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Yeah, well, is it a surprise to anyone? (Hell, is there anyone that's actually going to read this entry??)Let's face it: the writing had been on the wall (so to speak) since early this year; some sputters and spurts of inspiration kept things going for a little while, but by Spring time I think it was self-evident that the drive that kept this blog going just wasn't with me anymore. For me, the

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When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the

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They came on to the stage with no fanfare. They barely spoke to the audience. But for the first time in 25 years, the "classic" Pink Floyd line-up performed, with a little help from some friends.They barely acknowledged the crowd. Hardly surprising, given that they were never exactly the most personable bands. Waters has lost his voice completely. He does this raspy whisper instead, and it's a

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OK, yeah, that "uncompromising vision" hyperbole is crap; I understand John Q Publick will recognize "the creators of The Matrix" more than they would Alan Moore, but given how much compromise this film has, it's laughable at that alone. But the image and the top text is a real beaut. All you people out there take note: my birthday's in six weeks. This poster would be one hell of a birthday gift.

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The V forum's been a little off it's game lately, but today they've started a thread that is back to their usual standards of brilliance, and snarkiness, with a mix of irreverance and intelligence. (But not hyperbole.) V: The board has started a thread that lists all the racist subtext in various movies. Just forty posts long, this already includes such gems as: In MEN IN BLACK 2 they have to

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I missed the Solstice this year.As I know I've muttered about elsewhere, my time management skills have gone to shit these last few months. So while a more orderly person would have scheduled himself properly to allow himself time to enjoy the longest day of the year, yours trully has spent the extra sunlight glued to his computer working on designs for a Bright-Matrix client.Now, I know, as my

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Needless to say, I made it back to Maple Shade. And snagged a lovely get-out-of-jail-free card from the office due to the unexpected travel revisions, which was muchly needed as I was able to actually unwind from the trip, unpack, check the mail, do some errands, and then get a gift for Caryn's birthday celebration that evening. (In friggin' Princeton. Not a bad drive, really, as it was a

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So . . . I was supposed to be home by now. My flight was supposed to leave at 5:58, land around 7:20, and, OK, maybe I'd be home in about fifteen more minutes. But still, I'd be in Jersey by now, certainly.Except the Philadelphia airport blows. And it wouldn't let its plane take off, and so after an hour of our flight being delayed (first to 6:15, then 6:30, then 6:50, then 7:20....) it was

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I'm not a Jessica Simpson fan. She's got big tits and a decent smile, but at the end of the day her image is just all too average for my taste. Plus her music sucks. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm as big a pervert as the rest of you, so when Corporate Marketing starts shoving a sex symbol down my pants, I consider it my patriotic duty to give said sex symbol a proper, objective--I'm sorry, I meant

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Today is marks the 35th wedding anniversary of my parents.How fucking cool is that? Most marriages these days don't last 35 months, and while my parents will be the first to admit the years haven't been all-bliss, they're still together and they still love each other and I'm intensely happy that they've made this milestone. If I could, I'd post some then-and-now pictures, but alas I have none,

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So, let me tell you how grand technology is. I am sitting at the desk of my hotel room in Albany, New York, in front of the laptop that my office loaned me, hooked up to the inherent via the Holiday Inn's hi speed connection. RAWK. Now, I know, as hi-tech goes, this is fairly lame stuff. If I had some wi-fi doo-dad's, I could be blogging my way via my cell phone and uploading pictures that way;

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Pink Floyd is reuniting for the July 2 Live 8 concert.PINK. FLOYD. WITH ROGER. WATERS.You don't understand--or perhaps you do, if you're a Floyd fan--but this is unprecedented. The Waters/Floyd feud is the stuff of legends. When David Gilmour was reuniting the other band members for their 1987 comeback, Waters tried sued, unsuccessfully, to prevent themfrom using the name "Pink Floyd". Whenever a

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I never bothered to change the clock on my wall when DST ended. It's an hour behind; has been for a month and a half. My VCR clock automatically changed when DST ended, and yet this evening I've discovered it's an hour ahead of the actual time. Since at least six-thirty this evening my apartment phone rings; there is no one on the other end, only a single beep that comes in regular intervals. I

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Well, it's official:">W. Mark Felt has been confirmed as the Watergate whistleblower "Deep Throat".The Washington Post as a whole section on the news. And how ironic is it that to Post's articles detailing the man who revealed secrets will not show you the articles without first registiring with the paper.

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As if having one blog wasn't rough enough, I have just created a blog to track news about the V for Vendetta movie.Since the announcement that Natalie Portman had signed on to play the female lead, I've been keeping track of various news the old-fashioned-web-way: hard-coding The Vendetta Shrine's movie news page. But in the last few weeks I've been busy with other things and just didn't have the

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Here's a helpful little tip for you:When you decide to go out for a walk/jog, do not do it first thing after waking up, without eating even a single fruit, and without drinking any water. Because after about ten, fifteen minutes, your body will not be a very happy camper.Meanwhile, any weight loss my exercising has granted me I've probably recouped in abundance this weekend. Between the Kentucky

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God dammit. . . !Something was bugging me this weekend. Nothing truly major, but just this feeling that there was something I was supposed to be noticing. I thought it was May 23, or May 24, something about those dates, but no, that wasn't it. It wasn't until I checked my blog and scanned the last few entries that it dawned on me:Last Sunday was the fifteenth anniversary of my entering Fair

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I don't know who Shannakin Sayidwalker is but I finally got around to clicking on his (her?) name and it brought me to this mondo bizarro song about the Lost character Sawyer.Figured what with tonight's finale--and the amount of drool some of my co-workers spend on him, it was worth posting.Sawyer, SawyerSawyer, Sawyer....

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So my car's in the shop. Meant to write about this yesterday, but I got lazy.Long story short: Sunday afternoon, when Aline stopped by to visit on her way to her relatives, I drove to the nearby diner. And I noticed the "check engine" light was one and when I took my foot off the case, the engine would run real low, the RPM's practically down to nothing. Needless to say I was not happy.On Monday

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Darth Vader has a blog. And it's really really really painful to read.Seriously. You people think I'm verbose? Just try to get through the first entry on the page. Go ahead. If you can make it to "I have foreseen it," enunciated Sidious crisply. then you're a better person than I or just a big ol' glutton for punishment.You want to know a secret? I actually want to see Revenge of the Sith. I'd

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The Gilmore Girls finale . . . ended about two hours ago. I just got done with it myself, post-poning my viewing so I could play Diablo II with Dave for a few hours. (There's another blog post to explain why playing Diablo II--which we euphamistically refer to as "killing things"--trumps my weekly dose of Stars Hollow happenings, but this is not it.) The bastard show trumped me . . . I saw the

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If I was still in Bloomfield living with Sean, tonight would have been a Lace night.Lace is a go-go bar in Wayne, just off Route 46. Sean and I spent many a night there when we first were rooming together, and I spent far too many nights there on my own chasing Pandora (Who I eventually became friends with--and yes, I know her real name. On the one hand, it's rather nice to think that I was

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Wouldn't ya know it? I finally get around to mentioning "Eyes" in my blog, and that I enjoy watching it, and I finally learn that the show is effectively cancelled.I knew the show was doing poorly in the ratings, and when they aired that stupid American Idle Expose last week I figured that "Eyes" would get more than whatever initial comitment the network gave (turns out it was for 13 episodes).

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I'll be very glad when this TV season is over. This is the most TV watching I've done in years.I hadn't intended this to happen. And, really, back in September and October I was barely watching anything--I had gotten into "Lost", and I was watching "Gilmore Girls" regularly, but there wasn't any other show I was devoting extended time to like I had back when "Buffy" was on, or even when I first

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from an e-mail sent earlier today, witht the subject heading "time is an asterick": Well, time may not really be an asterisk, but I always thought that's what David Byrne sings on "Once in a Lifetime' ... the problem is, apparently, the end lyrics are improvised and do not appear on the official lyrics for the song, and therefore there is a good chance I can be mishearing the entire damn lyric.*

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