Day: March 30, 2011

Wednesday? Wednesday.

There’s not a whole lot to say about today. We’re inching ever closer to the office move, with just about everything except my computer now in crates and ready to go. We’ll have a half day on Friday, since they’ve said they’re shutting the server down around noon. But that’s good, since the coffeemakers are being moved tomorrow night, and there’s snow in the weather forecast. And who wants to spend a long cold day surrounded by people who aren’t getting their regular dose of caffeine?

Wednesday various

  • A couple of weeks ago, they unveiled the new costume for NBC’s upcoming Wonder Woman series. The internet responded with the appropriate amount of disgust and horror. “I feel like my eyes are not only bleeding,” I myself wrote, “they’ve been top-coated with a carcinogenic plastic laminate.”

    Well, not to worry: NBC and producer David E. Kelley have heard our complaints and all is better now. Her boots are now red instead of blue.

  • Making Light lays out a recent timeline of Dorchester Publishing, explaining why it’s probably a good idea for writers and readers alike to stay very, very far away from them.
  • Military ranks of the British Invasion. [via]
  • “Though the efficacy of standardized testing has been hotly debated for decades, one thing has become crystal clear: It’s big business.” [via]
  • And finally, Ryan McGee on the Comedy Central Roast of Donald Trump:

    All of this proceeded banally for the first half of the show, until Sorrentino [the Situation] got up and did something that, had it been done by an Andy Kaufman, Norm MacDonald, or Zach Galifianakis, might have been called performance art. What he did was manage to stretch seven minutes of stage time into what felt like 36 hours of aural waterboarding. Trump, who was already a nearly invisible presence up until that point in the overall proceedings, receded even further as each ensuing comic opened up both barrels on The Situation, sensing blood in the water. Sorrentino’s performance will probably get the roast more publicity than anything else, but that’s part of the problem: The show clearly booked him so he’d bomb, not because he would do a good job.

    And maybe that’s fine with you, if you enjoy train wrecks that involve baby seals and orphans inside said flaming train.