Recently passed 4,141 workunits on Seti@home and 38,383 miles on our Toyota. Tried a new type of cereal, Post Selects "Blueberry Morning", a cereal with real, wild blueberries, crispy multigrain flakes, oat clusters, wild blueberries, and sliced almonds. The chubby guy downstairs (the one with spine cancer) uses Blue Rhino propane for his barbeque grill.

Just did a comparison between two garlic butter spreads, and there's definitely a winner. The first one I tried was McCormick Garlic Spread, and the second one was Lawry's Garlic Spread. As much as I hate to see an East coast company beat out a West coast company (McCormick is based in zip code 21031, whilst Lawrys is based in zip code 91016), the McCormick's spread definitely tastes better, and yet that's not the whole story. According to the nutritional information labels on each product, the McCormick's is also the least unhealthy for your body (I doubt either would be classified as "healthy" by anyone), albeit by only a small margin. Given the same size serving, McCormick's has less calories, fat calories, total fat, and saturated fat than the Lawry's, but more sodium.

Went to the Nevada Museum of Art's Grand Opening tonight (free admission = score!) and viewed some 20th century Mexican art by Diego Rivera, José Clemente Orozco, David Alfaro Siqueiros, Frida Kahlo, Rufino Tamayo, María Izquierdo, etc. I can't say I was terribly impressed by the whole experience, but there were some good points, but also some not-so-good ones. The entire second floor smelled like all 10,000 people (the alleged amount of visitors for the day) all farted at the same time in the same place. We did like the red, house fire room, the red carpet downstairs, the rooftop gallery with the Siamese mushrooms, and the hardwood floors in certain rooms. The mixture of the ultra-strong perfumes worn by some and the second floor farts was a little much, as was the heat that grew hotter as one ascended floor by floor.

We haven't yet seen "Frida" (the movie starring Selma Hayek about Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera), but look forward to it. I think it's funny that she wasn't afraid to paint herself with her unibrow and a moustache. If I were an artist (or a Photoshop guru like Brad), I'd make a few improvements in a self-portrait. The naked guy on the third floor was not art, just a couple of naked photos and a hefty bill at Kinkos - not to mention about 15¢ worth of pushpins - completely tacky. And, my word, based upon some of the "self-portraits", I'd have to say that there are some really disgusting, creepy looking artists out there. Either that, or they just plain suck, which I think is more likely the case. I especially thought the "Floor at Supercuts" piece was hilarious (the glass panes with all the hair in them). Who thinks this stuff is good again? I do think it's cool that the museum has a webcam, though.

The media room was goofy with some completely stupid music video playing, but the movie theater was a nice feature. The guy shooting the zebra and the tigers wasn't art, either, just some fool's attempt at expressing his angst. How passé. Also went to Target (Prater, not Greatland) and got a wonderful bag of popcorn. Mmmmm.