Seth said I was courageous. I hope I am.
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Tue Nov 04 2003 18:53 This Happened To Riker, Too:
Wed Nov 05 2003 19:16 My Name Is Mario, And I'll Bake You One With Pesto! Yeah, I'll Bake You One With Pesto! Damn Good Pies!:
That reminds me of a joke Jason made up. "What do miners say when they strike helium?" [squeaky voice] "We're rich!"
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Thu Nov 06 2003 07:56 Well You Should Apologize:
P.F. Chang's had delusions of grandeur, but it was actually just a good Chinese restaurant. They did offer brown rice as well as white, which is good because I greatly prefer brown rice. It was while I was eating the uninspired, chocolate-chip-laden P.F. Chang's chocolate cake that I realized it is a waste of time to buy chocolate cakes from restaurants because they are inevitably drier and much worse than any cake you might make yourself (even from a box mix), and they always have semisweet chocolate chips pushed into the side of the cake. This is supposed to make it more decadent, but it just makes it taste weird, like Cool Whip on caviar. Like a free ride, when you've already paid.
P.F. Chang's had things going for it, like good entrees, but The Old Spaghetti Factory was just stuff to keep you from getting hungry for a few hours. They also brought me the wrong thing, although I can't remember what I ordered or what they brought me or how the two differed. Everybody had a plate containing a bunch of yellow-white stuff covered in red stuff and it was all pretty similar.
Verdict: Old Spaghetti Factory: bleah. P.F. Chang's: should change name to P.F.C. Hang's, start serving down-home UGR-H&S chow.
Sat Nov 08 2003 22:05 Oh No!:
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Sun Nov 09 2003 15:13 Your Kitsch Is My Command:
And more, if you have time.
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Sun Nov 09 2003 18:33 This Is Like The Wigs, Right?:
Update: Now I feel like a jerk. I apologize for the boorish joke, albeit a joke about my own boorishness.
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Tue Nov 11 2003 17:57 Day 8: Delirium Begins To Set In:
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Thu Nov 13 2003 00:01 Diary Of A Madman:
In my madness I have taken to imagining what dynamic data-driven websites would look like if ancient civilizations had dynamic data-driven websites. For instance, in ancient Greece, a user signup form would have a field for "City-State". If I had the time, I could actually do some mockups that would be pretty funny, but right now all such projects seem as insignificant as my project to come up with mass nouns for all the Nethack monsters (eg. a conglomorate of floating eyes, a loitering of trappers).
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Fri Nov 14 2003 20:03 Your Tax Dollars At The Job Interview:
Update: Nick says the problem is mainly technological, so clearly what we need is to petition the laws of physics themselves.
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Sat Nov 15 2003 10:31 Messing With Texas Is A Violation Of Texas State Law:
Sun Nov 16 2003 19:01 Very Short Story Search Requests #2:
i took my roommates goldfish and she found out now i'm scared!
Sun Nov 16 2003 21:08 My, That Was A Yummy Spam:
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Sun Nov 16 2003 22:48 Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch:
Mon Nov 17 2003 15:36 That Which Does Kill Me, Kills Me (Dead Spammers #Aleph-Aleph-Null):
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Tue Nov 18 2003 19:58 Or It Could Be Rockin' Pneumonia:
Wed Nov 19 2003 20:04 Fish Party:
Sat Nov 22 2003 21:20 Quick, Look Over There While I Distract You!:
Sun Nov 23 2003 20:22 Llamatron 2004:
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Mon Nov 24 2003 10:03 The Pizza In Little Rock Is No Good:
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
ACT I
SCENE I
[The scene: a pizza store.]
Proprietor: Good morrow to you, sir!
Customer: The same to you, sir.
Prop.: Welcome to my quality pizza-serving establishment. How may I assist you?
Cust.: Your finest "pizza", if you would.
Prop.: Certainly.
ACT I
SCENE II
[The same store, later. CUSTOMER is seated.]
Proprietor: All right, who has the nachos?
Customer: Nachos? You must have misheard me. I ordered a pizza!
Prop.: Pizza? You must mean "nachos with tomato sauce and pizza toppings".
Cust.: I shall never dine here again! [Arise and exit.]
Prop.: [Calling out] Good luck with the take-out pizza you're planning to get instead! It has the same crappy crust!
Disclaimer: I have not yet eaten at Damgoode Pies (sic), so there might still be hope for pizza in Little Rock.
The play was good, the actors very competent, and the producers somehow managed to resist the urge to set the thing in the Old West. But the writing was so melodramatic that I find myself receptive to the revisionist history peddled by the first Google results for "richard iii", organizations set up to combat the negative image of Richard III formed by this play. Richard's monologues were all to the effect of "You know, I'm really evil. But what good is my being evil unless I do evil things? I know, I'll kill [x]!"
I think we've found the perfect Shakesperean role for Seth: the Second Murderer from Act I Scene IV.
Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be
damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.
I'm Seth David Schoen.