From Wordsmith.org:

An electronics manufacturer has come out with a book reader gadget.
For about $300, one can curl up with this device to read downloadable
books. Even if the novel isn't as satisfying, the device could still
be heartwarming, literally speaking.

As for me, paper books still work. They never run out of battery; they're
readable even if ( Read more... )

I'm laying off booze for the next month.  I usually do this every year in December, because like a lot of other people I tend to drink more in December.  That's all the more reason to abnegate the easy escape from reality.  The overall reason I do it every year is just to make sure I can go a month without any alcohol and still function like I'm ( Read more... )

...but Boondock Saints is about the most tasteless, uninspired, dumbest fucking film I've ever wasted an hour and a half watching.  The next time I hear an exclamated "Oh, you have to see Boondock Saints!" to an unsuspecting moviegoer, I'm going to pee on the culture-hating culprit.  Why is this heap of shit paraded by so many as such a great movie ( Read more... )

About a month ago, my Dad called me at work and asked that I come over to “discuss my future and my goals”, and how he and my Mom “might be able to help me out.”  No hurry, I can come when it suits me.  This "invitation" sort of surprised me, but when I remember that I’ve been out of school for three years and have nothing to show for it but a low ( Read more... )

For some time now, I've been fond of likening cultural amnesia with the reverence we English speakers have for our language, a reverence which is dwindling, and has been for the past 50 or so years.  I know that, at least in my blogs, I come across as a real ball-buster.  I may regret saying this, but I do genuinely love humanity.  It's just that I ( Read more... )

I'm going to see Jimmie Dale Gilmore, and I got front row seats.  Holla, y'all.

In case you don't know who Jimmie Dale Gilmore is, recall, if you will, Smokey from The Big Lebowski:


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nudiustertian (nu-di-uhs-TUR-shuhn) adjective:

Of or relating to the day before yesterday.

As with a lot of other dumb stuff, the British are to blame.  I know it has less syllables than "the day before yesterday",* but if easy pronunciation and lingual efficiency (not word quantity) are what we're shooting for, then ( Read more... )

Like most everyone I've ever met, I'm not perfect.  Well, I'm pretty close, but I do occasionally fuck up.  Here's a list of stuff I occasionally feel guilty about:

- I have little patience for idiocy.  I want to be surrounded by intelligent people all the time.  I've chosen my friends wisely.

- I trash talk my superiors, even when they don't really ( Read more... )

Long time no update. I'll be posting pictures of a few of the following in the coming days (read: months):

- Went to Flagstaff, Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Los Alamos on a work-related trip. 117 degrees outside of Barstow. 117!

- Saw lots of Manhattan Project related exhibits and memorabilia at the hot spots in New Mexico.  Yes, awesome.

- Stopped in ( Read more... )

I haven't been in 17 years, so obviously I can enjoy it with a genuine, matured appreciation this time.  I have a pub list (naturally), an architecture guide, and I'm going to Trinity and St. Patrick's.  I'd like to go to CBGB's, but no shows really interest me.  I hear there's an amazing turtle pond in Central Park, and I might take the train ( Read more... )