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Hey, I just noticed that today is my red hat’s first birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RED HAT!

Really ought to wash that hat, actually.

A Special Legacy of Violence and Pain

BRENDAN ADKINS OF THE CENTO has been awarded FIRST PLACE for COMIC STRIP OR PANEL

Yeah, remember Short Bus? The comic where I used to rip off Penny Arcade jokes and print them in the newspaper? Apparently it was the best comic strip for colleges with under 5000 students in Kentucky last year. Who knew?

It’s nice to have the validation, except that I know nothing about the competition or stakes in KIPA Division B. I may well have been the only entry. Also, this only drives back into my head the fact that I never draw comics anymore, dammit.

This is Kentucky

“I had never seen something so corrupt and lawless in my entire career … interference with a federal investigation of the most serious environmental disaster in the history of the Eastern United States.”

I have a friend who’s from Inez originally, and I remember talking to him over IM when the spills happened in 2000 (we were home on fall break at the time). He took some pictures of water in the area; I’ll have to ask if I can post some of those, if he still has them.

It’s not a quiz, it’s a <i>web toy</i>

Doctor Unheimlich has diagnosed me with
Brendan’s Disorder
Cause: poor dental hygiene
Symptoms: excessive hand numbness, vertigo, American accent, slightly squeaky voice
Cure: drink more tea

Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:

See, it’s funny because I actually have a casual acquaintance with Dr. Unheimlich, and (I assume) he knows I have an American accent. Darn you, Dr. Unheimlich!

Metafinity: #2 in a series

“In March, Awards World magazine sponsored the inaugural ‘Awards Awards’ at London’s Dorchester Hotel, handing out awards to members of the British awards-presentation industry for the year’s best awards shows. Spokesperson Barbara Buchanan explained, ‘Everybody likes to win an award,’ even the people who give out awards (who staged ceremonies for about 1,000 major presentations in Britain last year). Although Buchanan called this year’s program a success, she said it is disqualified from receiving any awards at next year’s Awards Awards. [BBC News, 3-5-04]”

Good thing, too, or the whole system could go critical. Metacritical!

Maria took me to the Louisville Science Center. It’s been probably like a decade since I’ve been there, even though I now live within a mile of it, and it was pretty cool to go back. The rumor is true–the magnificent woolly mammoth that used to occupy the entrance is gone, as are the mummies. The two polar bears are still there, though, hidden in the back of the second floor. Rarr! I’m a polar bear!

Whoa. Why just work at Google when you could work for Google on the moon?

Actually, they are hiring for real, which is intriguing. I hope they’ll still be doing it when I finally graduate. Seeing job opp pages at my dream companies always sets my heart a-thunderin’–until I remind myself that oh yeah, I’m still in school, and even if I were that good a programmer they’re not going to let me in the door without a couple years of pro experience first.

It’s nice to think about, though. I mean, the moon.

Lately, with the absence of Captain Rodchester, Tuesday Night Basketball has transitioned to a kind of Weekly Illuminati Night, Where Maria Always Wins. That’s right. Maria has won every single one of our (three) games, including the first one, when she’d never laid hands on it before. I hate Maria.

Expect a spate of posts about Illuminati now, in the fashion of many geeks when just getting into Illuminati. Also, I’ll probably complain about the Society of Assassins, whom I apparently draw 75% of the time, and whom I am growing to hate. Assassins suck. Give me the Bermuda Triangle.

Secret Conspiracy Update: If you google for “steve jackson” illuminati, this ISP in Austin comes up as like the second result, despite the fact that they in no way mention either a) “steve jackson” or b) Illuminati. Dun dun DUNNN!

Okay, I’m not sure what that proves.