Month: July 2003

Reading about Jerry Springer’s planned bid for a U.S. Senate seat in Ohio made me wander to the Springer show site. The show listings have all the Springeresque glory you’d expect (“I slept with my [choose one: brother/father/best friend’s husband/dog]!”). But the July 8 show shook me to my core:
“Bi-curious Carl got more than he bargained for. He slept with a one-breasted man who now won

Here’s my story from today’s front page, on why girls are better writers than boys, no matter what LiveJournal has led you to believe.
My only complaint: that the phrase “let’s call it Britneyland” was edited out of one of the story’s later paragraphs. See if you can guess which one.
I’m off to Denver tonight and won’t be back until Wednesday evening. Feel free to rock the party without me.

I’ll be on TXCN tonight talking about test scores. (Like I ever talk about anything else. Even in my private life.) But feel free to not tune in, since it was my worst performance in quite a while.
If you haven’t yet seen the terrifying sausage bludgeoning video, you should. I’m surprised the NIAF hasn’t yet issued an angry statement over the fact it was an Italian sausage that got whacked.

An addendum to my last post: A six-pack of beer to whomever can actually fix the problem. Now we know what it is (from the comments on that post) — but I still have no idea how to fix it. For one thing, the background image was loaded in just a plain BODY tag, not in CSS (it’s actually loaded in both at the moment, after a change). If I change all my positioning tags from absolute to relative, it screws the whole layout. Ideas?
Again, apologies for the geekiness.

Attention CSS experts: If you can figure out why this site’s background disappears when you scroll down in Safari 1.0, I’ll buy you a beer! Hell, two beers! We’re not talking Pabst either — the import or domestic of your choice!
(This is the same problem James wrote about a couple weeks ago. It wasn’t an issue with any of the Safari betas — just in 1.0.)
To make up for this post’s high geek quotient, I offer you these links:
– What happens when you combine a bad man with a camera and two extremely gullible teenaged girls. (For the record, this isn’t the most family-friendly link.)
– The emasculation of Doug Christie continues. (Doug’s the Sacramento King whose wife doesn’t allow him to even speak to other women.)

Ronnie Polaneczky, in her column in the Philadelphia Daily News: Distributing condoms in high schools doesn’t encourage kids to have sex.
Her dad disagrees, so he writes a fairly scathing letter to the editor, saying his daughter’s column “contains obvious contradictions.” How’s that for family support? Most creepy: the way he refers to his daughter as just “Polaneczky” throughout the piece.

Feb. 2003: Why Kobe can’t get a shoe deal. He lacks street cred with the urban demo that buys high-priced sneakers.
July 2003: Kobe’s arrest for sexual assault could help him sell shoes. (The article suggests it probably won’t, but still — what a wonderful world.)

If you listen to only one indie rock duo with an 11-year-old lead singer and 9-year-old drummer this summer — make it Smoosh. Seriously, they sound like a pre-teen Quasi. More here and here.

Things you learn listening to a Ben Gibbard live radio performance: The last word of Dntel’s “(This Is) The Dream of Evan and Chan” (previously spotted on the November ’02 CDMOM mix) is pronounced “Sean,” not like the last name of Jackie or Charlie.
This increases the chances that the song is secretly about Cat Power’s Chan Marshall, who pronounces her name the same way. I still hold out hope that the Evan is Indiana Sen. Evan Bayh.

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For the record: I am not Eric Humphrey Gordon. My name’s Josh. I just copied-and-pasted an email onto a web page.