February 21st, 2003
One of my favorite, and most prolific, commenters is Isaac of Laughing Boy. He just emailed me with a great idea: once someone subscribes to post’s comments, could he then just email in new comments by replying to old ones? I think this could be done, but it’ll take some pretty nifty coding between my mailserver and my blogserver (which are two different machines, the first running Mac OSX, the second Linux). Hmmm… I’ll have to play around with this idea some.
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February 21st, 2003
I found a chick willing to go with me to see The Hours, so I can complete my mission of seeing all the Oscar nominees without getting branded as a girly-man. Thanks, Courtney!
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February 21st, 2003
There is no current consensus on the cause of the fire at Staten Island, but members of the eighties band RATT are being sought for questioning. In related news, the Scorpions are being questioned about the explosion of the Hindenburg, and Europe for the thousands of acres burned in last year’s Colorado wildfires.
[Thanks to Owen for the joke.]
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February 21st, 2003
This is just too bad. I thought this story was going to turn out well, after all the awful twists and turns. But is looks like the Mexican teenager that was given an incompatible heart and lung has suffered from irreversible brain-damage because of the fuck-up.
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February 21st, 2003
Man, I just really wanna blog some shit. My fingers are all restless to type, and my brain is running in circles trying to figure out something to give them. Oh, how I want to be funny and cynical! But what is there for a blogger to do, when the desire is there but the inspiration is failing?
If only the stuff I knew about made for interesting blog.
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February 21st, 2003
I just learned about B2 today, and it seems pretty cool. The coolest feature that I can see is the fact that it builds the blog directly out of the database everytime some views it, eliminating the need to rebuild everytime anything is changed. Pretty cool.
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February 21st, 2003
Dog-on-a-stick would make a great name for a rock band.
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February 21st, 2003
Ok, so tonight I’m pulling out the last golden oldie. The last movie that I saw before I decided to go on the quest to blog all the Oscar nominees. Road to Perdition stars Paul Newman, who is nominated for Best Supporting Actor.
This was a pretty good movie. A plot that keeps moving, good actors, and a director with a real visual style. But it had its problems, too. It was a bit slow at times, and the idea of turning Jude Law into an ugly freak was just laughable. Have you seen how hot this man is? By Jebus, I’d fuck him.
So I should concentrate on Newman’s performance, probably, since he’s the only nominee. Amazing, that, really. Since when has Tom Hanks turned in two (also Catch Me if You Can) critically aclaimed performances and not been nominated for Best Actor? I can’t remember when, either. Oh well, though, he’ll just have to enjoy this year from the audience.
Newman was good. When he had to choose between his ne’er-do-well real son, and the solid, faithful man who was like a son, he truly seemed conflicted. The choice was obvious, you have to go with blood, but at what price? The scene with Newman and Hanks playing a piano duet while the son looks on with envy was very well done, not overplayed at all by either primary actor.
I don’t think Newman will win. He’s in probably the most contested category of the awards this year. All four other actors have been applauded for their performances, and Newman’s had his days in the sun. Give this award to Walken or Chris Cooper.
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February 21st, 2003
So the drinkfest didn’t go as long as planned, at least not for me. I had my limit of three margaritas (that’s the bar’s limit, not my personal limit), and I felt tired and I missed my blog, so I drove home. I had a good time, lots of work folks enjoying margaritas and chips and salsa. You’d think that your co-workers at a huge, ancient computer company (we made our name with typewriters, fer crissakes) would be a bland, gray bunch. But they aren’t! In fact, I’m planning on taking a trip to Cancun with five or six of the single folks in a month or two.
The strange thing is my parents met while working for the same company. They were in a class together, in Washington D.C. My grandmother lived in D.C. at the time, so my Dad was staying with her for the duration of the class. Now, he was getting a bit long in the tooth, so when he came home the first day my grandma asked him if there were any women in the class. He said yep, but one was married and one was a giant.
The giant was my Mom. Six feet tall, and over an inch taller than Dad. But they ended up hitting it off, and here I am today, working for the same company. Bizarre.
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February 21st, 2003
Probably won’t be doing any more blogging today, and I’ll miss today’s installment of the Oscar nominees. I’m leaving work in about 30 minutes to hit a local Mexican restaurant to consume several weapons of localized destruction that they call Margaritas. Whooo, boy!
In other news, eighty-six people died at a Great White show. What were eighty-six people even doing at a Great White show? Also, how do Great White manage to afford pyrotechnics in their show at this late date?
Corporate espionage sure is fun!
Tomorrow: a probable review of Unfaithful, a report of the fun had at tonight’s drinkfest, and laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.
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