SRS BZNS
>:-[
The Sci-Fi Channel is rebranding themselves to "SyFy."
The comment responses on MST3K@LJ, AICN, and pretty much everywhere else on the Internet including Sci-Fi's own forum are pretty golden.
If that channel hadn't been dead to me ever since they killed MST3K so that WWE and reality shows might live, I might be able to summon up some of my old fanboyish outrage instead of just enjoying the fallout.
Nicky flew in on Thursday night, and we had an awesome long weekend together. Here are some things we did.
Last night I put Nicky on her plane home, rode the trains back to my place in silence, and played more EFII until I could pass out. Despite the noise and distractions provided by the game, my room was far too quiet and unpopulated.
I fell asleep at around 8PM last night, and woke up around 11PM. Insomnia is teh s uck.
For breakfast I had strong coffee, a vitamin pill, and half a box of jellybeans. It's not exactly the Natalie Dee Super Breakfast, but it's in the same spirit.
I tried to see Watchmen over the weekend, but there were no tickets to be had anywhere. Grey's already seen it, and she won't go again with me due to it being so not her thing. I shall have to find a way to actually view this motion picture at some damn point. It's had very mixed reviews from friends of mine ranging from total love to total hate, which is more than enough to interest me in checking it out for myself.
Speaking of Grey, at last week's NYC2600 meeting she snapped my latest favorite photo of myself.
In quite happy but belated news, a week and change ago the charming folks from the Swimcast bestowed upon me the honor of a "Swimmie" award, for my guest spot on their show way back in episode 14. You can hear my stammered, half-asleep, yet genuinely grateful acceptance speech in Swimcast episode 59.
The latest chapter in my ongoing quest to prank call reach out to 419 scammers takes place in lovely South Africa, where I lecture an advance-fee fraudster on the evils of Apartheid.