Month: September 2001
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Max has a refreshing and exhilarating new design over at Lots of Co. I’m a fan. I definitely agree with him about the “your color” thing too. If you asked me what my favorite was, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. But if you look in my wardrobe, you’ll see that 70% of what…
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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…
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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…
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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.
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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.
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Goran isn’t the only asshole playing tennis, it looks like.
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Ewan McGregor… within… five miles of me… tonight… Hyperventilating… About to pass out… *thunk*
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“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.
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I’m going crazy. Alex just forwarded me a doctored picture of a shiny metal tea kettle with a reflection of the naked photographer on it. I know I’ve seen the original (with just the camera, not the nakedness) on a weblog somewhere. The picture was from an auction. I was sure it was on Matt‘s…
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“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.)