Note: this is a really old post. Not sure why my blog decided to email it out. Sorry.

This is really impressive stuff. You can just tell from the lead-in.

Doesn’t it seem weird that there even is a real Maurice Sendak? I was listening to some outtakes of appearances he’s made on Fresh Air, and the whole time I just kept thinking, “Come on. You’re actually that Maurice Sendak?”

Think about it.

You’re Maurice Sendak. You’re at a dinner party (anywhere, really). Someone you’ve never met tries to strike up a conversation.

Them: So what do you do?

You: Oh, me? I write children’s books.

Them: Really? Anything I might have heard of?

During the first couple seasons of Mad Men, I didn’t really think the show lived up to the hype. I love the show and we never miss an episode in my household, but with shows like Six Feet Under and The Sopranos so often being left at the Emmy altar, I wondered if Mad Men really deserved all the accolades.

After season three, I now wonder if the accolades can ever live up to the insane quality of the show. My wife insisted, about midway through the season finale, that I publicly apologize to the show for having called it overrated in the past. I apologize (but I am, in part, thinking about the January Jones GQ cover as I do it).

Over at Skeptical Hypochondriac, I mull over a few recent findings from a Pew/Annenberg study on how we’re being impacted by the rise of social networks.

For many months, I’ve been thinking, Damn, my wife’s underarm cleanser container looks way too much like a toothpaste dispenser. And this morning, that similarity took its toll. Yuck. Not recommended.