In an attempt to polish up the rusty language skills, I worked my way through an interesting obituary (with the help of a dictionary in another tab of Firefox). I had only recently learned more about yé-yé music (courtesy of Radio Oh-la-la), so it was interesting to read about a Canadian artist in that genre. Most interesting, though, is the snippet of his big hit: the French language version of Doo Wah Diddy:

Quand je l’ai vue elle marchait seule dans la rue,
J’entendu wha diddy diddy dam di di dou,
Elle ondulait des hanches comme une ingénue,
J’entendu wha diddy didididam dididou,
Les yeux bleus (les yeux bleus)
la taille fine (la taille fine),
Les yeux bleus la taille fine
j’en suis presque devenue fou

I’m going to go ondulerai!

I don’t know whether to be reassured that everybody’s kids want to eat nothing but chicken fingers, or driven to a firmer resolve to encourage more gustatory diversity.

The bee problem (known officially as Colony Collapse Disorder) may not be as bad (yet) as I had imagined: The symptoms have happened before; even if all European honeybees die, they’re responsible for only 30% of global agriculture’s pollinating; and in their absence, other pollinators will usually fill the niche. Almonds seem to be especially affected, with a large proportion of the available mobile honeybee hives trucked in for the bloom in January.

All American Beef Pizzle! Which should totally be the name of a band. Instead, it’s a dog chew, contaminated with Salmonella (towards the end of the alerts). I am so proud of yet another product of Washington State.

Their opening act would be Muscle Pig IV. Which should contain sulfathiazole, but actually contains sulfamethazine.

How long until this mysterious illness is an episode of House, MD? Oh, who cares. Even the lovely and talented Hugh Laurie can’t save it for me. It’s a turd on toast of unmotivated character actions and ridiculous costuming. TV sucks.

Partly because we could, and partly because it’s a cool word. My best guess as to what it means in context (and yes, I’m a very bad fanboy; I read issue one only because it was convenient, and have not yet read any subsequent issues) is that it’s being used as a peculiar synonym for Jotun (Mimir, the thrice-wise, was one). They were giants, Dawn got all big, that’s how the math appears to me today to work. There’s no clear indication, as far as my librarian and I can tell, that it means anything other than “really wise” in the original, but the Eddas are full of threes, so three wisdoms that we’re overlooking wouldn’t entirely surprise me.

Here are the top five cover stories that alternative papers should avoid in order to prevent irate parents from complaining that the paper is in the library lobby where their six year old could see it, based on a true incident involving Seattle Weekly cover art that featured the words “Fuck School.”

Santa Claus: We Prove He Isn’t Real
Matches: Super Fun
Plastic Bags: the New Hip Toy
The Best Ways to Kick and Punch Friends and Family
Five-Second Rule? More Like Five Minutes!

Well, that was quick. A thing many posters at Whedonesque don’t seem to get is that Tim has a development deal with Fox (the studio, not the network), so they’re paying him whether the series works or not. Yeah, there won’t be another episode order, but it’s not like he would have gotten kickbacks on the ad sales, anyway. He’ll be back.

In today’s movie adventure, my date and I saw Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters and Hot Fuzz. ATHF was, I believe, as good as it could possibly be, with the opening bit better than I could have imagined. I was a little surprised and disappointed that the performance wasn’t Dethklok, but it was still wonderful.
I feel like HF was trying to do too much, but it was still okay.
The real surprise, though, was the previews. I wanted to go see every movie previewed at ATHF except one, and that one I would Netflix, though I might not make it past the first five minutes. Those movies?
Knocked Up
Waitress
Superbad
1408 (my date did not want to see this one, but John Cusack and Sam Jackson sold me despite Stephen King)
The Condemned is the one I would Netflix and wish it was Battle Royale.
Wow, you’re saying to yourself, Craig sure is a big girl. But Seth Rogan and Nathan Fillion, man! They’ve created ideal date movies for nerds. But why?

The rush to grab every possible domain name seems to have slowed down a whole lot, because Buffy Season 8 Issue 1 has been out there for more than a month, and thricewise.com and thricewise.org were both still available a few minutes ago (thricewise.everything-else still is, as far as I recall or care).

I bet somebody already grabbed the gmail address, but I don’t care enough to check.