Sunday, January 30, 2005

At Least There's No Talking Paperclip...

You know what's really starting to annoy me?

I do a lot of typing. I mean, a lot of typing. I have long conversations via e-mail and on various internet forums, I write blog posts, I do a bit of creative writing, I keep an electronic log at work, I occasionally use instant messenger to chat... I'm pretty sure, now that I stop to think about it, that I type far more words on an average day than I speak, and that number has gone up a hell of a lot in the last few years.

The major result of this (aside from the occasional twinge of wrist pain, which, thankfully, has so far always gone away with a little rest) is that I have become a much worse typist.

That's right. Worse. My fingers have taken on a mind of their own. They move too fast now for me to control them. And, somehow, they've developed some kind of bizarre auto-complete system. If I try to type a word that ends in "in," I find it mysteriously acquires a "g" on the end. If I want to type "interested," I get "interesting," because apparently I use that word more often. "Actual" inevitably becomes "actually" (my single most overused word). "Though," if I'm not careful, morphs into "thought." Sometimes I type entire words wrong, because my fingers are supplying a similar word that usually comes after the one I just typed, instead of the one I want. Thus, "to go" becomes "to do." Sometimes, they jump ahead and type a word that's supposed to appear later in the sentence. Or they run one word in a sentence together with the next one to produce a different word entirely. (Frighteningly enough, it usually is a real word.) Sometimes they just throw random words in and I don't know where they came from. They've also gotten really bad about homophones. I know the difference between "their, "they're" and "there," damn it, but I often find myself typing the wrong one. There was a time when I almost never did that. And pronouns! The typing program in my head appears to regard them as completely interchangeable. "Her" becomes "his," "she" becomes "me"... It's amazing I can still communicate at all.

It's like having goddamn Microsoft Word running in my brain, and I can't turn any of the annoying features off. Gaah.
Today's Featured Link Ebert's Glossary of Movie Terms, a very funny list of movie cliches from a guy who's seen a lot of movies.

A couple of my favorites:
Del Close's Rule

Never share a foxhole with a character who carries a photo of his sweetheart.

Myth of the Seemingly Ordinary Day

The day begins like any other, with a man getting up, having breakfast, reading the paper, leaving the house, etc. His activities are so uneventful they are boring. That is the tip-off. No genuine ordinary day can be allowed to be boring in a movie. Only seemingly ordinary days—which inevitably lead up to a shocking scene of violence, which punctuates the seeming ordinariness.

I was also highly amused by this one...
Cooter Rule, The

When the young good-looking hero goes back to his boyhood farmhouse, he'll inevitably have a fight at the dinner table with an older, less attractive brother. The fight is usually about abandoning the farm and "Spitting on Daddy's memory" or the hero's annoying use of correct grammar. The hero storms out of the house, and sits down on a fence in the backyard. He is followed by his sweet, long-suffering sister-in-law. She says, "Trap, you're gonna have to forgive Cooter/Hunter/Trip/Billy Bob. He loves you. He don't mean nothin'. It's just his way, is all."

...because my first reaction was, "Whoa! That was a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode!"

Friday, January 28, 2005

I Do Think I Still Have a Book I Borrowed from Someone a Few Years Ago...

and go to because law school made laura do this.
Search Request Sometime

Hey, it happens roughly once a week. What more do you want?

  • They're laboratory mice, their genes have been spliced. And one of them sounds like Orson: They're Pinky, they're Pinky and the One Who Sounds Like Orson Welles!

  • haircuts... what is too short: I don't believe there is such a thing as hair that's too short. The shorter you get it cut, the less you need to fuss with it, and the longer you can go between haircuts.

  • quizzes on tickling armpits: Which Variety of Armpit Tickling Are You? is probably the one stupid internet quiz I haven't done.

  • pictures freak hailstorm: You know, I rather wish I'd taken some.

  • vacation tickling ticklish sister: Geez, can't you at least give your poor ticklish sister a break when you're on vacation?

  • set joss verbosity: Joss can be very verbose, but it's kinda one of the things I like about him.

  • infj goddess: So, OK, which goddesses are INFJ?

  • ticklish guys in Albuquerque: Perhaps next time I'm in Albuquerque, I'll take a survey, polling people on their ticklishness.

  • albuquerque Hail storm roof damage: Hey, Albuquerque got off light! You should see some of the roof damage that storm did here.

  • copying Farscape: Why, who would ever do such an evil, copyright-infringing thing? *looks around innocently*

  • Anya skater nude pictures: Well, we saw her on skates, but I believe she was wearing a Charlie's Angels costume at the time.

  • braca 2 and autoimmune disease: My favorite "consummate Peacekeeper," suffering from autoimmune disease? Say it isn't so!

  • Blazing Saddles: a particularly gro: I'm dying with curiosity to know what the rest of that was. I don't think anybody'd call that movie "particularly grown-up." Particularly gross, maybe? Well, some of the humor was pretty crude. Particularly groan-worthy, because of the bad puns?

  • Grazya's breasts "John Crichton": Not a good combination, alas.

  • farscape fic OR fanfic OR fanfiction OR fiction "sore throat": Just saying that might be enough to give you a sore throat.

  • babs bunny interview: I hear she's not giving many these days.
  • I Buy Things. Then I Use Them. Go, Me!

    I did go into the new Wal-Mart today. It was pathetically exciting. Wow! A whole plethora of consumer goods available for purchase right here in my own neighborhood! I have the feeling this could be kind of a dangerous thing. Previously, whenever there was something I needed that I couldn't get at the local grocery or hardware store, I'd just add it to a big mental list of stuff I needed, and when the need got urgent enough or I happened to be going in that direction anyway, I'd head into Belen and shop. I'd be lying if I said that eliminated impulse purchasing, but, for large stuff, anyway, there was sort of a built-in waiting period. Now, should I happen to decide that I need a new TV -- which, actually, I kind of do -- I can go five minutes down the road and walk out with one. Instant gratification is a powerful lure, you know, and I can't count how many things I've previously decided I didn't really need because they weren't worth the hour-and-a-half trip it would take to purchase them. And I was doing so well at saving money there for a while, too.

    My major purchase today was a vacuum cleaner, but that can't possibly be considered an impulse buy, as I needed one desperately. My old one had gotten to the point where it was literally held together with duct tape. I bought it way back when I was a penniless student, so it was an extremely cheap model, which I got even cheaper by buying it factory serviced. Its one and only advertising claim was that it was really light.

    I gotta say, vacuum cleaners have changed a lot since the last time I looked. They've got these bagless see-through compartments now. Very spiffy. The one I just bought has about four filters, and a light in the front, and all kinds off stuff, and I think it cost about twenty or thirty dollars more than my old one originally did. What really convinces me that it was time for a new vacuum, though, is the fact that, the first time I used it on my floors, it completely filled the dirt compartment. Way up past the fill line. I vacuum my carpets an average of a couple of times a month, but it occurs to me now that they've probably never actually been clean since I moved in.

    Also, I'm not sure, but I think the cats might be slightly less afraid of this one.

    Thursday, January 27, 2005

    Now I'm Thinking Maybe I Should Have Just Stayed in Bed.

    I think this is going to be one of Those Days. It started when I woke up well over an hour before I needed to be awake. Oh, good, I thought. I can get up now, have a nice leisurely cup (OK, three cups) of coffee, read my e-mail, and generally take my time. Which is how I like waking up in the morning, except that I don't like doing it early in the morning. Which is why, when I'm on morning shift, I set my alarm clock for the last possible moment that'll allow me to get to work on time. Which is actually kind of stressful. Anyway, I then, of course, failed to actually get up. It was dark and cold outside the bed, after all, and warm and cozy in it... I ended up drifting in and out of not very good sleep until the alarm screamed in my ear. At which point I started kicking myself, because I probably would have felt much better after an hour of good wakefulness than I did after an hour of bad sleep.

    So I got up and got in the shower, and I'd just gotten my hair all good and lathered up with shampoo when I suddenly experienced the sudden conviction that I'd forgotten to turn the coffeepot on. Which, believe me, would have been a major crisis for me. So I got out of the shower, dripped water everywhere, went to the coffeepot... and discovered that I had, in fact, turned it on, and the coffee-making was proceeding normally.

    And then, when I was finally ready to go to work and had actually gotten into my car, it suddenly occurred to me that I had forgotten my mp3 player, which I like to listen to when I'm hanging tapes. I debated with myself for a moment, then sighed and went back in the house, tracking mud across the kitchen floor (to go with the water, I guess) to get the thing. At which point I realized, of course, that, no, it was already in the car, just in the other backpack-pocket from the one I had checked.

    I'm really hoping this pattern doesn't keep up...

    Tuesday, January 25, 2005

    It's Also Been a While Since I Did a Post Full of Random Thoughts.

    Because apparently I'm too lazy to actually write any coherent posts today, I shall instead simply spew forth whatever has recently been passing through my brain. Thus:

    I just caught myself thinking, "Ooh! The new Wal-Mart opens tomorrow. I should go and see it!" I have now officially lived in a small town too long.

    I live in constant regret of the fact that my living room carpet is exactly the same color as regurgitated cat chow.

    I just finished re-reading The Ship Who Sang, and I cannot for the life of me understand why I thought Anne McCaffrey was a great writer when I was a teenager. Is she still standard reading for teen-girl geeks, I wonder, or has time passed her by?

    I've been watching the new Battlestar Galactica. Well, I watched it last week, because a co-worker of mine, who doesn't have cable at the moment, called me up to ask me if I could tape it and then proceeded to recommend it to me with great enthusiasm. The episode was hard to follow with only what he'd given me for background, though, so he lent me the miniseries on tape. And, I dunno, I think the jury's still out. It's kind of slow moving, and it's not exciting me greatly, but it does seem to have a lot of potential, and I love the premise (which it now occurs to me the original pretty much wasted). Someone in the UK (where they're on the season finale already) told me next week's ep is really good, and I see TV Guide's Matt Roush (whose opinions I deeply respect) gave it an 8 out of 10, so I'm pretty sure I'll be tuning in on Friday. We'll see... Well, I suppose it was about time I got some use out of that cable TV subscription I'm paying for every month.

    Hey, It's Been a While Since I Just Did a Post Full of Random Links.

    No rhyme or reason here, just a few interesting things I've come across lately on my travels around the internet:

    For the Blake's 7 fans in the audience: a gallery of "postage stamps" featuring alternate careers for the crew. Very funny! (Warning: a few of the captions are a bit naughty.)

    How to Deconstruct Almost Anything: "[T]he story of one computer professional's explorations in the world of postmodern literary criticism." Good, entertaining article explaining the mysteries of literary deconstructionism for techno-geeks.

    Mr. Eclipse: "The Ultimate Resource For Eclipse Photography." Features, among other things, a list of predicted solar and lunar eclipses, and lots of really beautiful pictures.

    Sunday, January 23, 2005

    My Kind of Reference Site!

    Need to distinguish between the different varieties of Kryptonite, brush up on the endochronic properties of resublimated thiotimoline, or double-check the lethal dosage of cordrazine? You're in luck, then, because Wikipedia features a chart of fictional chemical substances. Very cool.

    (Link via Sore Eyes.)

    Saturday, January 22, 2005

    Well, That's Not Too Bad...

    I am going to die at 78. When are you? Click here to find out!

    I gotta say, this was one of the more entertaining quizzes I've taken lately. Even if it is, y'know, telling me I'm going to die.
    Act Now! Supplies Are Limited!

    I've been meaning to mention this, and I somehow keep managing to forget. But I got myself a gmail account a while ago. I've mainly been using it for mailing lists and suchlike, and I've been fairly happy with it. Anyway, I've got six invites to give out, so if anybody out there is interested in a Google account, let me know.

    Friday, January 21, 2005

    Search Request Friday

    I'm not even apologizing for not doing this on Thursday any more.

  • pictures of scary places: You mean, like my bathroom? I really ought to clean my bathroom.

  • hamman spoilers: A sporty option for this year's new model Leviathans!

  • granny 80 yar: Unless there was something that half-Romulan daughter-from-an-alternate-universe didn't tell us about, Yar was never a granny.

  • hit curb mess up alignment: Yeah, and then your tire falls off.

  • "on a tree fallen across the road" meter: Uh, it's a sonnet, if that helps.

  • riddles answers i have 2 arns but fingers none i have 2 feet but i cannot run i carry we: I bet this person was really confused when their search turned up a bunch of Farscape sites. Anybody know how the rest of this goes? I'm a bit curious about it now, if only because it sounds vaguely familiar.

  • john quixote blogger: Avatar-Stark, left with nothing to do during the game's downtime, took to keeping a daily blog in order to relieve his boredom. (Oh, help me. I kind of want to write this now...)

  • "periodic table" "vanity plate": Um, don't they usually limit you to six or seven characters?

  • pics of people going mudding and having fun: So, pics of people sitting in front of computers and smiling, then?

  • teens are ticklish on their armpits: Well, some of them are.

  • attracted intp: We've already established that I'm attracted to INTPs.

  • Farscape theme tune download zhaan: Alas, I don't think Zhaan ever got her own theme tune.

  • AVON AND NOSTROMO FAN FICTION CROSSOVER: Avon vs. Aliens! Hmm. I wonder what kind of odds we could get on that one.

  • How elvis presley messed up his life: I think Warren Zevon summed it up pretty well.

  • introverts buffy: Giles qualifies. Tara, definitely. And Jonathan. And Willow, but I don't think she's quite as much of one as the rest of them.

  • 80's cartoon quantum scientist energy robot: Ah, I sometimes miss 80's cartoons.

  • Freddy Kruger poems: And now I shall read from my newest composition: "Ode to a Psychotic Killer"...

  • pitbull spring poll pics: Does this involve looking at pictures of springing pitbulls and voting for the best ones?

  • research feline curiosity: Does it really kill cats? More investigation is clearly indicated.

  • hidden boobs under blazers with pics: Heh. I'm suddenly remembering Sam the Eagle from The Muppet Show making the shocked realization that everybody is naked under their clothes!

  • faramir boromir sneezing catch your death of cold: Alas, thermal underwear and Kleenex had yet to be invented in Middle Earth.

  • "northern exposure dvd" missing: Have you tried looking behind your entertainment center? Stuff falls back behind mine all the time.

  • "chutes and ladders" mysticism religion: I actually have a vague memory of reading somewhere that that game was originally presented as a sort of religious allegory. And if I weren't too damned lazy to google on it, I could find out if I'm right.

  • batch of fine brothas: As a hopelessly geeky and unhip white person, I'm afraid there is absolutely no comment I can make on this one that won't make me sound, um, like a hopelessly geeky and unhip white person.

  • "facts about Andromeda": Fact: for a while it had some pretty good writing. Fact: then it didn't.

  • my car is in the body shop shelley: I'm sorry. And don't call me Shelley.

  • crossover fan fiction kill bill: Because it's got a high enough body count for any two universes!

  • bull mating castrate: Not while it's actually in the process of mating, I hope. Because that would be cruel. And dangerous.

  • stairway to heaven metaphors and reactions: I strongly suspect "Stairway to Heaven" is one of those things that seems much more profound when you're stoned.
  • Wednesday, January 19, 2005

    Even I Can Navigate Better Than That!

    It's often been my experience that driving directions from websites don't necessarily take you the fastest or the easiest route, but this takes the cake! Try it. The results are amusing.

    1. Go to MSN maps and directions.
    2. In the Start section, select "Norway" from the listbox and enter "Haugesund" into the "City" field. In the End section, select "Norway" from the listbox and enter "Trondheim" into the "City" field.
    4. Click on "Get Directions."

    And be sure and pack a lunch for your trip...

    (Sent to me via e-mail by a friend -- Hi, John! -- who got it from the comp.risks newsgroup.)
    Ooh, Shiny New Discs!

    Just got a package from Amazon, featuring season 4 of Babylon 5, the extended edition of Return of the King, and Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars. Oooh, what to watch, what to watch? Hmm, do you think if I called in sick for a few days anybody would suspect...?

    Tuesday, January 18, 2005

    Healthy Living

    And my mother never believed me when I said it was better not to bother making the bed.

    Monday, January 17, 2005

    My Name Is Betty, and I Am a Doctor Who Fan...

    I must keep repeating to myself: "I don't need any of this stuff. I don't need any of this stuff..."

    Sunday, January 16, 2005

    I Got Off the Couch!

    I'm feeling quite a bit better today. Hooray! Of course, I had to spend today at work, so that's less of a hooray, but still. I honestly did do pretty much nothing yesterday that didn't involve lying on the couch. It was such a waste of a day off that I was thinking plaintively before I went to bed that I really deserved a "do-over" on it. Then I realized that (somewhat surprisingly) I am in fact off for the holiday tomorrow, so I guess I actually do get one.

    What I mostly spent yesterday on the couch doing, by the way, was watching a six-part British miniseries from the 80's called Edge of Darkness, which was recommended to me rather highly by a couple of overseas friends. Good show, even if the science and politics, in my opinion, get a bit dodgy at the end. Lots of great twists and turns in the plot, good acting... A little slow-moving by American standards -- I'm sure Hollywood would have told the story in half with time with three times as much sex and at least four or five explosions -- but I find the low-key British method of storytelling kind of refreshing once in a while. It also strongly reminded me of the other thing I love about British television: it features normal-looking people. I don't know if it's mainly attributable to a lesser cultural obsession with youth and beauty than the US has, or if it's just that they have a smaller pool of actors, but the people on British TV look like people, the kind I might pass on the street in my ordinary far-from-Southern-California life. The world that US TV characters inhabit, by contrast, is one where humanity appears to have been genetically engineered into a race of models, with a few moderately unattractive people kept around as comic relief. Really, I'm occasionally amazed that I can suspend my disbelief enough to watch US TV at all.

    Saturday, January 15, 2005


    I slept for eleven hours last night, and woke up still feeling tired. Aside from a bit of an itchy nose, I don't feel sick, exactly, but I sure don't feel well. Therefore, I hereby declare this Lie on the Couch in My Pajamas and Watch DVDs Day.

    Friday, January 14, 2005

    Or Maybe I'm Just Getting Old

    Man, I am suddenly totally exhausted. I have no idea why. I got enough sleep last night, and I haven't even done all that much today. But I feel like just curling up into a little ball and taking a nap. And I've still got another three and a half hours to work, plus the walk home. Sigh.

    I really hope I'm not coming down with something. Well, OK, a tiny part of my brain is almost hoping I am, because I'd be rather glad of an excuse to just lie in bed for a few days and read. But every time I find myself thinking that, I end up regretting it. Besides, tomorrow's my day off...
    Acting My Age (or Not)

    You Are 21 Years Old


    Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

    13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

    20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

    30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

    40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

    Actually, I think of myself as about 25 at heart. It seems profoundly wrong and unfair that my body didn't stop there. Of course, when I was 25, I don't think I felt more than 18, so I guess it's a never-ending cycle, really.
    Space News

    Apparently the Huygens probe is safely on Titan and transmitting happily. "The probe's landing is the farthest touchdown for any human-built object to... land on another world." says Very cool!

    We're doing some tracking of the probe with the VLBA antennas, as it happens. Some very excited-looking people were starting to arrive last night just as I got off work. (They even brought the array operators t-shirts. I'm attempting not to be jealous.) The data's going to be correlated in Europe, though, so I don't really have anything to do with it, other than having run a few tests. But, hey, I can cheer it on, I guess. Go, Huygens!

    Thursday, January 13, 2005

    Search Request Thursday

    On an actual Thursday, even! Will wonders never cease?

  • buffy ubervamp fanfic: Yeah, poor ubervamp. I bet he hardly gets any stories at all.

  • playboy 5 dealy video: Does "dealy" have some off-color meaning of which I am unaware?

  • Mental effects of the Anime Addiction of Teenage: Warning: anime addiction may cause your teenagers to dye their hair strange colors or to spontaneously start speaking Japanese.

  • stories about slouch socks: Once upon a time, there was a brave little sock...

  • aeryn cunt: Hey! Don't you call Aeryn names like that! (And when did I ever actually use that word?)

  • wav sound effects nestle crunch: Is a Nestle crunch sound noticeably different from other crunching sounds?

  • PICTURES OF YOUR FRIKEN RESPIRATORY SYSTEM: I'm sure there's an x-ray of mine on file somewhere...

  • blakes lotaburger recipes: Dude, they don't have recipes. Or they didn't when I worked there. It was pretty much: shake some seasoning onto the beef patty (if you remember), slap it on the grill, and turn it when you think it's about done on that side.

  • best bad guys westerns: Because bad is good, baby!

  • futurama nearly naked: Why not entirely naked?

  • ragan blog: Hello! You've found it!

  • morticia "PLAYING CARD": She's gotta be one of the black queens...

  • the occult symbology of lemony snicket: I thought he just used, like, condiment symbology?

  • Robert A Heinlein i-robot download: Er, that's Asimov. Although I, Robot as written by Heinlein could have been... interesting.

  • towel quotes douglas adams: Hey, as long as you know where your towel's at, you don't need to remember any quotes.

  • urrrggh: Yeah, I hear ya.

  • Dr. Moreau hentai Dot: I am now having visions of a pornographic manga H.G. Wells/Animaniacs crossover, and oh my god, my brain just exploded.

  • maximum security bondage belt: Yeah, you don't want to go taking any chances with your bondage belts.

  • meyers-briggs t-shirt: So, which personality type is most likely to wear one of those?

  • fucitol pill: That's a real chemical compound. Honestly. It is.

  • porn with blood tampon and kotex: It's the fact that they have a specific brand in mind that really disturbs me.

  • pictures of men eating hard ones: Hard whats?, she asked innocently.

  • "machiavellian stuff": It is better to be feared than to be loved, and better to be googled than either.

  • free squirtting 101: Hopefully the first thing they teach you is how to spell it.

  • stovokor metal: Is that what Klingon coffins are made from?

  • pictures women parse in blue jeans: Yes, scientific studies have shown that women parse pictures 13 and a half percent better when they're wearing blue jeans.

  • vila avon rape: Things just keep getting worse and worse for those poor guys.

  • cooking instructions for Philly Cheesesteak: If you're cooking it at home, it ain't a real Philly Cheesesteak.

  • Gentlemen's Club in Barstow, CA: I think the locals drive to Vegas for that kind of thing.

  • Remedial Cooking

    Should I be proud or ashamed of the fact that I've just now figured out how to halve a recipe that calls for one egg?
    DVD Update

    Having finally finished the Angel discs, I decided to take a short break from my usual habit of inhaling entire year's worth of TV shows as rapidly as possible and interpose a movie or two instead. So a couple of days ago I watched Bubba Ho-Tep, which I recently picked up somewhere pretty cheap, and I've now finished watching most of the extras that came with it, as well. I saw this movie in the theater when it came out -- somewhat surprisingly, it did come to Albuquerque -- but I'm rather glad I sprang for the DVD, as I think I liked it even better on second viewing. Possibly just because the first time I spent a considerable chunk of the movie trying to figure out exactly what the heck it was I was watching, and the second time I was able to just relax and enjoy it for what it was right from the beginning. I can totally see why they had funding and distribution problems with it, though. Writer/director Don Coscarelli describes it as a "redemptive Elvis mummy picture," and, well, how on Earth do you market that? It isn't comedy, it isn't drama, it isn't horror... It's a little bit of each, blended together. And it's set in a rest home, for crying out loud, which is hardly going to pack in the oh-so-desirable teens and twentysomethings. Alas. But I do definitely recommend it if you're looking for something a bit... different. Even if you're not a Bruce Campbell fan, or, for that matter, an Elvis fan.

    The disc's nice, too. It's got several good little "making of" featurettes, and the commentary track with Campbell and Coscarelli is quite good: they talk pretty much continually about interesting and relevant things, a talent not everybody who sets out to make a commentary track has apparently mastered. I do have to say, though, that the extra commentary with Campbell in-character as Elvis, while it sounds like a cute idea, gets old really, really fast.

    Hmm. Now I have to decide what to watch next...

    Wednesday, January 12, 2005

    Oh, Look, It's Another One Of These Meyers-Briggs Test Things.

    Jung Explorer Test
    Actualized type: INFJ
    (who you are)
    INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population.
    Preferred type: INTJ
    (who you prefer to be)
    INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.
    Attraction type: INTP
    (who you are attracted to)
    INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

    Take Jung Explorer Test
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    These personality test thingies can be fun to play around with, but I ought to mention that I'm actually pretty leery about taking them too seriously. That having been said... I pretty much always seem to come out on the T/F border on these things, and I remember thinking, the very first time I ever took one, that the F/T-related qutestions were the hardest to answer, because there was a definite disjoint between my most natural behavior and the kind of behavior I strive for. In other words, that I was a natural F who'd spent pretty much her whole life trying very hard (and perhaps not without success) to be a T. So, y'know, that actually does fit my self-perception. Although whether I'm a J or a P has always seemed to me to depend greatly on what area of my life we're talking about. (Like I said, these classifications make me a little leery, and the fact that they gloss over stuff like that is a big part of the reason why.)

    And, oh, yeah, I'm attracted to geeks. Big surprise, there.
    Love Me and Despair, Suckers!



    If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Galadriel, Elf, Queen of Lothlorien, wife of Celeborn and grandmother of Arwen.

    In the movie, I am played by Cate Blanchett.

    Who would you be?
    Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test with Perseus Web Survey Software

    If I May Be Permitted a Small Work-Related Rant...

    "These new disk units will be great!" they told me. "They'll certainly make your job simpler. Why the playback should be so flawless there'll be essentially nothing to do!"

    Yeah, right.

    *kicks stupid disk unit in its digital nuts*

    There. That made me feel a little better.

    Tuesday, January 11, 2005

    Drive-By Blogging

    Don't have much of anything to say today, but I thought I'd pop in and bug you anyway.

    Monday, January 10, 2005

    Does This Mean Winter Is Over?

    Wow, it's beautiful outside. That's it. Foot problems or no foot problems, I'm walking in to work today.

    Sunday, January 09, 2005

    Time for This Again!

    Current clothes: Gray sweats. A black t-shirt that says, "I'm blogging this." (Hey, truth in advertising!) White socks. No shoes.

    Current mood: Pretty good. A little distractible.

    Current music: I've been doing that random shuffle thing on the mp3 player again. Let's see, most recently listened to songs, according to the current playlist: "Someday" by Over the Rhine, "Sulk" by Radiohead, "Gone" by U2, "Hail to Thee Camp Krusty" from The Simpsons' Yellow Album, something called "Fugue for Thought" by Bill McGuffie, "Pencil Neck Geek"by Freddie Blassie, The London Philharmonic version of Pink Floyd's "Breathe," and "I, Robot" by the Alan Parsons Project. Have I mentioned lately how much I love my mp3 player?

    Current annoyance: I'd just gotten out of the shower a little while ago when there was a knock on my door, so I threw my jammies back onto my still-wet body and ran to answer it. It turned out to be some guy trying to sell me Dish Network. Now my nice comfy jammies are all damp. Also, I seem to have cut my ankle while I was shaving. That'll teach me to cave in to the dictates of modern female beauty standards.

    Current thing: Making multiple commitments to things at once, apparently.

    Current desktop picture: Still the same colliding galaxies as last month. Hmm, it's probably time I changed it.

    Current song in head: Well, now it's "Breathe," 'cause I was just thinking about it. For most of yesterday it was "I'll Stand By You" by the Pretenders.

    Current book: Freedom & Necessity by Steven Brust and Emma Bull. Interesting, but kind of slow. I'm rather glad I didn't get around to reading it on the plane, actually. It's not really a reading-on-the-plane kind of book.

    Current video in player: I'm still copying Farscape episodes. I'm a good portion of the way through season 3 now. Hopefully it shouldn't be too much longer. I'd really like to get the tapes finished and mailed off. I just keep getting sidetracked.

    Current DVD in player: The last disc of Angel season 4. I've finished all the episodes now, but I've still got a couple of the extras to watch.

    Current refreshment: Nothing at the moment. Most recently, my usual morning coffee.

    Current worry: After showing much improvement, my plantar fasciitis is now back and bothering me again (possibly because, once it started to get better, I stopped exercising and icing the foot), and now I'm starting to think I really am gonna need to go and get a shot for it. And, man, I hate needles.

    Current thought: I can't quite decide whether I want to go read for a bit now, or watch the rest of those Angel extras. Ah, decisions, decisions...

    Saturday, January 08, 2005

    I've Come a Long Way, Baby.

    Here's an interesting meme I found somewhere:
    1. Go To
    2. Click on Directions
    3. Enter your current address and the address of your childhood home (or at least the town if you don't remember the exact address).
    4. Put the time and distance in a post like this.
    5. Repost the instructions to the meme in your own blog.

    The first place I really remember living was a house in Merchantville, New Jersey, which we moved into when I was five. We moved again when I was about ten, but I lived in the same general location, at least, until I first came out here for college at the age of eighteen.

    So, my childhood home in Merchantville, NJ to my current one in Socorro, NM, according to Mapquest:

    Total Est. Time: 30 hours, 55 minutes
    Total Est. Distance: 2013.59 miles

    So you can go home again, but in my case, it'd take a while to get there.

    Friday, January 07, 2005

    Search Request... Someday

    Hey, I always get to it eventually. Here's the latest batch:

  • artemis fowl bondage fanfiction: You know, there are really some places even my brain doesn't want to go.

  • campbell's chicken noodle soup desktop wallpaper: Because clearly we just don't get enough advertisements in our lives.

  • castrate balls vital point smash: Ouch!

  • blake's 7 "weird al" trigger happy: Hey, I have vague memories of seeing a music video somebody did for that. Pretty funny, as I recall. Dunno if it's available on the web anywhere, though.

  • "computer of the year 2004": So, who won?

  • "the year you were born" film era life:This caused me to sort of wonder what the films that came out in the year I was born might be supposed to say about my era and my life. So I popped over to IMDB to see if I could find a list of such movies, but they don't seem to have an easy way to search by release date. So perhaps I'll never know. Being, y'know, far too lazy to try looking it up anywhere else.

  • "deep space 9" "dvd cover": Alas, I have not seen the DS9 DVD covers. Despite it having been on my wish list for ages, nobody's seen fit yet to gift me with a set. *sniff* You'd think I wasn't worth a measly $700.

  • what is the meaning of stepdad: "Stepdad" is a colloquial, usually affectionate term for the husband of of one's mother, when said husband is not one's father. This definition has been brought to you by the Maximum Verbosity Dictionary Service. Thank you.

  • miniskirt in the bus mpg: I wonder if anybody was wearing it, or if it was just sitting there in the bus all by itself?

  • maximum speculations on pulling cat 5 cable: My cats pull on cables all the time. It's especially annoying when they unplug the VCR on me.

  • psychological profiles of winnie the pooh characters: Well, Eeyore's clearly depressive, and I think Tigger has Attention Deficit Disorder...

  • maximum cleavage empire dress: I was going to say that I wondered how much cleavage was "maximum" cleavage. Then I realized I'd pretty much seen the definition of that on Farscape. And Grayza's big into the whole empire thing, too.

  • All kinds of socks have vanished - plain white socks, multi colored socks, blac: It cuts off there, but I greatly fear that, were I able to see the rest of it, I would learn the horrible truth that black socks, solid-colored socks, even socks with pictures of cartoon characters on them had vanished as well. Can nothing be done? Save the socks!

  • "hard to manipulate" "personality traits": Well, if they're easy to manipulate, do they really count as personality traits? Or just, I dunno... moods?

  • grannys never too old for tricks: Ah, it's good to see elderly people who are still able to enjoy themselves on April Fool's Day.

  • neurotic pride immaturity: Neurotic Pride? Is that like Gay Pride, or Geek Pride?

  • this is the maximum number of words that you can possibly have in this insufficient box so there: I was #1 for this search on Google! Why on earth does that strike me as Really Cool?

  • paroos poetry: I don't even know what a "paroos" is, let alone have any idea why I'd be talking about one.

  • toons mating: I'm imagining an animated nature documentary now, with a voiceover by Marty Stouffer. "The majestic cartoon skunk prepares to approach a receptive female. She responds readily to his amorous demeanor and his carefully polished French accent, but, alas, the wind direction does not remain in his favor, and a desolate Pepe Le Pew will not complete the mating dance tonight..."

  • unusual finding with the star arcturus in 2002: Clearly I haven't been keeping up on the astronomical news as much as I should, because if anything interesting happened to Arcturus in 2002, I missed it.

  • Hand linguistics -Extroverts and Introvert's: I imagine extroverts are more likely to talk with their hands...

  • Yes, But I'm a Geek Loner.

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    Actually, I answered that with the responses I probably would have given when I was in high school. Fortunately, those days are long past me now, and I'm much less dysfunctional. I'm still a geeky loner, mind. But I've become comfortable with it.

    Thursday, January 06, 2005

    Updated Randomosity

    Picking up (sort of) where the last post left off:

  • Well, I now have a new microwave! I had originally ordered one online, but when I realized they were telling me it wasn't going to be here until the freakin' middle of March, I cancelled the order. Hey, I can go without a microwave for a week or three, feeling all noble and proud of myself for my ability to survive without modern technological conveniences, but two months is a bit much to ask. Unfortunately, living as I do in the ass-end of nowhere, actually going out any buying something as simple as a microwave oven can be anything but simple. I first went to the hardware store/appliance store where I got my refrigerator. They had one microwave. I don't mean one style, I mean one unit. It was smaller and less powerful than my dead one and, inexplicably, they wanted about four times as much for it. Yeah. Thanks but no thanks. I next tried the crappy local excuse for a department store, which also had one whole item in stock. It wasn't exactly pretty, and they were charging about ten or twenty bucks more than I think it was probably worth, but I've never been hung up on aesthetics, and it would have cost me nearly that much in gas just to go somewhere with an actual selection. (And people wonder why so many folks in this town welcome the heralded Coming of Wal-Mart.) Anyway, so, yeah, I have a microwave. It works. I'm not thrilled with the controls, but I imagine I'll get used to them. And it is rather more powerful than my old one, which is nice, though that's also going to take some getting used to. My long-delayed fried chicken, I'm sad to say, ended up rather over-cooked.

  • Hey, Andy Hallet got series regular billing in the very next episode I watched! I don't know why that makes me feel like I've accomplished something. I mean, it's not like my fangirly complaints flew backward in time and influenced the producers of the show. But, still, it makes me happy. I like Lorne. He's such a sweetie-pie. And, speaking of Angel (which we were, in case you got lost somewhere), I'm three episodes from the end of the season now, and still very much enjoying the ride. I'll tell ya, the on-screen evidence of what you'd get if you mated the Happiness Patrol with the Borg is simultaneously one of the most appalling and one of the funniest things I've seen in a while.
  • Random Thoughts I Found Myself Thinking Yesterday:

  • My hard drive seems to be making a lot more noise lately. Sort of... clicking. I fear greatly that this is some sign of imminent hard drive collapse. On the other hand, it did seem to start happening right about the time I had my ears cleaned out, so it's quite possible it's just always been doing that and I didn't notice. Still, I took the precaution of backing up my personal data files, which I really ought to be doing, anyway.

  • How is it that "Alice's Restaurant" never gets any less funny, no matter how many times I hear it, and no matter how dated it is?

  • You never do realize the extent of this kind of thing until you're suddenly deprived, but apparently an extremely large percentage of the food I eat on an average day sees the inside of a microwave at some point or another. I find this fact mildly depressing, somehow, but, while it should motivate me to do more Real Cooking, it probably won't.

  • Why does Andy Hallet still only have guest star billing on Angel by season 4?
  • Wednesday, January 05, 2005

    I Am So Looking Forward to This Movie

    Here's an interesting interview with Joss Whedon on the upcoming Firefly movie. An excerpt, illustrating just why I like this guy so darned much:

    Q: How will you react if you’re one of the films that disappoints?

    Joss: Then, I will crawl into a fetal position and stay there for a good month or so. I am one of those fans. That, I believe, if I've had success has been the key to it. Because I think the way they do. And I’m doing everything in my power to make sure that the funny parts are funny, the scary parts are scary and the exciting parts are exciting and it all gels and becomes something greater than the sum of its parts. We could fail. I’m not going to come out and say, "I've reinvented film. Citizen Kane? Bah. This is a real film." I’m just trying to make a good movie that actually means something and that is entertaining enough for people not to realize that. I’m perfectly well aware that I can fail. Every time I go into the editing room and look at the footage, I go, "Oh, look at that failure. Cover it up, will you? Cut to something that’s less fail-y." How will I react? I'll be devastated, but I believe, as I always have, that if I respond to what’s there, others will too.

    They really, really, shouldn't ask him the science questions, though.

    Monday, January 03, 2005

    The Old Grind

    Well, here I am. Back at work after two nice, long weeks off.

    I hadn't originally intended to take two weeks off, just a few days before and after my trip (which was really little more than a long weekend). But then I realized that doing that would require me to switch onto midnight shift for a couple of days, switch off of it again for my vacation, then switch back on for another half-week. Which really didn't appeal, so ultimately I just said, "Screw it, I've got lots of vacation time coming, I'll take the whole two weeks off."

    Of course, I had great plans for the portion of that time off I didn't spend travelling. Well, OK, not great plans, exactly. More like a vague, "Hey, it'll be great! I can get lots of cool stuff done!" kind of plan. Which, uh, mostly didn't happen, in part due to a sudden attack of lazy-itis, I think. Sadly, my biggest "accomplishment" was watching through about half of Angel season 4. (Which, by the way, I'm quite liking. Good solid story-arc, a nice interplay between the big-picture plot stuff and the individual characters' smaller personal problems, and lots and lots of interesting twists and turns. And, unlike the third season (which did manage all that stuff eventually, but nearly lost me long before it did), season 4 starts out strong right from the beginning. I'm just seriously hoping that when they do get around to putting the plot elements into place that will explain everything, it's not going to end up being disappointingly anticlimactic. And, no, do not tell me whether it is or not! Thanks.)

    Um, yeah, where was I? Oh, work. Right. Yep, I'm back at work. Back to random mechanical failures. Back to 1400 pieces of spam in my inbox. Yippee.

    Honestly, it's not that I don't like my job. My job's OK. It's just that I don't like working.

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    Sunday, January 02, 2005

    And What's the Stupidest Thing You've Done Today?

    I was cleaning out my pantry a little while ago, and I found some cans of tuna. Possibly very, very, very old cans of tuna.

    So, I stood there for a moment, holding a dusty can of tuna in my hand like Hamlet contemplating Yorick's skull, then proceeded to have a little conversation that went something like this:

    Me: Eww! This tuna is ancient. I think I'm afraid of it. Right, we're throwing this away.

    Voice in my head: But it's in a can. Isn't canned food supposed to be good, like, forever? Isn't that what we're supposed to be eating after the apocalypse?

    Me: I don't care. It's fish. The newest can is probably at least a year old. I'm not eating it.

    Happiness-kitty: Oooh! I recognize that can! It's tuna! You've got tuna! Oooh, tuna, tuna, tuna! Can I have some? Please? Pleeeeeese?

    Me: Hmm. Is it morally wrong to give food to my cats that I'd be afraid to eat myself? It is, isn't it? It's wrong.

    Voice in my head: You give them cat food, and you wouldn't eat that.

    Me: Good point. In a dubious-logic kind of way.

    Kitty: Pleeeeeeease!

    So, OK, I gave them tuna. Hey, it smelled all right. Or, at least, it smelled like tuna.

    Several minutes later, I made three interesting discoveries: 1) A cat's stomach can hold a truly remarkable amount of tuna. 2) Vomited-up tuna is possibly the most vile substance on the face of the Earth. 3) It is, in fact, wrong to give your cats food you'd be afraid to eat yourself, for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with morality.

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    Saturday, January 01, 2005

    That Sounds Pretty Accurate, Actually.

    The white trash in my blood will not keep me from becoming a doctor or a lawyer, but it will keep me from a good haircut and any sort of fashion sense.
    Read Any Good Books Lately?

    I've been looking over that recently-posted list of books I read last year, and I thought I might talk a little about which of them really stood out. As it happens, I read quite a few extremely good books in 2004, and the "honorable mention" list, were I to make one, would be pretty long. But picking out the best of the best is actually pretty easy. So here ya go.

    The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman: The author recounts his father's experiences in occupied Poland and in a German prison camp in WW2, and reflects on his own strained relationship with the man decades later. One of the most painful things I have ever read, but it's the kind of pain that's good to experience once in a while, I think, because we need to remember just what kind of horrors our species is capable of. Oh, and, yes, it's a cartoon. With mice. Somehow, this works.

    I, Claudius by Robert Graves: An "autobiographical" account of the life of the Emperor Claudius, from his boyhood to his assumption of the rulership of Rome. My knowledge of Roman history isn't good enough to say how factually accurate it is, but all the details ring true, and it certainly seems like the author's done his homework quite exhaustively. So much so, in fact, that, as a novel, it shouldn't work. It's mostly long, long, long passages of, well, history. Not much dialog, not much plot in a conventional sense. But the history itself is so fascinating (murder! intrigue! scandal! sex!), and Graves' Claudius is so likeable and possessed of such a wonderful dry wit, that the end result is an utterly compelling read. (The sequel, Claudius the God, is also very much worth reading, but I found the first one decidedly superior.)

    The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger: Protagonist Henry De Tamble has an odd affliction: at uncontrollable intervals, he disappears from the present and reappears at random points in his own past or future. Which maybe sounds silly, but not to fear; this is a classic example of a book that asks you to accept one impossible premise and then works out the consequences of it in ways that are absolutely believable. Not only that, but every single thing it does, it does perfectly. The characters are living, breathing, real people. The out-of-sequence plot unfolds at exactly the right pace, drawing you inevitably to a conclusion that has an incredible emotional impact. It's billed, by the way, as a love story, which it very much is, but it's not a sappy or manipulative love story, and it's definitely not your cookie-cutter romance. I read it practically in one sitting (a rarity for me these days). It made me cry.

    The Earthsea trilogy (A Wizard of Earthsea, The Tombs of Atuan, and The Farthest Shore) by Ursula K. LeGuin: What really impresses me about these books is that they work on absolutely every level. The prose is beautiful. The fantasy world-building is highly original and very well thought out. The stories are richly symbolic in a way that makes them feel as if they've been pulled directly out of the human collective unconscious, and yet they're simultaneously cracking good stories about very real-seeming human beings. Fantasy does not get better than this.

    Life with Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse: I am frequently in the habit of walking down the street while reading a book, which often gets me some pretty strange looks. Well, I happened to be reading this during a period when I was doing a lot of walking because I didn't have a car, and I can only imagine what I must have looked like strolling down the street reading this and laughing my fool head off. But I couldn't stop doing it. And, well, that's Wodehouse, and I don't know what more to say, except, "Must read more Wodehouse!"

    Oh, and, while I'm at it, the booby prize for Worst Book of the Year goes to Obsidian Fate by Diana G. Gallagher, an especially crappy Buffy novel, about which my main memory is thinking that, if the world were going to end, my greatest regret would be that I'd wasted the last week reading that piece of tripe. Oh, and it also spawned a rant about things that annoy me in TV tie-in books. So at least I got something out of it, I guess.

    First Household Failure of the New Year

    God damn it, my microwave just died! And I was in the middle of cooking chicken!

    The Traditional Year-End Books List

    Well, for the last couple of years on January 1st I've posted a list of the books I read in the previous year, and as far as I'm concerned that's enough to count as a tradition, so I figured I'd do it again.

    I seem to have been remarkably consistent over the past few years: the total was 94 in 2002, 94 in 2003, and 93 in 2004.

    I am pleased to announce that my book-quota system actually has worked: I do have fewer books on my To-Read Pile now than I did at the start of 2004. Yay! Of course, the difference is a whole whopping 18 books, but, still, it's progress. Actually, it would have been a heck of a lot more than that if my mother hadn't shown up in October with a box full of about 30 books she'd decided she didn't want any more and thought I might like. I mean, come on, quota or no quota, how could I say no to that? I'm not made of stone!

    Anyway, here's the list:

    Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett
    Obsidian Fate by Diana G. Gallagher
    The Book on the Bookshelf by Henry Petroski
    The Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket
    The Persistance of Vision by John Varley
    The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
    The Onion Ad Nauseam edited by Robert Seigel
    The Annotated Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum (annotated by Michael Patrick Hearn)
    The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman
    Bones of the Moon by Jonathan Carroll
    The Shockwave Rider by John Brunner
    Pole to Pole by Michael Palin
    The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Vol. II by Alan Moore
    The Austere Academy by Lemony Snicket
    Alpha & Omega by Charles Seife
    Doctor Who and the Underworld by Terrance Dicks
    Fluke by Christopher Moore
    Faking It by William Alan Miller
    The Second Summoning by Tanya Huff
    I, Claudius by Robert Graves
    Starfarers by Poul Anderson
    The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes by Adrian Conan Doyle & John Dickson Carr
    Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury
    The Ersatz Elevator by Lemony Snicket
    The Ancestor Cell by Peter Anghelides & Stephen Cole
    Blue Latitudes by Tony Horwitz
    Coraline by Neil Gaiman
    Cowboy Feng's Space Bar and Grille by Steven Brust
    The Iliad by Homer (translated by Robert Fagels)
    The Vile Village by Lemony Snicket
    The Future of Spacetime by Stephen W. Hawking, Kip S. Thorne, Igor Novikov, Timothy Ferris & Alan Lightman
    Dense Macabre by Stephen King
    The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
    A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett
    Eats, Shoots & Leaves by Lynne Truss
    The Burning by Justin Richards
    The Hostile Hospital by Lemony Snicket
    Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil by John Berendt
    Transmetropolitan: One More Time by Warren Ellis
    The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
    Bible Stories for Adults by James Morrow
    Farscape: The Illustrated Season 4 Companion by Paul Simpson
    Standard Candles by Jack McDevitt
    The Lost Slayer, Part One: Prophecies by Christopher Golden
    The Lost Slayer, Part Two: Dark Times by Christopher Golden
    The Lost Slayer, Part Three: King of the Dead by Christopher Golden
    Science Says edited by Rob Kaplan
    The Lost Slayer, Part Four: Original Sins by Christopher Golden
    Zod Wallop by William Browning Spencer
    Catch Me If You Can by Frank W. Abagnale
    For Us, the Living by Robert Heinlein
    The Carnivorous Carnival by Lemony Snicket
    Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris
    Sirius by Olaf Stapledon
    Language Visible by David Sacks
    Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
    A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. LeGuin
    Alaska Bound by Michael Dixon
    The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. LeGuin
    The Man in the Rubber Mask by Robert Llewellyn
    The Farthest Shore by Ursula K. LeGuin
    Why Do People Hate America? by Ziauddin Sardar & Merryl Wyn Davies
    The Slippery Slope by Lemony Snicket
    White as Snow by Tanith Lee
    Flight by Chris Kraft
    Idoru by William Gibson
    War in Heaven by Charles Wiliams
    Kiss Kiss/Switch Bitch/My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl
    Mixed Magics by Diana Wynne Jones
    Last Man Running by Chris Boucher
    What Einstein Didn't Know by Robert L. Wolke
    Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom by Cory Doctorow
    Life with Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse
    The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
    The Radioactive Boy Scout by Ken Silverstein
    James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
    Players at the Game of People by John Brunner
    God's Debris by Scott Adams
    How to Be a Villain by Neil Zawacki
    Dead in Dixie by Charlaine Harris
    Spoken Here by Mark Abley
    Prophecy and Change edited by Marco Palmierei
    The Grim Grotto by Lemony Snicket
    Mythago Wood by Robert Holdstock
    Warrior Lovers by Catherine Salmon & Donald Symonds
    Doctor Who -- Planet of Fire by Peter Grimwade
    Voodoo Science by Robert Park
    I Sing the Body Electric! by Ray Bradbury
    Your Favorite Seuss by Dr. Seuss
    The Blank Slate by Steven Pinker
    The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore
    Claudius the God by Robert Graves
    Dancing Barefoot by Wil Wheaton