Not a front for a secret organization.
Written by Rob Schultz (human).
...because that doesn't make any sense. How can you tell when an internet meme is over? Typically, when it's covered in print. Certainly true of the weeks-or-months behind the times articles in my own (whatever that means) Cleveland Plain Dealer, but here we have the digitization of the printed paper of record! Guess we're done with Garfield.
Listening to so many members of The Committee reminesce tonight, it seems to me that Del Close was, as much as anyone else has ever been, Zaphod Beeblebrox. (There's still the saved post from the day I read Guru, but maybe I'll post it after I'm done reading The Funniest One in the Room.)
Also, today is the day that I spent 2.5 otherwise perfectly usable hours of my day (in two sessions) circling my neighborhood looking for a place to put my car for a while. It included a low-speed pursuit by a parking authority vehicle, and an ultimately unsatisfying 'tuesday space.'
“Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick was indicted on perjury and obstruction of justice charges after a series of romantic text messages were acquired from backups supplied by the SkyTel pager network, a contract granted by the mayor himself for reasons including SkyTel's touted archiving features. When reached for comment, Kilpatrick reportedly said, ‘Ouch, my petard!’”
The thing that I really appreciate about the IMDB is that in addition to all the factual information about cast and crew, it provides a place for film afficianados to really dig into a film, dissect the deeper meanings and share insights into the true intent of the filmmakers: [Internet Version of the Ironic Cut] PS, I love how much Z-Rob hates Indy 4. Maybe I'll go see it again and buy two tickets. One for me, and one in Z-Rob's honor. (What? You're not reading the Z-Blog?)
That's what you'll see on my report card this term. I meandered over to Trader Joe's because I felt I didn't own enough food and I saw a car idling in front of the store. I went a bit out of my way to walk around it instead of in front. While I was behind the car someone ran out of the store and before they were seated or managed to get the door closed, the car peeled out. Further down the parking lot, a guy literally jumped out of the way as an employee ran out of the store. Apparently, the person who just barely made it into the car was carrying an unpurchased case of wine.
But if I'd just walked in front of the car instead, they couldn't have sped away. Or I'd be hospitalized right now.
I just hope they don't go on a drunken spree, drive across the continent, and then murder one of my uncles, thus compelling me to use my ability to vaguely inconvenience drivers in parking lots responsibly and at great personal cost for the rest of my days...