I’d heard that BSG is a lot better now than it was in the 1970s so I thought I’d give it a try. Whoever put that box set together should be taken to the woodshed, though, because there’s this miniseries that they include with season one. So if you’re on netflix it is apparently impossible ever to order the correct disc to start out with. Or perhaps that’s the point — don’t try this with netflix — and the person who put the box set together is a genius.

Anyway, the bit I watched (before deciding that something was wrong and I needed to reboot) looked halfway decent. But I miss the 1970s vintage Cylon-Raider spacecraft.

Uggh. The lad brought it home for the weekend, and the rest of us had it by Sunday night.

I really don’t see much need for comments on this blog. (If you want me to benefit from your thoughts, send me an email. If you want the rest of the world to see your thoughts, set up your own blog and link to whatever it is here that you are commenting on.) But I couldn’t figure out a way to configure that when I set this blog up. So we have comments.
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In lieu of actually tending to this blog, perhaps offering a thought or two to the marketplace of ideas, I will fall back on the time-tested strategy of cat-blogging. Here is a picture of Kowalski (l) and Rico (r).

As of this writing, Rico has fallen into the filled bathtub once and Kowalski never. Although Kowalski did hop into the tub once when it was being used as a shower. He didn’t complain the way Rico had, but simply hopped back out.

As you know, I live a sedentary lifestyle; the only exercise I get is on my elliptical trainer at night, when I also watch movies (and occasionally TV shows) on the DVD player.

This being the new year, I have closed the books on last year, and here’s the hard data on 2006.
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Every day I get about 15-20 comment spams here. I think that’s about the total number of readers I’ve had since I started my first blog.

I’m going to have to get tough. I figured that it would be enough to make all comments go to moderation, that the spammer wouldn’t post 4 more comments if the first one hadn’t shown up yet. But no. So I’m going to have to find out what sort of plugins are available to auto-delete this junk.

(Sorry for not posting, by the way. It’s not that deleting comment spam takes that much time. I’m just busy is all.)

This town doesn’t sell a 4-cup measuring cup. Not even the plastic ones. Forget Pyrex.

It’s an hour drive down to PSP (Palm SPrings, from the airport code; has nothing to do with handheld game consoles) and if the trip I made to get my new glasses a couple of weeks ago is any indication, things won’t be any better there. (But the 2-cup measuring cups will cost half-again as much there, so that’s something.)

In other news, I wrote a paragraph for the family Christmas letters. The best part assumes you watched SNL back in the 1970s and saw the routine where Garrett Morris goes into a church for absolution, and the priest (Dan Akroyd) uses a computer as part of the process. But nobody remembers that, so it will have to go, in the final letter. (Not “go in”, but “go, in”).

Here’s three things off the top of my head.

Famotidine, for GERD (since at least 1975).

Guaifenesin, particularly during cold season.

Ibuprofen, for an assortment of (mild) RSIs, including arthritis, carpal tunnel syndrome, and tennis elbow.

The amazing thing about these cheap OTC meds is that Croesus and Louis XIV couldn’t afford any of them.