Don't Go Breakin' My Heart
That's the number one song the day I was born: "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John and Kiki Dee.
This'll help you waste your time too. Let me know your song in the comments.
You will find me at the corner of Speed and Power
That's the number one song the day I was born: "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John and Kiki Dee.
We got an e-mail saying:
One of the dogs knocked our work PowerBook off the couch and broke the tip of the power cord a few weeks ago. Last night, when trying to get to the phone, I tripped over the power cord and dog and dropped the PowerBook again, this time having it land with the worst electronic "thud" I've ever heard.
Little Nemo The Grandaddy of all comics, Little Nemo in Slumberland is reprinted the way it was created: damn big.
By a vote of 10 to 7, Rudolph wins by a bright-shiny-take-that-Plumbing-Boy nose. Yes, in the worst-kept-secret this side of "George Bush doesn't care about black people" I'm the Rudolph fan.
A couple of runners up: Love Actually, Serendipity, Elf, and Santa Claus Versus the Martians (MST3K version) all are in the Top 15. Another day the 15-6 might be a little different, but 1-5 is pretty stable.
I've been re-watching the first three seasons of The West Wing recently and missing how good it was. Over the weekend I read that actor John Spencer died. Spencer played Chief of Staff Leo McGarry for all seven seasons, and apparently started running for VP this past year or so.
One of the best shows on the net that isn't TWIT is Coverville. Lots of fun Christmas stuff, and a great Asia cover, and how many times in life do you type "a great Asia cover?"
My criteria is this: do I love it? Am I compelled to watch it if it's on the tube? Have I learned the true meaning of Jesus' Birthday?
Well, it sounds like the snow and ice is too bad to cross a mountain or . There're 9000 homes without power and the roads are iced over. And Rhett Miller is still playing, and there are no refunds.
Tonight Rhett Miller, of the Old 97's, my favorite band still producing music, is playing in Charlottesville. I have tickets. Thanks to snow and ice, I may not see Rhett Miller play in Charlottesville. But that's okay, because, you know, Rhett Miller plays Charlottesville every other week. I mean year. I mean never.
I've enabled anyone to post in the comments section. Vote early, vote often. PLEASE attach your name to your post so Jen won't cry "foul!" when I win and she preps the Christmas miracle that will be her concession song.
It's another year, and that's another cause for the pain: which Christmas movie is better, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation or Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer? Please log in and vote, for it may determine the very fate of the universe.
From Meta Critic:
Is something up with Blogger? Everybody's stuff looks off. I know my picture thing wasn't there before.
Because I enjoy pain, I wateched half of the new The West Wing tonight. The sad part is a bunch of The West Wing and Sports Night alums are in the credits and the show plays like it's a Emmy-nominated epsiode of Yes Dear.
A lot of people seem to be working from home today. Well, good for you. I work from a home every day. So there.
Ed fans, we might be able to rejoice:
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I should really have more follow through with following up.
I'm cribbing a little from Larry Young right off the bat here. It's not the blaming Nixon part, but the space part and the forward-looking part.
Continuing our trend for the past three weeks: God hates me. Or Yaweh. Or L. Ron Hubbard.
Jen and Jim are getting all hitched today. Congrats to them and their rectifing all that time living in sin.
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Some of you may know I spent a short period of my life (let's round it down to a decade) as a sort of insomniac. I slept about four-six hours a night on average. Two things I watched with some consistency: Nightline and Letterman.