Friday May 25th 2007, 11:58 am
Thirty years blah blah childhood memory raped blah blah George Lucas’s massive piles of money blah blah…
Star Wars blah blah
It’s never a good sign…
Tuesday May 22nd 2007, 9:18 am
…when you can’t tell which of these two things is more screwed up (and both are not safe for work, unless you work for a porn studio or Lion’s Gate, which might as well be a porn studio).
UPDATE: I now know which is more screwed up: the comment thread on AICN. Jebus.
Also…
Thursday May 17th 2007, 4:32 pm
I rode my bike to work today, figuring it was a good time to do so. The verdict? Sepulveda northbound isn’t as hairy as I thought (though it’s still an uphill slog), riding through the VA at 6 in the morning is cool, and Chandler Boulevard wins for Bestest Bike Lane Ev-Ar. It was 19.3 miles in, and took about 1.37. We’ll see how the return leg is, but I think doing this twice a week will be excellent for Ironman.
Home for the summer
Thursday May 17th 2007, 1:07 pm
Barring someone bowing out at the last minute, I’m not going to Clarion. Ah, well.
The Mercury 13
Friday May 11th 2007, 11:39 am
Holy crap. Tell me someone’s already writing the alt-history novel where we send a woman into space first.
Something to watch when you see Hot Fuzz for the second time…
Monday May 07th 2007, 12:58 pm
So, I went to see Hot Fuzz again (”Bring the noise!”), and it was just as excellent as ever. I also noticed something that has made the filmmakers and probably Bill Bailey rise higher in the Ranks Of The Awesome.
***GAG SPOILER***
Don’t read until you’ve seen the movie.
Elizabeth Hoesli Jacob (12.25.1922-5.2.2007)
Wednesday May 02nd 2007, 5:40 pm
IM071 - Feb 7, 1946
My grandmother died this afternoon in her sleep. Uncle Jim was reading to her and she just stopped breathing.
I’ll be honest: I have no idea how to feel about this. For the last thirteen years, I’ve thought of her as a mean old woman who said hateful things to and about her husband, her children, and the world at large. However, I also know she had a lot of baggage dumped on her from her own mother and her misfiring brain chemistry. People are complicated.
Grandma taught me about good books and William Saroyan. She and Grandpa took me to cool things, like Descanso Gardens and the Huntington Library. She saw a hell of a lot: she was in the Coast Guard during WWII, and she kept a Thompson submachine gun under her desk (she used it as a footstool). I’d much rather remember the woman who sent me letters and told me stories about far-off mythical places like Pennsylvania and Tybee Island. And that will do.
No condolences, please. Just be good to each other.