This video has apparently been online for a year, but I just saw it for the first time on FilmDrunk this morning, and it absolutely made my day. I always thought that Oprah sounded like a braying animal, and now I have the video to validate it. True fact: both this goat and Oprah can chew through a tin can.

Anyway, this is a really talented goat. It also sings as well as Usher:

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This isn’t TV-related, but I don’t care. This dog, Bunk, gets a room full of balloons for his birthday, and he goes absolutely WILD popping them all. And if there’s one rule here at Warming Glow, it’s that any time a dog goes ballistic popping a roomful of balloons, that’s the lead story regardless of whose penis is on Twitter.

Anyway, since this is a TV blog, I can make this TV-related if that’s what you want. Because I would definitely watch a half-hour game show where dogs compete to pop rooms full of balloons (final round: “Fluffers has to pop 20 balloons in this antique store without breaking any dishes”). I’d also watch a prank show where Bunk shows up at children’s birthday parties and pops all the balloons, because I like to see children in party hats cry. You could call it “Bunk’d.”

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I went to the Yankees game yesterday. After the familiar sounds of victory — Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” followed by Sinatra’s “New York, New York” — my girlfriend and I walked against the crowds surging toward the subway, across Jerome Avenue to a stately hillside building that was once Woodycrest Children’s Home, the building where her mother was raised. As we snapped a few photos, an elderly gentleman approached us and asked what our connection to Woodycrest was. He too was a product of the group home, and Jenny provided him with the names of her relatives that had grown up there. Had he known her mother, Isabel Martinez? No. Her aunt, Alyce Martinez? No. Her uncle, Joe Mojer? The old man’s eyes lit up. Yes, he had played basketball with Joe. Joe was quick on the court and well-liked off of it. I felt the warmth of the old man’s memory, his connection to this old building that was once something else.

I learned of Osama Bin Laden’s death last night the same way I learn of all deaths: via Twitter. I turned on the TV, gleaned what information was available, and felt — for the first time since I became a writer — a complete and profound loss of words. Twitter and Facebook were exploding, but I closed them without typing a letter. I felt that I should be doing something to make the moment memorable: popping champagne, hugging loved ones, kissing strangers — but it was 11 o’clock on a Sunday night. My roommate was asleep. The only company I had was my dog.

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Quick programming note: I had dinner and drinks with a Marine friend in Manhattan last night, then I had an epic two-hour public transportation clusterf*ck getting home in a snowstorm, so I’ve got a combination hangover/lack of sleep thing going on. In an hour, after I’ve consumed a pot of coffee and a side of bacon and a liter of coconut water, I’ll be fine. But right now I’m a gun away from a deadly rampage, so please: keep a wide berth.

Anyhoo, reader Jason sent me this video yesterday, and it made me belly-laugh because I didn’t know what to expect. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did back when I was capable of enjoying things.

It’s been a while since we’ve featured wanton gratuitous women in lingerie, so here’s a clip from Greek TV in which a bulldozer removes a woman’s clothing (below). And if you think this seems dangerous, you should see Greek wrecking-ball porn. *bowtie spins*

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