Hey, Meg, I ran into some friends of yours at the Wheatus concert last night. Yeah, it was the “oi-OI!” girls. They were everywhere and they were damn annoying.
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.
Kickass. It’s the new Enterprise!
Are you a prima donna programmer? I’ve certainly met people like this article describes, but I don’t see it as being something exclusive to hackers. A lot of bright people learn early on that “teamwork” really means “doing all the work”, and that impacts the way they function in groups later in life. I personally hate working on group projects, simply because in school, I was the smart one who’d always get assigned to the groups with the worst students. The teacher had good intentions (obviously hoping the others would benefit from my help), but in the end the others would always be more than willing to let me do all the work. And I’d have to do it, since otherwise my grade would suffer. I imagine that a lot of those “prima donna programmers” had similar experiences. You get tired of carrying the team, and sometimes you just want to do things your way and know that they’ll be done right. That said, I have had some positive team experiences here at work, but the best ones have always been where I had complete control over my area of the project. It’s just hard for me to give that up.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER!
Congratulations to my little sis, who turned 22 today. We’ll be celebrating with a few beers in the pub tonight, and then the real fun is the concert on Thursday (see below). And what’s more, she got a job today! I hope the rest of her stay in London is as good as the first week has been.
In preparation for this Thursday’s show, I finally bought the Wheatus CD so me, Snookums, eMan, and Amy will be sufficiently prepared. I can’t wait! How does one dress like a “teenage dirtbag”, I wonder? (There are the obvious references to Keds and knee socks, but it’s a bit cold for that this week.)
Those of you in the States are probably rolling your eyes and proclaiming the web-goddess “so last season.” Well, for your information, the CD’s only been out here for a few months, so piss off. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re a little behind. But we were listening to Travis and David Gray and the Stereophonics for years before you bastards, so it all evens out in the end.
Check this out: a weblog devoted to cataloguing spelling errors in other weblogs. I’m a spelling Nazi myself (and former County Spelling Bee champion), but I don’t like this concept. Weblogs are personal pages. You don’t criticize somebody’s personal page, period. I’ve been on weblogs where I hate the design or the functionality or whatever, but I’ve kept my mouth shut because that’s what polite people do. If a blogger’s style of writing bothers you, don’t read their stuff. Simple as that. There’s no need to get pedantic about it. (Link courtesy of John, who agrees with me.)
Gael linked to fascinating article about selling your eggs. You know, I think I’d consider doing that. Not only for the money (although $5000 is a hefty chunk of change), but for the satisfaction of helping out some couple with no other option. What do I care? I’ve got lots of eggs and I don’t foresee using more than a couple, if that. I dunno. What do other people think? I don’t have any concerns (moral or otherwise) beyond the risks associated with the removal process. Is that weird?