Monthly Archive for February, 2003

A jungle in my apartment

If you haven’t seen it yet, you should check out my vivarium page. It won’t be there long, as I’m just going to move pictures of the finished product to a photo gallery. But if you’re interested in seeing how I built this guy’s home… check it out.

A green anole chillin’ in the pothos.

Bogus polls show it’s all in how you ask the question

I was watching CNN just a few minutes ago when they cited a Newsweek poll claiming "that 70% of Americans now support the use of military force against Saddam Hussein and his military."

If you jump to MSNBC, which also does a fine job with this data, you’ll read that "Americans remain reluctant to back a unilateral attack, however, with 59% saying they would not support a non-UN-sanctioned, US-only attack."

To me it seems like the two questions, asked during the same poll, negate one another.
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Man-Spider

Tonight I watched "Disc 2" of the Spider-Man Widescreen Edition DVD(s). It was cool. Spider-Man kicks ass.

Then later, I saw a spider.

Knowing what happened to Peter Parker when bitten by a spider, I wondered what would happen to a spider bitten by a human being. So… I started a great experiment. I bit the spider.

Tomorrow I expect to find the Man-Spider sitting in my recliner, wearing my bathrobe, scratching himself between sips of his bitter cup of coffee, smoking a cigarrette watching Saturday morning cartoons, and bitching at my dog during commercials.

The Truth Revealed

In case you missed tonight’s airing of 20/20, dedicated to a documentary on the life of self-proclaimed ‘King of Pop’ Michael Jackson. here’s a tidbit you’ll find interesting. In the interview, Jackson revealed that in January of 1984, while filiming a commercial for Pepsi, the artist who performed as a little boy with his brothers and later released the album Thriller, was actually killed when his hair caught fire.

Jackson’s producers, knowing they had a goldmine in the Jackson name and image, wouldn’t let him die so easily. That’s when they enlisted the closest Jackon look-a-like they could find… from the planet Tuchmiselth.
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Happy Birthday to me…

First, no, it’s not really my birthday.

Second, don’t ever try wrapping scotch tape so tight around your foot and ankle so as to cut off circulation to see just what color your foot turns. Don’t ask. Just trust me.

Third, see fifth.

Fourth, see third.

Fifth, see fourth, unless you’ve grown tired of this already.

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It sounds good to me…

I was watching True Life on MTV the other day when something occurred to me. Back in the day, MTV used to play music videos. Today it seems that a relatively small percentage of MTV (and VH1) programming includes music videos. Are music videos dying?

Just then there was a news blurb about the RIAA and how bad internet music sharing was hurting the record industry so bad.

The more I think about it, is that such a bad thing?
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Arggghhh… it’s drivin’ me nuts…

… said the pirate when asked about the steering wheel sticking out of the crotch of his pants.

Regarding the brave crew-members of STS-107 who gave their lives in the pursuit of knowledge, I was actually watching the NASA channel Thursday night and listened to Michael Anderson and William McCool nervously describe the awe they felt when they saw their first sunrise over the wing of the Columbia. Then, Saturday morning when I finally dragged my lazy butt out of bed, made my way to the PC and checked CNN.com to find out what was up with Iraq… my heart sank when I read about the explosion.
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