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Friday, November 05, 2004
A new Space Monkeys! comic arrives this morning to kick off the weekend in good stead.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Almost forgot: I had a review of the Arrested Development Season One DVD set that ran in the paper last week.
Li'l Floaty Omie Head struggles mightily to come up with an XL Blog topic and ends up grasping on the subject of comforting background entertainment by the tips of his fingernails.
I'm tired, ya'll. Are we over the biterness yet? You guys know I'm not a fan of bitternes. I like my days sweeter and my nights sweeter still. And my mid afternoons? I like them full of delicious cheeeeeese.
I sincerly hope that if I ever write a book and it's notable enough to get savaged by critics, that I have the wherwithal to call the criticism, "poppycock, piffle, balderdash."
I think I would like to name my first child Poppycock Piffle Balderdash Gallaga.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Heroes and Villains
Buck up, little campers.
There's a new Action Gravy comic up this morning.
I hear it can help with election hangovers.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
I'm so excited; and I just can't hide it
I promised myself I wouldn't get riled up and exited tonight, but DAMN! This is awesome!
I wanted to be jaded and spent about this election. I didn't want to care because if you care, you might get hurt. But you can't deny the energy, even if some of it is negative, that's going into tonight. Everybody's just breathless.
Some interesting reading: Jimmy Breslin's last regular column for Newsday. He plans to sleep well tonight.
Also, Salon's state timeline. Have fun tonight. Try not to take it too seriously, you know? It's just all our futures.
Slate calls it? + Overclocking lust
Everyone in punditland is trying to log on to Slate.com, which apparently has already predicted a Kerry win based on exit polls. The site is crashing hard under the tide of Web surfers wanting something other than the blank state maps and hedging that all the regular news sites will be doing for most of tonight?
There's nothing quite like being in a newsroom on a big election night. You feel energized and alert, in the know. I work late every Tuesday night, but this long shift feels different. I'm pretty glad to be here.
In other news: My brother is having major computer problems, which is weird because it mirros the weird, funky errors I'm having with my desktop computer, too -- I tried to install a new video card, a delectable Radeon 9800 Pro, and my motherboard is simply not having it. It will work, but only out of AGP mode, which makes it like driving a supercharged jet ski on sand.
I found that I'm not the only person with this problem, and that rather than spend another few days constantly rebooting my computer, fucking with the BIOS settings and uninstalling drivers in Windows, flashing the BIOS, upgrading the drivers, reseating the AGP card, etc., etc., etc. trying to get two products that simply don't like each other to live in harmony, I should just shell out $50 and get a new motherboard. I'm hoping that'll work. If you're at all into techie stuff and love to get reviews of individual products from the people who go nuts for this stuff, you should check out Newegg.com. There's something inherently scary and great about a site where there are about 275 reviews for a single motherboard.
I bitch constantly about PCs and how much of a pain in the ass they are to configure, but I secretly love it. Last night, I couldn't sleep, because I was fantasizing about overclocking an AMD mobile 2500+ processor, which apparently is like a nectar-filled Tootsie Roll full of overclocking goodness. I think it gave me a chubby.
It's sick, right?
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Answers to obvious questions:
Yes, I'm dressed as Prince. That's PJ as Tyrone Biggums. What you can't see is my furry pastel purple sash/belt, my lacy white gloves or that the word "SLAVE" is scrawled on my cheek. I thought that might not be perceived well by my guests, so I asked Patty to write, "Rented," instead, but she insisted that "SLAVE" was better.
I wasn't sure what to dress as this year, but when your wife hands you a purple crushed velvet robe, it becomes fairly obvious what your costume should be.
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