- I've spent some time over the last few days gathering information for my Advent project, and I find myself with an embarassment of riches. I have forty days of content to prepare, and enough material to last almost 200 days. Yikes! That's good news, of course, but man am I glad that I started working on this early. I pulled together last year's Advent poetry project in less than a week, and most of that was spent transcribing the poems and formatting it in HTML. It's probably going to take me that long just to decide which items to use.
- Earlier this evening, I smelled something burning. It smelled like burnt toast, or possibly burnt popcorn. Either way, I quickly determined that it wasn't coming from my kitchen, so I decided to ignore it. About ninety minutes later, there's a knock on the door. It's my neighbor from across the hall, who tells me that the fire department has arrived and wants us to evacuate the building. Yay! Standing in the cold rain is much better than watching Futurama! The good news is that they quickly determined that the burning smell was coming from the oven of one of the upstairs apartments and that there was no danger. And I guess I didn't get that wet, so it's all good.
- You know what song would sound really good backed by a marching band? "Don't Let's Start" by They Might Be Giants. Really. Take a listen and try to tell me I'm wrong.
- How is it fair that Greg the Bunny is out on DVD but Partners isn't? Or Quark, or Cupid, or the James at 15 TV movie? There's no justice in this world.
- Heh, lots of good comic book references in Smallville tonight. Jay Garrick, Barry Allen, Wally West... good stuff. If it weren't for the occasional shout-outs to the comic book geeks in the audience, I don't know if I'd still be watching.
- Via the Daily Kos, here's today's reason I'm not voting for George Bush: I want a president who doesn't make Pat Robertson sound sane and reasonable. I wouldn't go so far as to call him "a latter-day Howard Hughes with a messiah complex," but he is, in my experience, uniquely detached from reality.
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