Maria wants me to inform you that that’s the Valentine’s Day IdiotCam©, up above. Mostly we both just like it because there’s chocolate involved. Chocolate!
Month: February 2004
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Leonard just called to tell me he’s leaving Little Rock for Louisville, putting him at my apartment some time late tonight. When he leaves on the next leg of his road trip back to San Francisco, I’ll be riding with him, skipping out of work and school for a week to hit Far Points West and fly home a week from today.
As linked in the link above (metalinked?), Leonard has titled this expedition “As Long As I’m Here,” but for me personally it’s Captain Spacedork’s “Conquer the Rest of America” Adventure (I was going to make it “Actually Goes West of the Mississippi,” but then I’d just be lying). I get to meet several luminaries from the NewsBruiser User Galaxy of Stars, including Sumana the Cogent, Frances the Bold, and even the famous Atticus Matkin. I also get to do some recon work in anticipation of my return trip this summer.
I’m really looking forward to the trip, and I’m glad Leonard extended me the invitation, especially in light of the fact that he’s still going to have to do all the driving. I’m sure we’ll both be updating from the road when we can. And Mom, don’t worry, I’m packing all clean underpants.
Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to finish
Post: Attack of the okay, you get it already.
CNN: ‘Peanut Butter’ finally free from ‘Jelly’
Even if it weren’t such a neat story, that might be my favorite headline ever. O Homer! O Virgil! Sing unto us of the legendary Struggle of Peanut Butter!
Lady In The Next Cube must be having a rough day–she turned on the radio at 0900 and hasn’t turned it off since, which means that since the batteries are dead on my Discman, we both get to enjoy it. As I told Maria, I now understand that they really meant Soft Rock Music. All Day Long.
So yeah, basically I’ve spent the day trying to decide whether I could crash through the plate-glass window wall, and if the resulting fall would kill me. Soft Rock Hits. All Day Long. I didn’t think I was going to make it, but then–could it be? Yes!
I was saved by Wham!. Careless Whisper came on and revived my flagging spirits by reminding me of the BNL live cover to which Jon and I used to rock out in college. Glory be.
It was quickly erased by Sheryl Crow, of course, but still.
Pain is A-ALL YOU’LL FI-I-IND!
Here’s the obvious “It’s Alive” pun.
And in his absence, Jon Morris only got better. Envy, hate, joy, cetera smmfm smfm leopold.
I should also mention that Jeremy is now one of a grand total of three webcomics I know of with an RSS feed.
Wikipedia has an interesting list of List of people known as The Great, or similar. There is a distinct lack of people named “The Mighty,” however. Since it is a wiki, I’m tempted to just open up the page and put myself and all my friends on it (“Jon the Fierce,” “Maria the Quotable,” “Yale the Cranky”), but I’m too moral (“Brendan the Moral?”). Wow, the wiki model really does work!
(Link via FTrain.)
You know, etymologically, “sophistication” isn’t really a great thing to have.
Another random word-root thought: I always imagine the action of depending on someone or something to be a kind of leaning on a support, but literally, it means “to hang from.”
“I don’t know how many of you have had uncontrollable hiccups with three holes in your stomach, but it sucks butt. It sucks the biggest butt.”
Stephen relates the harrowing Story of Stephen’s Appendix. I called and sang to him a couple times, which I firmly believe is the only reason he survived.