Mr T vs. The Matrix

analyses of the Superfriends and The Legion of Doom

blogger won't publish, dammit.

i just watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer , the one with the Hooter Girl Buffy. it's been several years since i've seen it. very funny. it doesn't quite fit with the Maybeline Buffy, but it's still good fun, and it's the only time i thought Luke Perry was attractive. it made me miss Willow, Tara and the other Scoobies. it also made me wonder, why doesn't Spike fly?

i can't find a pic of him to post, but i think i have a crush on Stephen Snedden. mucho grrr! and i kinda like 'em big 'n' dumb (ok, Jimmy Bond is big and dumb. i don't know about the actor. if he's dumb, i mean. i know he's big).

no Gambit in X-Men 2? Beast and the Sentinels to appear? a Wolverine solo project? get some X-Men rumors here.

"Far too many youngsters are desensitised to violence."

so the answer, of course, is to desensitize them to corpses as well.

personally, i'd love to get to watch an autopsy. i'm not psychotic or on the verge of killing my co-workers. i just want to be like Dana Scully.

talking about He-Man yesterday has me wondering: remember how He-Man pointed his sword at Cringer and it shot energy out and transformed Cringer to Battlecat? could He-Man do that with any animal? could he, some day when Cringer's out of town, point his sword at the family dog and get Battledog? or was the sword specifically attuned to the Cringle/Battlecat transformation?

Record Industry Plays Both Sides [via metafilter]

using mathematics to prove that you can't prove much of anything with mathematics has the faintest hint of irony,.

additionally (heh), it seems a bit pretentious of this guy to name his uncalculable number "Omega" as if it was the end all of mathematics. besides, i have a problem with anyone giving a name to a number that doesn't actually exist.
[via metafilter]

A Ghanaian man was shot dead by a fellow villager while testing a magic spell designed to make him bulletproof.

Steve's talking about his Legos made me remember my exstensive Lego collection from my senior year of highs school. i was into the pirate Lego system, and had the whole humongous Pirate Island thing going on, occasionally being attacked by some Lego Tie fighters i'd built. the pirates didn't stand a chance against the Dark Side of The Force.

i left my Legos behind when i went to college. when i returned for Christmas, my Legos were gone. in my absence, my uncle had lain claim to them and transported the entire Pirate Island to his house, only it wasn't Pirate Island anymore. it had become a guitar and the Sphinx. the pirates themselves had become an assortment of body parts in a glass jar. i haven't bought any Legos since.

dammit. bossman has decided to give me more responsibility, cutting into my afternoon goof-off time. not good.

now's my chance to get the Skeletor figure my father wouldn't let me buy when i was a kid. he made me buy He-Man and Man-At-Arms because they weren't evil, and because they were "Real Men"™.

some day, i'd like to tell him that those "Real Men"™ were actually muscle queens, and that's the reason i'm gay.

last week, i blogged about a murder that happened down the street from where i live. i read an update on it today, the first time i'd read the victim's name. Jeanie did some quick checking, and now i'm certain that the victim was a kid i used to tutor during my junior and senior years of high school.

small world.

today is Ruth Bader Ginsburg's birthday. everyone call her up and sing "Happy Birthday."

Man Survives Fall But Lands Beside Corpse

at least he didn't land on the corpse. that'd be nasty.

tolkhan 2.0 is now up. the text is now brighter to make it easier to read, some of the clutter has been eliminated, i have a nifty new banner that has a rather hypnotic pulsing to it, and i finally put up a new quotation.

"wow!" you say? "a new template, a clean house, nearly finished reading a book... what's up with terrence?"

apparently, celibacy increases my productivity. since i'm feeling productive, i may as well put it to good use, right?

Obviously frustrated with the tepid support so far from religious leaders, [Oklahoma Representative J.C.] Watts said, “I do believe we would have circumvented a lot of problems we’ve experienced over the last 35, 40 years, had the faith community not abdicated their responsibility and if they would have been involved the way their faith dictated that they should have been involved, i.e. racial issues.

he's right. the "faith community" had no positive contribution to the Civil Rights movement. here are some interesting tidbits on this football-star-turned-Baptist-minister-turned-politician.

i really should stop reading the Opinion section of the Tulsa World. the idiocy and ignorance expressed in many of the "Letters to the Editor" makes my head hurt.

Cops bust Girl Scouts for selling cookies.

ha! i've been saying for years that the Girl Scouts are an evil Nazi-esque group. this isn't vindication of my hypothesis, but maybe this is the first step in taking down a shadowy organization vying for global conquest.

One out of every 10 residents of Baltimore is addicted to heroin.

"I did whatever I had to do to get it," [Wanda the recovering junkie] says of her $50-a-day heroin habit.

only $50 a day? a little heroin can go far.

Leopold Page, the Holocaust survivor whose personal experiences inspired the book and movie "Schindler's List" has died.

Bush Backs Off Campaign Pledge on Pollution.

is anyone suprised by this?

zounds! i didn't mean to start anything with that last post. i thought Jonno's post was funny.

i'm only blogging this NY Times article on television and teens because it mentions Buffy a few times, and because i think i know some people who'll dispute Jonno's contention that only 12 to 17 year-old-girls and gay men watch regularly.
[channel surfing by Jonno]

God is missing, or in exile. demons entered this world through abandoned refridgerators and Jeep Cherokees with black windows. Satan wears Tommy Hilfiger and smokes Newports, while fearing Bloody Mary, mother of Jesus, who hunts and kills children. the Blue Lady of the ocean can protect the children though, if they know her secret name.

elaborately constructed tales told by homeless children in Miami.

this cracked me up.
[superhero envy by Jean]

my goal in life is to become a billionaire philanthropist by the time i'm thirty.

unfortunately, at the age of 26, i am nowhere close to being either wealthy or philanthropic. i'm not too worried about the latter; the former i blame on The System*, and on the millions of people who still resist forming a cult around me and tithing generously.

* from what i understand, it's similiar to The Matrix, but with less ninja kicking and very few cool fx.

the virtual vibrator

today's a slow newsday.

there's a similiar thing happening in my roommate's room, some kind of odor seeping out. i can't really identify it, save to say that it's uniquely him and that it makes me wonder if he's a bedwetter, or into solo WS.

anti-procrastination efforts are coming along well. i'm shaven (yippee! i don't look like i'm 26 anymore!), i half cleaned as i said i would (dustbunnies are gone. chrome isn't shiny yet), and i read 150 pages of my book last night (it may be light fare compared to what others read, but the important thing is that i'm reading an actual hold-it-in-my-hands book).

is there anyone who thinks i may have been a little optimistic in my goal to learn español by week's end? eh, gotta have one failure.

i have decided to work on loosening the hold procrastination has on me. i put too much off. i now have 31 books queued for reading. at my current pace, i will finish the 383 pager i'm now working on sometime around Chriskwanzukkah time. i have dustbunnies living in my bathroom that are the size of house cats. my car has needed an oil change since August.

to make myself a more productive person, i am setting some goals for myself for this week:

• finish my current read by Thursday evening (which means by Wednesday evening because i have plans Thursday after work).
• oil change on car (half credit for having a mechanic do it)(yes, i can do my own oil changes).
• propose a budget for myself.
• promptly ignore budget by buying new shoes this week, a CD or two, and maybe some new clothes.
• haircut. haircut. need haircut.
• say 'so long!' to goatee growth and return to clean-shavenality. tonight.
• clean up all the little hairs that fall from the pre-shave trim of my goatee. tonight. (if i don't put it on the list, i won't do it).
• clean bathroom. reveal to world that antique finish fixtures in bathroom are actually supposed to be shiny chrome.
• learn Spanish (other than what i hear on Taco Bell commercials, or come ons).

i think that should work for now. i don't want to overextend myself and give up totally in frustration. we'll see how long it take me to return to my procrastinating, underachieving ways.

i love advertisements.

Obsession for Men

Buffy Fans Lobby For Emmy.

they're raising money for a full page ad in Variety. if you'd like, you can send large amounts of cash to me, and i'll *ahem* see that it gets to where it'll do the most good for me.

Bush Visits Florida for the First Time As President.

big deal. this is akin to "Bush Visits Whitehouse Loo for the First Time As President." i may have cared about it if Florida was in the midst of a civil war, or preparing to invade Mississippi.

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i love getting email like this.

heh. Google Search: "Pleistocene era" finds me. i'll bet the budding paleoarchaeologist who came across "what's a tolkhan?" was a little suprised at what i say occurred twelve thousand years ago.

last night, i had one of the least interesting dates i've ever had. i went out again with Buffy Hating Typhood Mary, and he wanted to go bowling with his co-workers.

there were two problems with that:

• it was our third date and it was the third time we went with his co-workers.
• i have no interest in bowling.

i explained to him why i don't bowl (there's an actual physiological reason), but he wanted to go, so i gave in.

his co-workers aren't bad people. despite my anti-social leanings, i enjoy their company. i'm just not accustomed to dating an entire group of people, which is what it feels like. bowling, though, is second only to golf in Sports That Are Incredibly Boring To Watch. fortunately, there was a bar within the building, so i kept myself occupied by getting IDed by the bartender every half hour and watching the UH/TU basketball game on one of the moniters scattered about the place.

let me say it again. i watched a basketball game. only in the most desperate boredom would i watch a sporting event (save for collegiate wrestling, but that involves sweaty guys in spandex rolling around on the floor together).

BHTM and his co-workers seemed to enjoy themselves. i started to enjoy myself after the seventh beer. soon after, the night ended, and i was driven home. it's terrible that the most enjoyable thing about the date was going to bed alone.