After an ad/announcement for an upcoming news story on KCRW about documentary filmmakers:
“…and we’ll have a rare interview with canine star Benji!”
“*arf!* *arf!*”
*headdesk* (if I hadn’t been driving)
An archive of my old LiveJournal
After an ad/announcement for an upcoming news story on KCRW about documentary filmmakers:
“…and we’ll have a rare interview with canine star Benji!”
“*arf!* *arf!*”
*headdesk* (if I hadn’t been driving)
I don’t understand the management at our apartment complex. They give us 3 days’ notice that they’ll be trimming the trees on a weekday, and they decide to power-wash our front door on a Sunday afternoon with no notice at all.
If you haven’t seen the tale of the subway preachers vs. the show tunes singer (via metaquotes) you must read it NOW!
… when you find yourself going into the server room to warm up.
Via Neil Gaiman, the discovery last week of a literal underground cinema below Paris, followed by the revelation of who built it.
[Edit: This used to have links to Serenity set photos & weelittlepuppetman, but they’re long gone.]
Every morning last week, there was a spider web attached to the car. An active one, with a spider in the center, waiting for flies, moths, and possibly small rodents. It would anchor one side to the carport post, and the other side to the driver’s side rear door. This resulted in me walking around through another carport, tossing my stuff in the back from the front seat, then gleefully ripping the web apart as I drove out of the space.
This happened three or four mornings in a row.
You’d think the spider would tumble to the fact that “Hey, this giant metal thing moves every day! Maybe I should attach my web to something else!”
Eventually it did. On Friday, it stayed outside and used the post and the roof instead, and by Saturday it had gone somewhere else. But it seems to be a common failing in spiders: we went by my parents’ house one night last week and there was another one, stretched from the olive tree to the minivan.
In light of a recent in-joke that most of you probably weren’t even aware of, allow me to introduce you to a bizarre little song called “The March of the Sinister Ducks.”
I just got back from the dentist, where I had a filling replaced. Strangely, the numbness from the novocaine spread to just under my eye socket, making it feel as if my eyelid was numb!
Beer bottles? Check.
Alligator? Check.
Trailer park? Check.