When I was a kid, my dad used to take me to the airport to watch the planes land and take off. We’d drive out to the old Albuquerque airport and park somewhere along the access road near the end of the runway, and we’d sit on the hood of our green station wagon and watch for the liveries of airliners and military planes. There was nothing out there but us, the car, some tumbleweeds, the smell of aviation fuel mixed with the scent of sagebrush, and of course the planes. These days this might seem creepy; then it was…
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***Dave reports exciting Farscape news, in addition to previous exciting Firefly news and B5 news (a friend has the Variety article on the Firefly news here. But is this a real “bricks and mortar” production, or an online production? It looks like a project put together by former makeup/character production crew members… need to dig a little. And while I do, this article is pretty amusing and/or depressing if you’re a fan of TV science fiction (and yes, we have Scare Tactics triple thumbs-downed, thanks for asking)
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It was nice enough Sunday to get out in the yard and do a little cleanup. We have an ornamental trash-catcher bush in the front yard – I think it’s some kind of hawthorn, and I think it’s some kind of ugly nasty encroacher that’s going to see its last spring. Not only is it overgrown and ugly 11 1/2 months of the year, it shelters a merry little band of voles that have been feasting on the grass for a couple of years – I figured out what they were at the end of the summer, but then it…
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I hate Tuesdays. I’m on the international desk. Which means that I get to take calls from crabby prima donna apparel buyers in Greece (frickin’ Greece, man) need to book an earlier flight to Milan. Right. Now. In business class. Or there would be hell to pay. Fortunately, it was available. In America, sometimes the class wars take place between business and coach.
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According to Edward Hasbrouck’s excellent travel blog:
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A friend passed this one along: “When marriage between gays was by rite” Boswell’s book, The Marriage of Likeness: Same Sex Unions in Pre- Modern Europe, lists in detail some same sex union ceremonies found in ancient church liturgical documents. One Greek 13th century “Order for Solemnisation of Same Sex Union” having invoked St Serge and St Bacchus, called on God to “vouchsafe unto these thy servants [N and N] grace to love one another and to abide unhated and not a cause of scandal all the days of their lives, with the help of the Holy Mother of God…
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Yep, it was just barely 50 degrees today, so my wacky co-worker wore shorts. Nobody took much notice, as we were getting killed (office slang for long, time-consuming calls at a time when we have a lot of calls on hold). As she was heading out the door, someone else noticed and started to say “Are you….NUTS?” but she cut them off with a cheery “It’s 50 degrees!!” and bopped on out the door (not unlike the way PuppetAngel bopped across the office to watch “Smile Time.”) She is really quite goofy, that one. Heart in the right place, but…
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Thanks to a handy link via Making Light: here’s the full text of the Vanity Fair article profiling John Ashcroft, we can all read about how frelling scary the man is. It’s a likely copywrong… but for the right reasons. And I intend to buy the magazine while it’s still on the stands, anyway. Since the link may be dead soon, here’s my personal Scariest Thing About Ashcroft: Some 15 years ago, Missouri state senator Harry Wiggins, a Democrat and the spokesman for a bipartisan group trying to get funding restored for a Kansas City home for AIDS patients, met…
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In the past couple of days, I started fooling around with Bloglines – not to replace Blogrolling for keeping track of various sites I visit, but to make it easier to read more sites, more quickly. I felt a bit of concern over the fact that I basically had two identical blogrolls – and wondered if I’d commit a horrible blogging fox paws by dumping the duplicate entries in the Blogrolling list without first making the Bloglines one public. With me so far? Show of mice? Anyway, there were a few daily-read blogs that weren’t available for some reason via…
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Okay, this is rich. I received my first comment spam today – a penis enlargment ad – on the entry where I describe events surrounding the death of my dad Sorry, chaps, your target market is a stiff, thus having no need of a bigger stiffy. (I can just imagine my sister trying to explain this to my mother. More likely, I can just imagine my sister blowing this one off, as it were. Heh heh heh)