Depressing. According to this, I am “histrionic, avoidant, narcissistic, and obsessive-compulsive.” What a wonderful way to start the week.
Month: July 2001 (page 6 of 12)
Getting married on the Titanic has to be the tackiest, most morbid thing I’ve ever heard.
Dammit. I was all excited about the new Breeders album until I realized it’s practically a completely different band. I always liked that drummer guy. (Thanks to Max for the heads-up.)
Hooray! Max is back from holiday. Happy belated birthday to Mr. Plow! (Twenty-nine’s a good age. My grandma’s been stuck on it for about 45 years.)
I hereby rescind my congratulations to Goran Ivanisevic for winning Wimbledon. The guy’s an asshole.
Awww, look! It’s Ron and Max! (I cracked myself up by immediately jumping to Max‘s site to see if I could peg where he was on his wardrobe flowchart.)
Alice Randall, while visiting the Margaret Mitchell Museum in Atlanta: “I think traditional fans of ‘Gone With The Wind’ are angry and irritated by ‘The Wind Done Gone’ but I didn’t write ‘The Wind Done Gone’ for fans of ‘Gone With The Wind,’ she said. “I wrote ‘The Wind Done Gone’ for black women who have been damaged by ‘Gone With The Wind’ and for white men who can take a critical look at themselves. Oh, and also to really piss off Kris Howard.”
Okay, so I made that last bit up.
Damn. Amazon are good. They send me spam that it’s impossible for me to delete. Just now I got one from them that said, “We’ve noticed that many of our customers who have purchased Army of Darkness also enjoy books by Bruce Campbell.” Of course they do! And then they include a link to his new autobiography, If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B Movie Actor. How cool is that?
Not many posts today… I was possessed of some serious coding fervor and attacked my Roald Dahl site. You won’t see the changes just yet, but they’re coming. I’m really happy with how it’s going. The site is going to rock when I’m finished.