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Watched Lost season finale with J last night with, for some reason, American commercials (that's not usual). Somewhat disgusted by the extent to which George Lucas has pimped out his characters to Pepsi, Burger King, et al. Then there was the Bud Light commercial:

HOUSE-HUNTING WIFE: I can't stand being in this house! Just standing here makes me feel dirty!
REAL ESTATE AGENT: And now... the thing you HAVE to see! Look!
HUSBAND: *gasps*
REAL ESTATE AGENT: A beer tree!
HUSBAND: Honey... we're home.
WIFE: *looks annoyed*
ME: I would totally buy that house!
J: Me too! You could fix it up!
ME: And, beer tree!
REAL ESTATE AGENT: Nothing better than beer fresh off the tree!
J: Although there might be a bit of a security problem. Kids... damn drunken squirrels...
ME: I guess the squirrels could figure out how to open the bottles.
J: Or if not squirrels, definitely raccoons.
ME: Especially if they were twist-tops.
J: But hey, beer tree!

We didn't watch Alias, though.

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bookslut is always a rich mine of information. Today, I learned that:

"Female teachers... have traditionally gravitated toward girl-oriented literature - plots built around characters and social interaction. Such plots bore boys and might permanently affect their interest in reading, experts say."

Cue weeping for the fate of Western society.

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Don't forget! Sign up for the Ficathon! This is your chance to make Revenge of the Sith girlier, if that's your poison.

*sigh*

You would think I'd be used to starting a draft, getting 200 words in, and deciding it's all utter crap and I'm a hopeless writer who shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard. It always works out in the end, but I do wish I could either skip that preliminary step or not mind it so much.

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ooh, excitement!

Long ago, my children, in the days before the dot-com boom and Enron, we had old-fashioned stock market scandals. In Canada, they were about gold mining. And Canada's favourite gold-mining scandal ever, the Bre-X affair, popped back into the news today: Michael de Guzman, disgraced geologist thought to have died in a fall from a plane, may be alive.

Excellent.

(Edit: the Canada.com story has better details, including the multiple wives and more about the plane helicopter.)

on the off chance any of the participants see this...

International Hussy Weekend and NOLA partygoers, have a great time!

and for those who were concerned...

the article I was writing is fine. A little long and dense perhaps, but aren't they all. The only major problem is that the guy I want to get a quote from is away until Monday. Ordinarily I would go ahead and publish anyway but he is one of the co-authors of the study I'm writing up. Hmph. How dare he?

Anyway, thank you for the good wishes!