Conjuring up Political, Cinematic, Cultural, and Athletic Arcana since the Final Days of the Last Century
5/18/00 - Ok, this is weird. Scientists have engineered spider-goats that emit webs in their milk, which could possibly be used for sutures and anti-ballistic systems.
Rounding the final turn of its 300-issue run, Cerebus gets some press (courtesy of Lake Effect and, of course, Dave Sim.)
"Come on now, I've got nukes up the yinyang!"Sir, are you suggesting that we blow up the moon?"
"Would you miss it? Would you?"
Under corporate fire himself, MattL, among others, points out Metallica's reply to Napster.
As you can see, Berkeley is starting to settle in. I should hope the plush squirrel chew toy knows to let sleeping dogs lie.
Ugh. Game 5 is still weighing heavily on my mind. I wish Game 6 were today...
Just like the Energizer bunny, Alan Keyes just keeps on going.
R.I.P. Ji Chang 1973-2000 - An old high school friend of Elaine's and mine, Ji passed away suddenly and mysteriously four days ago in his apartment in Boston. An innate math whiz and avid chess player, Ji was in the midst of graduate work at MIT, where he also attended as an undergrad. Some of my strongest memories of Ji were on the soccer field, where he anchored our diamond defense and always played with verve, intelligence, and energy. The team used to laugh every time we heard the Doors' song, "Love me Two Times," as Jim Morrison apparently seems to be mumbling, "Love me Ji Chang." Apparently, an autopsy could not reveal a cause of death. He will be missed.
Aisle 9 notes the trailer for The Cell, a psychothriller starring Jennifer Lopez and Vince Vaughn.
Medley and Girlhacker point out this piece on left-handedness and its origins. I'm terminally left-handed (and left-footed) - I write, throw, play guitar, everything left-handed (which makes me very easy to guard one-on-one). My mom is also a lefty.
5/13/00 - Bad news for Al Gore - The alien is back and it's endorsed Dubya! (via Pith and Vinegar.)
Redesigns abound, including great new looks for Phish, Kestrel's Nest, and Digital Swirlee.
Color Wheel update: Of 101 blogs listed, blue (cool, collected, contemplative) still leads the pack at 33, while yellow ("sunny disposition and cheerful outlook") remains the most rare at 5.
It's official. Hayden Christiansen is Anakin.
Agh! The Miami Heat beat the Knicks 77-76 in overtime, thanks to the second game-deciding blown call of the 2000 playoffs. (I must confess, at the time of the shot Elaine and I were in the midst of great conversation with Jonathan of Phish, so I didn't notice how badly the refs had blown it until multiple replays later in the night.) It looks like the series will probably go seven now after this malarkey, but I'm confident the Knickerbockers will still prevail.
Meeting Phish, and discovering he's as fun to hang out with in person as he is in cyberspace, was a much-needed respite from a truly terrible day. Unlike The Other Side, whose automobile repair appeared to have ended happily enough (so far - good luck to you, Scott), I wasn't so lucky.
You see, Elaine had told me yesterday that the battery light had come on in our hand-me-down Pontiac Bonneville and that it (the battery) might need replacing. So, this afternoon, I decided to take the car to the local Sears auto center, which is a short ten minute drive away. Nine minutes later, I'm nearing the Landmark Mall when the battery light starts beeping like a madman and the power starts sputtering like a unknown alien lifeforce attack on ST:TNG. Sure enough, not a quarter mile away from my destination, the car goes dead in the middle of an intersection.
Immediately, other vehicles begin honking, flicking me off, yelling, what-have-you. After figuring out it wasn't going to start, I abandoned ship and scoured off in search of jumper cables. Twenty minutes later, I discover that the battery is now so dead that it can't run even with a jump. So then, being under the impression that Elaine has a AAA card, I go off to call her. She wasn't in, but when I get back I discover a police officer has surrounded the Bonnie with flares and called a tow truck of her own "who would be there in the next twenty minutes." Ninety minutes of roadrage attitude from all comers later, the cop is gone, the flares are spent, and the tow truck finally arrives. He takes the car and me the final 300 yards to the Sears Auto Center (for only 50 bones), whereupon I discover, despite the cop's statement to the contrary, the trucker doesn't take credit cards.
So, after sprinting to the nearest ATM and back to pay off the tattooed towing fella, I purchase a new battery from Sears. They tell me everything checks out, so I thank them, exhale, and get on my way. Not three minutes later, the car starts doing the Poltergeist bit again, whereby I swing it around and make like a bandit for the Auto Center. I make it just as the car dies again. They charge the battery again and say the problem must be with the alternator. Well, I got the alternator replaced nine months ago, so it seems a little early to get another one. At any rate, I then took the car to the Precision Tune where I got the alternator last year (thankfully, it's across the street). They said it's probably out of warranty, but they'd take a look at it tomorrow. So I had to walk the twenty-five minutes to the Metro.
Did I mention our AC is busted, and it's hotter than Georgia asphalt in our apartment? Did I mention the Knicks lost on a blown call? It seems entropy is having its way with me today.