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Sunday, February 23, 2003

I could tell you how I got to this, but then I'd have to kill you. And we're only at threat level orange, so that seems a bit extreme. So I will restrain myself to merely asking... WHY?

(Actually, what I'm really doing is making the noise my cat makes when he wonders the hall"s" of our apartment, bemoaning the cruel fates which have seen fit to... well, we're not quite sure why he makes the noise. But it sounds like it's pretty awful, and no doubt requires immediate UN petitioning on felinitarian grounds.) 8:32:14 PM (comments [])

OK, FINE: some real news after all. Salon begs subscribers to hit up their friends to also become subscribers, because it's well past the stage of running out of freaking money. Which sucks, because the state of journalism in our country is otherwise pathetic. (I thought about linking to this instead.)

So consider this my appeal: Salon actually does investigative journalism, and is well worth your filthy -- or perhaps well upkept, who am I to say? -- lucre. I'm a happy subscriber, and I'd be even happier if they had enough moola to do more delightful, wholesome muckraking.

By the way, try searching on "Hearst" in Google. The relative ranking of the first two results is an epic comment on the comparative importance of news and entertainment in our culture. (In case of non-reproducibility, break glass. My results were: one and two respectively.) And considering how obsessed I am with entertainment, ain't that sayin' something? 8:01:41 PM (comments [])

For those looking to pass more than 90 minutes, the Angel: Season One box set fills the bill quite nicely.

I saw almost none of this season when it aired on the fabulous moving picture device, because I was (a) stressy, and (b) still in my pre-TiVo barbarian phase. Part the A meant that I was more prone to headaches than I am now (although I'm about two hours into a dose of Tylenol as I type this, so irony fails to be dead or even wounded here in the otherwise delightful Century of Duct Tape)), and part the B meant I had to sit through the fucking commercials. That meant I was good for about about two hours of TV a night, and in 1999 that pretty much meant a rerun of Law & Order on A&E (back when they still had that one thing on that people watched them for) and Buffy. I also feared change (a state which I confess I fear to change, so it's still true), so New TV Show == BAD.

Of course, I later got hooked, and when the Season One set arrived recently I was strapped to the couch, baby for 22 episodes of Joss-tastic delight. Two thumbs up; vampire fu galore! 7:44:13 PM (comments [])

Somaseptic points out that the Freelancer demo is out. Woohoo indeed!

Of course, to get it, I have to wait 90 minutes to get through the FilePlanet lines. I thought about a little grumpy bastard rant about how all of this used to be free and fast in late '90s, before we got our wish and everyone got online -- but my heart just wasn't in it. Go go gadget global communications infrastructure, even if people discovered it wasn't really free to host all of these hundred megabyte files after all.

Confidential to S -- sorry about yet another game post; I keep seeing the news today oh boy, and it just gets me down. I don't have the iron will required to pass it along. But you can enjoy this fine quality entertainment... even if you don't own a Mac! (yet!)

Update: Seventeen minutes passed composing useless blog post: check! 7:30:59 PM (comments [])