Due to the complex interplay of paid leave, aberrant web surfing and leftover Christmas treats, I’ve managed to move my bedtime well past 1:00 am. Last night was the record–3:11 am (in many ways the pre-digital world was so much better). I am, as my husband remarked when I woke him up at 3:13, “reverting to the feral Linda“. But my semi-hallucinatory state is your entertainment gain. Herewith are just some of the epiphanies I experienced last night:
- That friend of yours, the one who refers to his-or-herself as a “writer/producer/poet/artist/lead-guitarist-in-a-rock-band/actor/programmer”? Sure you do–everyone has one of ’em. Ever notice they never do anything very well? In a way it’s like having your own little Hollywood production deal as a personal friend….
- Dick Cheney: every time he talks he looks like a villain from a “Clutch Cargo” cartoon. (Note to post-baby boomers: a less antiquated analogy would be one of those mock-Bob Dole interviews on Conan O’Brien.
- One brilliantly stupid video can rocket someone into stardom.
- The Lawrence Welk Show: the most unironic show on television today, which means it’s the only unironic television show today.
- Memoirs of a Geisha: on so many levels I hated the existence of this book. Now on so many levels I hate the existence of the movie.
- Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!
Why The Web Will be Our Downfall Dept: I’ve seen the future and it involves our mass disintegration into a puddle of cuteness.
Why at Least Librarianship Will Survive Dept: My fellow classmate from library school Jerome McDonough has a new blog. Like Jerry, I too have stayed awake at night (at least until 3:11 am) wondering why the heck we don’t have tools implementing full UCS-4 support for digital libraries. That and whether or not Dick Clark will actually make an appearance on this year’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve….