Thursday, September 11, 2003

Work on Your Scrabble

Here's a website devoted to letting you improve your Scrabble skillz during online deadtime. Very nice, although I wouldn't be too surprised to see the site go dark before too long because of copyright anality.

I went through a pretty hard-core Scrabble phase about a year ago after reading Word Freak, Stefan Fatsis' extremely entertaining book on the world of high-stakes Scrabble. I killed hours at work sitting around anagramming things. The whole thing died when Rebecca complained that I'd mutated from "friendly game" into "bloodthirsty competitor" in our household Scrabble games, and I've laid off the practice ever since.

But I still think that site looks like a good time-waster.
Really, Really Big Fish

Nothing more to say... these pictures are just cool to look at.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

The Pixies Are Coming Back

Whoo! Whoo! Hot Damn! Jumpin Jesus on a pogostick, Stuart! All right! Whoo! Kick Azzszszs! Yo yo yo! And just a day after Berke Breathed announced he's coming back! Hoo-ha! Happy days are here again! Awoooooooo! Ha cha cha!

More cogent analysis may or may not be forthcoming.

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

Incredibly Stupid Things I Did as a Youth
(first in an ongoing series)

Burning a car- This was meant to be the opening scene of a gritty, post-apocalyptic camcorder movie; the idea was that we'd douse this old, abandoned car with gas and diesel fuel and ignite it with a flaming arrow (this was all done on a friend's farm, on a day when his parents had inexplicably driven to Lincoln and left us in control of the place for hours). The arrow didn't work, so we just poured a trail of gas away from the car and lit that. We were good problem-solvers.

The resulting fireball ignited several trees and caused a black mushroom cloud that was visible for miles. Being the best runner of the three of us present, I was sent to run back to the farmhouse to get rakes and shovels to put out the fire. During the entire run back, I expected to find a couple of charred corpses. Actually, the fire had almost burned itself out by the time I got back; I wasn't that great a runner.

Somehow, we managed to blame the arson on some shifty kids that lived a few farms over.

Monday, September 08, 2003

Whoa.

Here's an article (about a year old) from British newspaper The Guardian about the connections between fringe terrorist groups and classic science fiction.

My mind is particularly blown by the suggestion that the name Al-Qaeda may actually be a reference to Isaac Asimov's Foundation series.

Like I said, whoa.