All Hallow’s Eve
Happy Halloween, everybody!
Halloween is my absolute number one most favoritest holiday, EVER. Maybe it’s my inner Druid…I dunno. I’ve always loved it. The spooking, the scaring, the candy, the punkin carving…mostly the fact that the fundies don’t like it…that’s always been a big bonus.
So, what are you doing for Halloween? Why don’t you post a picture of your costume in the comment area? I’d post mine, but I haven’t put it on yet. I’m gonna be a ghoul, complete with pointy ears and bald head…no fangs, though. Fangs were too damn expensive.
Hope everyboody (ha!) has a great day and safe evening, whatever you may decide to do.
Who was the weakest link?
So I just got back from my taping of The Weakest Link.
I’m bound by contract to not say a single word about the show, like who did what, or who won, or anything like that…
I can say something, that is going to rock everyone’s world. It certanly rocked mine.
I sat in the green room (a place where actors hang out while they get stuff ready. There’s food, drinks, and TV, usually), and watched the World Series.
Not a big deal, right?
Well, I watched The World Series, With WILLIAM FUCKING SHATNER.
It was so goddamn cool. I was sitting there, talking about baseball with him, discussing Randy Johnson versus Curt Shilling (Who was better), the various strategies employed by the teams during the few innings that we were watching…and he was so cool to me, I don’t even know what to do. He was nice. He was funny. He was warm, genuine, and basically just a 100% cool-ass guy.
Matter of fact, I can say this one thing about the show: William Shatner was the funniest I have ever seen him, or anyone who was in Star Trek, ever.
William Shatner has earned 50,000 cool points with me, after tonight. One for each monkey at this site.
So, until further notice, I am dropping the FUCKING from WILLIAM SHATNER, and I am closing the store at the end of the week, even though it’s earning me enough to pay for the MASSIVE bandwidth I’m consuming here.
William Shatner, you are my new buddy. I’ll see you for Game 4. I’m buying the first round.
Guess where I’m going, right now?
I’m going to play on a special Star Trek edition of Weakest Link!!
It’s all for charity, and my charity is The Electronic Frontier Foundation. They’re guaranteed $10,000 of TWL’s money, and even more, if I can make it to the end, and best my opponents, who include…WILLIAM FUCKING SHATNER.
Holy Crap. This is going to be SO MUCH FUN!
RFB is on autopilot all day, today. There’s an IRC chat room called #rfb at irc.undernet.org
Have fun, everybody!
Have you read the Slashdot interview, yet?
I am really proud of it, and the comments there have been overwhelmingly positive. I caught myself beaming more than once, as I read it.
Considering how things have been lately, this really made me feel good.
A big thanks to everyone who mirrored the site. That was super cool.
I finally finished answering the questions from the Slashdot interview.
They’re going to be posted tomorrow, so the site will go down for another 24 hours, starting sometime tomorrow around 12 or 1 PST.
If you can mirror the site, let me know ASAP, and I’ll put up some temporary links.
RFB will be up all day tomorrow, barring any more live365 trauma.
No Runs for You!
Randy Johnson pitches complete game shut out of the Yankees tonight.
I bet this is going to generate more flames than anything I’ve said yet, but I dislike the Yankees just slightly more than I dislike the D’backs, so this series is a lot like a presidential election…but Johnson and Pettitte…holy crap what a game!
Top 3 things I liked about tonight’s game:
3. Yanks are shut out. Shove that in your ‘mystique’.
2. Johnson, being interviewed after the game, is super cool, and praises Pettitte over and over again, saying what a great pitcher he is, and it’s 100% genuine. No false modesty. Maybe The Unit isn’t such a tool after all.
1. The game is over fast enough to guarantee The Simpsons will start on time tonight in LA.
You can roll a rollo to your pal
“In modern society the opposite of courage is not cowardice; it is
conformity.” –Rollo May
The night Max made mischief of one kind and another his mother called him “Wild Thing!” and sent him to bed.
I loved those old vinyl Halloween costumes. I loved how cheesy they were, and how they smelled.
Remember them? They had that plastic mask, with the rubber cord that dug into your scalp? And your breath would condense around the mouthpiece, and you’d end up taking it off, so you wouldn’t be wearing that Luke Skywalker mask, you’d just be wearing a plastic shirt?
Retrocrush has a great article about those costumes.
What a difference 24 hours makes. I’m feeling much better today, after getting so much stuff off my chest yesterday. Sorry if it seemed like I was whining. That wasn’t my intention. Good thing is, some of my funny has returned.
Went out to dinner last night with my wife, which we haven’t been able to do for weeks. There was a long wait, so we sat in the bar until our table was ready.
There’s this large party next to us, also waiting to be seated. They are quite drunk. Their name is called (“Donner, party of 8? Donner party?” har.), and they get up to go. The bar waitress tells them that she’ll have her drinks sent to their table.
One guy, this tall, mullet-headed, acidwashed-jeaned, pink-shirted guy stands up, and gets way to close to her, and says, “Hey, baby, come over here with me, and I’ll take care of the tab.”
She looks at him, and tells him that her register-thing is the other way, but the guy is so drunk, and so lame that he is insisting that she follow him. He takes out his wallet, and produces a wad of bills to emphasize his point.
She just keeps walking, and he drunkenly walks into the restaurant with his buddies.
So I’ve got a soda coming my way, and our name is called (“Jass? Party of 2? Jass?” har.). So I walk over to the waitress, and tell her that we’ve been called, and could she please make sure that my soda is brought to our table.
She says sure, and I pause for a second, and say, “Or, if you’d rather, I can put on my pink shirt, invade your personal space, and hit on you. Whichever you’d prefer.”
She cracks up, and says, “Oh my god. What was with that guy? Thanks. That was really funny.”
And I felt genuinely good for the first time in days, because I made someone laugh, hard.
There was much rejoicing.