We're now seven days away from the Big Day. No, not that big day, silly. The day we move to Chicago, now only one week away.
Lisa, Damon, Craig, Michael, and Ross went out for some tasty improv. If you live in the bay area, you should make a point of going to one of their performances. They are wonderful performers, brilliant improvisers, and utterly hilarious.
Important note: there's a new issue of On A Whim just published, featuring the whimvitational "Empty Nest". You'll find a new thing from this site on there, and a whole bunch of other goodies. Go read it!
Last night I made my dear friend Liana’s recipe for macaroni and cheese. It was, as the recipe proclaimed, yummy! Liana has a number of her favorite recipes, most created or adapted by her, on her web site. I can also recommend the mulligatawny soup and the leek & potato soup. Go Liana!
On a separate note, our landlord has got to stop sending non-English speaking contracters over to our house before he gets here himself to meet them, and without giving us advance warning. I don’t speak a speck of Chinese! (Nor did I know our house was slated to be painted!) Weirdo landlord — just one more reason to be glad we’re moving, I guess...
Typically I hate TV, but it fulfills certain needs — the need, for instance, to drown out your screaming neighbors. Fortunately, I have finally figured out how to make the TV change channels and put sound out through the stereo, which meant that after only 2 minutes of fussing I could settle down to enjoy the hall of wonders that is the WB.
First I watched Smallville, which was some cheesy. It needs more Dawson’s Creek-esque elements, or, better yet, more Felicity-esque elements. (Admittedly, this would not make the show any less cheesy, but there would be more sexual tension and fewer weirdos with superpowers. Wait — is that a good thing? Forget I brought it up.) To my disappointment, the 2 hours of Dawson’s Creek is tomorrow night, continuing my 3.5 year record for not having seen Dawson’s Creek.
Then there was The Drew Carey Show, episode 5.10 to be precise, which had a bizarre Eddie Money cameo and featured actor Max Wright I as a giant velour stomach.
Advertisement was definitely the highlight, however. I saw Mr. T advertising 1-800-COLLECT, complete with humongous Mr. T topiary. I also saw an ad for The 700 Club which almost made me barf. Then there was the Pepsi ad with Britney Spears and Austin Powers, which also made me almost barf.
So I’d say the whole TV-watching experience was definitely worth it, because it’s important to understand the common man’s experience.
P.S. Regardless of what they would have you believe, KFC still stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken.
As promised, The Web Standards Project relaunched its site today.
I wish everyone would read their materials, but I think that's a bit unreasonable. I'm going to have to settle for doing it myself and trying to push for standards-compliance in all my projects. I'm doing an okay job, but I know I can do better.
I told Brian, my brother, that it is one of my goals not to move across the street from another gold teeth store, once we we’re in Chicago.
After expressing some incredulity toward the mere existence of such establishments, Brian requested visual evidence of said gold teeth store. Click the image below for the close-up.
That special thing was Lisa's birthday. It was a happy one indeed.
And tomorrow we're going to theatersports, which promises to be even more good fun. We're going with a posse from ILM, finally. Can't wait!
Spread the word. Mozilla 1.0 is out. It's my favorite browser, even if it is a rather large download.
Something even more special happens tomorrow. A lot more.