This Blog is Now Defunct

I find that everything that I want to say can be condensed into 140 characters. It may get refunct if I start thinking of longer things. Until then, I tweet.

Peep Show

You know what show you should watch? This Brittish comedy.

Final Four

vs

for the NCAA basketball title.

The Joan doll is $75, but it's going on my wish list.

Hey it's new years. We made it all the way around again!

I'm still sitting here and again I'm trying hard to care that the year has come to an end. And this time even the decade is ending.

Nobody else seems to care about the end of this decade either. All of the "best of the decade" lists have come late, almost as an afterthought. I think that's because the decade has no name. Goodbye seventies, eighties, 20th century, ... now what? The BBC calls them "the naughties", but I think that's the disease I blamed for having caused me to steal all of the cookies (if you know what I mean) and have sex with them. No wait, I think the naughties were the villain in the pilot episode of the Teletubbies.

Anyway, I think "first ten years of the century" probably fits best. So, goodbye ftyotc. We hardly knew you.