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Tomorrow! tomorrow! I'll sleep in tomorrow! Snoozing the day awaaaaaay...

SETI@Home's servers are being cunts, so my client is having trouble connecting and uploading my completed work unit. I took a look at the plans for SETI@Home's upcoming year, and they look pretty sweet. Details are available at their site.

True to form, Jerry Lewis' annual Labor Day telethon is on the air, raising money for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. Although this is a morbid thought, I wonder what will MDA do when Lewis is unable to host the telethon. On another note, it appears that Jerry Lewis and John Travolta are slowly morphing into the same person. I wonder if Jerry knows anyone at Qantas?

I had an odd conversation at work yesterday. One of my co-workers, a kindly older woman named Louann, told me she was going to work through her break. After I inquired why, she explained that she's be tempted to snack if she went to the break room, and spending fifteen minutes walking around the shopping mall was out of the question. This didn't make any sense to me... why forgo a paid quarter-hour break when you can escape the beeping of the fitting room door's sensor, even if it is in the crappy break room. After a moment of though, I posed a solution: go outside. After three or four hours of department store interior lighting, the Texas afternoon sun is positively incandescent. Sure it's hot outside (for now, at least), but at least it isn't behind a cash register.

While poking around on Yahoo! Picks, I stumbled upon Urinal.net, a Web site devoted to urinals. I was quite surprised by its thoroughness and the attention paid by the site's authors to their hobby of choice. At least take the time to check out the Top 10 Urinals link while you're there.

This from Boston.com (via FARK): As if Major League Baseball didn't have enough of a bad reputation already, lawyers representing MLB have sent cease-and-desist letters to fans running Web sites (old link removed) devoted to their favorite teams. I guess they hired Disney's attorneys. Oh no! I sure hope an MLB lawyer doesn't see how often I mention that the Texas Rangers suck.

And before I go, here's another random image dug up during a GIS. This time, it's an anonymous Inuit fellow wearing an anorak.

Just a quick post to add a few things I forgot in my last entry...

I wrote an interesting write-up for E2 about Lamson Cash Carriers. I find the concept of sending wooden cups filled with coins hurtling around department stores at 40 mph appealing. I've had a few customers that I wish I could have bopped in the head. Twice.

Some South African gossip columnist has inside information that Britney Spears is into lesbian porno. No, not performing in the you peckers, watching them. And now she's best buddies with porno starlet Jenna Jameson. (The link goes to Jenna's adult web site, so don't even think about using the library's computers to go there, Spanky.)

Today's Trading Spaces on TLC had special importance to me. The fraternity house that was made over (made into... um... something) happens to belong to the Delta Upsilon chapter at the University of California - Berkeley. I feel for my brothers at Cal, as they got screwed. Lime green? If they had worked with the DU colors (sapphire blue and old gold), and didn't paint over the wooden beams and hardwood floors, it would've looked soooo much better. Instead, the DUs got a circus tent. An ugly, nasty (but vibrant!), semiglossy circus tent.

Off to bed I go, now. I need to get some snoozie-pies before work tomorrow. Ugh. Weekend sales make my life painful. I bitch too much.

Damn! That was some pretty good stirfry! After watching a late showing of Blue Crush with Fungushead, I had a craving for stirfry. We made a stop at Albertsons for the necessary ingredients: water chestnuts, bean sprouts, stirfry sauce, a green pepper and fresh garlic. I pulled a pair of recipes off of E2, and combined them into a bastardized amalgam. Tasty.

As for Blue Crush, there isn't much to say. Tasty Michelle Rodriguez and tastier Kate Bosworth. Very tasty.

Even though I've had it for a while, I still get off on showing my green card to people. Well, it's not very green at all -- it's mostly white with some green accents and a shiny, brownish anticounterfeit image on the back. The card also uses microprinting techniques to foil counterfeiters, with tiny images of the state flags and portraits of the presidents (up to and including Bill Clinton). It's the coolest piece of ID I've ever possessed, and much, much more official looking than my old work permit (which resembled a badly-done high school student ID).

And before I go, here's a random JPEG culled from a Google Image Search (GIS). Ladies and gentlemen, I present...Spongehat: