I’m a woman who can do the shrill pepper-pot voice in the Spam sketch, very badly. (Spam spam spam spam spam spam spam) People usually ask me to stop.
I could recite entire Monty Python sketches, unless you pay me not to.
So I was happy to learn that Monty Python has started a YouTube channel. They’ve [...]
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I rarely write about my dreams any more. I’m not sure why. Maybe I get busy, or lazy. It seems hard to write down the words to bizarre imaginings I barely remember now that I’m awake.
In fact, a search of my I must be dreaming category shows that the last time I wrote an entry [...]
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Someone will be writing a sixth Hitchhiker’s book. And it will not be Douglas Adams. Not that I would expect Douglas Adams to write it at this point, but still. …
Eoin Colfer, the author of the Artemis Fowl series for children, will write And Another Thing…
“My first reaction was semi-outrage that anyone should be allowed [...]
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What’s on my mind, to keep my mind off buyouts …
Books
Reading Moonseed by Stephen Baxter. A hard sci-fi novel driven by real science. Venus explodes. And not too long after, Earth starts to be eaten away by a contamination of a sample of moondust. It’s up to an astronaut and her geologist ex-husband to put [...]
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Sometimes, the opportunity to write a headline just drops right in your lap.
I wish I could take credit for this headline, but I can’t. I can only credit Heather, who has absorbed enough Douglas Adams to do me proud.
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I dream I hear a bunch of noise outside. I am living in a weird conglomeration of the place I grew up, where my dad lives, and where I live now.
Outside the window, I notice that the pool — larger in my dream — and hot tub have been covered. I am glad because some [...]
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Disclaimer: For those of you tired of reading about my cat, skip this post. This is not an attempt to garner further sympathy but just to chronicle how I felt when I woke up Sunday morning.
I dimly awake and hear a faint meow.
I’m so groggy that it’s disembodied.
It sounded like Stinky.
The light in the bedroom [...]
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