December 2004

Breaks my damn heart. (via Empire o’ Dirt)

Is a damn non-stick wok. There’s enough chicken satay on the bottom of this thing to feed a small midwestern town. Anyway. My photo page is up. Proof of my life-long debauchery. I’ll be ranting about Laura Bush & Yuletide cheer tomorrow. Stay tuned. In the meantime, here’s my very late build-your-own-superhero: Perfect.

[Spoilers] Million Dollar Baby Clint Eastwood is an old, cynical man. Don’t expect this to be a happy movie. And if you walk in wanting this to be about the fighter, you’ll likely be disappointed. Swank does a great job, but this is definately about the old guys and their issues. The first 3/4 are

So, before the holiday party, Blaine took me aside in his office and closed the door, which I knew meant that we were going to talk about the restructuring of my role in the office. “You’ve heard we’re going to be getting a lot of work?” he said. “Yea,” I said. “Mosh already talked to

College, I think. In any case, we had our office Christmas luncheon today, and I ended up getting one of the lead architect’s beers because he’d gotten an extra manhatten, and then I just sort of threw my whole, “I should only have two beers cause it’s an office Xmas party” thing out the window,

CNN tells us how many calories the “average” man and woman should be consuming over the holidays. It’s so great that they’re so inclusive!: First, some basics. Health experts say women and older adults should eat about 1,600 calories a day. Children and men should add 400 calories to that, while teenage boys and very

Yea. I put off watching this movie as long as possible. When I saw they were making a remake of “The Stepford Wives” that was supposed to be funny, I thought “backlash.” But Jenn had seen it, and kept wanting my opinion on it, so I gave in. The original Stepford Wives is fucking creepy.

I left work early yesterday and milled around Borders for a crappy gift-exchange gift for our office Christmas lunch today. I find these gift-exchange Secret Santa things kinda crappy. Basically, everybody goes out and finds some really crappy junk gifts and passes them around, and you open them, smile nicely, and then promptly go home

Titled, appropriately, “Earthsea in Clorox,” or A Whitewashed Earthsea: How the Sci Fi Channel Wrecked My Books. snip: I had just seen Mr Halmi’s miniseries Dreamkeeper with its stunning Native American cast, so I said to them in a phone conversation, hey, maybe Mr Halmi will cast some of those great actors in Earthsea! —

Here’s an interview with Hilary Swank, who trained four and a half hours a day, six days a week, for three months to get into boxing shape for “Million Dollar Baby” – the latest troubled-woman-boxer-will-kick-your-ass-movie. What bugs me about these interviews of ass-kicking heroines is this need the interviewer feels to remind the audience that