2003-01-18 10:44 a.m.
What's Shiny Today: Piggybacking on Other People's Diary Entries Edition
- As a coastal urban Californian who doesn't ski, I don't know much about snow.
But Daisy Janeane's tale of
what passes for
a snowstorm in Texas reminded me of a day that even
some of us snow-impaired types had the sense to find funny.
It was the day of a horrifying winter storm in Austin that left millimeters of ice on the ground. Imagine the horror and carnage! Traffic was tied up for hours and overambitious SUVs littered the median along Mopac. On the evening news, they had a reporter live on the scene to tell us about the bad weather, but they eventually had to rush him back to the studio because the weather was so nasty and dangerous. In the wild business of local news, you just can't take too many chances with your staff.
Anyway, earlier that day, I was walking to work, though we were all sent home after I got there, for our own safety. As I walked by one house with a tiny and mildly steep driveway, an old man came out of the house with a box of kosher salt and started shaking it out on the driveway.
- Speaking of Austin, I can't believe Roachhaus said in
this entry that we womenfolk
shouldn't click on his link to a boy-salon called Sexy Scissors.
Dude, that's prime comedy -- how could you try to deprive your female readers of this? In the
"catering to men's wishful thinking" department, I
especially like the photo on this page
of the stylist kneeling for a shoeshine. I know you and your truck and your mulletude are just
irresistible, Joe Bob Bubba Random Internet-Browser, but she's only going to be polishing
your shoes, you get what I'm saying?
He doesn't know it yet, but next time we're in Austin, TheBoy's gonna get sent on a reconnaisance mission. Only the best for my one loyal reader, since I know you don't get out so much any more.
- The corrupting tentacles of my Precious have me doing
something I've never done before... watching reality TV. Now, as LisaMcC
wisely points out, it's hard to pass up an opportunity to watch
Corey Feldman, and he lays himself out nicely
here in all his mewling, needy, dickheaded attention-slut glory. It's touching to see that an actor
who's worked so rarely lately is still so devoted to his art. Besides,
Uncle Bob asked us to watch since he's
doing the recaps for Television Without Pity, and
after all he's done for Diaryland it's time to give back a little.
But this show -- that's something I'm going to hell for watching. I'm hoping I can win my soul back on schadenfreude points, which will ideally demonstrate to all concerned that I'm watching, but don't actually, y'know, care. But if that doesn't work, Hammer's an A's fan and a man of the cloth, so if I ask nicely, play on our common baseball love and keep on watching his show, maybe he'll help me out.
Maybe. Guess I could spot him a loan, too.