I often wondered if the majority of the reviewers on Amazon.com were on crack when they posted their effulgent reviews of Anne Rice's more recent efforts, and it turns out, maybe about 75% were drugged when they wrote them and the other percent were written either by her friends or herself. It could happen!
It's sad when author's and their friends post anonymously to give a book a glowing review. Deceitful, despicable, and hypocritacle are just a few words that come to mind, and on Amazon no less. Are we really heading towards a society where five little stars trusted by 100 people will matter more than by a well established critic writing for the New Yorker? Do we want to trust the words of a nobody who may not have even read the book, versus a friend or a colleague with a better understanding of our likes and dislikes?
Extreme. Perhaps. But I find this mildly disturbing and amusing at the same time because it just proves that there's no way in hell that that many people could have liked that pile of rubbish known as Merrick and everything else written afterwards. We're talking character assassination, people and Anne Rice is queen at that.

Friday the 13th is usually a good day for me, but now it sucks.
Oh my gosh, this is so pathetic. I am in tears because I just found out that the WB just canceled Angel. This is so not cool. All good shows must come to an end, but when it is their time, not when they're forced out for lame replacements.

Is John Kerry doing a Clinton? According to the Drudge Report it's very possible.
I don't know what to think other than the fact that it's rather amusing and damning when you think about it. World News Tonight just reported that Kerry is ahead in the polls against Bush, which is preliminary but nice. But if the news turns out to be true not only is Clark not going to give his nomination, but the door will have opened for Dean and Edwards.

Ok, I need to get this out of my system:
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm taking the bar in a little over a week. The world is going to end. I am going to die, or rather, I am going to get my ass kicked ten times over, and over, and over, and over, and over, again. Actually, I think I liked the bit about the world ending better.
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
I feel human now.

Would you like to be my Anti-Valentine?

The EEOC finds that Cirque de Soleil discriminated against an acrobat and fired him before he was to begin performances of Mystere. They were afraid he'd infect his fellow acrobats with HIV.
How exactly?
Unless the performance has added the scene, "intro to the kama sutra," or suddenly the performers start sharing needles for that last high before the denoument, I don't quite see how the other employees will contract the disease. Oh wait, they must still be living in the 80's.
Courtesy of DISABLAWG.

Oh dear god, now they're breeding!

Oh my gosh, Cordy, no! How could you do this to us, Joss? ::sniff::

What happens when you listen to rap music a little too loudly in your car? You're sentenced to listen to opera. Alas, if only we had this in Texas. Give them a little Wagner. That will get their blood pumping.

My blog is back! Yay! I missed you. Yes, you may all groan now.
There are two and a half weeks left till the bar and I still don't get the difference between an easment appurtenant and an easment in gross except that the latter does not benefit the land and the other purrs.
Yes, that was lame, but it's a cute mnemonic.