Finally, a plausible scenario, courtesy MediaFreeze at Kos.
Via Skippy, whom I had lunch with yesterday and realized I had actually seen many times on TV. (There’s a reason he claims to be a Kangaroo. Beyond the sheer glamour of having a pouch and all.)
Prisoner of Trebekistan got a really nice blurb from Ira Glass of This American Life the other day. Yippee!
Wow. I’ve been a fan of the show for many years. I’m truly thrilled. Starting to think the book won’t be a total fiasco after all.
You’ll soon see Ira’s full blurb and a bunch of other stuff on a section of this site just for the book itself. I’ll be working on that in the background for a whiile, so if the main blog slows down for a few days, I’m just putting up other stuff you’ll see (and, I hope, really enjoy) later on.
The Trebekistan page will probably have the usual book stuff
Finally buying a fancy new Mac to replace this old and slow piece of recycler-bait I’ve been using.
Weirdly, the first three times I got to the order page, this computer crashed the browser just before I could place the order.
I assume there’s a rational explanation, that this was simply because there was something weird in one of the site’s ads that was causing the crash. But still.
I wonder if the machine I’m working on dreams of unicorns. I hope I don’t start dreaming of them myself.
Didn’t work for Zidane in the World Cup, anyway.
Dang. A few minutes earlier, the guy misses scoring the probable winning goal by mere inches, after staying in the game after what was clearly a painful injury. Would have been an incredible way to finish a great career. It’s Michael Jordan hitting the game-winner against Utah, only while playing hurt, and in front of a billion people.
Instead…
Ouch.
Still, congratulazioni, Italia! And at least now we don’t have to be yelled at by Cantona during every commercial break anymore.
Just for that, I’ll call it a good day.
With great affection for Robert Indiana.