Archive for March, 2005



I. Was. Right.

I dislike weblog entries about inane shit like the gas bill, so I hid this one in the extended entry.

To everyone who wrote to say that it’s not crazy to question a $277 gas bill: you rule. For the past several years (years, people!) the maintenance guy and the landlord have told me […]

Format change

Recently-released Arbitron and Nielsen ratings show that the Philadelphia market can no longer support a weblog specializing in phony art reviews and complaints about the resurgence of 80s fashion.
Therefore, on Friday, March 11th, Good Grief! will go off the air, and the doesthisblogmakemybuttlookbig.com domain will be turned into a male porn site. Becky S […]

Salvador Dali wasn’t the only surreal thing happening at the Philadelphia Museum of Art yesterday. Legwarmers, a surreal fashion trend, made an appearance in the gallery full of ants and decomposing donkeys. Compare and contrast to MoMA’s patrons, who wear their underwear on the outside.

Surrealism was in full swing at the museum’s Dali […]

Dali on coffee?

It’s a good thing they’re advertising Salvador Dali on our morning coffee. Otherwise, we never would have known about the big exhibit in town.
It’s almost as strange as those beer coasters advertising Ken Burns documentaries.

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Offline life was productive this week:

Re-organized work e-mail filing system. Although the new scheme is the electronic equivalent of cleaning the apartment by shoving shit in the closet and under the bed, it’s refreshing to see an inbox with less than twenty e-mails.
The guy I tutor has recovered from recent surgery, so we resumed our […]

Back in January, I complained about the barbaric practice of waxing away unwanted hair.
Excellent news! I was browsing through my John Hohman book of mysterious and invaluable remedies and found this entry (page 24):
A remarkable passage from the book of Albertus Magnus.
It says: If you burn a large frog to ashes, and mix […]

He is drowning in a .NET connection pool, which does not look like fun. But the big issue of the day is soulless office park basketball data.
Boss-across: I can’t figure out how to weight our horse statistics.
Becky: What?
Boss-across: As we play more games, the individual scores start dropping because of the way we run these […]

Becky: Hello, is George there?
Switchboard: May I tell the President who’s calling?
Becky: It’s me—Becky S.
Switchboard: Hello, Becky! Just one moment.
President Bush: Hi, Becky. I was gonna call you, but someone hacked into the address book of my cell phone, and I had to replace the whole thing. Lost a bunch of numbers.
Becky: Is that how […]