Friday, July 22, 2005

Friday Fragments

  • I liked Charlie and the Chocolate Factory better than the original movie, and I'll post a full review on Monday. When calculating the tip for post-movie munchies, I did my usual 15% plus whatever it takes to round to the nearest dollar and came out with $2.22. Someday soon I should make a page listing all the crazy places that number has appeared.

  • This month is rapidly becoming the month with the wordiest updates ever, aided by the fact that I finally bought a tiny notepad to write things down in the car, and the half hour I set aside each night for writing. Runner-ups include February 2004 (Oscar picks), February 2002 (the week-long essay on the evolution of video game music), and April 2002 (reviews of Steve Reich's music and the week-long essay on authors I read as a kid).

  • I always knew the French were a little wacky but now they've outdone themselves. The posters on the right are actual images from their new "Prevent AIDS" campaign. I have applied a Gaussian blur to the salient man ass, since that's not necessarily the first thing you want to see in the morning. Kids, make sure you don't have le sex with a spider, because that's how l'AIDS circles le globe. The previous sentence is the result of four years of high school French.

  • I kicked off my list of ambitions by getting a new dentist, so take that, the two of you who voted for "0-9: Slacker ass slacker". I have a cleaning on Monday the 25th. I always thought dentists were supposed to have a year-long backlog.

  • Everywhere I went this week, there were news stories about parents putting their kids in the trunk of the car and seeing absolutely nothing wrong with it. One lady put her kid in the back and the dog up front, because the dog whined and destroyed the fabric when they tried to put it in the trunk.

  • In general, I prefer strawberry-flavoured breakfast bars, but the Quaker Fruit & Oatmeal "Very Berry Muffin" bar makes a strong case for itself. The filling is incredibly rich and aromatic, sure to wake you up in the morning. I don't know if it tastes any better than the rest (it might actually have a more annoying aftertaste), but it's good way to mix up the routine.

  • I received a note from Dave McKee at Virginia Tech saying that my arrangement of Brick House which has been played at football games for five years will be on the next Marching Virginians CD in the Fall. I get no cut of the profits but now I have something to put under "Discography" when I get an allmusic.com berth (I have not yet forgotten about the heavy metal CD, Bacterial Chest Infection I promised to produce several months ago).

  • I also received an e-mail from the Scholarship Fund of Alexandria asking me to fill out a survey about a band scholarship I got ten years ago. Since they used a college address I no longer publish (llamaboy @ vt.edu) I'm not quite sure how they found me. I guess the stalking gets hardcore when money is involved. The surname of the lady sending the e-mail, Yowell, is also the last name of a guy I went to music camp with in the summer of my eighth grade year. He dropped trumpet soon after, and I think he turned into a druggie, although I could be confusing his life story with the numerous other G.W. students who dropped <productive hobby A> and picked up <abusive substance B>. Small world, regardless, though.

  • Here's another sign that the world is small and getting smaller. On slow days, I'll visit random blogs from the northern Virginia area . Some of them I bookmark and some of them I never visit again. I'd been reading one blog for a couple months when I happened to e-mail the author. The name on the return e-mail led me to discover that we went to the same high school two years apart. As if that weren't enough, we were both in band, pit orchestra, did crew, went to Tech, and she dated one of my roommates at Tech. I thought it was creepy at first, then kind of cool in its own Magnolia way. She probably just thought I was a stalker!

  • My roommates in college were characters. I had six total over my five years. Maybe one day I'll tell some stories about them, like the one that brought a girl home when he thought I was sleeping, the one that drank the bottle of Everclear and marched the half time show with vomit on his pants, or the one we called Beavis because, well, he looked exactly like Beavis.

  • I like eclectic updates. Maybe I'll do this every Friday. Have a good weekend.

  • World Net Daily enters the running for the "Worst Excuse for Journalism in the History of Journalism" award
    Teapot cult attacked
    Bomb bomb bomb

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