I'm working a little bit before I officially end my blogging day (does a day ever *really* end when you're in this world? I don't think it *really* does.)
I'm listening to XM, and The Art of Noise's Paranoimia just came on, complete with Max Hedroom-y goodness.
I just had too many hyperreal memory flashes related to this album, most of them about being 13... Read More
Holy crap. Not to be a complete wiener or anything, but Ithe first episode of TNG with the Traveller was just on Spike. . .and that sweater you wear is the most god awful thing I have ever seen. You could probably sue Paramount for making you wear that.
I dunno... it may just be that your brain just craves the complete relaxation of something dumb like that game show as opposed to constantly figuring odds & strategies in poker.
I also could be completely full of shit, seeing as I haven't even turned on my TV in years. I subsist solely on old TV series on DVD, so I really am not up on this "new-fangled programming"...
deets - The word is "Details," not "deets." "deet" is an important ingredient in insect repellent.
peeped - Did you look at it? Then you saw it. You did not "peep" it. And your friends? They are your friends. They are not your "peeps." Your "peeps" are tasty little marshmallow chunks, shaped like birds and covered... Read More
I absolutely love the Dresden Dolls. They're on a grueling tour right now, and Amanda is writing about it in her blog.
There's an entry this morning which touched a nerve for me. She's talking about the new album:
I've been reading the early reviews of the record online. Everyone is able to download it, and I ain't gonna blame them. It's the future. I... Read More
You just expressed the very reason why I think critics of any sort, but especially art and entertainment critics, occupy the lowest level of the sociological food chain.
Seriously. It's been proven that critics are below not only telemarketers, but also the people who stand on street corners passing out Jack Chick tracts.
I absolutely love that one particular kind of pepperoni pizza that you get at the mini golf course.
You know the one: it's cardboardy, the pepperonis are usually burnt a little bit, and the cheese burns the everlovingfuck out of your mouth when you bite into it, just before it slides off in one whole piece and sticks to your chin or falls onto your... Read More
This post reminds me of an arcade I used to go to as a kid called Major Magics. They had a birthday party area with stupid animatronic bears that played the birthday song with banjos.
If I remember correctly Tron and Gauntlet were my two favourite games there at the time.
"Last night, I walked down the hallway, past Nolan's room. I looked in, and saw that he was in his bed, with the light off, snuggled up next to Riley [who sleeps on his bed -- all 47 pounds of her.]
"I said, 'Hey, pookie, are you going to sleep?'
"He looked up at me, and said, 'No, mom, I'm... Read More
Have to agree with Posh and shadowd here, at least on the point that "Nice Guys" is really a euphemism for "Big Wussies." Confidence is attractive, weakness is not.
Some thoughts on the Oscars are in my blog. Here's an excerpt:
Best. Opening. EVAR.
I loved Jon Stewart, even if most of the audience didn't until halfway through. This crowd takes itself very seriously, and they tend to sit on their hands for the new guy. Lighten up, jerks! It's a party!
I can't comment on the winners, because I didn't see many... Read More
one of my fondest memories with my (now deceased) father was going to a star trek convention with him. they were auctioning off an autographed picture of you and he tried to win it for me but couldn't. sometimes when i see your journal it makes me think of that and smile.
so, thanks. even though you didn't really have too much to do with it
Well, I'm still sick, and it's really kicking my ass. I heard from a friend of my wife that she had the same thing, and when the really bad cough and fever hits, you've got three days left.
So I should be over this stupid motherfucker by Monday.
In other news: holy shit is Freakanomics a cool book. On any other subject, I'd be annoyed... Read More
Well, it's official: I'm sick. I have some sort of stupid cold/cough/sore throat thing that isn't bad enough to knock me out, but is just bad enough to be really annoying, really uncomfortable, and really piss me off.
dude...my sisters got that same thing right now. Just pop Vitamin C's like tic-tacs and drink lots of gatorade...the odd energy drink won't hurt either.
