Hooray! It took me about 40 hours but I finally managed to break 10,000 points on Level 2 of Bejeweled. (10,127 to be exact.) I couldn’t get those damn jewels out of my head all last night. I finally figured out the best strategy, though, which seems to be to work up from the bottom so you get maximum slidage and opportunity for combination moves.
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Sydney-bound
There’s nothin’ like spending $1500 in the space of your lunch hour. But we got our tickets to Oz!
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Bridget Jones’s Diary
Ooh! The one-sheet poster for Bridget Jones’s Diary is out! I’m getting a very good vibe from this film. I read somewhere that they tested it with an English audience and it scored higher approval ratings than any other film, even Notting Hill. I just re-read the book last weekend in anticipation for the movie. I realized, though, that the two males leads are, like, NEVER in the same scene together. In fact, Mark Darcy (i.e. Colin Firth) is barely in it at all! I wonder if his billing before Hugh Grant reflects an enlargement of the role. I hope so. Mmmm, Darcy-licious.
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Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
I know it’s commercial and I know it’s stupid, but this is seriously the first year in forever that I’ve had somebody I even wanted to celebrate it with. So be bitter if you must, but don’t rain on my parade. (And special thanks to my Grandpa, whose yearly Valentine always makes me remember that there’s at least one man I can always count on.)
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Bejeweled
Since I’m always the last to jump on the Meme Bandwagon, it’s taken me ages to get around to playing Bejeweled. Damn, is it ever addictive! I’ve been playing it for the last hour or so and I can’t even see straight. I’ll update you on my high score tomorrow, once I’ve gotten a little better at it.
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Marc Rich pardon
Elie Wiesel was apparently involved in the Marc Rich pardon. WHAT? The Nobel Prize winner? This just gets weirder and wierder. I wrote off a lot of people’s complaints about the Rich affair simply because I thought they were just slamming Clinton as usual. It looks like the truth is more complicated than I thought. And it doesn’t look good, Bill.
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Kate Hudson
Modern Humorist sums up all my feelings towards Kate Hudson with this (sadly imaginary yet all too real) quote following her Oscar nomination: “”I just screamed! Then I giggled. Then I flounced about in a quirky, offbeat playful way with a daffy, loopy grin. So did my mom!”
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Oscar nominations
Oscar nominations are up.
Immediate thoughts: I’m glad Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon cleaned up, but Wonder Boys got shafted big time. Damn. I love me some Tobey Maguire. I’m suffering from a case of severe Kate Hudson Backlash and I haven’t even seen the damn movie yet. She’s on the cover of every bloody magazine in London! Gladiator has got to be the most overrated film since Titanic. Yes, Russell Crowe was hot. But his swordplay didn’t even come close to Ewan McGregor’s in The Phantom Menace (which shall be my all-time standard for such things). And it even recycled the “revenge-your-dead-soulmate-while-still-hooking-up-with-the-royal-hottie” plotline that I loathed so much from Braveheart! I tried to watch Erin Brockovich on an airplane and it was just too damn boring. Yes, that’s right, I’d rather read the in-flight magazine for the 3rd time than watch plucky lawyer Julia jiggle her breasts for two hours. And what’s up with Soderbergh‘s double-nod? I guess Hollywood just loves to congratulate the sell-out. (Note to Steve: Re-watch sex lies and videotape, write something along those lines, and give James Spader a call. Please. Love, Kris)
Whew! I feel better now that I’ve got that off my chest. Now I’m off to Plastic to reproduce my rant on the inevitable post there. What fun!
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Amazon
Wow! I just got spam a helpful reminder from Amazon.com. They write:
Your birthday is right around the corner--March 15, to be exact.
What better reason to update your Wish List?Thanks for the tip, Jeff.
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Cameras
I’ve been wanting to get a digital camera for a while now… and articles like this make me think I definitely should. My sister used to work in photo-processing and — while she herself only handled the film canisters and not the prints — she would occasionally tell me about pictures that her boyfriend (who did work with the prints) had seen. *shudder* Not that I’m takin’ nekkid pictures or anything, but the idea of skeevy high schoolers looking at my stuff creeps me out.
Pisces buddies!!