43rd post spectacular!
- Doldrums of the year. I officially nominate February as "worst month of the year." Honestly, does February have one redeeming factor? A greeting-card holiday, a cop-out known as "President's Day" and a rodent divining the weather do not a good month make. That's probably why Davy Jones, the Harlem Globetrotters and the Scooby Doo gang went back in time to make February the shortest month of the year.
- Awards shows. Tonight, as you may or may not know, sees the 48th annual Grammy awards. Who watches awards shows? They're always overlong, self-congratulatory television programs that drain the soul. Why do such quaint notions as what a limited number of no-name judges think matter in today's world?
- Why, in Back to the Future Part 3, don't they just siphon the gas from the DeLorean in the mineshaft? There are, after all, two time machines in the 1800s: the one that sent Doc back, and the one that sent Marty back. One had gas, one didn't. Guess the Doc wasn't thinking 4th-dimensionally.
- Whatever happened to Doctor Mario? Do his loose ways with pills gibe with today's cost-conscious HMOs?
- Gotta love that Hofstra is giving the Netherlands complex to freshman (of course, after they've made the improvements that should've been made my freshman year). If I weren't graduating, this would piss me off royally.
- From the second-hand news department: According to the Mocknicle, former Chronicle editor Taylor Long has launched her own blog, t-sides. Salutations to Ms. Long, and her bloggery.