After pissing on America's Finest City on Heather's blog, I think it only fair that I offer one of my favorite San Diego memories.
Several years ago, my wife and I were walking along the street in Pacific Beach and a random fellow walked up to us and asked, "Did you see the planes?"
"The old planes. I saw them up over Balboa Park this morning and then again down by the beach. They were flying around because today's Pearl Harbor Day, I think. Pretty cool -- those old planes."
"Oh, we didn't see them."
"Well, maybe they'll come around again today. You two have a happy Pearl Harbor Day."
It's a clear sign that a nation has healed from tragedy when a random guy wishes you a happy Pearl Harbor Day. I'd like to think that the poorly named Patriot Day will go much the same way.
Twice within the last 24 hours people have e-mailed me with good names for a band, so I have finally broken down and created a blog dedicated to good names for a band. The URL --mwyclochbuwch -- is Welsh and literally translates to "more cowbell," which had already been taken in English.
The downside of this is that I am now undeniably one of those people -- a person with multiple blogs. I am a teenage girl.
I am also a hack comic in Gainesville, Fla., apparently.
Arse. Not that it matters, of course -- they'll be relegated either way.
Shocker: Some overhyped thing made by Microsoft is shit.
I love it when I'm right -- as predicted on Friday.
Interesting Wikipedia page on languages in the United States.
Here's a random observation -- I have never met an incompetent man named Kirk. Some are a bit cheesy like the Rev. Kirk Franklin, or a bit nutty like Kirk Cameron, but incompetent? Nope.
Huzzah for the Kirks.
I'm crap at looking at people's sidebars, so I have no idea how long this has been on Huw's blog, but I like it -- funny and dangerous.