February 2004 Archives

Fat Tuesday

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Every year, since my birthday lies so close to Mardi Gras, my mother orders me one of the fantastic filled King Cakes from Paul's of Picayune. I got this year's cake yesterday and shared it with the office, leaving just enough for this morning's breakfast. Yummy as ever.

Cast Iron Chef

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The Food Network is about to tape a new series of Iron Chef specials, featuring not only some of the original Japanese chefs, but also Alton Brown on commentary. I can hardly wait. [via TV Barn]

Celebrity Politics

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Apparently the Governator has seen Demolition Man a few times too many, and is starting to take it seriously.

In his initial public appearance during a four-day East Coast trip to attend his first National Governors' Association meeting and raise money for his bond campaign, Schwarzenegger also talked in some detail about the possibility that he might want to run for president some day.

The U.S. Constitution prohibits anyone not born in this country from seeking the White House, but Sen. Orrin Hatch, R-Utah, is trying to amend the Constitution so foreign-born residents who've lived here 20 years would be eligible.

There's something I've been trying to understand. It seems that most politically active entertainment industry types -- actors, musicians, etc. -- are Democrats. Lord knows they're the ones who usually find a venue to say something asinine that pretty much embarasses the rest of their party. Why is it, then, that the Republicans are the most likely to take their celebrities seriously? As in, seriously enough to vote washed-up actors into high office?

The apocalypse is nigh.

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I was in the electronics department at Target this weekend when a video, apparently by a band called The Darkness, came on the demo feed. I have known for years that this dread moment was inevitable, but I had failed to sufficiently prepare myself for the horror. It seems that the resurrection of the Hair Band is upon us. Oh, the humanity!

Mason and Dixon

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Here's a nifty little quiz to determine if you talk like a Southerner or a Northerner. Coming from Mississippi, I wasn't surprised to score "91% Dixie". An amusing look at regional speech patterns; I'm sure Henry Higgins would love it. [via Medley]

A license to print circuitry

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It's nice to see that a technology I've been watching is finally making it to the practical stage. Motorola has a plant up and running that produces semiconductors on a printing press instead of the usual silicon-substrate fabrication. I'm looking forward to the day that I can get a computer monitor printed on flexible material that I can roll up and carry around in a tube. [via [H]ard|OCP]
Jeff Skilling does the perp walk. Now I'm just waiting for a similar shot of Ken Lay that I can use as wallpaper.

Free Time

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Let's see... That leaves Alias, Good Eats, and wrasslin'. Nice to know I'm not going to need a TV for much longer.

I've finally gotten sufficiently fed up with Outlook Express to seek out an alternative e-mail client. The thing about bad software, however, is that if you live with a piece of software long enough, you get so used to its quirks that it's hard to adapt to a new program with new quirks. I've fiddled around with several different e-mail clients over the last few days: Pegasus, Eudora, Thunderbird, etc. All fine programs in their own ways, but none of them seemed quite suited to my way of working. I finally bit the bullet and chose to try living with Mozilla for a while, for web browsing as well as e-mail.

Science Fiction Double Feature

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A couple of webloggers that I follow, Peter Milan and John Scalzi, have both just finished writing novels over this past weekend. Congats to both of you!

There is no escape.

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I would have been happy enough to ignore Valentine's Day, and leave it to those who enjoy it. I should have known better. The Google search engine has long been famous for customizing its logo for holidays and other events. This is the first time, however, that I've noticed my Google Toolbar re-theming itself in celebration. *groan*

Hate

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I don't know of any way to better summarize the proposed anti-gay-marriage amendment than Dahlia Lithwick has done:
A Defense of Marriage Amendment would enshrine, for the first time, language of intolerance and exclusion in a document that was intended to set forth basic rights.
Medley is calling it The Hate Amendment. Sounds about right.

Fragtastic

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The demo for Unreal Tournament 2004 is now available. See you in a couple of weeks.

Wardrobe Malfunction

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I don't remember what I was doing during the Superbowl halftime show, but I only heard about the outrage later. I was horrified to learn that there was an improperly covered boob on stage during the show.

Said boob calls himself Kid Rock.

I oppose any sort of anti-flag-burning amendment. I respect the right of protestors to desecrate the flag in deliberate protest. (I despise most of those who do so, because that helps those they oppose to define patriotism for their own self-serving ends, but that's another rant.) However, I find myself disgusted when someone casually, unthinkingly disrespects the flag by treating it as just another scrap of cloth, as Kid Rock did on Sunday.

As for the weekend's other overexposed boob -- well, I'll just say that we Americans need to learn to make a distinction between nudity and pornography.

A Boy Named Two

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Would somebody please track down Mr. Jon Blake Cusack of Holland, Michigan, and kick the crap out of him? Like, every day for the next month? Just to give him a taste of the fate to which he has doomed his son, Jon Blake Cusack 2.0 as soon as the poor kid enters school? I mean, when I was growing up, I had some issues with the unique name my parents gave me. At least they loved me enough not to make my name into a gorram joke.

Better get a bucket.

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The raging epidemic of Mad Carb Disease is leading to increasingly bizarre culinary behavior across this country. The latest food under siege: the noble pizza. I'm willing to consider the possibility that reduced-carb crusts have their merits (and can't be much worse than what passes for pizza crust in St. Louis). This alleged "pizza-in-a-bucket" nonsense, on the other hand, is a threat to all that is good and right. It's not pizza. It's pizza-less pizza.

(By the way, I gotta ask: Are low-carb, high-protein diets taken seriously anywhere else in the world, or are they a uniquely American pathology?)

Click here to find out why.

OK, I'll admit it.

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  • The AOL TopSpeed ads made me laugh, and were well worth the $500 spent on production values.
  • The new Truth anti-smoking ad was pretty good. Much better than the industry-sponsored wink-wink-nudge-nudge-just-wait-till-you're-18 ads.
  • And while I didn't exactly enjoy it, I approve of any attempt by the Anhauser-Busch corporation to associate its products with animals' rear ends.
I tried to take an interest in this Superbowl, really I did...

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