I love my TiVo, in fact I've become rather dependent on it. I also tend to have several hours of shows backed up on it at a time. And as any TiVo user out there knows, when it runs out of hard drive space and you've told it to record another show, by default it deletes the oldest one already on the disk. This is fine, unless the company pulls a creepy maneuver like this.

I was annoyed enough when they sent me some promos and advertisements that landed on my main menu. I wasn't forced to watch them, but I couldn't delete them either. I think when I pay for a service like this, I shouldn't have ads inflicted on me. And yes, OF COURSE I fast-forward through the ads! One of the main reasons I use it.

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SEPARATED AT BIRTH?

You have to admit this is kind of funny. Though the 'separated at birth' of Justin Timberlake and Ryan Phillippe is downright eerie.

And you know, three members of *N Sync actually were filmed as Jedi in the background of the big battle scene at the end (apparently getting blown away). But Lucas said that was cut. There was apparently a big uproar about it being 'sacrilegious' that Lucas had allowed a boyband to infiltrate his universe. Whatever! I was more annoyed to see 'E.T.'s in the Senate, or an an abandoned pod from 2001 A Space Odysseyin a Tatooine junkyard on Episode One.

Well, this is a relief, I suppose, though by my count there are still 6 canisters missing? Though I expected the lot of them to be showing up here in DC any day.

In other exciting news, it appears that Lance is in excellent health and all ready to go into space. Too bad the Russian Space Agency seems to have misplaced his application.

Well, actually working till 9 PM wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. It's amazing how you can adapt to things with the right mental preparation. (But I still wasn't willing to go to a certain Client office and teach one of their drones how to use Quark. We must draw the line somewhere.) And once everyone else is gone, it's nice and quiet there and I can get some real work done.

Second Witch: "By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks
Whoever knocks."
Macbeth: "What is't you do?"
Witches: "A deed without a name."
-- Macbeth, William Shakespeare


I had another one of my elaborate, meandering dreams last night. We (meaning me along with someone who was sometimes my little sister, and a few other people who seemed to morph between Vince and Chris and some other guy) lived in a huge, beautiful old house (lots of dark wood trim, dormers, and big old staircases). But the house would change too, sometimes into the house where I spent years 10-17, which was of course nothing like that. We kept having to either hide or help out like sales clerks, because parts of the house became some sort of a store. I'm sure this has something to do with when I was a kid and my mother was a seamstress and always had people over for fittings, etc., and my sister and I had to hide in our rooms; and it parallels this creepy, newly-enforced policy at work where we don't turn anything down, even if it's a kind of service we don't provide (we take it in then secretly job it out). It's part of a 'bow down and grovel for the client' attitude that I don't know if I'll ever be able to embrace. I like to operate from the 'mutual respect and consideration' paradigm, but some clients get their rocks off by making unreasonable demands and then watching you try to meet them. I like telling those people 'I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we are not going to be able to make you happy,' and watching steam come out of their ears. But apparently around here now that's known as being 'uncooperative.' Could spell trouble for me.

I'm not looking forward to going in to work today; things are starting to get unpleasant, between the IT Director with a Napoleon complex, the employee under me who can't get to work on time and gets me in trouble for it, and the general crackdown on rules. Sigh. Maybe I'll feel better after the gym. Maybe I won't.

Here's an interesting Personality Test. I don't even want to say what I got on it; it wasn't pretty.

And I thought Boondocks was funny before! Now it all makes sense...

Ah Memorial Day. I think I'll stay out of the city today, maybe go to one of the Bally's in the burbs. I wanted to go to Home Depot too (watching too much Trading Spaces, I fear).

Just got back from seeing 'Clones' again (with Vince, long story), and I think I liked it better! I enjoyed Hayden's acting more, and the effects were fun.

I assume all of us have at one time or another had that fantasy of going back in time and changing something we did in the past. Either reliving it with our knowledge of the future, or even being able to appear as some ghostly oracle to our past self and say "do it!"

I find myself having that fantasy alot. Interestingly, except for a very few critical moments earlier in life (beating the crap out of John Tomayko comes to mind, along with something different with a certain sitter's son) all my time-travel fantasies start with college. Maybe that's because I finally felt like I had free will then. September 1976. Lile dorm. Suite 130. It's still burned in my memory. PJ and Steve. My absentee roomate Joe. Louis and Mike, Chip, Jim. And that prep-school god, Jake. Excuse me, George Jacob Savage III. Drool.

But, uh, back to time travel. The trouble with going back in the past and changing things is that you never know what the repercussions will be. (see ST:TOS 'City on the Edge of Forever' and many other SF shows)

The thing is, maybe people have already gone back and changed history? We'd never know, because we only exist in the altered timeline. Its the only reality we know.

(cue Twilight Zone theme)

Ow. Owie. Taowie. (Sorry; inside joke)

This morning I had a more unpleasant than usual visit to the dentist. (Not to say my dentist is unpleasant; quite the contrary. Dr Fresch (no sniggering!) is very sweet, and I like this hygenist a lot too (her other hygenist, by contrast, is the Nurse Ratchet of the dentistry world). The only dentist I've liked better was a very gentle young (gay) guy who was just starting out and did cleanings himself.

But, as usual, I digress. So first she takes my blood pressure: 138/87, not too bad. Then I get the gentle scolding for not flossing every day (to be honest I'm lucky if I floss once every couple weeks, but I decided today that I WOULD do better). My gums haven't gotten any worse in the last year, and they have actually improved from two years ago. Then I get the 'full spectrum' (or something) X-rays. Gagapolooza. I must have one of the most finely-tuned gag reflexes in the world (I know what you're thinking; get your mind out of the gutter, missy!). But having literally ten pieces of plastic attached to metal ligatures stuck in your mouth one after the other while they aim the deadly X-ray at your head... not fun.

Then they tell me I have two cavities... sigh.

Okay, so apparently Mike Piazza is NOT gay. There have been rumors all over the place in gay internet boards for ages, but it didn't become a big issue till that manager came out and said 'baseball is ready for openly gay players.' I guess he was overly optimistic.

I feel a little bad for Piazza, and wonder why now he decided to do a Tom Cruise-esque protest. I mean, he did those Pert Plus ads years ago. That's even gayer than Alf.

And really, could CNNSI have picked a more prissy-looking picture? Hello, sending a message?

A friend stood me up for breakfast this morning, the one time I didn't bring my cell. We've been going out every 2 weeks or so for the last several months, since she left where I work.

After waiting for half an hour (glad I had my Washington Post, though I wasn't thrilled to see Chandra Levy splashed eveywhere) and drinking a gallon of coffee, I left. I called my friend when I got home: she had completely forgotten, She was very apologetic, and god knows she has a demanding schedule, but still, it was her idea.

There are few things I hate more than sitting in a restaurant alone. My insecurity showing, obviously.

I just stumbled on to Wil Wheaton's Website (okay that sounds sillier than it should) and he actually seems like a pretty nice, funny guy. He has some interesting things to say about Star Trek (he was
Wesley Crusher, REMEMBER?) confirming my suspicions about the people who took over from Gene Roddenberry, and even addresses the 'gay rumors.'

And he's another Mac dude. I think I like him, even if he did turn out to be straight.

My Horoscope for today:

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): You will be at right place at crucial moment. You realize you are not alone. Focus on where you live, marital status. You regain direction of your life. Cancer native involved.

Well! I can't wait! Though I don't know any Cancers that I'm aware of...
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I admit I'm just a wee bit old to be watching Blue's Clues, but it's often what's on the TV in front of me in the gym on Saturday morning, so I have watched Steve Burns (in the green on top) with a strange sort of snickering fascination/grudging admiration, especially since I heard he appeared for his audition in a mohawk and fatigues. He brought a certain sly charm and energy to playing an oversized preschooler (though he always looked a little sickly to me) and was apparently enormously popular with the rugrat set.

After five years, however, he has moved on to other things, and wow does he look different with short hair! From his site he sounds nicer that I thought he might be though.

And now Steve has been replaced by his 'little brother' Joe (in the orange, played by Donovan something) who I saw last week and who is a total cutie, and is even more bubbly. Apparently NickJr was very concerned about the transition, so they have created episodes introducing Joe and explaining where Steve was going (it's all on the web site). It's sort of sweet to imagine all these preschoolers worried about what happened to Steve. And it's nice to see that he addresses his past graciously on his site, rather than putting it down. Apparently he made a big impression on a lot of very young minds.

Very Sad.

Stephen Jay Gould has died. I remember reading his articles in Discover magazine many years ago. I was afraid we would lose him back then when he was diagnosed with cancer, but we were fortunate to have him for a few more years. Here is an excellent article about him.

Like Carl Sagan, he was one of those rare scientists who was brilliant AND a good communicator. He was an atheist and a major proponent of evolution.

Neuroscientists are saying that consciousness is an illusion created by our brain chemistry.

I think Francis Crick (one of the discoverers of DNA) said essentially the same thing several years ago in his book: The Astonishing Hypothesis: The Scientific Search for the Soul.

February 23

Dear Diary,

Asparagus for dinner again. I hate asparagus. Does this mean I'll never grow up?

--- Laura Palmer's Diary, Last Entry

And another thing about Clones. George has this thing about breaking up the tension in big, intense scenes with comedy. Not an uncommon tactic, but for some reason it's becoming more and more annoying to me. In Episode I it was Jar-Jar, particularly in the big battle with the droid army. This time it was C-3PO being torn apart and reassembled by R2-D2 in the middle of the Jedi battle, amid many horrible puns. "I'm beside myself!" I literally groaned. Here we have all these Jedi fighting and dying, and the droids are making bad jokes.

In contrast, I watched some of Episode IV (which holds up remarkably well) the other day. A cute scene was right at the beginning aboard Princess Leia's ship after it is boarded by the Empire. C-3PO and R2D2 cross a corridor right in the middle of a firefight, and neither is so much as singed. Neither comments on it. That was funny.

I guess I'll weigh in on 'Attack of the Clones.' I'll preface it by saying that I saw it on opening night at 10:15 (late for me) after standing in the theater lobby for 2 hours with 9 other people, only half of whom I knew at all (8 of them gay couples, so I was feeling like the 9th wheel).

Spoilers below, warning!


So, I thought Hayden Christensen as Anakin was good (and a total hottie), mixing a boyish petulance and impatience with real anger. He's just a teenager, remember. Natalie Portman was beautiful (that leather bustier and the flowing diaphanous dress were fab-u-lous) but the chemistry between them seemed weak, and the dialogue was sooo trite. Ewan was okay, but seemed kind of bitchy. I attribute the above to George Lucas' infamous inability to direct real people. Jango Fett was too cool.

The effects were great of course (with one notable exception: Anakin riding the beast in the Naboo countryside: so fake-looking). The water planet was gorgeous. The massive battle at the end was great, though it was almost too much. I did think the lightsabre dueling was not as exciting as the Obi-wan/Qui-gon/Darth Maul fight at the end of otherwise generally dull Episode One: that one had me literally on the edge of my seat. Apparently I'm the only one who thought Yoda's kick-ass scene at the end was a little weird. Also, I understand that he apparently never attacks (remember his admonition to Luke in Episode V), but still. And it seems like it would have been easier to pull Obi-wan and Anakin from under the giant falling cylinder than to stop it. And when he threw it aside, why not throw it onto Dooku's ship? Hmmm, wonder, we do!

On a lighter note, my sister found this amusing page that converts everything into Yoda-speak. Unfortunately it only works on IE running on Windows machines.

Oh bother.

It seems like the renaissance of the semi-cheesy syndicated fantasy/sci-fi shows may be ending. (Anyone remember Sinbad?) I just watched the finale of Beastmaster and it was kind of anticlimactic, though I'm not sure what I was hoping for. The whole quest thing this season was kind of a drag anyway, though I understand that the show needed some direction. It was getting repetitive; though maybe that was the writing as much as anything. As fun as it was to watch Daniel Goddard run around in a loincloth, it's not enough to carry a show on it's own. Xena didn't have quests, but it was always fresh and fun.

The worst thing about this ending was that Dar left to go rule some kingdom and left his faithful little cutie sidekick Tao behind. And not even a hug goodbye! Jeez, throw us slash fans a bone!

Harumph!

Double Ohhh!

Here's the official page for the features of OS X v 10.2

Oooh! Mac OS X v 10.2 is in Beta, and it has lots of features I've been missing in 10.1. Me also=geek!

Sigh. Don't these peope have anything better to do?

But it still doesn't beat Jerry Falwell's diatribe on Pat 'A meteor will destroy Disney World for allowing gay days' Robertson's cheesy 'propaganda-passed-off-as-news' show. He blamed "Pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America -- I point the finger in their face and say 'you helped this (attack) happen.' "

Nice. And Pat nodded and agreed. I didn't know that Jesus was so into hate-mongering and finger-pointing.

Hmm. Gay=me. Pagan (atheist)=me. Pro-choice=me. Member of People for the American Way=me. But who really is the terrorist here? Who wants to divide America into 'us' and 'them.'?

In case anyone is curious about the gay teenager in Canada who won the right to go to the prom with his boyfriend, I have an update. In brief, he says he had a "wonderful time." :-)

Sigh. As a student and for my first year out of college (before starting that game company with some friends) I worked in the Fine Arts/Architecture library. My office (that I shared with the bibliographer) is the corner one right in the middle of that
photograph.

It was a carefree time of partying at night and gaming and college basketball -- and writing Raker Wars (You'll need to scroll down about 2/3rds of the way to see the cover; it was published in the Declaration).

I'm sure you've heard of 'Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.' Well there is actually a Computer Program that lets you see if you can find an actor who is six degrees or more from Kevin. I don't know whether I should be proud or not that my alma mater computer science department is hosting this thing.

I couldn't find anyone more than 2 degrees away. Go me.

At times like this I almost wish I was Canadian. I hope he had a wonderful time and his classmates behaved themselves.

Last night on the sci-fi channel they had a special hosted by Kevin ("Clerks," "Chasing Amy") Smith (I still remember when he came out on stage at some MTV Movie Awards with Ben Affleck and they were pretending Kevin was Matt Damon, and Kevin planted a big kiss on Ben right on the mouth. Ben looked genuinely shook up). Anyway, this special was about Star Wars Fan Movies, and they were presenting awards. Some of these little films are pretty amazing, the effort these fans put into them (and how far home computers have come that they can create these sometimes fairly sophisticated flicks).

Do I use too many parenthetical phrases?

On the eve of Attack of the Clones I feel the need to talk. (And really, why DIDN'T he call it 'the Clone Wars;' so much less silly. Or maybe he was going for silly. Lucas maintains that these movies were inspired by the campy serials he grew up with.)

As an aside, and I don't know if this was George or the designers, I found the statuary symbolism in Phantom Menace interesting. On Naboo the statues are all healthy, draped men and women, like late Classical Greek statues, implying the vitality of Naboo. On the promenade approaching the Senate on Coruscant there are statues as well: extruded, dessicated things, obviously symbolizing the ancient, spiritually starved Republic. I'm assuming others noticed this?

Going back to Princess Leia, George has had a thing with royalty. He has even admitted in interviews that he is sometimes frustrated with democracy and that every once in awhile we need an 'enlightened monarch' (his words). The implication being that this person would have sweeping powers for a short period of time, able to bypass the legislative process. I must admit that at times I have felt the same way. I'd elect Bill Clinton or Al Gore. But what if our 'enlightened monarch' was Ronald Reagan or (terrifyingly) Pat Robertson?

And in Phantom Menace he has 'Queen Amidala' yet she was supposedly elected, and the people of Naboo are a 'democracy' with a powerless but suffering governor. I have yet to see this explained, but on the website there is something about Naboo having a history of electing children (Padme Amidala is supposedly like 14 or 15 in the first movie) to office because of their purity and innocence. Um, okay.

On less politically weighty topics, I'm SO disappointed that Lucas reduced the mysticism of the force to midi-chlorians; basically smart amoebas. Why? I'm an atheist and even I appreciated the idea of a universal energy binding us all together. Now it's measureable microscopic organisms? Why the backpedaling?

Clones has gotten favorable reviews; I am looking forward to seeing it. But I would MUCH rather see 'The Two Towers.' And I know what happens there.

I wasn't a big Celine Dion fan before, but this stunt pulled by Sony is just inexcusable. There is going to be well-deserved backlash if these CDs actually render the computer inoperable, as apparently hers at least does.

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Well, I'm excited.

I've finally making plans to take a long weekend back in beautiful Charlottesville, VA and visit my Alma Mater. I'll also be hanging out with my old friend Billy, his wife and (gasp) kids. And I hope to visit with my old friend and co-worker Pete Fenlon, who was the mastermind behind the A.I. web/mystery game and others from my old game company. And I'm sure I'll go have a look at my old school. It's been years since I've been back there, and it's only a 2 hour drive from D.C.

A very interesting issue of Discover Magazine this month.

(I would give you a link but they don't have the current issue on the website yet). There's an article about 'bad astronomy' talking about (among other things) a FOX News show that suggested that the entire Apollo program was a hoax. Discover had this link to a site where an astronomer debunks bad reporting, etc.

Another article was titled "Does the universe exist if we're not looking?" This gets into the whole mind-boggling concepts of quantum physics and the behavior of light waves/particles. The classic hypothetical example of the whole observed/unobserved behavior is the Schrodinger's Cat experiment. The idea is, basically, the cat is neither alive nor dead until we actually look to see if it is alive or dead. (I'm not sure where the cat's worldview comes into play.)

Personally I find it difficult to believe that light behaves a certain way depending on whether or not we are observing it; it seems more likely to me that we're just missing something very basic somewhere.

And don't get me started on Dark Matter.

Okay I have one more self-righteous rant then I'll get on to (hopefully) more interesting stuff. I was watching The Other Half this morning while doing my cardio at the gym (I watched it only because of Mario Lopez and his adorable dimples; but now Dorian Gregory from Charmed is on there too -- bonus!) and they had a segment on a nightclub for "big, beautiful girls." They trot out these two obese, self-congratulating women who started this club where 'full-figured girls' can go and feel comfortable and 'have a drink bought for them.' What is wrong with this picture? There are now more overweight than underfed people in the world. More than half the population is overweight. And people aren't even embarassed about it any more! I can understand that losing weight can be challenging, and I certainly don't expect everyone to look like Kate Moss. But these women were grossly FAT and pleased with themselves. Somehow I just think that's wrong. Instead of going to clubs 'getting drinks bought for them' they ought to be in the gym working off the flab.

I suppose these people have a right to be fat if they want (except for the additional strain they put on our healthcare system), but god help an obese person who finds themself assigned to a seat next to me on a plane.

Okay, maybe I should cut Audrey (my mother) some slack. Back in 1958-59 they didn't know that Breast feeding was much better for babies than formula. But when she told me how happy she was that at such an early age I was able to hold my own bottle (i.e., she was freed of the burden of actually holding her baby while he drank his formula) alarms went off in my head. I was what she called a 'honeymoon baby' which is I guess a nice term for 'unexpected pregnancy.'

From my young childhood (pre-divorce, like 6-10) I remember our babysitter Shelley paying more attention to my sister Tammy and me than our parents did. Tammy and I would play by ourselves and Shelley would check on us to make sure we were okay. I remember thinking that seemed strange, as if our own parents didn't do that. Maybe she was just a very responsible sitter.

And here I am with a tested IQ between 147 and 155. But I think we know that smarts does not = happy; often quite the opposite.

Sometimes I wonder how much goes back to the fact that I had been in kindergarten 6 weeks when we moved from Wisconsin to Pennsylvania, and there was some age change, where I should be in 1st grade. So I took all these tests (which Audrey said, casually, that 'I cried all the way through;' HELLO) that I passed, so after 6 weeks of Kindergarten I was stuck in 1st grade. Smart but socially way behind. No one thought that it might be better for me to go back into K and learn some basic social skills. Or maybe I'm just making excuses.

MTV's Real World.

How do I loathe Tonya? Let me count the ways. Okay, cut her slack, she's a foster child. Hey I feel like I was essentially an emotional foster child (I imagine I'll get to that later) but she is the original Miss Victim. The other RW crew each got in the confession room and tried to sound sympathetic about her chronic kidney infections and her wailing, but they would all also say they though she was going overboard. Basically she is an attention-hogging self-absorbed bitch, and this episode only reinforced it (now I am not that naive, I know the producers edit the hell out of these shows for maximum drama, but COME ON). She apparently hogged the phone every damn day to talk to her poor loser BF back in Walla Walla. She claims she has no parents. And that whole thing about her medical bills. I am sorry but I cannt believe that MTV would have her on the show without medical coverage! Their lawyers would have a meltdown. It's all about poor Tonya the victim. And when it was Anessa's (not my favorite either but still) birthday, apparently Tonya STILL hogged the phone for hours talking about nothing to her poor boyfriend/shoulder to cry on.

Give me more fabulous Kyle/Chris (see picture) bonding. (Allegedly) straight, adorable, serious Kyle and HOT gay tortured Chris are getting along swimmingly. More scenes of Chris in those baggy pajama pants where he is clearly wearing no underwear, please.

I had another one of my bizarro Dreams last night. I don't know about anyone else, but I definitely dream in color; sometimes oversaturated color.

Anyway, my dream began with me shuffling into a house (I think it was the house we lived in when I was very young, like age 0-6) in pajamas with a big down comforter wrapped around me. In my dream this was my mother's house and for some reason I was coming in at night to use her computer. Except it was really my computer, my old PowerMac 7100 (which is still sitting on a table in my home office, sadly gathering dust -- but what a cool web site this is!). I sort of passed her on my way in, but we didn't speak. When I got to the room with the computer there were other people in there; strangers that she had invited over for some reason, but I also had the feeling they were like squatters, like homeless people wandering around. I kept encountering them as I wandred through this house, somehow no longer interested in the computer (I remember this house as being big and fun and mysterious; but then I was a small boy).

There was also a ferret there. I don't know if this was a flashback to my pet ferret Swinky of many years ago, or watching too much Beastmaster. There was also a beautiful collie lying under the computer desk, and I stopped to pet him. When I was a kid we had a collie named Laddie, then later had one named Lancelot. This one was neither of those; quiet and friendly though.

Then I realized that my glasses were foggy (I only wear glasses at night; I wear contacts most of the time) and went to the bathroom to clean them. Suddenly (and these transitions are of course never surprising in dreams) I was in my bathroom, but it was still in that house. And the sink was filled to overflowing with shaving cream. I was mildly annoyed that someone had filled the sink with shaving cream. But I got my glasses clean. Then I realized that I needed to go home, and went outside. It was like one of those awful vampiric up-all-night-drinking-then-have-to-get-home-under-the-bright-cruel-sun feelings when I emerged. And it was the house and neighborhood where I spent years 10-17 (after my parents divorced). And I was wandering around wondering where I had parked my Honda Prelude -- my 1983 Honda Prelude (mine was midnight blue, my pride and joy).

And then I woke up.

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For awhile my boyband fever was pretty bad; now it's just an ongoing fascination. 'N Sync, Backstreet Boys, SoulDecision, 98 Degrees... all the big ones. And you can bet they are hogging a big percentage of the disk space on my iPod. yes I actually like the music. I like the vapid songs that were cranked out by the 'Swedish Music Factory.' I also like Mozart, Tchaikovsky and Mahler, so go figure. But I digress. To my surprise, soon after I got hooked on these crooning cuties, I discovered that they were the objects of another interest of mine, a naughty little literature genre called 'Slash.' I'd encountered it before, the subjects mainly from Star Trek. But then I stumbled upon a whole new sub-genre: boyband slash. Oh my.

What I find kind of interesting (and as yet inexplicable) is that most of the slash I had seen before (mostly m/m, incidentally) was written by women. However the new boyband slash was written almost exclusively by gay boys/men. I'm sure there's a fascinating psychology there somwehere. There's also a distinction that's being drawn between 'fictional character slash' (e.g., Harry Kim/Tom Paris; Dar/Tao) vs. 'real people slash' (e.g., Justin/JC). There's probably a potential legal issue (though I'd think it was worse in legal terms using a copyrighted fictional character... but hey I'm not a lawyer).

The point of this whole ramble is that I recently found this guy's site and thought it was unusually well-written. And some of the stories are even "G" rated. This This Justin/JC one while NOT G-rated, has a very nice opening page.

Went to see The Lord of the Rings ONE LAST TIME over the weekend. I think this makes seven. Anyway, my excuse was to see the 3-minute preview of the Two Towers. Wow! It was pretty incredible. But lest anyone think my reverence for LotR is absolute, check out this amusing site.

It's official. Even my subconscious has informed me that I am NOT a 'cat person.'

Last night I had a dream in which I had a cat and I kept forgetting about the poor thing, not giving it attention, not remembering to feed it for days (and you should have seen how that cat food was portryed in my dream! Ugh!) It was a cute cat too, sweet tempered and not aloof like some cats can be.

Ironically, this web site's description of the 'cat person' matches my personality the most closely. In reality, I like big dogs, but I'm nothing like that site's idea of a 'big dog' person.

We had collies when I was growing up, and my last pet was a Siberian Husky. They have a reputation for being difficult and willful, and Nanuk sure did have a will of his own, but he was a wonderful pet overall, very intelligent and friendly.

I can't imagine getting a small yappy dog either. So I guess the pet front is on hold for now.