Thursday, June 05, 2003

There will be no further posts to this site, because...drum roll here...

the new one is up and running

...even if it is a bit ragged around the edges. Having experienced the magic, I can delay no longer.


this link

to my new home.

I have joined The Blogmosis Family, and I couldn't be more thrilled. Thanks to Matt and Vicky, I can now blog in exquisite comfort, with a beautiful page to show for it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. They've got a great group of bloggers, and I'm honored to be part of the family.

Wednesday, June 04, 2003

As long as I'm doing embarrassing things like telling Barry Manilow stories today, I may as well admit that I love Martha Stewart. They can indict her, they can jail her, they can do whatever they want. I don't have the knowledge to comment on whether there's a case here or not. But I'll still buy the damned magazine and dream of having enough free time to use yellow properly, or make a bed the Martha Stewart way.
The Carnival of the Vanities is up at Drumwaster's Rants. No permalink, since the Blogger/BlogSpot syndrome is in effect, but the Carnival is always worth scrolling for. And kudos to the host for hosting under such rigorous conditions.
Barry Manilow broke his nose.

Not only is this amusing to me in and of itself, but it gives me the opportunity to tell a Barry Manilow story and have it look like it's on-topic.

My mother loves Barry Manilow. Has for years and years and years. I get a warm fuzzy feeling every time I hear him, from some sort of early-childhood imprinting process that probably involved being fed and held simultaneously while Barry crooned in the background.

Fast-forward an undetermined number of years. I've just turned 17 and am on the way home for the holidays from my first semester of college. Barry Manilow gets on my plane. Really. I notice that he's being stalked by autograph seekers, feel sorry for him for a moment (how would you like somebody pretending they need to use the head so they can ambush you for an autograph on your way out?), and promptly go to sleep.

Several hours later we land in Fresno, and I find my parents. My mother is falling apart. But the tears in her eyes aren't just for her baby, finally home after so long away. She grabs my sleeve and says, "He touched me. Barry Manilow brushed right up against me as he walked through. Barry Manilow!"

I predict she will feel no differently now that his nose is, no doubt, even weirder looking than before.

Update: Ok, ok, maybe it was funnier at the time. What can you do?

(Link via Amish Tech Support)
Lileks is fantastic today, as usual. All I can ever say is "read the whole thing."

One of the things that caught my eye was his lucid explanation of the comic strip "La Cucaracha," which is a piece of supposed humor which has puzzled me for quite some time.

Which isn't what caught Glenn's eye, but there's nothing I can add there. Especially not before I've had my coffee.

I used to wonder when the anti-war brigade would figure it out. But I don't expect them to anymore. Not if they're still complaining in the face of things like this.

Update: Emperor Misha I adds his Imperial thoughts.

Update: Meryl Yourish has more.
My schedule luckily permitted me to put a few things together during the day, so the page won't be lonely while I'm tinkering with my templates this evening. Here's to the next few days being as kind.

Tuesday, June 03, 2003

It's teach yourself CSS for real this time night here at The Accidental Jedi. See you again tomorrow.
Some asshat just climbed my fence, walked up my roof, turned around, and walked down again...for no apparent reason. I love apartment living.
Go visit Michele. The Church of the Blogosphere Bulletin #2 is up, and it will give you much joy.

Monday, June 02, 2003

I've been setting up new blogrolls for the new site, and have been derailed for something like an hour now thinking about how to divide them up so that they're reasonably user-friendly. Folks who ping v. folks who don't? What I read most often? Give up and go alphabetical?

This is likely a sign that it's time to quit for the night.

Won't it be great when the thing is done (for the moment, anyway) and all of this navel-gazing can end?

No, wait, don't answer that...
Seems the Democrats in the California legislature are embarrassed by their SUVs:
Fearful of being branded hypocrites on the environment, the Democratic- controlled Legislature is trying to lure its members into surrendering their gas-guzzling sport utility vehicles.
Uh, yeah. Dig this:
Nineteen of California's 40 senators drive SUVs, although none of the Bay Area delegation does.

Of the Assembly's 80 members, 36 drive SUVs. Twenty Assembly SUV drivers are Republicans. Of the 16 Democrats, nine SUV drivers voted for a landmark measure last year ordering the state air board to create new standards to lower greenhouse gas emissions.

Bay Area Assembly members who drive SUVs and voted for the emissions bill are Democrats Wilma Chan of Oakland, Rebecca Cohn of Saratoga, Ellen Corbett of San Leandro and Manny Diaz of San Jose. Republican Guy Houston of San Ramon drives a $39,000 2003 Chevy Tahoe, which gets 18 miles per gallon on the highway, but was not a legislator when the emissions bill was passed.

Diaz sees no conflict between driving a $36,663 2001 Chevy Tahoe Truck and voting for a bill that automakers claim was a backdoor attempt to get SUVs off the road.

Cohn said that at the time she got her 2001 Jeep Grand Cherokee with four- wheel drive, a hybrid car wasn't an option. The SUV's seats also ease a severe back condition, Cohn said.

Both Cohn and Corbett note that unlike Southern California legislators, flying home from Sacramento isn't an option. "I live out of my car," Cohn said.

Corbett said that when her current lease is up, she would switch in "a heartbeat" to a hybrid SUV, if one were available.

"My hope is that the emissions bill will create even more encouragement for automakers to put cleaner cars on the market," Corbett said.
I thought about doing the traditional honors on this, but I decided it is more than funny enough by itself. Especially if your sense of humor is a little sick.
Only in California: a study linking cat feces and dead sea otters.

These guys bend over backwards to point out that getting rid of cats isn't a practical solution, and that toxoplasmosis accounts for a small percentage of sea otter deaths, and that the source is conjecture, not a proven link in the scientific sense. I can't wait, though, to see what the weirdos do with this one.

How'd you like to be PETA right about now?
Posting will stay light, I'm afraid, for the next couple of days as I prepare to move this thing to a new home. Hopefully more later tonight...