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Tuesday, 29 November
i thought Amazon's Grownup School was a pretty cool thing until I saw who they'd chosen for the science section. WTF? A pop-culture health guru? Science? Yeesh. What a disappointment.
~~ | Cat Connor | 29 Nov, 2005 |
Monday, 28 November
The long and fascinating tale of the making of Superman V, and all its permutations. The author needs this site, but that doesn't detract from this in-depth look at Follywood. The guy should write a book, he should.
~~ | Cat Connor | 28 Nov, 2005 |
I can't stop listening to Brilliant Midnight 2.0 by Caroline Lavelle. Moody and atmospheric, her voice is recorded with compelling intimacy. A great album for a day huddled under blankets.
~~ | Cat Connor | 28 Nov, 2005 |
Sunday, 20 November
I don't usually go in for gross, but when I saw the Horror Ball at the Discovery Store, I had to have one. It's ingeniously designed for maximum grossout. When you squeeze the ball, the clear spots become something like a snot bubble, which then oozes with something horrible (I got the worms), plus a little blood for effect. It is seriously, seriously disgusting. I'm taking it to work and showing everybody. UPDATE: The Horror Ball has been a huge hit at work today. Many delighted grossouts.
~~ | Cat Connor | 20 Nov, 2005 |
Boy, Amazon is rollin' out the features. First tags (which I can't see), now Discussions. For example (I hope everyone can see this feature), here's a discussion with Frank Warren, creator of PostSecret, talking about the project on the page for his new book.
~~ | Cat Connor | 20 Nov, 2005 |
Saturday, 19 November
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Wednesday, 16 November
I just upgraded, and apparently commenting is hosed. Hang in there, I'll try to get it fixed tonight. UPDATE: All fixed.
~~ | Cat Connor | 16 Nov, 2005 |
Monday, 14 November
I am in Safeway because I need V8 juice. As I leave with my bottle, I see a teenager wearing creamsicle track pants. They shimmer with velour softness. I know that people of taste would recoil. I know that they would look preposterous on me. I covet them anyway. I am walking down Southwest Fourth toward Washington. A thin, dark man with a craggy smile is telling his cell phone: "Evil is good! Say it! Evil is good! C'mon! Evil is good!" He continues his mantra until it is drowned by traffic. I am waiting for the bus. Across the street, a bearded yellow rain suit detours briefly to rub himself lasciviously against Kvinneakt before he proceeds to the corner to wait for the light. I see my bus. I think: "happiness!" And for the third time in as many days, I get this horrible earworm. I did not know it was by Donovan; I learned it at camp. On the bus, I scribble a note in my tiny keychain book. It says: ![]()
~~ | Cat Connor | 14 Nov, 2005 |
A co-worker and I went up to the local office supply place today, and as I stopped by his office to get him, I asked: "Are you ready, Hezzie?" I picked up the phrase from my mom, but never knew where it came from. Google to the rescue. Apparently the phrase originated with The Hoosier Hotshots, a band that made exactly the kind of silly music my mother loved. "Hezzie" was the stage name of one of the members, Paul Trietsch. Before each song, his brother, Ken, would say the famous phrase. Picked up by cool kids everywhere, "Are you ready, Hezzie?" remained in the lexicon for three decades. I think it's due for a comeback.
~~ | Cat Connor | 14 Nov, 2005 |
Thursday, 10 November
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Monday, 07 November
~~ | Cat Connor | 07 Nov, 2005 |
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Thursday, 03 November
The tiny, ancient, Asian man sitting in front of me cannot keep still. He goes through sections of newspaper, only glancing at each page. He scribbles a November calendar on a blank sheet. He pries open a cheese snack, then a lollipop. He reads a scrap of paper, numbers in the margin surrounding the words PET SNOT. I stop looking over his shoulder.
~~ | Cat Connor | 03 Nov, 2005 |
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Wednesday, 02 November
In response to Tim's message on my LibraryThing profile, I have been giving it some thought. Here are two ideas and a nitpick:
~Useful~ | Cat Connor | 02 Nov, 2005 |
Tuesday, 01 November
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