I'm officially glad I'm not driving to Eugene today. Portland's colder now than last night, and likely to get still colder, and outside my window just now was what sounded like the start of freezing rain. None of the pretty parts of snowy weather have reached me yet.
The farthest I'm likely to go today is a corner market three blocks from my place, for the Sunday paper. Good thing I like my place.
Okay, time to get offline and turn off the computer and use less power.
NFL on CBS Announcer just now: "This is a record crowd in Baltimore's stadium, and they're all waving their arms."
Me just moments later: "Are there any paralyzed fans? Hmm? Didja think of that?"
...Amazingly, I'm still single.
Saw a few minutes of kablooey (plus asplodey!) in Independence Day just now. Watched from when the President reaches Air Force One to when Vivica A. Fox's dog proves to be fireproof.
Rolled my eyes at some TV censor blurring out a corporate logo on a downtown L.A. building (behind the people atop the about-to-be-asploded skyscraper when the police in helicopters are telling them to leave the roof).
Yes, this somehow was an issue...or at least someone thought it was, or thought it could be, or or or...
(Anyone who knows me knows I'd be a lousy censor. Thoughts like these are maddening to me.)
Let whoever did that never be allowed to touch Blade Runner. Or Minority Report, for that matter, where the overload of corporate logos was a deliberate design choice to show how we're already overrun with logos and ads (plus the sponsorships paid for more of the film than you'd expect).
...no, I didn't write this entry just to indulge my desire to write "asplodey."
Think that little snake is some crewmember's pet?
I swear that I've kept seeing it. Cute little thing, I'll admit...