I remember that in 9th grade, a history teacher sought to describe the immensity of China's population by telling us that you could line up all of the people in China, start marching them into the ocean, and the line would go on forever.

All of these are honest-to-god comments that came to my mind when reading people's Facebook updates, and which I didn't think appropriate to leave as replies.

A month or so ago, we were driving through the LSU campus, and there were two university club teams playing that fake sport from Harry Potter with the broomsticks. I only saw what I could glimpse as I passed from a moving car, but they definitely had a few spectators and two teams running around on their sticks.

Here's your new drinking game, good this week only: take a drink every time you hear "New Haven Firefighters."

I'm finally to the point in the Cox customer service process where instead of calling a machine, getting frustrated, and then eventually getting a range of hours during which the guy might show up, the guy calls me directly and asks me for a firm time that he can show up at my house at my convenience. Don't be jealous. You have to suffer through immensely bad service, then take time out of your day to go down and bitch before you can get to this point.

Friday night, I finally put the final coat of sealer in the new bathroom. Our new master bath is a long, skinny room, half of which is blocked off by a glass door and covered in tile. It's a free room with two shower heads. Kind of like an old high-school gym setup -- with no walls or curtains or anything -- but nice.

During an early inning on Friday's LSU baseball game, they went to the standard shot of kid in lap, asleep, wasting her ticket. The kid in question was (I think) a little girl, somewhere from 3 to 5 years old, dressed in LSU gear, and wearing gloves.

More about what we did with Josh and Lisa when they came to town. Read on for giant crustaceans, eschewing tall sugary drinks in souvenir yard glasses, and maybe even a little devil worship.

For our last act of the great house remodel of 2009, we had to move every bit of crap out of our downstairs so that the floors could be refinished. We spent all weekend making room in the garage so that it could serve as a mini storage unit, then actually moving furniture and boxes out. By 5:00, I was whipped, but I wasn't finished.

I really like watching TV. And unfortunately, there's just nothing on lately. But there are a couple of TV columns that I check every day, because they clue me in to buzzworthy shows that I might not know about otherwise. Today, I saw two articles on CNBC's special, The Oprah Effect.

A link to a great magazine article, and a book review.

I tell you what, if a network wanted to get a reality show that featured a healthy dose of cute kid stuff punctuated by parents on each others' nerves, they should find homes with three year olds who are doing major remodeling. Not that I speak from experience or anything; I just think that might make for good TV.