Am I even awake?

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Have I missed something? Who the hell is Neil Entwistle?

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Canada loses 2-0 to Switzerland in men’s hockey. In other news, wood does NOT float.

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If you’ve been watching CBC’s Olympic coverage at all, you’ve seen the ads for Yoplait Creamy yogurt. And you know that they are probably the most irritating commercials ever devised and set loose upon the world of man. Worse than the talking beavers. Worse than the McCain’s oeuvre. Worse than the horribly dubbed shampoo and deodorant commercials. Worse than Bad Boy. OK, maybe not, but…seriously. I’m thinking about PVR’ing the entire day so that I can skip the commercials and spare myself the pain.

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Any now the guy who Cheney shot is apologizing to Cheney. It’s like I’m trapped in a nightmare of retarded news, commercials and hockey scores. He’p me.

Home is where the superior blog engine is

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Like the new digs?

It’s a work in progress, obviously. The template is only temporary, the sidebar isn’t really organized yet, and a lot of the old posts have some crazy number where the subject line should be. But, I can live with all that since the WordPress engine kicks Blogger’s ass. It was able to pull over every post from my two old blogs, skirl and radioDan. I’ve been using WordPress at work for a while now, and I just dig it.

And yes, it’s part of the larger site. A lot of the apps on this site won’t even be visible to you — I use them to manage my own life from various global locales (like, uh, my apartment and my office)  — but I’m hoping to spin out a few interesting things.

By the way: yes, “dan dickinson” is me. Screw this anonymous stuff. I’d take Scoble’s advice about posting my cell phone number on the blog, but I don’t have one.

Paradigms shift. So do chords.

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Our good friend MS just told us that she’s gonna be a mom. This is weird, since she was fiercely anti-motherhood when she still lived here. But things change, I guess; there’s been a lot of movement on that issue since we all met in our early 20s. Surprise surprise.

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Speaking of friends, CBGB now have a blog detailing the move into their new house. It’s in the sidebar. Check it.

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“Soon Enough” by The Constantines might just be my favourite song of 2005. I almost get weepy when I listen to it.

Gender dysphoria, new-house euphoria and iambic pentameter

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Stupid Blogger…I tried to post this Saturday but it didn’t work, so it’s been sitting in a tmp file on my desktop for three days. Also: stupid me for forgetting about it.

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We finally got to see Transamerica (imdb | rotten tomatoes) last night, which was a must-see before the Oscars given what we’d heard about Felicity Huffman’s performance. She lived up to the billing too; it must’ve taken an incredible effort to walk, move, act and react like a man who was trying desperately to become a woman. And for a woman to be confident enough in herself to take a role that requires you to play a man trying to look like a woman…that must be on the rare side in Hollywood. Good for her. If she doesn’t win the Oscar, something is seriously wrong with the academy.

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CBGB moved into their new house today; we went over and had dinner with them. Couple of drinks too, to wind down the day and help GB forget about painting. We got Vietnamese from a nearby place called Mi Mi, which was pretty damn good…pork, shrimp & chicken, beef and chicken, some with rice, some with vermicelli. There were some spring rolls and sugar cane wrapped with shrimp and some other big salad roll-y things. Anyway, it was all good, especially when mixed with a Hacker Pschorr weiss bier.

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Yay, Jen Heil. Boo, Atlanta Thrashers.

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It’s funny how, despite studying Shakespeare throughout high school, it’s only recently that I’ve caught on to what iambic pentameter is.

15/70 = 21.4%

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I despise Plaxo. It was a bad idea when it was called Infotriever, and it’s still a bad idea.

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The difference between chocolate with 70% cocoa and chocolate with 85% cocoa is substantial. And not just math-wise. 85% tastes…powdery. 70% tastes smooth. Ladies and gentlemen, I think I’ve found the sweet spot. So to speak.

Hunting is for pussies

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OK…I’ve managed to hold off on making fun of Cheney for the whole shooting thing…the White House delay in reporting it, the blame-throwing, and the, you know, shooting of an old man in the face. But the part that really gets me is this ranch they were hunting on: you drive up to a spot where a bunch of birds — who’ve been raised in pens and had their wings clipped — are placed, you get out of the car and you shoot them. How fucking sporting. Just when you thought Cheney couldn’t be any more of a shit, he goes and one-ups you.

[UPDATE] By the way, The Daily Show was a tour de force last night. Crooks & Liars has the video.

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Oh, by the way…