It's much more difficult than I expected to get off of Verizon's phone book distribution list. It involves dealing with a company called Idearc Media, who isn't exactly accomodating to people who don't want phone book spam.

What to do when an unsolicited phone book shows up on your door? Why not return it? That's what I decided to do out of frustration after working to remove myself from phone book delivery mailing lists for months now.

Driving on West Lake Street at the Zenn Car’s max speed of 25MPH in a 35MPH zone. Getting passed. Aaron Landry is driving while I film and laugh. Music by Fleet Foxes.

Ben, Cariann, and I took the Magical History Tour in Minneapolis where we got to Segway around St Anthony Main, the Mill District, and Boom Island while learning about the city's history. Good times.

For those of you who haven't been to Seaworld, the Shamu show is cult-like, and reminds me a lot of Ted Haggard's evangelical church in Colorado.

It has a fell good pre-show shown on four massive rotating screens, and tells the story of a young boy who gets to know a whale as a pre-pubescent teen and grows up to be a killer whale trainer at Seaworld.

That's followed up with a special message from Anheiser Busch the IXth (or so) who tells us that beer saves whales or something. It was hard to follow after a per-Shamu pilsner of Budweiser, which is as easy to find as cotton candy at Seaworld.

So, once the whales - there's like four of them and none of them are ACTUALLY NAMED SHAMU - came out, we were hypnotised into doing "Shamu's" special spash call that goes something like, "huh, huh, Shamu."

The video is my reenactment of my Shamu call, which drove one of the whale to swim on its side along the edge of the pool while flicking it's tail, splashing the first 16 rows of the Shamu cult.

Minneapolis is getting pounded with snow. Here is a quick look at one round of shoveling.