I prepared fish last night. It seemed to go well, except there were these parts I couldn't cut with a knife so I had to use scissors. It was sanitary; I washed them and everything.
A while back I was curious about who else was using my hosting company, so I poked around the FTP directory to see who's here. It's all local Iowa City/Cedar Rapids stuff, and aside from the usual hardware stores and Christian youth retreats, there's this trio of disaffected young men using Blogger who appear to be undergrads here: diaperedmonkey.com, helmetboy.com, and lonelyelf.net.
Via robotwisdom: Beckett on film. I want to sing that to the tune of Duran Duran's "Girls on Film," and I don't know why. These films do look like an interesting lot, involving the likes of Harold Pinter and David Mamet, and there's some stuff about Beckett's autocratic tendencies (in 1988, after failing to block an all-female Dutch production of Waiting for Godot, he banned all of his plays from appearing in the Netherlands, period).
Dept. of Space Semantics: the American Museum of Natural History wants to demote Pluto from a planet to a lump of ice.