First up: the new phenomenon that is sweeping the nation (or possibly just filling up a few column inches that an editor desperately needed to fill. You decide): Google Stalking. Cower in fear as a person who has a passing interest in you decides to see if you have a history on the Internet, and discovers that you once got involved in a Superman vs. He-Man argument. Or that you got bitch-slapped by Roger Stern. At least Warren Ellis never told me to kill myself. I think.
The Internet. Helping the neurotic to become even more so.
Of course, there's the beneficial flipside; speaking entirely hypothetically, if somebody you like turns out to be a possible member of PETA, it's probably a good idea to be prepared beforehand, just in case she doesn't react well to a suggestion of a steak dinner (also, it might be advisable to look for pick-up lines in places other than Leonardo DiCaprio films. Just saying). (there's far too many parentheticals in this entry. Cut it out —Ed.) (Sorry) (Stop that —Ed.)
On a slightly different subject: Neko Case. A further indication that my taste in music is faltering rapidly, or quite good? I can't decide.
I finally got around to doing my first homework for the Technical Writing course today. It turns out that I was right in thinking I could do it in an afternoon, but next time, I'll try and get it done a little bit earlier than two days before the deadline. And not get distracted by anime series featuring normal and genetically-enhanced humans beating each other up via the use of huge mecha battle suits. I promise.
Time to play Tumble Dryer Lottery again. I'm working up to a full "Why doing the washing in America is quite annoying indeed, actually" post, but in the meantime, just understand that not all tumble dryers are created Equal.