Monthly Archives: February 2003

my award has a first name…

it’s o-s-c-a-r. the nominations for the 75th annual academy awards are out, and there are very few surprises in the mix. basically, if you saw the golden globes, you know the roster. but tradition dictates behavior, so humbly i submit my 2002 oscar predictions for your perusal and discussion.

dude, i know your mom

i’m sure you’ve all heard about the dell guy getting busted, and yeah, it’s kind of funny, but i’m far more disappointed than amused. the thing is, i’m just a couple of degrees away from ben curtis. his mom, anne, was my french professor during my brief stint at chattanooga state. when? back when the

yet another brave new world

a new host. a new engine. the site looks mostly the same, but the mechanics have changed a bit. so bear with me while i continue this remodelling throughout the week.

what’s so premium about it?

once again, my webhost nominates itself for the “mysterious incompetence” award, so grabbingsand.org is taking yet another unscheduled nap. update: i have rec’d an almost legible response from my host. as follows: Hello Sir, It will take few hours for the server to be running and so ypu need to wait till it gets in

big orange thing for sale

i’ve been getting strange spam-mail lately from an apparently middle eastern company. the lack of english must be allowing it past my spam filter. they seem to sell used industrial equipment, but since the text is in farsi (or some other non-western script), i’ve nothing to go on beyond the photos. makes for a very

decoration for your corporate cubicle

it’s dre, from outkast. that’s right, boys and girls. outkast action figures. you know you want ‘em.

american-izing your fairy tales

just when i was about to let you good people know that you can cheaply grab his first revamp of a childhood favorite, it comes to my attention that american mcgee is now taking a trip down the yellow brick road. the game is still in the development stages, and it is scheduled for a

why we go

one list of benefits. another list of benefits. still another list. another. and one more. it may only be my simple opinion, but i see human space flight as a good work. and even as the world remembers saturday morning, the work goes on. it must continue. and though we may feel that our leaders

and we drown

cats annoys me. it was my first broadway-esque experience, sure. at the fox. but it annoys me. and its because it takes the poetry of t.s. eliot and recasts it roughly into a handful of strays. i know, eliot wrote old possum’s book of practical cats and penned poems for rumpleteaser and mungojerry and so