So bear with me!
Oh, and this was in my Spam folder today if you can believe it... wonder what it means? Helpin' Uncle Udo to the Other Side.
I have a new supersonic toothbrush... do you?
Similar to the "Mickey," blog update below, but this one has pictures!
I wanna be a geek. But I'm not. Why would
I even want to be one. Do I think it's fun?
I should try writting an online test application at 1
am in my underwear.
A scene where the character suddenly realises he's not a kid anymore, feels old, and decides not to grow up anyway.
A driving scene with the other main male character.
The meeting of that character with the psychologist which results in his being blackballed.
The character who lives through celebrities, surely she can't be the one in the triangle -- she's really not worth leaving the other girl over.
The other girl, through no fault of her own (except her own uncompromising williness to please the main character) isn't treated too fairly by that main character.
The boss of the main character.
The dad of the other male character, who is perhaps the most admirable, if a bit prone to flights of fancy.
So, some themes:
The whole bioethics thing, a la' Percy, of course.
Escapism: both through refusing to become a man when the situation demands it (repeatedly) and through living the life of others (through celebrity worship).
There's more of course, but I only have a month to write it. The whole point of NaNoWriMo is quantity over quality, but I hate to turn out crap. Note: I never said I don't do it, just that I hate to do it.
Explorer is crashing on me now. Must post.
I felt old, though. Most of the fans were in their teens. Also it didn't help I was in the balcony, which remained seated and orderly for most of the show. The floor seating areas got up and danced. I'd have liked to have been down there at times, but how pathetic would that have been. Oh to be a teenager again. I wouldn't waste it again. Anyway, rock n' roll makes you feel young, so it's no surprise why so many boomers and Gen X'ers like it.
An awesome rock show all around.
I use that word rocked too much. I should say the performers excelled.
Oh, and Buffy rocked again tonight, on the light-hearted tip. Very very nice.
More weirdness from China.
This is the most sad, pathetic thing I've ever read.
Oh boy! I can't wait. I wonder how Time/Warner is going to convinve their american viewers that State-Sponsored Chinese Programming is going to be the next CNN or whatever.
Of course that's not the greatest problem: I'm guessing a lot of viewers aren't going to be able to tell Communist China's State-Sponsored television channel from America's own PBS.
A nice Amy Welborn article on Augustine.
Tomgirl: just keep on keepin' on!
Hey, watch it, there! I haven't read all of Tolkein's books! But for $40 you can have your name in the DVD credits, that's pretty cool. And there's this, from Swingers guy:
"I want to see hobbits and orcs, not spies and terrorists; show me good and evil in a way I can stomach. I think I speak for all of us when I say that right now, I feel like a confused hobbit about to enter Mordor."
In knew it was only a matter of time before we'd have to deal with invincible ants!
I also had a very fun night on the U of M campus at the Smithee MegaMeta II Awards.
Now I feel olllllld.
This is, quite frankly, a great idea. I suggest every artist immediately grab some markers, some heavy paper, and head over to eBay. You could make tens of dollars!
What's up with this? Who is this person?
If my memory serves me correctly, we would've been more than happy to 'dialogue,' with bin Laden after any one of his numerous attacks on our embassies or interests. He set the tone of this 'discussion,' himself. We're only making sure now that we get the last word.
Seriously, though, it's a bit ironic, that statement from the Quakers in light of the historical context which led, if not the Quakers, certainly the Anabaptists to be driven from Europe: their strict adherence to pacifism was what was inciting the Muslims of the time to attack Europe ("See how easy these Christians are to conquer -- they don't even fight back!").
It was a bad idea then, and it's a bad idea now.
And if the grounds for your rebellion be of a sexual nature, at least do something unique and counter-cultural... dress like Edith Head (not the best picture, I'm afraid) and get a reputation for being uber-chaste and ascetic to the point where it ceases to be dorky or lame to the point where people are actually in awe of your severeness. Anyone can be popular to a point if they sleep with a different guy every weekend (note how many pieces of meat Burger King sells -- and they even have to charge a buck a piece!). But to go to the opposite extreme and then turn that into something alluring, well that takes real finesse. Real style.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that for as creative and neuveau-post-modern as a lot of people claim to be, their manners and actual output (or should that be 'put out?') are frightfully plebian. Frighfully base. Frightfully, again, common.
Aaaaaanyway, back to the point: a lot of these blogs, in a fit of further self-aggrandization (an ailment sadly not unique to teenage girls) think it's cool to show a screen-capture of whatever their computer desktop looks like.
Well, I guess it's only fair, then, to show folks a screen-capture of what my computer 'desktop' looked like when I was their age:
Oh yeah... that's sweet.
It's about time! I mean, honestly: how many times have you wanted to see Rowan Atkinson imprisoned? If only for Bean: The Movie, if nothing else.
PS. Buffy was pretty cool last night. I was just wondering when we'd see Jonathan again... bringing Warren back as well as (the brother of) the guy who sent the werewolves to the prom was just too excellent.
Yoda -- This wise, philosophical, and thoughtful Jedi master
challenges the establishment, encouraging his pupils to
unlearn what they have learned and see the world in novel,
Admiral Ozzel -- A generally conscientious soldier who is
susceptible to occasional lapses & blunders, such as the
mistake he made at the beginning of the imperial assault on
the rebel base at Hoth.
Wampas -- reclusive creatures of the ice planet Hoth.
They are rarely seen & generally shy, leading a
Boba Fett -- A mean and menacing bounty hunter, known
for his ruthlessness.
R2-D2 -- A brave droid, who remains calm,
confident and unperturbed even during the most
dangerous of missions.
In other words, "Ooops!" You can only get so much in taxes from any one person, and, not to beat a dead horse here, if people aren't making new people, new taxpayers, revenues are going to fall regardless. It's ironic then that the State which relies on a steady influx of new taxpayers for its own survival would legalize and pay for a procedure which kills new taxpayers before they're born.
I'm not sure that's the answer. The Human Race's (well, at least the Western-Civilized portion of it, which for all intents and purposes is really the only portion of the human race which could colonize space) isn't at risk from a doomsday virus as the good doctor suggests, but is bound for exiction due to its death-rate surpassing its birth-rate. For Britain, this day will come in 2006, they believe. Did you know that 20% of pregnancies in Britain end in abortion? There's never been a virus, not even Spanish Influenza, which has wiped out 20% of a population, year after year (I believe the plague took several decades to kill 1/3 of Europe's population, if that's even correct).
Muslim Rebel Threatens U.S. Beheading
But I figure, hey! kismet! Maybe this Mutant X show is a show I should be watching, and this is just providence that the VCR happened to tape it instead of Andromeda (sob!). But, no, I could only watch about 30 minutes of Mutant X... the pacing, especially for a series premiere, was just WAY too logey.
Plane Held at San Jose Airport
Not even the Taliban wants to kill the unborn kids in Chile. Perhaps the Nazis compare? The Nazis promoted abortion, too, but then again, they were mainly concerned with their own country.
Here be sheepies!
Not much, it seems.
I also added (in the past 1/2 hour) a search page to my weblog so you can search the et cetera archives, if you want.
Shoot. Now I'm wondering where I misplaced my "Fred Wesley and The Horny Horns" albums. I'm going to spend the rest of the night looking for those.
jessica martins dot com
I guess you could consider this, Do-Light-Waves-Bounce-Off-Of-Me,Hit-A-Reflective-Surface-Bounce-Off-Of-That-And-Then-Hit-A-Camera-Lens-Or-Not.com
That's the first weblog I've ever linked here. Well, the first one in about four months. But since I was using so many of their links already. Just go there, it's got a very clean design and the content's pretty good, to boot. Quack.
I scored 13 out of 15... let's see how well you can do!
Yeah, I know... I know...
Press Release - 10/11/01 - Warning of Possible Future Terrorist Attacks
"That man with the squeegee, he was like our gaurdian angel!"
And what's up with smooth jazz? Bascially listen to what Courtney Pine is doing, and 6 years later someone will water it down, plagarize it and call it smooth jazz. That's not right.
I don't know where this vicious slander against Edison by academic professionals comes from. Probably out of jealousy for his capitalist genius.
The Tingler, Head Massager
Your Glasses Make Me Angry
by Victor J. Lams
Your glasses make me angry,
I wish they’d go away.
But since you need them to see
The Mess that is Me...
Well, I guess they have stay.
Your glasses make me angry,
You need them to see far—
Far enough, you recognize
Hatred running from my eyes...
So, I’ll crush them with my car.
Your glasses make me angry,
I wish you’d take them off,
Along with your hair,
And the rest you wear...
And with them please get lost.
Your glasses make me angry—
But I like it when they’re steamed up.
You’ll have no clue,
As to what I’ll do,
When I do all that I’ve dreamed up.
But think of it: 40-million people died in the 1918 epidemic... shouldn't there be movies about this? How many people can really understand just how great that number is?
Mourning the Muscle Cars (washingtonpost.com)
Life in the Coffee Cup
by Victor Lams
Life pours from
by Victor Lams
My Love the Lake
doth call to me
with eyes of pools
and kisses wet—
And I mistake,
her for the Love
I have not met.
My Love the Daisy
does not care for me
her petals closed,
yea, closed, and yet—
With vision hazy,
we shall beget;
And I shall find her, in the Lake
Which from my eyes
has been so wet.
My Eye Teeth
So today, for the first time in over three-and-a-half years, I went to the dentist. I was nervous at first because it'd been three-and-a-half years and I wondered what sort of stuff had been happening to my teeth in that time: would I need a root canal? Did I have any new cavaties? I didn't know. But it turns out my teeth are fine. Perfect, even. The dentist and hygenist marvelled at my teeth. "Some people would kill for your teeth," said the hygenist, and that gave me something new to worry about.
I haven't had a cavity since I was three, and that tooth fell out when I was six. My previous dentist said once that I had "Hollywood teeth," and it's nice to know they're still intact. The hygenist suggested I get them all sealed since they're in such perfect shape, lest something untoward happen to them in the future. But how many of my Hollywood teeth would I have to sell to pay for that? Ha ha. Anyway, we figure that there must be something in my saliva which is harmful to the bacteria which cause cavaties. Or else it doesn't contain those kinds of bacteria. Also, I don't drink pop. Anyway, if anyone would like a sample of my saliva for analysis or whatever else, just ask.
You may want to hold off on that, though, until you hear the rest: my saliva is not so good at killing the bacteria that cause gingivitis. Also, I infrequently, if never, floss. My top gums were okay, the little probe only went into my gums to depths of 3 or less-than-3 mm, but the back, bottom gums bled a little. So now it turns out I have to go back and have them take out all the infectious muck back there and then use a special mouthrinse for a while. Oh, and it also turns out that, even though I've never been conscious of it, I clench my jaw a lot. This is likely due to stress, and I've never noticed this because when I'm stressed, I'm usually so focused on whatever is causing the stress that I never notice my jaw. Anyway, this would explain my headaches, my sore neck, my stiff jaw, and perhaps something else interesting I learned about my mouth today: my mouth only opens 30mm. Most normal mouths open 40mm or more. But not mine. This could explain why I've never been much good at eating Zingermann's sandwiches like a pro.
But at least I still got my Hollywood teeth!
Anyway, it's clear that they're trying to break out of the ST:TNG mold, and they've succeeded, undoing 12-years (I'm not couning the years from when DS9 ended and Voyager still ran) of ever-more-intricate and intelligent plots. No, this is Star Trek for the masses, though they do toss some scraps to the more devoted fans. And I have to admit that Dr. Phlox is a fairly cool character -- even if he isn't a Cardassian in the strictest sense. I'll say nothing of the decontamination gel scene except that the cinematography didn't match the acting or the pacing or the writing of that scene, so I have to assume it was completely gratuitous (imagine if Picard was facing off against Q and then, unexplained, the camera started slowly zooming in on his crotch or something).
I personally think that Braga/Berman peaked around the time of ST:TNG's 7th season Parallels episode. Like I said, though, Enterprise is definately not like any other Trek show, and I guess that's not a bad thing. Though it's unfortunate that while humans aren't as fully "advanced," as they are in the ST:TNG universe (and I think their "advancement," itself is a crock, but more on that later) and are a bit more impulsive (I like Trip, The Yahoo)... where was I, oh yes, it's unfortunate that they've already "wiped out war, disease, poverty, famine, pestilence, itchy rashes, etc.," in the past 50 years. Now that was something I'd have liked to have seen!