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It appears that Channel 4 are going to be airing that Tribute to Heroes thing tonight live at two in the morning. Given that John Cusack is going to be manning the phones, my sister may well stay up to watch it.

The R2 Project talks to Fox about the Buffy Season 3 DVD. I can’t wait to get it! One more month…

Somebody left ten pigs’ heads outside a mosque in England. Nasty. I’ve gotta wonder, though, how the miscreant even procured them all. I mean, how many people have access to pigs at all, let alone nearly a dozen with the means and wherewithal to chop off their heads? That’s gotta narrow down the field of suspects for the cops, right?

“There’s an overarching principle to consider here: Movies shouldn’t be poo.” Oh yes, it’s a wonderfully catty review of Mariah Carey’s Glitter. Ha!

Maxis (makers of the greatest game ever) have announced that they’re cancelling their latest project Simsville. It was supposed to be a cross between The Sims and Sim City. I’m not too upset about it. Personally, I think my Sims needs will be fulfilled just fine with the upcoming Hot Date Expansion Pack and The Sims Online. And as Hemos said on slashdot, “Having had to play through some real stinkers of games before, I applaud Maxis decision to kill the product, rather then try to release it on an unsuspecting public.”

The network’s still down, but Snookums worked some magic so I could get
this post up. I have a new brother. My mother just called. Joseph
Robert Garberick III was born about 45 minutes ago. I knew this was
gonna happen… but I’m still in utter shock. I feel like I’m going to
puke. (Hey Jann, remember how we went on a drinking spree when I first heard the news last year? Are you free anytime soon?) I’ll pass along the usual baby details as soon as I get ’em.

New Poll! You’ve heard me blab on about Papa John’s and Indian takeout long enough. What kind of cheap, delivered food makes your tummy growl?

Snookums and I ordered from Curry King again last night. It’s an Indian takeout joint in Fulham that we just discovered. The food’s okay, not the greatest, but get this: the delivery guy that comes to your door wears a tuxedo! The first time we ordered from them last week we were like, “Whaaaa-?” But then there he was again last night, as dapper as before, handing over our Chicken Jalfrezi and Chicken Balti. We’ve decided that we’re willing to trade food quality for such a surreal experience.

Elton John says he “wouldn’t be hetero for all the money in the world”. That’s the first thing on the web that’s cracked me up in two weeks. But hel-lo!? Elton? Sorry, but you’re not the “piano man.” Billy Joel is the piano man. Everybody knows that.

To the bastard pissing off Nicci: Knock it off! I miss my Kitty Noir!!