Wow! Some woman in my home town delivered pot-laced brownies to firemen. I’m wondering how “ill” these firemen got, and what kind of hospital treatment was required. How many did they EAT?
Omens and portents. Yeah, so I missed the damn lunar eclipse. It was cloudy here, but I’m told you could still see it pretty well. Unfortunately I was sick as a dog and hurried home without even looking at the sky, thinking only of ibuprofen, a hot bath, and curling up in the fetal position. How very like me, to miss a semi-global event of mass significance because of personal issues (i.e. New Year’s Eve 1999).
I used to be all worried about the new Bridget Jones movie, because I really liked the book and I really hated Renee Zellweger. But based on the possible movie poster, I’d have to say things are looking good. She’s even wearing my boots! And that business about Harper’s Bazaar kicking her off the cover for being too fat both pleases and annoys me. It pleases me because apparently little Renee is embracing Bridget’s weight-loss battle, and it annoys me because a stupid magazine can’t see fit to put a woman “10 pounds overweight” on the cover. A lot of people wrote off Bridget Jones as vacuous, but the truth is I’d rather associate myself with that kind of feminism than what passes for it in popular culture. (Dear Lord, did I just DEFEND Renee Zellweger? What’s next, an ode to Jewel??)
Fametracker analyzes the balance of starpower in the Kate Hudson – Chris Robinson union. Best line: “When your husband owns more hair brushes and fine washables than you do, you know there’s going to be trouble.”
I have no willpower when it comes to Star Wars. None. I just spent 15 minutes reading the most complete spoiler plot synopsis, including mock-ups of what crucial scenes might look like. I’m terrible, Muriel.
Lots of new content additions to my Roald Dahl page, if you’re interested.
I knew Steve wouldn’t let me down. Mac OSX in March, and these babies right now. Ooh, I likes.
The UK will be able to see a lunar eclipse tonight. Or rather, we would, except that the bloody weather sucks and I consider myself lucky to catch a glimpse of the moon on a regular night. Oh well, I’ll probably try anyway. And my friend Kel’s gonna see if she can get some pictures with her new digital camera, so maybe I’ll post one if I can.
What the…? When did Fritz Holtznagel’s name get taken off The Lycos 50? And who is this Aaron Schatz? I’ve been away from my search engine gossip for too long.
I really, really want a one-handed keyboard. Preferably mounted on the arm of a big ergonomic work chair, with a joystick/trackball on the other. It would have two big benefits: A) I could work with as little actual movement as humanly possible (yes, I’m a big lazyass), and B) I could pretend to be on Star Trek.