Teenage Fanclub
I love these guys. All their songs are so pretty and jangly and poppy. And they have illegally adorable Glaswegian accents. Plus, I just like to say "Glaswegian". I don't get the opportunity to use that word as frequently as I'd like to. If I'm quick on the draw, and lucky, I might be able to find a ticket for Sunday's show. We'll have to see.
Friday, July 13, 2001 03:52 p.m.

Mmm, Magnets
The Suite-ettes & I are moving to much larger, much cheaper digs about 15 minutes away from our current lodgings. Now that nearly endless counter and wallspace is stretching out before me, the urge to acquire all manner of practically useless, but highly decorative, household knick-knacks that I've been depriving myself of all year long is rearing its rather inconvenient head. Topping my list today: Grand Royal refrigerator magnets.
Friday, July 13, 2001 03:50 p.m.

Toaster Toys
Toaster is such a great word. The crisp initial "t", the wide-open comfort of "oa", and the brisk yet whimsical functionality of the "ster" suffix make for a totally satisfying word experience. I have a friend who refers to anyone she feels affectionately towards as toasters, and it's just the most adorable term of endearment, ever. I should send her this link, as I think it'd be right up her alley. A museum of toasters is such a groovy idea, and a page featuring toaster toys is so charming that I wish I could pinch its little html-coded cheeks. I want the yawning daisy toaster. That's be a great band name: The Yawning Daisy Toasters. They're a twee punk outfit, given to playing Ronettes and Springteen covers. They bring home-baked cookies (which are tasty, but burnt on the bottom) to every gig. They knit their own very scratchy mittens. They make filthy prank calls to your granny. And they're wondering why the hell the classic Hello Kitty toaster isn't in that collection.
Friday, July 13, 2001 03:49 p.m.

Inspiration!
Pat Scales is completely the kind of librarian I want to be when I grow up. I should print this article out and keep it in my wallet for easy reference. Via librarian.net.
Friday, July 13, 2001 03:48 p.m.

Hee.
"Geriatrics and children alike thrill to the wholesome challenge of collecting the entire Psychedelic Republicans series. Mind-expanding conservatism was never more fun!" I love that Dick Cheney's spirit animal is the naked mole rat. Don't forget the desktops! Via quiddity, who has been nice enough to link to me, and whom I've been completely and quite foolishly ignoring. That won't happen again.
Thursday, July 12, 2001 11:02 a.m.

Uncomfortable
This is the best article I've read evaluating the creepy and disturbing Paula Poundstone case, her two, unrelated lives, and the effect that the allegations will have on both of them, regardless of the outcome of the case. Via Fresh Hell. Also quite valuable is the thread discussing this situation over at Fametracker. xeney's commentary is particularly interesting and well informed.
Thursday, July 12, 2001 11:00 a.m.

A New Jersey Literary Sensibility
"You want to know about New Jersey tough? 'At a recent panel discussion I arrived with a large rubber penis because I was the only woman on the panel and had to match the others' testosterone,' Ms. Evanovich said." Now that's my kind of author.
Thursday, July 12, 2001 10:58 a.m.

Happy Birthday, Scrubbles!
Matt's blog was born on my Bubbe's 82nd birthday. How about that? I first started posting entries on a regular basis on June 30, 2000, so I guess it's time for a modest, belated happy birthday entry to kerplink, too. I'll get around to it at some point, I'm sure.
Tuesday, July 10, 2001 08:14 p.m.

My New Addiction
Playing Jeopardy! online. Trivia is like junk food snacks for my brain. I must always have more more more!
Tuesday, July 10, 2001 08:13 p.m.

Doctress Neutopia Strikes Again!
Oh, my. This link is really for my sister the Printmaker, because the letter it leads to was written by someone she knew at Arcosanti a few years ago. Doctress Neutopia is the kind of person who will enter a room, announce her confidence in the coming of the Gaia Messiah (a rhyming deity! Hee!), and hold forth on the need for a lovolution in order to end war and bring peace to hu(wo)manity. I'm not kidding. Read it for yourself.
Tuesday, July 10, 2001 07:58 p.m.

LOSER
Every time I think of putting kerplink on a truly extended hiatus, and I mean absolutely every time, in the Colt 45 Billy Dee Williams smirking at the ladies sense of the phrase, either because I'm bored or cranky or just not finding anything worth writing about, I immediately begin to find interesting or thought-provoking links and get all excited about the very idea of a weblog again. Case in point: Clark Humphrey's book, Loser, an insider's view of the Seattle Music Scene of the early to mid 1990s. This looks like another great (and based on the excerpts posted on the page, very well written) reference book, one worthy of sitting on the shelf next to The Secret History of Rock.
Tuesday, July 10, 2001 07:51 p.m.