you watched the parade. you visited your relatives. you consumed turkey. and now you are ready to begin the holiday season in earnest. time to make your lists, check them twice, so on and so forth. but perhaps you need a little seasonal inspiration, and that’s where i can help with some random instances of holiday glee.
today’s mental trimming is:
stan freberg’s christmas dragnet!
long before grandma got run over by a reindeer, joe friday convinced a thug of the reality of “santy” claus. i heard this so much it on morning fm radio when i was little and thought it was hilarious.
i’ve seen two films this week: the missing and 21 grams. i thought i’d finish the review for the missing first, but somehow 21 grams pulled to the front. you can read it at JIVE.
jewels has a conversation with karl hyde of underworld.
Karl, you do know that in America, at least, you are what we fondly label a computer GEEK right?
Oh really? I like that! Is that good? he responds laughing heartedly.
yeah. i’ll be breaking out the trainspotting and hackers soundtracks when i get home.
go read my review of the last samurai over at jive.
then come back over here and brush up on your samurai legend and lore:
pace yourself. don’t want anyone to get a mental cramp and then come a-runnin’ back to me screamin’ “my brain is full! my brain is full!”
several of you have received emails from internetseer about this site. they go a little something like:
On Wed Nov 19, 2003 at 01:28:52 AM EST we were unable to reach your website …
first of all, the site hasn’t been down today. secondly, if it was, the only person that needs to be notified is me. so that means that a spider went creeping through my site and picked up email addresses from the comments. then those email addresses were used in internetseer’s marketing campaign. did they do the spidering or did they buy the addresses from elsewhere? not sure. but what i do know is that you won’t be getting anymore emails from internetseer. why?
because i called them.
their CIO was very polite and had no problems about no longer considering my site and using your email addresses… once he realized that grabbingsand makes no money.
“I know you, W. I know where you have been. You are the rich kid who avoided the draft. My friends, too poor to earn a deferment, found themselves in the 13 months of hell that was Vietnam. Yeah, you did the drugs, the drink, turned, in your own words, your mother’s hair grey – real ace baby-boomer stuff. I can still see guys like you cruising in your red Ford Mustangs while I was out marching or handing out leaflets, or struggling to pay my way through university while waiting tables into the early hours.”
the guardian has collected 60 open letters to the president on the occasion of his state visit to london.
today i discovered genefilter. genefilter takes random thread text from individual metafilter posters (like me) and rearranges them into prose that barely approaches coherence. the results are something just this side of an e. e. cummings poem.
Tom Baker does rock the TARDIS, but Romana (the 2nd incarnation – not the 1st) was a french professor at chattanooga state during my stint in the National Guard, which is strictly not full-time service. That’s
true. I am not in the river. and Maybe I left my sense of blog-community? Something that is what you do not drill, get paid, or receive retirement points. One weekend a month and two weeks in the Batman shirt? Or the pseudo-DJ in the National Guard.
yeah. i know. my mind is melting a bit after that one….
bad: “stuck on you” – lionel richie – the man had something when he was wailing with the commodores on “easy” … and perhaps i can allow him some happiness for singing “endless love” with diana ross … but “stuck on you” is probably the low mark of his career. he phones-in the vocals and has all the confidence of a cockroach under a hovering boot. “i’m mighty glad ya stayed.” why? i’m not.
worse: “stuck on you” as sung by a co-worker two rows over. even a song as insipid as this one has a key to be found somewhere, but she’s not even warm. she’s cold. way cold. she’s lost the key and is going for a crowbar and hammer instead.
roll on along…
a bit of wierdness this morning… all of the links along the side were replaced with something else. apparently, someone went a wandering into the blogrolling code last night and had a little bit of fun. so i’ve started rebuilding my blogroll. if you don’t see yourself there, don’t be offended… just give me some time.
also, the site was down for a couple of hours this morning, but the good folks at logjamming picked it back up, dusted it off and started it all over again.
the mouthpiece of fox news is eyeing the big chair.
seriously. the house will be sold, the cats will be packed and plane tickets will be bought for somewhere over the pond.
