I learned an incredibly valuable lesson last night. A valuable lesson that was no doubt passed passed down among Egyptian sages and other ancient scholars, and will undoubtedly remain just as applicable in 5,000 years. It's a lesson I'm happy to share with you here, and I hope you'll all give it a special place in your hearts. But enough buildup. The lesson is:

If the company of one pair of hot twins is unequivocally enjoyable, then it follows that the company of two sets of hot twins is infinitely excellent.

Obviously, there's something of a story to go with it. After the Baylor game on Saturday evening, I met up with Marc, Jenny, and Debbie downtown. As you may recall from my previous blog entry, Jenny and Debbie are the gorgeous twins from Ireland. We all went out for drinks and a bit of dancing, which is always a good time. As we exited the bar upon closing time, we had the improbable good fortune to encounter another set of beautiful twin girls. For the life of me, I can't remember their names, but I'll call them the Abdul twins because they looked like mini Paula Abduls. And I do ever-so-love the minis. But I digress.

Anyway, of course Jenny, Debbie, and the Abdul twins instantly became best friends. A lengthy photo-op ensued, as well as a great many hugs, and as Jenny and Debbie's escorts for the evening, Marc and I were in on the action. We were the toast of the town, for this far-too-brief point in time. I can't recall how many jealous onlookers witnessed the whole thing, but I do remember getting a heck of a lot of handshakes and back slaps for being part of such a special moment in history. Jenny promised to get me copies of the pictures they took from that night. Debbie and I decided that we'll probably use a few of them for our engagement photo. If they turn out exceptionally well, we'll Photoshop them for "Nate & Debbie's First Christmas" and other such occasions. Ha! :) On another happy note, Jenny did some groundwork for me in getting to know the Abdul twins. She confirmed that they're both 21 and single, got their phone numbers, and ensured that we'd all be getting together and hang out. All in all, the night was for me a classical affirmation of everything that is right and true in the national character.

It was, I think, my best night out since grade school.

The rest of the weekend was good, too. Nebraska beat Baylor in their road opener, I went to church this morning, and I spent a lovely afternoon at Barnes & Noble reading absolutely nothing but comics and manga. Wait, I guess I did flip through a new Hellboy novel. But one could argue that as Hellboy is a comic book character, it would follow that the novel qualifies as a pseudo-comic.

Maybe not, though. Mostly I just wanted to use the "pseudo" prefix. Prefixes rule. Anyway, it can't be said that I don't enjoy life's simple pleasures.

Hmm. Looks like Adult Swim is going to run a Boondocks cartoon. The bump they've been running to promote it is pretty damn patronizing, but I'll give it a chance. I occasionally found the comic strip mildly amusing back when I was in college, despite the fact that I most likely fall outside the work's target demographic. I may have more to say about this somewhere down the line.

This Squidbillies show looks like it might be pretty funny, even if it is a poorly animated piece of crap. I'm fairly certain Cartoon Network has hired five-year-olds to do the animation for some of their original shows. They must be saving a fortune in employment costs.

I leave you with this funny video. I guess you really gotta be careful around those post-Prom hypnotists. Watch with discression; this one may or may not be safe for work. But it sure is hilarious.