I just discovered that Kevin from Ghost in the Machine has another weblog specifically devoted to Harry Potter: The Leaky Cauldron! It’s got new pictures from the set, and they look fantastic…

At last, at last!
Sorry about the lack of posts today, but BlogVoices had been slowing my site down to a crawl and I couldn’t take it any longer. I’ve implemented a stand-alone discussion system! I found a link to a handy-dandy PHP comments script at Scrubbles that did the trick nicely. It’s the same one Ernie used it at little.yellow.different. and I sorta used his example for inspiration. I’ve been fiddling with it for hours now and I think I’ve got all the bugs worked out. (Any further problems with download time are strictly the fault of my crap hosting provider.) To try it out, just click on the little speech bubble icon at the top right of this post. Let me know what you think!

I’m… speechless. Ben Stiller, who I thought had my best interests at heart, is apparently producing and may star in a comedy called “Go to Hell, Mike Piazza.” Why, Ben? Why you gotta be dissin’ my man?

Can you help Theseus escape the Minotaur? Lord knows I can’t. This damn maze is drivin’ me crazy. Somebody please help!

Dreamlog: So I had at least three different dreams last night, but unfortunately I can only remember two. In the first I was at Cedar Point with my sister and brother and Snookums, but before we got to ride anything I got in a big nasty fight with my sis. It was over near the Pirate Ride (which the bastards took out a couple years ago), and she was sitting at a picnic table and we were just screaming at each other. And I remember suddenly looking up and seeing horrible gray crowds just rolling in and filling the sky. And I’m like, “AMY! If you don’t shut the hell up, we’re gonna get stuck out in the storm!” There was a huge crack of thunder, and then I woke up.
 
In the second dream, I was in a house full of people and had to fight my way out from the basement. Helping me were Drew Barrymore and Lucy Liu. (Which must mean that I was Cameron Diaz, but I have no idea why, since I haven’t even seen the damn movie.) I had this short sword which kind of split apart, so really I had two short ninja swords that I was twirling and fighting with. We eventually made our way up the stairs to the front door, but when I threw it open there stood Mrs. Diane Heitger, my ex-boyfriend’s mother. So I quickly put my sword away and said hello, hoping to move her away from our exit path. But before I could get out, I woke up.

I was just checking my referrer logs to see how many people have been sucked in by my flagrant karma whoring on Plastic, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but an honest-to-goodness disturbing search request! Somebody apparently found my site after searching on “asian escorts at web”. Huh. Now that I’m listed on Google I seem to be reachin’ a whole new audience…

Remember that guy, the one who broke into Amazon‘s headquarters? He’s got his own website where you can apparently watch a webcast of his entire sold-out play, “21 Dog Years: Doing Time @ Amazon.com.” I might try to watch it tonight after work…

Ernie at little. yellow. different. links to an interesting article that explains why many Asians turn red when they drink. Huh. I’m technically a quarter Korean, yet I’ve never had any problem with al-kee-hol. Can’t even think of anybody in my family who does, for that matter. Of course, I’ve never gotten my Grandma blitzed.

This puppet guy’s show reminds me of the “Dance of Despair and Disillusionment” from Being John Malkovich. Ooh, maybe I’ll even get to see it when it comes to London thus summer!

No no no no no! I’ve resisted! I haven’t mentioned the damn thing once! And just when I think it’ll all blow over as quickly as it arrived, my beloved Mighty Big TV had to go and mention that damn “All your base are belong to us.” Ugh. It was funny until it took over the world.