100 Pounds of Dynamite

I woke up to NPR this morning reminding NC residents that we have until the 17th (I think) to register to be eligible to vote in the upcoming primary.

If you live in NC and want to check your registration status (and also your voter history) you can go to the state board of elections website and click on the my voter registration link.

New Haircut, originally uploaded by triplezero.

(OK technically its not “new”… But it still works and it was done recently

I’ve made the cut. Along with unsubscribing to a shockingly large
number of newsletters in my personal email account, I’ve canceled both
my MySpace and Friendster accounts. I’ve had them for some number of
years and they’ve lied fallow in comparison to my activity on Facebook.

I have some friends that are primarily active on MySpace or Friendster,
but maintaining updates on both of them was just really more than I
wanted to do. So we’ll see how all this works out. I’m still on
last.fm, Facebook (of course), flickr, dopplr, fireeagle, etc etc, but
the sites that were primarily a personal profile have been
consolidated. Ahhh.

Enough already. Every week is a plot twist.

Every week is something new we learn about them. I get it. We’re going to keep going on like this. Its going to do the same thing that Alias did. Build up over and over again and then have a totally lame ending.

I wanted to know what the island was. Why it was special. What the black smoke was. Whats the deal with Ben and all the Darhma people. But now, enough already.

Here is the synopsis of every future episode of LOST:
Introduce a new mystery. Don’t solve an old one. Closing credits.

OK I get it.

How about this. How about we make a really great 1 or 2 season show that doesn’t stick around past its expiration date. I’d be totally cool not knowing anything about the island if they wrapped things up in season 3 even. But lord - they’ve got them back at home now an the whole “Oceanic 6″ thing. PLEASE.

Jonah Hill plays a six year old that sounds like a Catskills comic. Brilliant.

“Sort of” is the new “like”.

Listen for it.

At the insistence of my neighbor I watched “All About Eve” tonight. Here is my review:

It was interminable.

That is all.

Something tells me that the owner of this car didn’t know what else “fluffer” means…

Sophie found out that my head is higher than my shoulder, and that my hat gives her just enough support to have a rest.