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August 14, 2003 - Thursday

 Turn Out The Lights

Okay, I don’t want to come across as a conspiracy theorist or nutjob or anything like that, but the US northeast is currently in darkness from the biggest power outage they’ve ever had. Officials and politicians and spokespeople are offering various and sundry theories as to why it’s happening, but they all agree they don’t really know for sure yet — and Bush steps up to assure us all that, “One thing I can say for certain, this was not a terrorist attack.”

Um… If nobody knows why it’s happening, how can you know what it’s not?


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 @#$% Pop-ups!

Fucking pop-up ads… I just had one that opened full screen with no way to close it short of firing up the Task Manager and killing that window. The only good thing about it is that it wasn’t for porn, amazingly enough.

I have to wonder what the hell they’re thinking when they design something like that. I mean, okay, you’ve definitely caught my attention, but do you think I’m going to buy your product now that you’ve pissed me off???


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 Scat!

We had an evening out at the Hollywood Bowl last night, where Beth’s dad has a box down toward the front. Last night’s production was To Ella With Love, a tribute to Ella Fitzgerald with a group of current jazz singers singing some of her greatest hits. All told, it was a nice evening. The music was good, Beth’s sister packed a nice dinner for us, Beth’s rarely-seen other sister showed up and was on good behavior, Beth’s dad was in a good mood, and Zoe was really well-behaved considering that she’s no jazz fan and was annoyed that the scatting was waking her up.

And, yeah, that scatting… That’s one thing I can do without. The musical equivalent of speaking in tongues, it’s just grating to me. A little is okay, but too much is way too much.

Skittlee-boo-bap-doobaow-doobaow-doobaow-zeeeeeeeUMP!

Just stop, okay? Scat, scat!


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