Archive for May, 2004

Four things worthy of your attention.

Thursday, May 27th, 2004

All blogs must link to this NYT article on people who blog too much. You know, because that's what they want us to do. My old economic professor wrote an article on why it may make sense to execute computer virus writers. Sweet, sweet memories, such a delightfully logical crackpot. Eric Idle ...

At the end of my road.

Monday, May 24th, 2004

Photo courtesy Katy Jack's cell phone.

Clay? AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Monday, May 24th, 2004

I have a serious problem. And I know I have a serious problem because I'm seriously entertaining the notion of taking off after work on Wednesday with whoever will go with me and trying to fight the crowds of teenyboppers to attend this event. Why? Well, for one thing, it would ...

The challenge is met!

Friday, May 21st, 2004

I received this e-mail earlier today: Subject: May 10, 2004 From: "Greyson M Fischer" Date: Fri, May 21, 2004 1:41 pm To: Scott Jennings Regarding the notice of warrant of violence, Hmm, that's funny. I remember that the "short work" made of either of us was by ...

Who am I kidding? It needed it anyway.

Thursday, May 20th, 2004

I'm a little late on this, but tonight, I'm going to go home and clean my apartment from top to bottom in tribute to Tony Randall. And when I'm like 78, I'm going to have a child with a hot chick, again, in tribute to Tony Randall. God bless that man.

That’s why it gets hard sometimes, dude.

Tuesday, May 18th, 2004

I'll bet they're really going to enjoy fucking.

That’s it, never again.

Monday, May 17th, 2004

I don't want to hear a goddamned word about my adult Happy Meal, all right? Quit looking at me. Listen, I didn't even order the adult Happy Meal, I ordered a Grilled Bacon Ranch salad like I always do, and the lady at the register put it in the adult ...

Sure, happy to help.

Wednesday, May 12th, 2004

I've known Diana Chang for not-quite-a-year now, and she's finally figured out that I'm the only authority she needs.

Netflix capsule movie reviews, first batch.

Tuesday, May 11th, 2004

Twelve Angry Men: Ninety minutes of twelve men in a room talking -- try that today, and you won't get far. But this film is absolutely riveting, Henry Fonda is perfect, and Sidney Lumet's directorial debut is incredible. Five golden Netflix stars. Network: Another Sidney Lumet film, coincidentally. Eerily prescient of ...

Can’t think of a mistake, indeed.

Tuesday, May 11th, 2004

This about sums up my feelings on this whole propaganda/contrition dance our government does.