7:00pm is approaching too slowly.

last night, a friend (who i rediscovered Saturday evening after he disappeared for 5 months) called. he'd received some worrying news and wanted to know if i'd stop by for a while to talk. i did so, and we talked over a case of MGD (blech!) until the wee hours of the morning. this morning, i was, again, two hours late for work.

being late usually isn't a problem because the rule in the office has been "as long as you're here between seven and nine, it's ok." that was the rule until this morning. the boss made some changes during my tardiness. i was given a "stern talkin' to" and even scored a follow-up reminder email about being late. from this, i have concluded that work sucks. in fact, i have decided that'll be the basis for my thesis, if-ever i actually get myself back at university.

the Supreme Court has ruled in Atwater v. Lago Vista that people may be arrested for minor traffic offenses.

O'Connor, writing for the minority, said Atwater's arrest was unreasonable under the Fourth Amendment. It does not make sense for the majority to say both that Atwater's arrest served no state purpose and also to say that it passed constitutional muster, O'Connor wrote.

"Because the court's position is inconsistent with the explicit guarantee of the Fourth Amendment, I dissent," she wrote.

i knew she still had a sensible bone or two left in her.

who told Jennifer Lopez that she could act?

Hamill, Brown Voice JLA

"Stop the guy in the blue shirt. He's got a gun."

yeah, i know i'd make an effort to stop someone if i heard that.

i thought i lived in Geriatricville, but my neighborhood keeps getting more exciting all the time.

having been found by a search asking 'how many grams in an ounce', i'm wondering how proud i should be that my blog supplied the correct answer.

A cancer doctor who treated the late Cardinal Terence Cooke is accused in a lawsuit by a dismissed employee of loaning samples of the prelate's blood to patients as the "relic" of a possible saint.

it's a good idea. the world needs more holy relics.

ack. Buffy is leaving WB, so there will be something to watch on UPN afterall.
[network moving van provided by Jean]

anyone seen the movie "Last Night"? what'd you think of it?

hmm. Tinman scored a mention on the Blogger homepage.

what's the problem with getting comic superhero movies done? especially this one. dammit, i wanna see buff guys in spandex or codpieces this summer.

"we're going to have a big-ass apocalyptic battle, because that's what we do. And there's going to be some death."

i love it when he puts it that way. makes me all tingley inside.

how is it that some people can be so sure that they're right about something, especially when it's so obvious that they're wrong?

Caleb Proulx, a BYU sophomore, said he attended a vegetarian barbecue last year that was broken up by police for being too rowdy.

for some reason, that really makes me laugh. other parts of the article make me shake my head.
[rowdy vegetarians roused by Max]

note to self: never again have a meatball hero for breakfast.

i hate when this thing double posts.

so.... what did everyone think of last night's Holographic Rights Voyager episode? yeah, i thought so too.

i thought that oversleeping and coming to work two hours late would put me way behind for the day. turns out, i'm way ahead. i still have to stay late to make up the time i missed, but the boss has already left for the day, and soon everyone else will be gone too. then i'll be alone in the scary office. i hate that. there are too many freaky people in the building.

"You know, Michael from Roswell and Xander from Buffy really should get together and start a club for WB guys who are WAY past due for a haircut...At their first meeting they could have Lindsey from Angel lecture on the virtues of finally breaking down and getting a non-skanky haircut. Then they could all go out for haircuts and pie."

no, dear, you crack me up too.

Sarah Michelle Gellar and Freddy Prinze Jr are now engaged. i don't suppose there's a chance that it's actually Freddy and the Buffybot, is there?
[Buffybot wishes provided by Jean]

ha! i just downloaded some cool skins for The Sims. i now have Nightcrawler, Rogue and Mystique from "X-Men," and from Buffy i have Buffy, Willow, Angel, and Spike!

there must be something Simish in the air, because i too stayed up late last night playing The Sims. i passed up my usual assortment of World Conquest/Galactic Domination games (megalomania? me? nah!) for the thrills of micromanagement of a houseful of people all named for and based on my friends.

maybe i shouldn't tell anyone about that.

these things are gonna be so cool. i'm quite certain i'll be the first on my block to have any of these. the cards. not the diseases. it'll be fun to be standing out on the street corner with my friends, trading cards and shouting things like "Cool! i've got syphilis!" to which a friend replies "Yeah? Well, I've had tuberculosis and hantavirus for weeks, but Billy just gave me hepatitis B and C! Nyah!"
[infectious diseases transmitted by Max]

anyone wishing to contact me today, take me to dinner, introduce me to your cousin Pablo, show me the world, swear an oath of fealty to me, or grovel before me would do well to remember that i will be completely unavailable between 6pm and 8pm tonight (Central Daylight Time, of course). i will be re-watching "The Body", followed by the broadcast of "Forever." it's Buffy's mom's funeral, and i'm sure i'll end up being all weepy. anyone doubting my sincerity at remaining undisturbed will have to deal with the viscious attack kitty stationed outside my door. (yeah, she may not be able to do anything to you if you call, but she does know other ninja-cat assassins in other states. you are warned.)

if you are able to time your call/visit with a commercial break, i may make exceptions for the Pablo and Oath of Fealty things.

on this day in 1962, the Supreme Court heard arguments in Robinson v. California, which led to the ruling that, although the possession, sale or purchase of narcotics may be made illegal, the actual addiction to a narcotic cannot be.

today's moral is: it's ok to be a crackhead, as long as you're not caught with it.

let's see... visits from the EPA, Dept of Energy, and Dept of the Interior. they're all connected somehow, and if i wasn't so tired right now, i'd form some sort of Conspiracy Theory about why those three are keeping tabs on me, and it'd probably involve the Girl Scouts. it's been a long while since i've accused them of any evil-doing.

on a less paranoid note, as of 9:29am this morning, the last of the great tolkhans has been visited 2500 times since december 21 last. i couldn't have done it without the unwitting and disappointed help of the "sexy saudi girls" and "Xena and Gabriel naked" searches.

a humble and heartfelt thanks to all those who keep returning to read my insipidity. if i achieve my goal of becoming a billionaire philanthropist, i'll take each of you out for a snowcone.

"Most places with the highest arsenic levels are in the West, among them... Norman, Okla., home of the University of Oklahoma."

i knew i should have gone to Oklahoma State.

Jean has been busy redesigning, and also shifting the style of her blog. i'm envious of her eye for color.

Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr.. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.

[heh provided by Missy's Email Jokes]

hee! my new Buffy videos came with some Buffy temporary tattoos! i'm geek-cheesing it! could this weekend get any better *onlybynotwakingupaloneinthemorning* ?

today has been a good day. i am rid of the automotive demoness. i traded her in for a new mistress. i didn't disclose to the dealer that my car was possessed by an evil force of hell. i don't think state law requires that of me. now i have a shiny (not quite) new car with power everything and shininess! i like shiny cars!

as i tried out my shiny car, i made a quick stop at a music/video store and found the box set for Buffy, with "Welcome to the Hellmouth," et.al. on sale! yippee for me! more Buffy! my weekend will be full of driving and Buffyness.

should have taped Lone Gunmen tonight. how often am i going to get to see Jimmy with no shirt?

a group wants reparations for atrocities committed by Union forces during the Civil War and for atrocities committed during Reconstruction.

my response: it was a domestic uprising. a rebellion. a war. to the victor goes the spoils. tough.

however, if we wish to speak of things that will never happen that we really really wish would happen, then i must ask that all non-Native American people please return to the eastern hemisphere. you may take only what you can carry. non-Native Americans who wish to stay must present your application to me in person. my decision will be completely binding, and completely arbitrary (have an excellent recipe for eggplant parmasan? maybe you'll get to stay. make me laugh, and you may get to stay. get me randy on sight, and you can definitely stay).
[pipe dreams by Max]

here's the next in the series of "Things That Keep Me Up At Night", or, if i'm at work, "Things That Distract Me From Doing My Job":

if Bo and Luke and Daisy Duke are all cousins, where are their parents? why are they all living with Uncle Jesse? and, seriously, what are a couple of handsome fellows like them doing unmarried in their 30s, living together with the bachelor uncle, and sharing a car? the same can be asked of Coy and Vance too.

isn't Boss Hogg just a bit too obsessed with that family, always trying to get the Duke Boys in his clutches?

i forgot to mention this before: my archives index is back up. i don't know what i screwed up, but blogger will only publish the current week in the index, so i've gone through and created the page manually. go me for being bored.

In experiments with mice, his team found that animals engineered to lack brain receptors for natural cannabinoids were less likely to pig-out after fasting, compared with normal mice.

were these Muslim mice during Ramadan? or Jewish mice on Yom Kippur? since when do mice fast?
[go here to see the article. the thought of "more-pious-than-you" mice fasting cracks me up.]

ok, folks. nothing happening in the world today. go home and go to back to bed.

the April 14 issue of TV Guide has a little table comparing Buffy the Vampire Slayer to ER to show how the two shows are becoming more similar:

Buffy	ER
Popular and sympathetic mother Joyce Summers develops a brain tumor.	Popular and sympathetic father Mark Green develops a brain tumor.
Established heterosexual Willow, the reheaded witch, goes lesbian.	Established heterosexual Kerry Weaver, the reheaded bitch, goes lesbian.
A brooding foreigner with a tragic past, Spike, replaces a hunky American as a love interest.	A brooding foreigner with a tragic past, Luka Kovac, replaces a hunky American as a love interest.
Olaf, a large and bellicose troll (played by actor Abraham Benrubi) wreaks comic havoc in the magic shop.	Jerry, a large and bellicose desk clerk (played by actor Abraham Benrubi) wreaks comic havoc in the ER.
A petite and attractive woman mysteriously appears in Sunnydale. Surrounded by a cache of minions, she sucks the brains from humans during her maniacal march toward world domination.	Sally Field gueststars.

is this thing posting yet?

i have several recurring dreams. last night was the Starsky and Hutch dream.

the S&H dream is, at it's most basic, just a pursuit. i'm a criminal of some type, and they're chasing me. usually, there's not a lot to it.

last night, though, i was a major multiple-felon, and also had the FBI after me. there was a spectacular chase scene through the streets of what looked to me to be a blend of Chicago and Dallas, with me on my skateboard, being very Tony Hawk. i managed to elude them by jumping over a wall and ending up in Claremore, the town i grew up in. the rest of the dream takes place there.

i met up with Agent Reyes, who hid me from Starsky and Hutch. i fled, and ended up in a neighborhood composed of TV Families. seriously. the Huxtables were there, the Harpers from "Mama's Family" too, and this strange amalgam-family of Dick Van Patton and Florence Henderson raising a bunch of kids (none of which were Bradys or Bradfords). even stanger, all the Golden Girls were there, only they were kicking ass like Charlie's Angels. they fought off the FBI, but then turned on me, fortunately, i had some Slayer skilz, and staked Rue McClanahan before the other three ran off.

there wasn't much more after that. it sounds like i've been watching to much TVLand or TNT or something, but i swear that i don't watch them at all, and i haven't seen Starsky and Hutch since it originally aired.

where'd he find that? now, my desktop wallpaper is a cap of his desktop. something wrong there.

today also happens to be his birthday. go wish him well.

i'm too obsessed.

reading the paper, i come across the headline "Keating spares life of slayer" (Keating is the governor of Oklahoma), and i think to myself, "spares, my ass. she can take him, hands down"

maybe it's time for terrence to turn off the tv for a while.

from the Tulsa World (since i can't link to it):

The [Oklahoma] House of Representatives passed a resolution Tuesday denouncing the book "American Terrorist: Timothy McVeigh and the Oklahoma City Bombing."

House Concurrent Resolution 1021 says, "It is inappropriate to give recognition and publicity to a man who should be held in public contempt and disdain for his cowardice act of terrorism, and, no matter what justifications are advanced by the authors and publisher, give an admitted mass murderer another opportunity to be in the public spotlight."

The author of the measure, Rep. Jim Newport, R-Ponca City, said, "The idea is to simply not give any more attention to a mass murderer and a terrorist."

The Senate also passed the resolution Tuesday.

Sen. Grover Campbell, R-Owasso, asked, "Are you telling me we are going to deny public attention to this book by passing a resolution that is going to be printed in the House and Senate journals and reported by the media?"

"Unfortunately that's true," replied Sen. Mark Snyder, R-Edmond, the Senate author of the measure.

heh. god bless the simple little minds that are running this state.

i haven't seen it since junior high, so, could some please fill me in on why Catholics would be offended by The Exorcist?

were you one of those people who left the theater after Battlefield Earth and said to your friends "Man! that'd make a great cartoon series!" no? then who the f*ck was it?

Five Great Looks from this season's Buffyverse. i'm not so keen on the Buffster's earrings, but the Host and the diabolic duo of Darla and Dru definitely get my vote.

and for those of us who just can't get enough sadness and pain and angst, especially with the recent eps of "The Body" and the upcoming "Forever," here's the Top Angsty Romantic Moments from Buffy.

this comes from some spam i received this morning:

Researchers at the University of Kentucky found that women exposed to pictures of men that had been sprayed with [the pheromone] Androstenone found the men far more sexually attractive.

this Androstenone is powerful stuff, but definitely not for me. when i get home tonight, i'm gonna break out my Junior Chemist set and the EZ Bake oven and create my own line of anti-Androstenone, or maybe Homostenone. i think there's a lucrative market out there for it.

dark scary clouds swirled through the sky in multiple directions. big fat rain drops pelted me as i walked from my car to my office. the wind howled and clawed at people with umbrellas. executives in tasteless suits ran from their privileged parking spaces to the safety of the covered loading docks, slowing only to step daintily over puddles and rivulets.

i love when it rains.

car trouble last night has given me reason to take today to have the problem corrected. only now, my car's not doing anything that needs correcting. she thinks it's funny.

i've tried to describe the problem to mechanics, but they say, uniformly, that unless they can see the symptoms themselves, they cannot diagnose the problem. my car is not cooperating with me. she's trying to make a fool of me.

it's some sort of power game. she wants me to know that i'm at her mercy, and that it's actually she who owns me. she hates me.

that's what i get for giving her the name of a demon.

you know, my day would be much emptier without Max. he's a prolific poster, which is usually enough to cover any shortfall when some of my other regular reads are posting less, out of town, or redesigning.

Brazilian lost tribe discovered.

there are several things about this article that really draw my ire, beginning with the title. lots of ire.
[asshole anthrologists discovered through Metafilter]

"the true wolf population is a fraction of the officially stated 100 animals."

does this mean there are only 100 total wolves in Norway? and Norway sanctioned the hunting of a tenth of them?
[bastards via Metafilter]

"The government of the Australian state of Victoria has banned a planned Good Friday debut of the director's cut of The Exorcist, the Associated Press reported."

heh.

"I tried to calm him down," said Gamera. "He was just losing it, man. He started yelling at Probst, calling him a 'primate supremacist', and saying how the whole thing was rigged. It was gettng out of hand. And then it happened..."

Anguirus, in a fit of rage, promptly trampled Jeff Probst and proceeded to devour him. "Hula Hoop this, you sonovabitch!" screamed the spiked dinosaur as he stuffed the hapless Probst in his gaping maw.

i'm liking the Monster Island version much better than Australia. when was the last time a contestant tried to eat the host on the CBS show (speaking of which, there's a nice little tie-in for that. read some Survivor Haiku for more)?

"For seven and a half years I've worked alongside President Reagan. We've had triumphs. Made some mistakes. We've had some sex...uh...setbacks." —George Bush Sr., in 1988

i didn't pay much attention to politics in 1988, since i was all of 13, but now i wish i had. compare Bush I to Bush II.

don't f*ck with the clown.

a marketing assistant claimed that she was fired by McDonald's for her campaign to rid the world of the Hamburglar. the fun points of the story:

• the woman was hired after a newspaper story described her standing in front of a mall with a sign reading "Mother Will Work For Wages." apparently, i've filled my résumé with a bunch of unimportant educational history and employment experience. from this day forward, it will simply say "Will Work For Wages" (like any good prostitute), or, if i'm seeking a white collar position, "Will Work For Salary Plus Benifits," or if i choose to be a politician, "Will Work For Graft."
  
• of all the ills in the world, she chooses to start a crusade against Hamburglar? that'd be a little low on my list of priorities (if i were inclined to actually do something about the world's ills, which i'm not).
  
• "I figured what better way for McDonald's to show the community that they care." ah. so Ronald McDonald House Charities aren't as worthwhile?

had i been her supervisor, i probably would have fired her too for not notifying me that she wouldn't be at work, depending on her job performance. seriously, how good could someone be when they were hired from the standing-in-front-of-a-mall-with-a-sign employee pool?

yeah, it's a six year old story, but it got me laughing.

now i know what Faith is.

i bought The Slayer Chronicles last night, and had myself a little watchparty (with only me and Technicolor Bear, but all he did was lie around staring). Angel's visit to Faith in prison makes sense now (though i don't know *why* she's in prison), and seeing ultra-shallow Cordelia was fun (though i so much like her hair better now). and Anya! she showed up briefly! i had to hop up and down in my chair when i saw her.

Graduation Day was one of the best episodes! who needs Crouching Tiger when you have fight scenes like Buffy and Faith's?

there is nothing to do here at work. hasn't been a single report sent down in almost three hours. now, there's no one left upstairs to send reports down, so there will be no more today. but i can't go home. i have to stay here. i've run out of interesting blogs to read, and i'm bored. please, someone send me email. brighten the day of a lonely cubicle dweller.

pssssst! hey you.....email me!

it's that time of year again, for sugar overdose madness. personally, i don't like to eat 'em, but they sure are cute.

a profile of Bruce Campbell. and here's the ten most misleading B horror film titles. everything you need to know is at The Astounding B Monster.

The Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror Films has announced its nominations for the 27th annual Saturn Awards.

Freddy Krueger is getting a Life Career Award, and it appears to have been a slow year for the science fiction/fantasy/horror/action/adventure/thriller genres, judging by some of the crap that was nominated. they left out a catagory: Film I'm Least Likely to See. my nominee, for the 5th year running, is anything with Arnold Schwarzenegger.

it's an old one, but indulge me:

"New York mayor Rudy Guiliani is again expressing outrage at an art exhibit, this time at a painting in which Jesus is depicted as a naked woman. Said the mayor, 'This trash is not the sort of thing I want to look at when I go to a museum with my mistress.' "

i love Tina Fey. not quite as much as Jimmy Fallon, but dern-near close.

As for the White House, a spokesman said, "The president has taken any number of bold steps to safeguard our environment.

this reminds me of the Simpsons episode "Guess Who's Coming to Criticize Dinner".

the Springfield Shopper claims that it's newspaper is printed on a certain percentage of recycled paper.

"What percentage?"

"Zero. Zero's a percent."

We'd like to have Baptist ministers and Catholic priests buying and selling drugs... —North American Interdenominational Conference

not really. it'd be a heck of a way to get church and mass attendance up though. that's actually a quote from a NYTimes article about questionable drug task force arrests in Texas.

please, God, i'd rather have Crowe be Bond.

HispanicOnline recently talked with Antonio Banderas about how the film version of Andrew Lloyd Weber's play [Phantom of the Opera] was progressing to which he replied: "I think we're going to do it.

this cannot be happening.

The rumblings have been around for a few days but it hit the press today over at MSNBC who have been in contact with a source claiming they've been trying to get Russell Crowe for the role of James Bond once Brosnan leaves the franchise.

it's a rumor. please let it stay that way. i love the Bond films, but i'd have to boycott them if Crowe was Bond, out of respect for Dennis.

Crowe joins an ever increasing list of candidates for the role when Brosnan goes including the likes of fellow Aussie Hugh Jackman.

that's better.

my keyword misdirection ploy worked too well, methinks. the leading referrer to my site for each of the last 5 days has been a Yahoo search for "s_xy S__di g_rls", although "melonenfick" is making a strong showing too now.

um, am i still hallucinating, or is there something wrong with the quote today?

not alot going on in the world, i see. today's a slow news day. instead of linking to fascinating factoids of national and international importance, i'll just tell you what's going on with me, which is, in it's own way, of international importance. stroke my ego and agree with me.

i didn't know that today is National If Your Job's Not Fun, Don't Go To Work Day until after i got to work. now i'm stuck here. i don't think anyone in the office realized what day it is, because we're all here. holidays such as this should be better marketed and publicized. Hallmark really dropped the ball on this. i'll bet their IYJNFDGTW Day card sales suck.

finally saw Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon last night. no one told me it was a sad movie. i cried all the way home. not really. but it did make me wish i had a sworrd, and that i was a Chinese girl so i could bounce around the tree tops and run on the walls. Chinese people are cool, and you know they can *all* do stuff like that. they're just too modest to show it.

Jean and i finally exchanged Christmas gifts. she got me the The Hobbit pop-up book. it makes me so happy to have someone who always knows the perfect gift for me. i had to hop around when i saw it.

i think i hopped, anyway. i may have imagined that part. yesterday was an interesting experience in pharmacological side effects. i spent a good portion of the day hallucinating after taking that Flexeril. some of the more interesting things i saw include lines on a page transposing themselves, an orange tabby cat sitting in my cubicle, and my computer moniter blinking at me. so no more prescription drugs for me. i'll just stick to large amounts of liquor when i can't sleep.

and speaking of liquor... ok, i don't have any liquor tales to tell, but if i had, i also had a good segue to go along with it

and finally, my last experience of yesterday evening was going to a Chinese take out place after the movie, ordering some chicken item with the name of Chinese province. i take my order home, open it, and find broccoli beef. i've only ordered from that place once before, and the same thing happened then, too. i didn't realize that broccoli beef was also known by so many names containing the word "chicken".

yippee! just got confirmation. Jean and i are on for Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon tonight. finally, someone's going to go see it with me.

ever other day or so, i get a couple of emails here at work that read "There is another 'I Love You' virus e-mail going around. If you get it don't open it, delete immediately!"

i'm becoming quite annoyed by it. whomever it is that keeps opening the attachment and re-circulating the virus shoud be killed denied use of the company's email system so i don't have to get that stupid message every second day.

i don't understand all the hullabaloo over background checks to purchase firearms (especially in the cases noted in the article). the buyer had to wait 20 minutes for the background check to go through.

[The man with the mustache] said he had been attending gun shows for 55 years, "and I've never seen an illegal transaction."

um... how would he know? it's not like criminals wear Hamburglarish striped uniforms.

and since i'm on the subject of the X-Men movie, are we gonna see Ms. Marvel soon? Rogue has to absorb Ms. Marvel's powers so she can fly.

but even more importantly, are we gonna see Dazzler? no...wait... they'd end up casting Britney Spears as Dazzler. i'd rather not see that.

a reportfrom Sci Fi Wire on X-Men 2 has Bryan Singer saying "I can't give you any hints as to whether the Sentinels and Dark Phoenix will turn up." that's the first time i've heard mention of Dark Phoenix in reference to the cinema X-Men, and i think any fan of the paper X-Men would agree with me that seeing the Dark Phoenix Saga on screen would kick ass, take names, publish them in the NY Times and refuse to issue a retraction. well, seeing it as it should be, anyway (God and Stan Lee willing).

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: the animated series? looks like i won't be sleeping in on Saturdays for much longer.

i was looking up some information on cyclobenzaprine (the generic name for Flexeril), taking a look at some of the side effects. the website cracks me up (not hard to do, i guess).

throughout the page, various terms are linked so that, when you click on them, you get a little javascript pop-up that defines the term. some of the words that are linked for quick 'n' easy definition are human, breast, mouse, age, male and animal, while terms such as vacuolation, tachycardia, hyperpyretic and myocardial infarction are not.

if the site is mainly for use by the average Joe or Jane on the street, you'd think the medical terms would be defined. if the site is meant to be a reference for medical professionals, would you really want to use the physicians or pharmacists who don't know what a mouse or a male is?

Not the face!

John Doggett rose a notch in my estimation last night, then quickly fell back.

scene: Krycek jumps into his car and takes off. Doggett runs after him. i'm thinking yeah! go T1000 on his ass! he catches the car, reaches through the window and punches Krycek! i shouted "No! Not in the face!"

Doggett, of course, doesn't listen to me, and continues to beat him.

bad Doggett! bad! he needs to be bonked on the head with a rolled up newspaper.

i love nature documentaries.
[diminutive mammalian facts brought to you by planet smarty marty]

egad. i just noticed that my archives aren't publishing.

and no, that's not an April Fool's joke. if it was, it'd be even lamer than my two oranges joke (yes, this is an attempt to get everyone to reconsider a joke that never fails to make me laugh).

a tentative hoorah!
[NYTimes. reg. req.]

so let's recap this week's events on Survivor. not that Survivor. this Survivor.

After losing the Karaoke Immunity Challenge, Mechagodzilla was booted in the nearly unanimous decision of his Islandmates. the key to his downfall was probably his failure to establish a Lizard Alliance with the other reptilian contestants (some may point to the fact that Mechagodzilla isn't technically a reptile, but rather a mechanized simulacrum of a reptile as the largest obstacle to the Lizard Alliance).



for more details on this week's events, visit the Survivor: Monster Island website.

today, i get to spend the day opening envelopes and sorting faxes.

i think i'm a little overqualified for my current position.

here's a little bio for Northstar, Marvel Comics' first openly gay superhero. for one issue. of the original Alpha Flight series. which means he's Canadian. from what i can tell, he didn't make it into the new Alpha Flight, which began publishing last summer, but i did stumble across some news that he joined/will join the X-Men briefly this month (and because today's the 29th, it's probably already happened) to help fight Magneto because most of the other X-Men are off doing something else. lazy bums.

this brings back too many terrible memories of abused adolescence and innocence ripped away. sometimes, though, you have to stand up and say, "I am no longer a victim. I am a survivor."

i heard on the radio this morning that VH1 viewers chose the greatest dance song of all time. their choice: Living La Vida Loca.

bleh. i used to think those people had taste.

i'm at the top of the list on a Yahoo search for gengar + malaria. i'm also the only result on the list. who'da thunk?

an Elseworldsesque thing with a Stalinist Superman is the type of thing that, though the idea catches my interest, i wouldn't make an effort to find and read. until i read that Pat Buchanan is disgusted by it. now i must read it.
[Disgusting Comic Book Revisionism caused by Ghost in the Machine]

send a photocopy of your ass to Sylvester Stallone's mom (along with a check for $100) and she'll tell your fortune.
[fortuitous assprints stolen from memepool]

there's something about using an actual sports term in conversation that leaves a terrible taste in my mouth.

this Survivor is much more interesting than the one currently showing. i'd watch any show that bills itself as a "Machiavellian game of wits and atomic breath."

eww. children are nasty little buggers anyway, so why would you want to suck their feet?
[ha! after some badly needed coffee-dissolved-in-a-cup-of-sugar-&-cream, i was able to work that link into a sentence. i need to get more sleep]

"I think their plan is to do Aliens Vs. Predator. And I'd just assume not be in that, although I'm sure I could whoop them both."

Sigourney Weaver, when asked about a possible fifth 'Alien' movie.


a corollary: who'd win in a fight: Ripley or Rocky?

and would my use of the word corollary be an example of catachresis? (i love a man with an extensive vocabulary. if i didn't already have a crush on Jimmy Bond (at right), i'd be crushing on Dean right now)

egad! one of my co-workers stole the lamp off of my desk! and he has the globes to use it at his desk like i wouldn't notice! bastard must die!

bah! the DSL was down at home last night. sucked.

there's a particular restaurant i dined at often whenever visiting the St Louis area. the last time i ate there with my best mate Brian, he took a bite of his meal and immediately spat it out. the meat was rancid. we stopped going there.

i found out this weekend that the place has been closed down for serving puddy tat. it's not enough that i have to worry about Daft Cow Disease, but also that the subjects of "$50 Reward If Found" posters may have become several of my $6.95 dinner entres.

yes! one less clown!

for the coulrophobic, or the misocoulroic (i made up a new word!), here's ihateclowns.com's Scary Clown of the Day (and it is scary).

for 007 fans, here's the self-billed "definitive James Bond resource."

Animator Hanna Dead At 90.