Author: Kris

  • Snookums: I had this crazy dream last night about psycho animals with guns trying to take over the world.
    Me: Ha! Why do you always have these silly boy G.I. Joe dreams?
    Snookums: Don’t make fun! Pandas with rocket launchers are scary.

  • I was going to update you all on last night’s Survivor episode but I just can’t. It was too awful. James is gone. Charlotte is the only member of Helang left. Ular are being so mean and petty and terrible that they’re even making me feel sorry for the whinging tart. All the good guys are gone. Only the bad guys are left. I hate Jackie. I hate Zoe. I hate Eve. I hate Richard. Only a victory by Mick or Pete would make this travesty marginally more easy to take, and I don’t rate either of their chances very high. It sucks. I’ll watch til Charlotte is gone next week, and then that I’ll quit. I don’t want to see one of those bastards win.

  • I just noticed a link to a My Yahoo! Survey while checking the news. I filled it out even though I’m ineligible for their stupid sweepstakes. From the angle of the questions, it looks like our old friend Yahoo! is finally starting to consider charging for their services. They wanted to know which publications I subscribe to offline and whether I’d be willing to pay for access to that content online. I said no. I do get most of my news from their service, but it’s not like that’s the only way I can possibly get information. If they shut down, I’ll go elsewhere.

  • “Oh, what a cute little… zorse? zetland?

  • You can now see the last 100 Google search terms people used to find this site. Man, there are some weirdos out there! (Hello to any of those weirdos reading this.)

  • A study claims that 19% of kids on the Internet get unwanted sexual solicitations. Can I be the first to say, “Duh?” I mean, how many adults get unwanted sexual solicitations on the Web? Probably like 75% (minus people like my Grandpa who don’t surf or frequent chat rooms). I mean, have you seen my Yahoo! Mail inbox recently? If it’s this bad for adults, of course a large proportion of kids are going to get them as well.

  • Some great new Lord of the Rings pictures if you’re interested… (I can already tell I’m going to have a major Viggo Mortensen fixation in about six months.)

  • Hooray! Martina Hingis has suffered a stunning first round defeat at Wimbledon. I really dislike her.

  • Oh jeez. It’s going to be hell on the Tube tonight. Not only is every train packed full because of various strikes and breakdowns, but our sunny weather is going to raise the temperature down there to over 90. People are going to be dropping like flies. (Thank God I live within walking distance of work.)

  • The Wind Done gone

    Ugh. I finally managed to finish that horrid The Wind Done Gone piece of crap. Since I know at least one person who takes an interest, here’s what I got from the last half:

    • I misread the bit about Prissy and Ashley. He didn’t have an affair with her, he had one with her brother. Homosexuality, miscegenation, murder… this book has it all.
    • Scarlett was black. Yeah, that one threw me for a loop too. It all came to light in a series of letters between Mrs. O’Hara and her childhood sweetheart/cousin, Philipe. They wanted to get married, but her mother wouldn’t allow it. It turns out that Scarlett’s great-great-grandmother was “a Negresse”, and the family was terrified that if the two of them got together they’d have a dark child. The phrase “pour a little more milk into the coffee” was actually used. Philipe got killed anyway, and Mrs. O’Hara became, uh, Mrs. O’Hara. (I can’t remember her real name.) And she kept the whole thing secret.
    • Well, not from Mammy. Apparently Mammy kept the letters and knew what happened. And when little Bonnie was born to Scarlett, I think she either started to get a little dark or else Mammy was worried that she was. Either way, Mammy would come into her room at night and scrub her with a lemon. Seriously. That’s why she was afraid of the dark. How dumb is that?
    • Scarlett died. It was very anti-climactic. Do you need more proof that this woman can’t write than the fact that she killed off one of literature’s greatest female characters and I failed to care?

    Seriously, here’s the whole book distilled into one paragraph: “My mother always preferred my half-sister to me, and I spent my whole life having huge issues because of it. To make up for it, I stole her husband and her house and her clothes. But wait, I guess I really did love my half-sister and my mom. I’m going to leave her husband and go bear a child for a black Congressman and then die of lupus.”

    It adds nothing to the idea of the Old South that the original book perpetuates. I wanted to hear the voices of the people that made Scarlett’s extravagant childhood possible. Instead of telling the real story of slavery, though, this mean-spirited author merely re-wrote the story to make herself win. She ends up with fine clothes, living in a fine house, and sleeping with Rhett Butler. She becomes Scarlett. Big friggin’ deal. If she needed to write that to be able to sleep at night, good for her. It’s like, hate Scarlett if you must, but don’t hate her simply because you envy her. It makes for a very boring book.