I'm late on this, but wow, Michael Richards is as crazy as Mel Gibson, except this time, someone managed to record the insanity. This is more than the n-word; the guy has lost it. Anger management, dude. And not funny, either.

I am not as glib about this one, as "Seinfeld's Kramer" was already a has-been, whereas Mel Gibson was (is?) still powerful in Hollywood when he got his bigotry publicly scrutinized.

Emailing Owen, with whom I discovered the German street "Buttstrasse," has reminded me of two restaurant names to rival My Dung.

There is a restaurant in the still-"gritty" part of downtown Los Angeles called "BURGERS N SH T" (the I is missing, but we can use our imagination.)

And in the Koreatown-ish area, there is a place called "What the Pho?" though I gather that this is not an original joke. (And it's funnier if you already know that "pho" is pronounced, approximately, "fuh.")

Update:
* A few things are out of my way, finally: SAT tutoring, SAT-friggin'-II tutoring, the bimonthly beer article, and I'm going to drop my impractically grammar-heavy Spanish class and devote myself to cheesy Spanish TV this winter instead.
* The second half of the CSET is tomorrow, which will be one more thing out of the way, but only if I pass the sucker. I haven't studied as hard as I did for the first one (see above bullet point), and I can only hope it will be as easy for me. This time I was teaching myself statistics and probability off the Internets instead of number theory. Any vibes you sent last time seem to have worked, so please send them again tomorrow from about 2pm California time and then I won't have to take any more standardized tests in the forseeable future.
* With some of these things finally getting off my plate, the $64,000 question is whether I can get enough done in November to actually semi-enjoy my whirlwind trip to New Jersey and Connecticut over Thanksgiving.

And now, I'm going to steal some free time (having begged off on/slept through plans last night and on Halloween) to party with my coworkers and go to the biggest high school football game of the year. I don't care about sports, but suddenly I have school spirit. WTF?