Entries from February 2002 ↓

This has to be a near exclusive: They Might Be Giants have won their first Grammy! Plus, their acceptance remarks were brilliant.

John Flansburgh and John Linnel, collectively known as They Might Be Giants, enjoyed a giant moment at the GRAMMYs today, picking up an award (Best Song Written For A Motion Picture, Television Or Other Visual Media) for “Boss Of Me,” their theme song to TV’s “Malcolm In The Middle.” When asked whether the pair had grown “sick” of hearing the song so much, they responded with their trademark quirky humor. “Of course not! What kind of crazy question is that? Where’s Security?” bellowed Flansburgh. “We’re sick of many of our songs,” added Linnel, “and sick of ourselves, but we still like this one.” The band has a Giants album, an album for children, and a new theme song for “America’s Most Wanted” in the near future, but Flansburgh clearly spelled out his immediate post-GRAMMY plans. “I’m going to party my face off.”

Let’s talk about Swish, a thing that makes Flash movies, but makes them with the same 10 effects you see on every other site.

In other words, I downloaded it and it’s dumb.

Here.

This is not aimed at anyone. I am not thinking of anyone. At all. I just like the article. It’s a good article, that doesn’t make me think of anyone’s website. I don’t have any other feelings or reactions to the material presented above.

Your website, in particular, is nice. It makes me feel good to read it. Still, read the List Apart article above.

Rachel writes: “There are more muslims than Mormans but those Mormans are tough.”

I thought she might be misspelling Mormon, but maybe she spelled Merman.

Mer-Man

Merman

Ethel Merman

Not picking on you, Rachel… just any excuse to blog about He-man toys.

So in the MSNBC article, Clear Channel Communications talks about how in markets like Boise, they don’t even have DJs. Just the LA guy, doing his same radio show, but saying “Boise” and mentioning all kinds of local landmarks.

I think this is kind of deceptive, but at the same time, you know it’s about 10 times less expensive than hiring a guy to go work Boise. Radio’s mostly just digital music (I didn’t know they had completely converted to digital, but this article confirms it, at least for a lot of Clear Channel stations), and someone talking in between. Is radio still radio if you can’t call in and request something, or if an interview on KDWB was done last week in LA?

(By the way, your Clear Channel stations here in the Twin Cities would be KDWB, K102, KOOL108, Cities 97, KFAN and WLOL.)

Thanks to everyone that came out for Christie’s birthday thing. It was awesome. We had FETE friends, work friends, and college friends, and fortunately they all hit it off well. I never imagined that would happen, but there you go. We have to do it again very soon, and everyone who didn’t make it needs to come this time.

I played a lot of Monopoly Tycoon this weekend. It’s similar to SimCity, but it has some real-time competitive aspects, too. Plus it’s all Monopoly themed, so I automatically love it.

I also upgraded both machines to XP at home, so we actually have two functional PCs. This home network thing is really coming together.

So if you search for Moby on Audiogalaxy, you get dropped into the Moby message boards, which feature tantalizing subjects like the following: “whos moby”, “Moby Sucks I downloaded because it said its deathmetal”, “moby rules”, “Moby sucks”, “wat maoby song would u play at your funeral?”, “what would u do if moby had and afro?”, and “moby’s song is damn nice~!!”

My favorite is “Moby will put you to dance”, which is funnier when you see that the user who posted it calls themselves “Eat_my_cum_thanks”. That “thanks” part cracks me up.

Big Boi has three kids: a daughter Jordan, and two sons, Bamboo and Cross. Andre 3000 has a son (with Erykah Badu) named Seven. These are names that can probably be removed from the running. Except I kind of like Seven…? Ah, no I don’t.

Okay, I’m growing a little weary of all the people that know in their heart what my baby is going to be: boy or girl. Face facts: it’s a 50/50 shot, and all you can be is right or wrong.

Or could you possibly profit from your baby-prognostication?

Here’s the deal: sometime between 18 and 26 weeks (June/July), we’ll be getting the ultrasound, finding out the sex, and all that. Until then, you can Bet on the Baby. Winners get losers money, so it won’t exactly be even, but that makes it more exciting.

I’d like to do this entirely by PayPal, so PayPal me your wager, tell me “boy” or “girl” and let’s get this moving already!

Just pictures of pancakes.