but nobody likes getting the corn skins caught in their teeth. So, I just need to figure out a way to skin corn on the cob and I'm gonna be a millionaire. It'll be like the cotton gin all over again! (sidenote: somehow I recently found out that the gin in "cotton gin" is short for engine. The scotch in "scotch tape" is just because the inventor was a raging acoholic though.)

Eating corn reminded me of summertime back in Iowa. Something else that reminds me of Iowa is the new selection under Now Here This. The Fiery Furnaces hail from Chicago, and they tend to incorporate nearby geographic locations into their songs; ie. Moline, Vinton, and even my hometown Cedar Rapids. If you aren't hankering for corn on the cob and Quaker Chewy Granola Bars® after listening to that, you should probably see a doctor. I would also like to inroduce you to the recent additions under Friend's Blogs. Longtime pal, Eric Barada, has started blogging his burgeoning career as an air force pilot. Adam Pash and Ellen Flaherty have recently begun digging up dirt on such topics as Matt Drudge's unhealthy obsession with animals over at underhyped.com.