Saturday, April 30, 2005

Friday, April 29, 2005

Is it hot in here?

I read an article this morning in the Wall Street Journal (the tree-killing print version ... I’d link to it but you have to subscribe separately to the online version. Greedy capitalist pigs. Don’t worry, I’m not renewing my print subscription either ... I had subscribed in the notion that it’s best to “know thine enemy” but after a while I’ve realized that I’d really rather not and besides, he’s actually very dull and predictable.) ... where was I? Oh yeah, an article about a guy who was burned over 90% of his body in a freak tractor/propane tank accident. Getting burnt over 90% of one’s body has heretofore meant one really is toast, in the figurative as well as the literal sense, because skin does a lot more that just keep our innards from oozing out. But doctors at the University of Wisconsin gave this guy’s wife a choice: you can let us try experimental skin grafts using shark cartilage and other non-human stuff, which may or may not work and would require us to put your husband in a coma because it’s so painful and then would require him to go through years of rehabilitation and even then he’d still be missing a few fingers and ears and have a nose worse than Michael Jackson’s ... or you can say goodbye and pull the plug now. Oh and by the way you have to decide right away because we need to step lively if this thing is going to work ...

So the woman said do it, but in her journal she agonized over whether she had consigned her husband to a living hell or done what he would have wanted. He recovered, more or less ... in the sense that he is still alive and can sort of walk around and lend a hand--but only one because he lost part of the other one--on their farm. It sort of jumped out at me that the article does not quote him as saying he’s happy or lucky to be alive, however. In fact, after raising the question of whether this was the right decision for the guy’s wife to have made, the article doesn’t really answer it. And all day long I’ve had the nagging thought that I better hurry up and write my living will, because you never know when that propane tank is gonna blow up ...

So in addition to the if-I’m-a-vegetable-pull-the-plug-and-yank-the-tube-and-don’t-let-Randall-Terry-anywhere-near-me clause, I need to include something to the effect that if I’m all burned up and the only way to save me is to kill sharks and put me into a coma, please pull the plug and yank the tube. Quickly.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

My head is spinning ....

... in a good way, thanks to Helen Love. It's like what would happen if the Ramones had suddenly decided to embrace cheesy Europop. And they (she? I think it's a group and not a person), which for some reason is a big bonus in my book. Anyway, I'm listening to the "Bubblegum Killers EP", and the only think bad I can say about it is that it's only 5 songs long ... of course if it were much longer, it wouldn't be an EP ... extra bonus points for their crackling cover of Sweet's "Wigwambam." Smashing!

I need to see if WXDU has received this little gem ... I deem it playlistworthy!

Damn, I missed it!

You should be able to come to Burger King and get a healthy, low-calorie, low-fat meal. You can. Beyond that, I don't think it's my job to tell Americans what they should eat. We might as well go back to communism.
--Burger King CEO Greg Brenneman

Did I just up and miss an important era in American history? Seriously, I paid attention in history class but I don't remember a thing about the US ever being communist.

Anyway, so the above referenced article mentions a Burger King veggie burger. I had no idea they had one, not having darkened the door of a Burger King for ... well I can't remember the last time. Anybody every tried one? I'm just wondering if it's worth setting foot into a Burger King for. The main thing that grosses me out about fast food restaurants isn't so much the food as the fact that they always seem so filthy (althought the food is indeed generally gross). I'm afraid to touch any surface because everything's always either sticky or greasy. Plus, people are always bringing their kids to these places, and as you know children are just hyperactive little disease vectors. Anyway, if anyone has tried said veggie burger, let me know what you think.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

The title of this post is "Today's Blog Post"

Super Nova Scotian infected me with the book meme everyone has been passing around ... but first I have to go into a belated brag about my weekend. (Warning: dog agility talk follows. If you’re not keen on it, skip ahead a bit). I made a few "handler errors" at the agility trial Saturday that prevented us from qualifying in jumpers, gamblers and snooker, but to make up for all that Lucy and I had an absolutely spectacular standard course run. Not only did we finish in first place and qualify, but our time was ten seconds faster than the second-place finisher. I know we were significantly faster than the standard course time, but I don’t know how much because they didn’t bother posting it. Nor did they post the course yardage, so even if I were the type who calculated her dog’s yards-per-second speed, I couldn’t do that. Strange, because it was such a big deal official USDAA-sponsored trial and all, you’d think they would be dotting all the i’s and crossing all the t’s. Whatever ... I'm just happy that Lucy ran well and has had no problems with her leg sprain (or muscle-pull ... or whatever was wrong with her). Next trial: Memorial Day weekend in Chapel Hill.

OK, book meme time.

You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

I’d love to pick a fun and entertaining book like Alice in Wonderland (because then I’d get to run around reciting “Jabberwocky” until it drove people nuts), but damn, they’re banning and burning books! As much as I love fun, I’d have to go with a book that I felt was politically important. So how about Fredrich Engels’ The Origin of The Family, Private Property and The State. (It’s actually much more fun to read than the title implies).

The last book you bought is?

Well, I check just about everything out from the library ... but whadd’ya know ... I did actually recently buy a book! The Papyrus Voice by Andrew Riddles! I've read half of it (and am enjoying it so far) before I decided I should hurry up and dig into my pile of library books because I have to give them back, and I shall finish it after I wrap up my current read ...

What are you currently reading?

Freedom of Expression®: Overzealous Copyright Bozos and Other Enemies of Creativity by Kembrew McLeod
. A must-read for everyone. Makes me want to go violate a Disney copyright or do something naughty with the Target logo.

Five books you would take to a deserted island

Um, how long will I be stuck on said deserted Island? 'Cuz if it’s indefinitely then I’d want to take some really fat books that will last me for a while. I’m assuming that the question is asking me to name some books that I’ve read and I love, but I’d rather use the time to read some new things. This one looks good: The Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Death by Corinne May Botz or maybe the new one by Ruth Reichl: Garlic and Sapphires : The Secret Life of a Critic in Disguise (I heard an interview with her on NPR that made me want to read this one.) Or, being stuck on a deserted island would be a great time to delve into some things that require more time and attention than I have for them in normal life, like Issac Deutscher’s three-volume biography of Trotsky (The Prophet Armed: Trotsky 1879-1921, The Prophet Unarmed: Trotsky 1921-1929, The Prophet Outcast: Trotsky 1929-1940). (Or I could use the time to memorize my stuck-inside-of-Fahrenheit-451 book ...)

But if I must name five already-read books, then how about the five I mentioned last time I did a book meme? I know it’s a cop out, but they are very good books.

Who will you send this meme onto?

Whoever wants it ... several people I know have already done it but I can't remember exactly who has and who hasn't. So take it, anyone!

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Happy dog!

I just got back from agility class with Lucy, after her week off to recuperate from whatever her injury was. She was quite happy to be out there. I was a little nervous because I was afraid that whatever was injured in her leg before would become re-injured with the activity, but she seems to be fine. She's tired from the class, though, and right now she's in the "dead dog" yoga position at the foot of my chair. If I had my camera next to me I'd snap her photo and post it, but the act of walking to the next room to get it would rouse her and she'd have to follow me. She's not acting at all freaky, which seems to ber her response to pain, so I think all is well.

I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow to drive to Myrtle Beach so I can hang with my mom. We're entered in an agility trial there on Saturday, and I'm nervous because it's a Really Big Deal Agility Trial, the USDAA's "Spring Festival." They will be taping events for television so I think they're going to be uptight (for example, I can't wear my PBH Agility t-shirt because only USDAA-authorized logos are allowed in the ring.) There's really no danger that Lucy and I will end up on television, though, because we'll be in the Starters ring, where dogs often run around with the "zoomies" or, in Lucy's case, decide it's a perfect time for a "happy roll" in the nice, soft grass. They usually only show the Master's level competitors on TV--the ones who make agility look like something ordinary people could never do with their ordinary dogs. (It also seems like most of the agility dogs they show on TV are border collies, too. So then people--like my own brother--say things like "I want to get a border collie so I can do agility and flyball with it" as if merely acquiring the dog is all it really takes.)

Anyway, I hope I'm wrong and the trial is not uptight and unfun. We'll see.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Something's rotten in Norway ...

So I'm behind in my reading, and I just caught up with this "perspective" in the NY Times designed to poke big holes in the idea that Norwegians must be happy because they are a wealthy country with lots of social welfare programs. Au contraire, you stupid envious pinko leftie Americans: Norwegians are miserable! The caption of the accompanying photo sums up what the writer feels is the leading indicator of Norwegian impoverishment: "In nominally rich Norway, most people bring their lunch to work." He goes on to cite this chilling example:
One image in particular sticks in my mind. In a Norwegian language class, my teacher illustrated the meaning of the word matpakke - "packed lunch" - by reaching into her backpack and pulling out a hero sandwich wrapped in wax paper. It was her lunch. She held it up for all to see.

Oh my god ... she had to eat a homemade hero sandwich for lunch. I'm gasping for air just thinking about it!. But wait, there's more: their library collections are outdated, their swimming pools all need repair and they just don't have enough policemen! Furthermore, Norwegians, you will be distressed to learn, "live more frugally than Americans do. They hang on to old appliances and furniture that we would throw out. And they drive around in wrecks." Oh the poor dears ... perhaps we should start a foundation to help all the poor deprived Norwegians move to Mali or Burkina Faso?

Sure, stuff is more expensive in Norway, which no doubt contributes to the Norwegians frugality, but I wonder if it ever occurred to the writer that living frugally and not creating needless waste is considered a virtue in Norway? That maybe people who could trade up to big shiny new cars prefer not to because they find their happiness elsewhere? That maybe living in a place where police represent a growth industry isn't really all that desirable? That his entire point of view is completely distorted because he's a rich guy from a fucked-up, ultra-consumerist hellhole of a country?

Whew. Time to go stick my home-packed lunch of a simple potato into the microwave ...

UPDATE: dang, I was hungry and I forgot another "favorite" part of the article mentioned above. The author whines that the "Scandinavian establishment," in order to buoy belief in the benefits of a social welfare system, "serves up a picture of the United States as a nation divided, inequitably, among robber barons and wage slaves, not to mention armies of the homeless and unemployed." Yeah? So? It's not like that's a lie or anything, in fact it's a very accurate characterization of the country I live in.

I know, I know, I'm talking about the New York Times ... why am I surprised?

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

It's settled ...

So pretty much everyone I know who might want a Flickr Pro account (other than Alicia, who's in grad school and made me a hat) can afford the measly $25 it now costs to get one. So I gave my other one away to a stranger, a guy in Kuala Lumpur. He was having a hard time affording the pro account, but he really wanted one because he was approaching his limit. That felt good.

Is it just me ...

...or does the new pope look kind of evil?

And now I've only go one Flickr Pro account to give away 'cuz I done gave one to Alicia. She made me a hat, y'know.

Now the hard part is figuring out who to give the other one to ...

Here, listen to this cover of Donna Summer's I Feel Love. (Honesty time: I like Donna Summer. And even thought this is a cool cover, I like the original better).

UPDATE: I guess I should add that the above cover is by Cobra Verde and that apparently they have a whole album of covers out.

A pressie from Flickr!

Hi bunchofpants!

You may have heard on the grapevine that we planned to
reward our dear Flickr members who bought a Pro Account in
the early days. Well, it's true! And since you're one of
those lovely people, here's a little something to say YOU

1. Double what you paid for!
Your original 1 year pro account has been doubled to
2 years, and your new expiry date is Jan 25, 2007.

2. More capacity!
Now you can upload 2 GB per month.

3. 2 free Pro Accounts to give away to your friends!
This won't be activated for a day or two, but when it
is, you'll see a note on your home page telling you
what to do.

Thank you so much for putting your money where your mouth
is and supporting us, even while we're in beta. Your
generosity and cold, hard cash helped us get where we are

Kind regards,
The Flickreenies.

So, apparently I will soon have a couple of pro accounts to give away. Sweet! I need to start making my list and checking it twice ...

Last week I lent my raggedy-ass busted camera to my new co-worker because she really wants a digital camera but she's broke. What a coincidence, I said, this camera's broke too, but it still takes good photos. I'm glad to see it's getting used. She plans to buy her own once she gathers together the necessary fundage. maybe I should give her a Flickr Pro account ...

In other news, I worked a lot on my front garden over the weekend (and yesterday afyer my headache went away). I had a lot of weeds to clear because I was extremely lazy last year and let them get out of hand. I filled my empty flower pots with annuals, and put in some new perennials. The area gets so much sun, most of it in the afternoon, which is the most brutal sun, that a lot of plants just don't like it there. So typically I buy one of something and see how it does before I plant any more. But then when it comes time to plant more I usually want to try something else I've never tried before, so I've got a real patchwork thing going on out there. that's fine because I want a "cottage garden" effect anyway. maybe sooner or later, when the plants that want to stay have spread a bit and when my groundcovers reach the point where they are actually covering ground, It will look like a cottage garden. Right now it looks like an experiment in progress.

The problem with yard work and gardening is that the more you do, the more you realize you need to do. Finishing one thing only emphasizes the stuff that's still undone. Fortunately, it doesn't take a lot to have what's considered a "nice yard" in my neighborhood--there's always going to be one nearby that looks a lot crappier than mine!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Those stupid protestants and their stupid work ethic

So if someone wakes up in the morning and has a migraine and stays home from work but then the migraine goes away before noon, is that someone obligated to then go to work for the rest of the day?

I didn't think so either. At least not on a really beautiful spring day.

Friday, April 15, 2005

Happy freakin' Friday

The Colonel
Originally uploaded by adampsyche.

I don't often blog the photos of others but the one above is absolutely brilliant.

In other news, we were talking just now at work about WTF was up with the old "Virginia Is For Lovers" tourism slogan, when a co-worker asked what North Carolina's slogan is. I happen to know that even though it's often referred to as "The Old North State" or "Cackalacky" and our license plates say "First In Flight" (a claim contested by Ohio), the official state slogan is "Not Nearly As Rednecky As South Carolina."

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Ambition is overrated anyway ...

We have a new co-worker at work (actually she started almost 2 months ago) and it's been a little weird because we're not accustomed to having someone there who's not all jaded, bitter and catatonic. She got a design degree from NC State a couple of years ago but wasn't able to find a job in the field, so she's been working at a doctor's office ever since. She was thrilled to get a design job, and she dug into the work with great relish, asking questions, making suggestions, talking about more logical ways to do things ... the rest of us were a bit amused, having had all ambition and enthusiasm beaten out of us long ago. We weren't sure how to respond--we wanted to be encouraging but it was hard to remember how. But it has been a little more interesting around the place since she got there.

For example, every year my place of employment is responsible for putting on a Big Event That's Fun For The Whole Family (as long as you remember to wash your hands afterwards), and every year at this time, when we have to start preparing for it, we're all like "oh god, not this again." But our new co-worker is like "Wow, you get to do this every year?" Which is good, because we needed some fresh ideas--I mean "Oh God, Not This Again" doesn't make a very good advertising slogan, now does it?

But the other day she got to experience her first ambition-crushing smackdown. She had designed a publication using all the Rules of Good Design she learned in school, only to be told by the commissioning functionaries that they wanted it another way, a way that didn't as look good and broke some of the Rules of Good Design. She wanted to go to bat for Good Design, and was asking our advice on how to argue her case and win them over. We were all sort of scratching our heads and saying "Um, we just do it the way they want and get them out of our hair." I told her that it's far easier to just give them what they ask for and then talk about what morons they are behind their backs. But she went to bat anyway, with her well-crafted arguments in favor of Good Design. She lost. One could almost feel the breeze as some of her ambition and enthusiasm rushed past on its way out the door. It's a shame because she's a good egg. Soon she will be shambling through the door every morning in a zombie-like stupor, just like the rest of us, and we will chant: "One of us, one of us, one of us ..."

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Stress relief ...

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: The Logging Chain of Loving Kindness.
Get yours.
(I caught this from Dick Umbrage.)

I stressed out a bit over the last few days. I ran Lucy in an agility trial Sunday (our first NADAC; all the others have been USDAA). It was fun, we did OK, but she had been exhibiting strange behaviors (see below) at home for several days and so I was kind of worried that something was wrong with her. But away from home she was normal, and she seemed to be perfectly enthusiastic and happy about running agility, so I didn't think too much about it. But now I believe that she may have been slightly injured--not enough to really show it--but that she may have sprained something in a rear leg. I don't know when, and like I said she wasn't really showing it, but I felt bad later when I realized that I was asking my dog to run agility with a possible injury.

The freakiness itself didn't really point to any specific problem. She didn't want to be inside the house--which is very odd because usually she wants to either be right by me or sitting on a cushy pillow. She usually barks to be let back in after about five minutes outside, but instead during her freakiness she would just sit out on our deck, and if I came out and said "Lucy, come inside" she would just look away and pretend I didn't exist. She wouldn't come inside for dinner or treats--and believe me, she knows the words "dinner" and "treats" very well--they're her favorites. If I carried her inside, she would jump up on the couch and curl up there with a kicked puppy look on her face. At times she would almost become catatonic, not even moving her ears or eyes when I said her name. But when we left the house, all was well again--she acted like she didn't have a care in the world and was ready to play.

This had happened before: once when she had a claw that had broken past the quick and was obviously painful, and a previous time when I'm not sure what the issue was but it went away when I stopped cooking an extremely garlicky chicken thing in the crock pot. (The chicken turned out to be disgusting, as have been most of the things I've made in my crock pot, so there's no danger that I'll ever cook it again.) This time there was no broken claw, no pervasive smell of garlic in the house ... I was stumped. Then Monday Mr. Pants said it looked like she was walking a little funny. So we walked her around and watched, and sure enough, she was slightly "favoring" a back leg. I took her to the vet, who found no obvious problems (and she said Lucy's knees are nice and strong and she's in great shape!), but suggested that she probably sprained something. She said the weird behaviors could have been a response to pain or discomfort--as they were the time she broke a claw. (Dogs will often make weird associations between bad things and what they believe causes those bad things, which is why they often do things that seem completely irrational to us.)

Anyway, the vet prescribed prednizone as an anti-inflammatory. I started giving it to her Monday night, and by Tuesday evening she was completely back to normal. Not just normal but happy and playful, even. So now I'm convinced that she was injured, but what still gets me is why did it not bother her while we were at the agility trial? If she had gone all catatonic or at least limped a little while we were there I wouldn't have run her. Same thing at flyball practice on Saturday--no only was she eager, she was running fast. What's up with all that, little dog?

Anyway, thanks for stopping by and I'll try to have some non-freaky dog content for you next time.

Monday, April 11, 2005

A terrible dilemma ...

he's coming!

So this coming Saturday, do I go and see SpongeBob at Northgate Mall or participate in the WXDU-WXYC kickball game, which will occur in the exact same time slot? The only real reason I want to go see SpongeBob is to take pictures of him (I wonder if I could get him to pose with a jar of Marmite in his hand? His handlers probably wouldn't allow it ...)

I guess I need to make a list of pros and cons ... kickball pro number one is that there will be beer at the game. I don't think SpongeBob will be serving beer. I will get a T-shirt if I show up early enough at the kickball game (and I'm very capable of showing up early if it means I'll get a T-shirt.) The kickball games have always previously been scheduled for a weekend when I'm out of town or doing the Mondo Mundo show, and so I've been unable to participate. I'd really like to go. Big con for SpongeBob: there will be children there. Big con for the kickball game: the place will be infested with people from Orange County. ;D (That smiley emoticon is for Alicia. And any other lovely Orange Countyite who's reading this.)

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Thursday is a noisy day

I took a vacation day today because I want to see The Staircase, which is playing at the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival here in lovely Durham. I'd see more of the films but I'm in a time crunch this week (plus the passes are expensive and single films are $10 each). So I'll just see the one that satifies my morbid curiousity (In the early days of this blog I wrote about my experiences at the Michael Peterson estate sale but I hadn't gotten the permalink thing down at that point. So if you want to read about it just look in the November 2003 archive and scroll down to the entries for the 22nd).

Anyway, because today is trash, recycling and yard waste pickup day, the dogs are going nuts at all the activity in front of the house. It's driving me nuts. Maybe I'll go buy a new camera now ...

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Quick, post something before Blogger eats it!

I have been urged, practially ordered, by BWVentril (who now has to start all over again building his asswich equity at Google now that he's moved his blog) to quit Blogger and use WordPress because Blogger has been sucking so very badly lately. I couldn't post at all yesterday because of its suckiness. I really should make the switch--I've got the domain name and the hosting, because last year I had planned to publish my blogger blog to my own domain. I never ended up doing it because it was just so easy not to. So now I should, but I don't have the time. The cool thing about Blogger is that I didn't have to install anything on my server and then spend hours trying to make it actually work correctly. Will I have to design my own template? Because I don't have time for that either. Will I have to spend all my waking hours battling the comment spam like all the MT people? Cuz I don't wanna do that. In short, the whole thing sounds like a massive pain in the ass that I don't have time for.

Of course, it's my own damn fault that I don't have the time. I didn't have to enroll my second dog in agility classes, or accept a position as an assistant teacher in a Beginner 3 agility class. Three of my weeknights will now be partially consumed by agility (compounded by the fact that, as I learned last night, the Tuesday night agility class crowd likes to go out and have drinks after classes). Then there are agility trials (there's one this weekend here in town that anyone can come watch. I'll be competing on Sunday), flyball practices, flyball tournaments (more drinking there), radio shows ... the end result is that I am completely defying my natural inclinations toward laziness. I have no idea when I would have hours of time to dedicate to the geeky frustrations of migrating my blog from Blogger to WordPress. But I'll figure something out ...

Oh yeah, and speaking of busy, I'll be on yer radio tonight (88.7 for the locals, for the rest), albeit probably a few minutes late (normal show time=8-10 pm). Latin DJ extraordinaire Santa Salsera has graciously agreed to stick around past her show's end time in case I can't quite make it from agility class to the station (with a dog drop at home) in half an hour. She's the best--everyone should also listen to her mad latin-music-spinning skillz from 6-8 pm.

Monday, April 04, 2005

Ow, my ass ...

It's weekend roundup time! I'll tell you all the mundane details about my weekend just because it's my blog and I can write whatever I want in it. If Blogger doesn't eat the post, that is.

Friday night I should have gone to the Duke Coffeehouse to see Eyes to Space, Audubon Park and the always-thrilling Jett Rink. But Mr. Pants had decided to go visit his boat to see if it was still afloat, and I just didn't feel like going out by myself. Besides, I was back to obsessing about cameras, so I decided to go to Circuit City and play with all the demo models. It was a wild and crazy Friday night, let me tell you. Woo hoo! I'm still torn between the same two cameras, though ...

Saturday I went to opening day of the Durham Farmers Market. I bought cheese bread and tomatoes. They were good. Then I did my radio show. Then we went to see Downfall at the Carolina. Good movie. The New York Times criticized it for being a bit morally ambiguous and letting some of Hitler's followers "off the hook" by not portraying them all as hateable, single-minded zealots, but I read the opposite into it: it illustrated very well the fallacy in thinking "it couldn't happen here." I was seeing people very much like ones I run into on a daily basis here in the US, working fervently to defend what they felt was "right," truly horrid as it may have been. Or people, like Hitler's secretary Traudl Junge, who don't bother to learn too much about what is actually happening all around them who are just doing their jobs because they don't want to be disloyal. They reminded me of some of the otherwise "nice" people around here who occasionally voice heinous political views or let Fox News for their opinions for them because it's just easier that way. And whenever Hitler (played by Bruno Gans) got all irrational and/or paranoid, I couldn't help but think of Richard Nixon. By the way, did you know that Hitler was a vegetarian? Remember that next time someone tries to use their dietary choices as proof that they are holier than thou ...

Sunday I worked my ass off. I'm trying to work off Mr. Gomez's agility class tuition. I already have some credit for other work I've done, but I need more so I volunteerd to remove the heavy duty plastic that was used to "winterize" the facility's covered arena. It was put up correctly--anchored with wooden slats that were securely screwed into the roof and posts of the arena. Very securely screwed in. So all day (with a 2-hour break to attend the WXDU mandatory all-dj meeting) I climbed up a ladder, pulled out a screw with the drill, climbed down the ladder, moved the ladder, climbed up the ladder, pulled out a screw with the drill ... and so on. Climbing a ladder uses ass muscles that one does not often use for other things. My ass now aches.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

late warning ...

Radio! Radio! I forgot to warn everyone to stay away from WXDU, 88.7 FM locally, webally, from 1-3 pm today (EST) because I will be hosting the always fun "Mondo Mundo" wrrrld music show. I have no theme, as usual, but I'm feeling like some qawwali may be in order ... not two hours worth, of course. But considering that a quality qawwali can run 15-20 minutes, that will eat up a good chunk of time.

Oh yeah, and I seem to have recovered nicely from my untimely death. Thanks for your concern.

Friday, April 01, 2005

death to bunchofpants

death to bunchofpants
Originally uploaded by bunchofpants.

Happy random spring day, everyone. As you may have guessed, bunchofpants has gone to play in the forest fires of the great beyond with her pals Terri Schiavo and Pope John Paul II (c'mon, admit it--he's been dead for years!). Have a Google Gulp.

UPDATE: Bunchofpants is still dead. And this is funny too.