LOOK, UP IN THE SKY. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a pig. Lots of pigs. Or maybe locusts. Unbelievable.

JON STEWART BROKE MY TV. It's easy to forget you live in a big machine . . . until someone lays the smack-down on a couple of the cogs. For more in-depth analysis, some guy at Salon.

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PATS FAN. I wonder, did Sisyphus also have legions of fans back in Greece cheering him on with insanity-laced futile devotion? This is it, Sisyphus! This is the year! You've really got that rock beat this time!

OUR FEARLESS LEADER. It would be much funnier if it wasn't so damn scary. Other surreal points of interest: YouForgotPoland.com, OffroadDieselEngineEmissions.com.

IF CAPES WERE FASHIONABLE. . . . Jean jackets, bell bottoms, Polo shirts with the collars flipped up, mandals – they all successfully crossed over to this side of acceptable. So why not capes? Think of all the colors, fabrics and styles that could stock the racks of Barney's, The French Connection, J.Crew and Urban Outfitters. With nearly limitless design potential, they're unisex to boot. The fashionistas, the metrosexuals, the bling crowd and just about everyone in-between could get in on the action. And I could wear one, too — joining the caped ranks of the stylish, the hip and the cool — all the while secretly pretending to be Superman.

REPUBLICANS IN THE WORKPLACE. It's not that I'm opposed. I'm just surprised. After all, when people spend many long days together doing about the same things as each other, it's easy to assume that you might also share many of the same views and attitudes toward the world at large. And then one day, one of you realizes the other is an alien species. Well, I guess it's not illegal. So what are you going to do? [20MB, ctrl-click or right-click link and save to disk.]

MONKS AND MONKEYS maybe show us the way forward. I dunno, just a little crack of light in the otherwise dark and dreary. First, the monk. Then the monkeys. Er, baboons.

SPRING HOPES ETERNAL. So after a long winter spent licking our wounds and shaking our heads, we begin again.