February 26th, 2003


*waves goodbye*

Well, caliban is probably in the air, right now, on his way back down to Tejas Hell...that is, unless they stopped him at the airport for his rather unorthodox method of transporting his computer). Good luck, m'man, and come back soon.

Not much else happening...but then, I haven't been awake that long, what do you expect? Besides, as soon as I have full coordination back, and coat my lungs in clove smoke, I'm going back to playing 'Mafia', so not like there would be much to say anyway.

wesa: I will probably not be around Saturday afternoon...but I didn't list that as one of the times I was free anyway, did I? Man, I'm not functioning well.

dyvinedeviance: if things go like they seem to be going, I should be able to make it down that-a-way Saturday with the family. Hopefully so, 'twould be great to see you and Chris again.

'See? Shut up!' News of the Day

Five-Year Old STILL Winning Stock Pick Experiment...Beating Analyst And Astrologer

Actually, I'm not laughing so much at the fact that the random picks outperformed the analyst (which is funny, but within statistical probability), but the at the fact that the picking of stocks based on the movement of the planets also outperformed the analyst's 'expertise', and by a HUGE margin, in both cases.
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'Little Deluded Dupes' News of the Day

(*mucho thanx and a backrub to poisonous_vine*)
Below the Beltway

By Gene Weingarte
Sunday February 16, 2003; Page W03

I am on the phone with Robert Burrows, author of the recently published political novel Great American Parade. This book has sold only 400 copies nationwide, and Burrows seems flabbergasted to be hearing from me. The most prestigious newspaper to have shown any interest so far is the Daily Student at Indiana University.

I tell Burrows that if he is willing to submit to an interview, I am willing to review his book at length in The Washington Post. The only catch, I said, is that I am going to say that it is, in my professional judgment, the worst novel ever published in the English language.


"My review will reach 2 million people," I said.

"Okay," he said.

I have said this before, and I'll say it again. I really love my job.

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