Month: August 2002

“Just repeat to yourself it’s just a show, I should really just relax…”

Wow. Apparently, the first season on “24” is already set to come out on DVD on September 17. Then season two will premiere just a little over a month later. This is very neat.

Now I’ve just got to work out whether or not I’m getting my “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” fix from the same source this year…

I’m so used to having to uncheck those automatic “Send me more information on…” boxes you get whenever you register or order something online, it’s a genuine shock when they’re already empty. I’m almost tempted to sign up for this Cambridge University Press newsletter just because they didn’t make me jump through hoops to tell them I didn’t want it.

The internet just doesn’t want to amuse me some days. Bored, I’m taking a cue from the Topics Blog and answering the question “What things do you do online on a daily basis?”

  • I visit most, if not all of the links on my weblog sidebar. Some are updated only infrequently, and most of the people I know are busier living their lives than writing about them. This is good, but it doesn’t help keep me amused. If I’m lucky, I will find a story at Boing Boing or Metafilter that will interest me for awhile.
  • I caption. The days when I don’t do this are few and far between.
  • I write something for 600 seconds. I read what everyone else has written and often wonder, why didn’t I think of that?
  • I play Alchemy. I am most definitely addicted. Recently, I’ve started playing some of the games at Orisinal (rediscovered through curious frog). They’re absolutely beautiful, but they haven’t gotten in my brain the same way Alchemy has.
  • I look a lot of things up with Google.
  • I post something pointless like this to my weblog using Blogger, do research for projects that never seem to pull together (like my zine), and generally try to find people with something more interesting to say on a given day than me.

And that’s probably the most exciting part of my day right there. Sigh.

Last night, after a farewell dinner for one of our co-workers, my boss and his wife invited everyone back to their house. I spent the next hour and a half avoiding the chance to sing karaoke along with my boss and some of his students from the lab. Maybe it was the cheesy video that accompanied each song, or maybe it was hearing my boss croon songs from “Cats” and “The Sound of Music”, but I just couldn’t get into the act. I wasn’t alone. I don’t think the microphones changed hands more than two or three times throughout the evening. I just said, no thanks, I really don’t sing.

And so what do I do the minute I get back in my car to return home? I start singing along with the radio.