Apparently New York’s best bet for a Kentucky Derby winner is named Achilles of Troy.
Give it a minute.
Okay, for non-nerds: if you still don’t get the discrepancy, that’s like naming your horse “Aragorn of Mordor.”
Category: Angst
Fuck the Olympics.
Tonight, pizza at 7, show at 8. Our place. You’re invited. Arrested Development: The Wake.
I’m trying to cut out the soft drinks at lunch, but it’s a calories thing, not a caffeine thing. Today, around 1:30, I started getting very annoyed with the headache I’d suddenly acquired, and I felt too tired to concentrate on anything. It took me this long to realize it’s because I forgot to chew my half-piece of Jolt! gum after lunch.
This is like trying to quit smoking, but lamer.
I will probably post about presents later
For the first time, I can say that I’ve posted a year’s worth of Anacrusis without skipping a single day. It would have been much sooner but for the two days I missed before last year’s Worst Christmas Ever.
Christmas was much better this year, but we all missed Joe.
Straight out the 402
I was disappointed to notice My Morning Jacket, Louisville band turned critical darling and national success, on the list of Sony CDs carrying MediaMax DRM software, which has recently shown to cause vulnerabilities as badly as the infamous XCP rootkit. I knew the band probably had little input in whether their CD would be DRMed, but it was still bad news. Then the EFF blog brought to my attention that MMJ is offering their own recall–a more ethical, more friendly and more business-sensible path to their audience than the one their own label has taken. I am positively flush with Louisville pride.
Maria is going to be incensed
Neil Gaiman gets vicious about Disney’s plans to replace Christopher Robin. I wonder if he ever read Checkerboard Nightmare.
Sly
Post-sweeps, Arrested Development reappears tonight, and it’s on the front page of Wikipedia today.
I associate exclusively with overachievers
- As my mother reports, my sister will be interviewed for an appointment to continue studying at Oxford. My predictions are on target so far! Yay Caitlan!
- I have been thinking lately of what a little expletive I was from, oh, about ages nine through nineteen; my hyper, piping self-absorption stands in sharp contrast to Sumana’s high school martyr complex, but I still identify strongly with the behavior she describes. I wish my motivation had been as progressive as hers, and I wish I regularly could come up with the kind of beautiful phrasing she uses at the end of the column. (But read the whole thing first, dammit.)
Arrested Development has been cancelled, which is also sad. Every year or two people are angry and vocal about the fact that Fox will air one brilliant show, and then, as soon as it’s been running for nine episodes, kill it off. It’s kind of amazing that Arrested Development lasted as long as it did. The simple fact is that network executives like audiences that watch many of their programs–the people who will watch not just the primetime hit, but the lead-in and the follow-up. Even if a show has decent ratings and a psychotic interweb following, it won’t last if its audience only watches it. Sic AD, sic Wonderfalls, sic Firefly.
Personally, I think TV Land, which gave the show a Future Classic award, should put its money where its mouth is. Arrested Development’s budget can’t cost that much more than the syndication rights to M*A*S*H or whatever. I mean, what are you paying for? Four sets and Ron Howard’s roboharem?