Ricky was kind enough to turn my blog into an SEO friendly one by writing me up a brand-new htaccess file. I have tried making them in the past to do similar work but my weakness with regular expressions has always stopped me from finishing the project. What does this mean to you, gentle reader? Not a whole lot. Essentially what it does is change the entries from looking like http://www.redzeppelin.org/entry.php?blogid=050107 to http://www.redzeppelin.org/050107. With the ? removed the blog no longer because so obviously database driven and the pages are considered more original than with a template style. It might need awfully exciting to you but it made my dog-day.
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First of all I'm sick, which is why there's been such a delay in entries. Onto Lost!
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In the spirit of pushing out rugrats, Jamie's sister gave birth last night to little Sport. They're going to name him Leonard Lee IV and have been battling for a nickname. Jamie's sister's mother-in-law is a little bit flaky and I've taken to her idea of calling him Sport. haha, it reminds me of college when my old roommate Kevin would be call me sport...or big guy...or coach. I guess the ironic part is that I am now in fact a soccer coach. Speaking of which, it's our team's last game on Saturday so I'm ditching Habitat to go watch them play a game for the first time. Since the new head coach took over the same week I started they've been undefeated but the games are on Saturdays at the same time as Habitat so I haven't been able to go. The head coach asked me if I'd like to continue to help out with his traveling team so I think I'll do that to ensure I get outside at least once a week.
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Man, I have been so sick since Thursday I barely was able to get off my contribution to Brian's Caption Contest. Since the rules say I can't directly solicit votes for mine, vote for the second-funniest one and that's probably mine.
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After making a Britney Spears-birthing-on-a-rug sculpture the same artist has come through with a Paris Hilton sculpture. Paris is going through an autopsy after a drunk-driving accident. Nasty. I admit that I might have seen The Simple Life a handful of times but I'm not sure why she's the toast of the town.
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Well that title sucked. I guess Ben and Devil don't combine very well. Anyway. Last night's episode was awesome! I don't think Jack and Juliet can be trusted even though they will make a compelling case next Wednesday in fighting off The Hostiles. Why didn't anyone come looking for the Dharma people after they all were killed? If this is some sponsored research wouldn't it be a little suspicious that everyone they sent had been replaced in the cameras by some smelly hippie? On another note, there's no way John Locke is dead. And wouldn't that grave have filled in by now unless it was very, very recent? And whatever happened with the second plane that crashed on the island at the end of Season 2?
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Yesterday I met with Dr. C about finishing my second masters and it looks like I have about a month to do one more "final" copy of the translation, write the prologue section and create a bunch of long examples. Unlike years past I actually want to do. Rather than coming up with philosophical reasons why this steaming hunk of text will have no scholarly impact I have simply outlined an area of my office wall with painter's tape where my degree would go (not that I have any of the real ones hung up anyway) and it needs to go there.
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After missing last month's 12 of 12 I sure wasn't going to miss this one (even if they did happen to fall on a non-updating weekend).
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I spent almost the whole day in the music library working on my thesis. What a drag. With only about two weeks before a working final draft to be done I plan on spending all of my time there until it gets done. I did discover that in the three years since my leaving that there is now a copy of a similar dissertation from the 1970s now available. You bet your butt I'm going to use it so I don't have to work through all of the Latin sections. Cited! Unfortunately, although I don't think Spanish has changed much in three years, I think a lot of this woman's work is just flat out wrong. She obviously didn't have Dr. C. She would smack that down!
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So Jerry Farwell is dead. One of the things that lead to my abandonment of Catholicism was that it seems so arbitrary for people to decide which groups God hates. My personal feeling on Farwell was that he was a hate-mongering white robe that needed tangible enemies of the church and he liberally attacked any group he felt could win more fervent support from his followers. As a member of "Immoral Minority" I guess he would condemn me to hell for thinking interracial marriage is a-okay and that needlessly bringing in children to the world that are not going to be cared for or loved is way better than deleting a ball of cells. Oh well, I'll try not to loose too much sleep over it.
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Even though nothing really happened I thought that was a pretty darn good episode of Lost. I hate to say this but I was *almost* sad that Charlie was going to die even though I've been rooting for him to die since practically day 1. I'm not really sure what's going on with that underwater station. I painstakingly made a near screenshot-quality drawing of the underwater station and I don't really understand how it can be completely submerged with a swim-in AND an air-filled room. I don't know much about liquid states but I'm pretty sure they move around and fill in where they can. And just because some hot chicks with guns live there I don't think that's enough for water to abandon one of its favorite properties. It was nice to see Rose and her husband again; I had forgotten they were still there. I would also like to know how many extras are still alive. Are the survivors down to only the main characters now? I guess all the questions will be answered in a two-hour finale next week.
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This weekend was mostly boring, filled with thesising and not playing poker. Jamie came back from Temple on Sunday. I cleaned the house in preparation for her return which included Raiding the army of paper wasps that had build a thriving community of stinging on my back screen door. With the Big Bopper out and only the rice-sized babies present I gave my whole back door a thorough coating of Raid. I haven't seen any of the wasps since. Bam. Take that.
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Last night Chris, Jamie and I made the trot over to CP to play some poker. Although I made both of my final tables (finishing 3rd and then 5th) my night was completely ruined by my inability to remember what cards I had in my hand. In the first game I had enough chips to stay alive until the first seven people went out but with two huge stacks against me I didn't really have much of a chance. The second game though, oh that second game, I had a ton of chips. I was bluffing up a storm and just raking in the chips. At the time of the hand I had the second-most at the table and was biding my time to take out the female, white-trash chip leader. Finally I got my chance with 2/4 suited; I wound up with a set of twos and kindly checked to her to lure her into my trap. Sure enough the snaggle-toothed slut raised me some paltry sum and I immediately re-raised all in. She flipped over top pair and I whipped down my 2/4. Except that it wasn't a 2/4, it was a 4/6. At some point I should have double checked my cards. Not only did I have trip twos, my five highest cards were on the table. I yelled some expletive starting with F and everyone at the table must have thought I was crazy. Oh well, at least I'm not a redneck. A snaggle-toothed redneck slut. Bam.
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Even though I have been as sick as a dog the past couple days I'm glad I was able to stay awake long enough to watch the season finale of Lost. Even though a lot happened I feel like it was on for more like 30 minutes instead of two hours. We picked up some good information: Jack will grow a beard and Kate will be still be hot post-island. I would have to imagine it was Locke's funeral that Jack attended but I guess it could be anyone's.
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You'll be pleased to know the final step to my 2nd masters, the dreaded thesis, is done. Hooray. Now, onto more exciting matters.
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With all but the administrative parts of my thesis done and Jamie out of town I'm celebrating. Last night Matt came over to work on some tunes. Now that Lost is over I might go play poker on Wednesdays. I've got the time.
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