Month: September 2000

I’m in the drink for love
And I want to drink your love
Swimmin’ a swim in the suds
I want to drink your blood

Underneath his pants, the suspect was found to be wearing one of the U.S. athlete’s team shorts.

Thanks to the Olympics^TM, certain aspects of the Australian economy are booming.

Apparently the Kraft Taco Bell shells you buy in the grocery store — for making your Taco Bell tacos at home — are made with gene-spliced bio-engineered corn, and not Jersey corn like we all originally imagined. Kraft is recalling the mutant food. (If you click on that link to the Kraft press release, you can see in the masthead on the top of page that the “Special Report” is on the back of a Kraft Macaroni and Cheese box.)

But when it comes down to it, it’s all PepsiCo’s fault.

This Sunday, I’ll be going to New York to participate in the 38th New York Film Festival. The Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis is performing a new score to an old silent film. I always enjoy going into New York City.

For those of you who are interested in such things, to the right is a snapshot of my current desktop. The desktop background is a picture of Dar Williams, but you probably guessed that since her name is right there.

Sorry for the delay. My contact information is now set up. It’s nothing special, but it means that my website is now fully functional. Except for the archives for this journal/weblog. That’s coming soon.

So all these poor gymnasts screwed up on the vault thing because it was set two inches too low. Shouldn’t they check these things beforehand? Then again, they all seem to be screwing up on the other floor events, too.

Off I go to watch women’s gymnastics.

It’s a good thing I’ll be getting medical insurance. My shoulder’s been bothering me for a couple of weeks now and I’d like to have someone (a doctor, preferrably) look at it.