Hey, Mac fans: Slashdot now has a dedicated Apple sub-site. You can get all your Apple news in one place! It’s even got a so-shiny-you-want-to-lick-it Aqua theme. Nice.

Ebert only gave Spider-Man two-and-a-half stars. Oh, and he insinuates that Peter Parker is impotent. Great. This movie is going to be completely ruined for me by the time it actually comes out here.

I just realized that Spider-Man isn’t coming out here til June 6th. I guess this is the karmic payback for seeing Attack of the Clones so early.

Ooh, just in time for Mother’s Day! Get Mom a haunted paintbrush!

That’s insane. Props to Tara D for finding it.

Pop Quiz: In the past week, the Snook and I have bought two new devices for our apartment. These devices were named “Stickmaster” and “Thrustmaster” respectively. Can you guess what they actually were? (Get your mind out of the gutter. They’re not dirty!)

Sophie Dahl is trying to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps by penning a children’s book. Hmmm, I wonder how they’ll work “nude Yvs St. Laurent model” and “Mick Jagger’s crumpet-o-the-month” into the jacket blurb.

We tried trivia at a different pub tonight. Despite a valiant effort (and my successfully remembering the names of all five actors who played hobbits in Fellowship of the Ring, thank you very much), we lost.

“He bit my balls!” Duuuude. An Aussie Rules Football player was suspended for ten games after pleading guilty to biting another player’s testicles during a match. That article is hilarious.

Tales From the Gym
I headed back to the gym today after about a week off. I know, I know. I’m a slacker. I’ve been blaming it on my allergies, which (in my defense) have been really bad. Anyway, Snookums finally kicked my ass out the door today for another round of physical misery.

• My nemesis was on the treadmill when I entered. She’s this tiny tiny girl with seventh-grade hair. I mean, she has hair that I would’ve killed for in seventh grade: long red spiral hair pulled back in a barrette, complete with pouffy bangs. I hate her. And get this – she doesn’t put it up in a ponytail or anything! She just leaves it down. What’s worse, she does nothing but run. She runs for, like, hours, in this ridiculously flouncy fashion, as if she weighed nothing at all but just liked to see her masses of hair bounce. Can you tell I’m gritting my teeth just thinking about her?
• Another big irrition: inappropriate male fashion choices. Today’s victim apparently thought he was Craig David or something. He was wearing orange 3/4-length pants, a tight black shirt, and an orange knit cap. Like, the kind you wear skiing. At the friggin’ gym. Whatever.
• The new attendant is really friendly. Too friendly. He started talking to me while I was working on the inner thigh machine. *shudder*

I’m slowly realizing that the money I spent on the gym membership might have been put to better use towards a treadmill for home. Other people annoy me too much.

If you fly frequently (or you have to take really long flights, like me), you might want to print out this page. It lists all the particular rows and seats on various airplanes that have more leg room than the other coach seats. Very helpful for tall girls like me.