Nothing to do with golf—but a lot to do with the internet universe GolfBlogger inhabits. Click on the image to see the full sized version in all its glory

GolfBlogger is located on a tiny atoll down in the left hand corner.

There’s a very funny golf cartoon on Yahoo comics, but I don’t want to violate any copyright laws by showing the whole thing. So just click on the portion of the image below to see the whole thing. It’s worth your while.

Top Flite is one of those golf brands that doesn’t get any respect. I’d venture to say that we all started out playing them, but that as our games progressed, we moved on to more upscale balls. The brand now sports a new technology—the dimple in dimple—and is trying to find a new image. To do this, they’ve released on YouTube a viral video of a rapping golf superhero called D2 Man (I’m spreading the virus right here, of course, so its working).

The guy in the tights is Nate Randal, Top Flite’s senior manager of integrated marketing. He created the character and the video last summer with brand director Paul English. English is a University of Michigan guy.

Give it a watch. It’s funny.

I don’t know why, but I enjoyed watching this one:

I was in a drive through lane at the bank today when I noticed that a woman in the SUV next to me was having a hard time with the pneumatic tube mechanism. Yakking away on the cell phone in her left hand , she was reaching across her body with the right through the window trying to reach the machine. But her arms just weren’t long enough.

So she opened the door, leaned out and tried once again. With left hand and phone glued to ear, she rotated until she almost had a hand on the tube. Then, completely unbalanced, she fell out of her vehicle into an icy puddle. Amazingly, she didn’t drop the phone. After shaking herself off, she climbed back in—still with the phone to her ear—and tried again, this time making the grab. (Why she didn’t get the plastic torpedo while she was out of the vehicle anyway is baffling).

I couldn’t resist. I rolled down the window on the right side and shouted. “You know, it would be easier if you stopped talking for a while.”

The lady (and I use the term loosely) looked at me and then cut loose with a string of expletives that would make a teenager blush. I can only imagine what the person on the other end of the line was thinking.

Then she drove off, making a left hand turn across five lanes of busy traffic.

Still talking on the cell phone.