I'm somewhat ashamed of myself: I've been throwing in sets of curls at the end of my workouts.
I only get mandatory password changes on Fridays, it seems. It's terribly annoying because I've forgotten by Monday. I think they do it at a straight 60 days and if the 60th day falls on a weekend, it bumps to Friday, so you have a 43% chance of needing a change on a Friday. Wait, let's do the math. If it really is like that, it resets the mod 7 counter, as it were, each time so you end up having it on Friday 50% of the time rather than 43% once you get into that cycle. Well, no wonder.
I went to a CoinStar machine and turned in $58 in change. I had 1611 pennies. I got an amazon giftcard.
George Lucas' descent into madness distresses my wife. Fortunately, she's not as disturbed by the rape of the Indiana Jones franchise as the Star Wars fiasco, because that one may still be going on. Anyway. We are eagerly anticipating the coming review of Attack of the Clones from the same guys who did the magnificent Phantom Menace review. Their Avatar review is also pretty good. No links because YouTube is blocked at work. I think they're called "Red Letter Media" or something like that.
All this talk about films with John Williams soundtracks (I hate John Williams) made me think about the original Superman. That was a pretty decent film, wasn't it? I haven't seen it in ages. Like every kid, I really dug the whole Superman thing. I'm glad it was made before the dawn of computers, because modern takes on the story would just be too absurd. The late '70s and early 80's is pretty much my favorite era for special effects and camera tricks, though the silent film era also had some pretty good camera hacks (Buster Keaton FTW). Fact: Darth Vader helped Superman get bulky enough for the role.
WHY, GEORGE LUCAS, WHY? WHY DID YOU TURN EVIL?!
Quite fortunately, the revelries for St Patrick's Day over the weekend did not inconvenience me much. I have a severe hatred for that kind of nonsense. I have to keep it in perspective, though: St Patrick's Day is the closest thing the Irish will ever have to Christmas.
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