Wow. Pauline Kael has died. She was probably one of the best film critics America has produced. I had to read some of her work as part of my Film Theory class senior year. I’ll be monitoring Ebert‘s site for his response.

Snookums and I have been amazed at how frequent Google‘s been indexing this site. If I mention Paris Hilton one day, the pervert influx begins the next. We figured they must’ve just decided that I’m an authority on the entire Internet. Unfortunately I’ve just learned that that isn’t quite the case. Instead, Google is now indexing weblogs every day. So it’s not just me; it’s everybody! We all get more hits from pedophiles looking for naked pictures! Hurrah!

Embarrassment. I overheard a few of my co-workers in the bathroom today talking about a new dance class they might attend that the New York Ballet is teaching. As I was washing my hands, I said, “Wow! That sounds amazing! Where is the class being taught?” Lyn, the HR lady, looked at me in confusion and replied, “Um, at our gym.” *Horrors!* As in, the one we both belong to. As in, the one I haven’t been to in weeks. So not only do I have my own personal guilt to contend with, but now Lyn knows I’m a big lazy slacker as well.

When the wild deer population in Britain gets out of hand, they put the deer on birth control. Geez. You know, they’d save themselves a lot of trouble by just doing what we do in Indiana (i.e. put my dad in a tree with a gun). The problem would be fixed in no time.

According to this story on Slashdot, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” has won the Hugo award for best sci-fi/fantasy novel this year. The nerds are, as expected, up in arms. Everything popular must be derided. “Lord of the Rings” didn’t win, so no other fantasy book ever should win. Whatever.

Goran isn’t the only asshole playing tennis, it looks like.

Ewan McGregor… within… five miles of me… tonight… Hyperventilating… About to pass out… *thunk*

“Eating Chocolate Is Healthy, Doctors Say”. That’s good news for Poundy. But what’s up with the word “flavonoids”? I don’t wanna eat those.

“Hmmm. I need to open an envelope. What could I possibly use? Oh yeah, James Marsters’s cheekbones.”

(That’s the official cast pic for the new season of Buffy. They all look pretty crappy, except for Spike, of course. Yum.)

British parents are finally starting to learn what American parents have known for years: It costs a lot to send a kid to college.. I have to say that I don’t feel a hell of a lot of sympathy, though, since I’m carrying about $30G in debt myself. It’d be damn nice if my parents had been able to foot the entire bill, but I don’t know anybody in my town that could’ve afforded such a thing (unless you went to the local community college). I guess it does suck, though, that countless generations of British students before have been given grants, and suddenly now everybody has to pay. I can’t help but think it’s going to have an effect on the number of kids going on to higher education…