I can't decide if this would have been a better post had Blaine accomplished his ridiculous feat of holding his breath for nine minutes, but I guess we'll never know. Yep, David Blaine failed in his breath-holding, record-breaking attempt, to be pulled from the water some six minutes or so after starting (still WAY longer than I could ever go without taking a breath; which is kinda cool). I didn't watch the two-hour live special last night ... really, I didn't. Brian and I had dinner plans -- a fun double date actually -- and by the time we got home, I was exhausted, only wanted to go to bed, and had completely forgotten about the whole thing anyway. I remembered only by virtue of this morning's first stop on my Internet stroll, USA Today.com.
I can only imagine what Blaine's next stunt may be: travel around the world in a passenger jet's baggage compartment, with no air pressure; follow some boring mathematician on a cross-country lecture tour and sit through each presentation, while constantly singing and performing, "I'm a Little Teapot;" copy, by hand, the Bible, the way the old monks used to do; wander aimlessly through the Arizona desert for two weeks, with no shelter, food or water; or, of course, marry Tom Cruise.