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How To Excessively Spoil Your Kids. F.A.O. Schwarz’s new strategy is to market toys to the children of the superrich.

This may not be “legal,” but it is too cool not to mention. Someone has found a backdoor into the online version of the Oxford English Dictionary. Thanks for the tip, MetaFilter.

Unrelatedly, I taught a private guitar lesson today. Sure, it was for a coworker, but it meant I had to make my apartment look presentable. That required me to stop being lazy and to finish rearranging my furniture and cleaning the apartment. I have now finished moving my desktop computer out of the bedroom, but the bedroom is still not quite organized.

The good news is the lesson went very well. It seems like he’s going to remain interested and will probably continue taking lessons from me. Not such a bad deal.

I’m sick and tired of certain people, and I’m just about ready to give up. Who have these people been talking to? I think you know what I’m talking about. My beef is with the “rule” about prepositions that someone made up. Apparently over the last few decades, people have decided that it’s ungrammatical to write a sentence with a preposition at the end, despite the fact it has been done that way in literature for literally centuries. We’ve all learned this “rule” in schools and as good students, we never batted an eyelid.

For the last time people, it’s a fake. It has no basis. If you try to rearrange the sentence, “This is a rule I will not put up with,” you get something quite nasty. One try would be, “This is a rule up with which I will not put.” That sentence is a ridiculous construction.

Anyway, I’m outtie. Where my homies at?

In which Spike loosens up a little… but continues on his quest.

The following day. SPIKE stands in the room alone.

SPIKE (to himself, apparently): I’d have fewer issues if I could just sleep at night.

ROSENCRANTZ enters.

ROSENCRANTZ: Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, “Well. At least I’m not dead.”

ROSENCRANTZ dies… and FIN.

Looks like I’ll be up all night so not to miss my plans for Sunday. If you’re up with me, take a look at some new photos I’ve put online. First there’s a set from a Yankees game at the end of July (with Barb and Melodie. Next, take a look at Darren’s birthday party that took place earlier this evening. The night consisted of barbecue, sundaes, poker, and then a viewing of the Noises Off! DVD that I made from a tape of our high school senior year play.

The “Fat Darrell” has been crowned the nation’s best sandwich by Maxim Magazine. In the rare occassion I visit the grease trucks, this happens to be my second favorite option. The Fat Bitch is usually the monstrosity in which I partake. Here is the full menu.

Andy Kaufman has returned and has chosen the weblog as his form of communication. It has the flavor of a hoax, but it tastes like something Andy would do.

… without me. I’m going to miss my students. I guess it makes sense the job would go to the guy who’s been in the district longer and whose job at the middle school is currently redundant. It’s just sad for me. The administration made a logical choice, despite the fact I did really well in the job over the past two months. In any case, life moves on, and I choose to continue making my own choices whenever I can. I choose to take what is positive and not to let the negative side affect me too much.

Band mates bond: Splitting the band to make it whole. I’m misquoted, but hey, it’s nice to get some press.

I don’t understand this at all. It’s just a fcuking sport! Get over it. And when you go about getting over it, get over it without running other people down or killing people or rioting. Crazy drunk idiots. How can we, the mighty Americans, bring peace to the world if we don’t know how to live in peace ourselves?

Sorry, sometimes I have to just let things out. Is there anything today that can restore my faith in humanity? Someone give me some good news, please… And by good news, I don’t mean the fact that Janet Jackson showed the world her Super Bowl Half Time Nipple.