February 20th, 2006


Cartoons and fun.

A very special thanks to creature_tamer, tesinth, and singingwren for sitting around, re-living childhood with me last weekend.

We watched ten hours of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, and it was good.

Thanks for coming by and enjoying.

Last night, I had a dream in which The Princess Bride was done by porpoises. Or maybe seals. I'm not entirely certain. While I know what the differece between the two is, they looked like seals, but in my mind they were definitely porpoises. Perhaps they were porpoises wearing disguises?

I have a fairly nasty cold, but it's just head-stuff, so I'm still functional. I just sound pretty bad and blow my nose a lot.

I'm going to have to write an annotated vocational statement. I'll turn it in without the notation, but the annotated version will be fully available to anyone interested, I think. It will contain some interesting information.

I think I will visit my parents in Chicago this weekend, and will see latexpussy, ferrelux and bangkokrobot. I want to visit the Baha'i temple in Willmette, IL, on Saturday.

I have replaced something of value, something I lost a year and a half ago.

For my own amusement, please take a moment or two to check these out and do them:


Holy crap, I'm published in the UK!

So today I was alerted to the fact that I have been quoted in a UK newspaper, The Guardian, on freakin' page Two, in some section called "Today on the Web." Thanks, castlerigger, for pointing that out to me.

I admit, initially, I didn't believe it. I mean, hell: who cares what I have to say, especially about the Winter Olympics? There are many more qualified people out there to talk about them (not to mention people who actually like them), and besides, who would ever believe that someone across the pond would be interested in what I have to say about anything? I couldn't (and still can't) find an online version of it, either.

But castlerigger gave me the quote and the page number, and so I went about calling various establishments until I found someone who could get me a copy.

So I drove out to Lane Avenue to pick a up my very own copy of the February 20, 2006, Guardian, printed out at a local bookstore.

And Wow. There I am. In print. In the freakin' UK. A place I've never been physically. And I'm sitting in my car, staring at page two, laughing.

This has got to be the most amusing thing that has ever happened to me.

I'm still laughing. I called my parents and told them about it, and they got a real kick out of it. I've been commanded to bring the clipping home, of course, to show them.

Who knew my opinion was so valuable? And here I thought I was just bitchin' about the Olympics. . .