i finally found a song better than ghost house

Holy fuck, the images from the refurbished Hubble are gorgeous.

Look at that shit! Space is fucking beautiful.

FINALLY

So they're canceling Reading Rainbow I guess. :(

CHALLENGE THE ROCK

the greatest song IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD

i swear

no really


oh god it's so horrible

On the last season of DS9, now. What do I do with myself when I run out of episodes? D:

ooioo rules


yeah remember when this journal was all random youtubes

welcome back to those halcyon days i guess

petition to rename new england "THE OWN ZONE"

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/07/us/07marriage.html?hp

once we take care of rhode island we will have succeeded in gaying up the entire region!

so take that, california

The internet, collectively, seems more satisfied than enraged by Battlestar Galactica's conclusion.

I guess I'll start watching it once I've made my way through Deep Space: Nine.

(DS9 owns by the way-- I never thought I'd enjoy a Star Trek series so much, having been raised on a solid diet of Jedi and bounty hunters, but there you go.)

I'm in Boston now. Arriving in Boston was quite dramatic. I think certain cities look their best at different times of day. Tokyo looks best at night, when the darkness transforms all of those clunky postwar high-rises into an ocean of lights. New York in the morning, when the rising sun shines through the canyons of the street grid. Boston's time is the sunset. Since Boston's streets are all twisty and windy, each and every building catches the sunlight from a different angle. Most of the tall buildings in the skyline-- the Hancock Building, the Prudential Building, 111 Huntington-- are dominated by glass, and they reflect the oranges and pinks of sunset prettily. Anyway Boston

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

Questions from zeecoldwater

1. What's the worst meal you've ever had?
Once-- from a pizza place I liked and trusted up until this point-- I got a piece of pizza so desiccated that the cheese was lined with a network of tiny cracks– it looked like the canvas of a Renaissance oil painting. Somehow, bad food is worse when you're expecting it to be good.

2. Have you ever hallucinated?
Once... god, I think it was way back in eight grade-- I was so deliriously sick that I hallucinated that some unseen person was holding me down in bed, among other things. Wasn't very fun!

3. If I threw an orange at you, would you dodge it?
I would flinch and then probably get hit anyway, since I have the coordination of a sea slug.

4. Under what circumstances would you ever be compelled to take to the streets in a Regency dress and bonnet?
Attempting to infiltrate Jane Austen fan gathering, agency all out of Mr. Darcy outfits.

5. If you could have one anachronistic thing from the Victorian era, what would it be? Can be an event, actual item or even a person, if you're that way inclined.

This is a hard question because it is hard to pick just one. Perhaps a conversation with Charlotte Brontë, so I could ask her what's up with all the phrenology references in Jane Eyre.

ustreaming RIGHT NOW!! http://www.ustream.tv/channel/heliothaumic

Bush had been President since I was thirteen years old. I was still in eighth grade in Driscoll School in that bleak November of 2000 when Bush stole the election. All through high school, and all through college, Bush was President.

Not anymore, though,

It is 2009 why do we not have a name for this decade yet

Ah, so I'll be spending the New Year cowering from the snow. Thank you, Boston.

haha wow

fuck the pope

http://uk.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUKTRE4BL2FE20081222

I'm back in Boston now.

Bolt Bus conclusions:

Pros:
Internet! On the bus!
Comfortable seats
Not overbooked

Cons:
My bus arrived in Boston two hours late what the fuck what the fuck