GWB: Smirking Chimp, Hypnotized Chicken, or a stem-cell-fueled hybrid? "Must spread liberty - braaaaaaaawk! - must spread liberty." Discuss amongst yourselves - I'm packing.

Funny I don't see this in the pages of the WSJ, and especially not in their Cro-Magnon Op-Ed section. Read the reporter's letter, then tell me how the mission has been accomplished. Wake the fuck up, y'all.

Moving is gonna be a bitch. I've been packing over the last month, and I start to migrate stuff to my new place on Friday. Today I've unearthed old stuff in a small dresser (which had been in a closet for years). I think I stuffed all my sentimental crap from high school in there - epigrammatic and dogmatic buttons I used to wear, romantic doggerel I penned, even my old glue stick and T-square from when I worked on the high school newspaper (we pasted newsprint down, back in the days when dinosaurs and T.J. Hooker roamed the earth).

I found a couple of photos from my junior prom, and I remembered how rollicking and turbulent and joyous and heartbreaking that year was for me. I just did a search on my date's name. I haven't communicated with her since my first year in college, 13 years ago. She's an artist in Chico now. That's terrific. I was fantastically enamored of her, and it wasn't mutual. I wish I could've maintained a friendship with her instead of being unable to snuff the almost Wagnerian swell of emotions I kept for her (confessing as much to her was the nail in that coffin). I've found an email address for her. I wonder if I'd come off as a long-lost pal or an emotionally retarded chump if I contacted her just to say hi. The intentions aren't untoward; I'm just interested in seeing how life has treated her in the intervening years. Sigh.

The move itself is another Big Thing. For those who don't know me, I've been living at home since I moved back after college in '94. I'll now be living in a 1-bedroom apartment in San Francisco, a 2-minute drive from G and a 10-minute drive from work. I'm looking very much forward to it. In the meantime, I need to work on all the details - turning on utilities, getting stuff transported, new furnishings, etc.

One of things I'll probably be changing as a result of the move is my website host, to something a bit more economical. As a result, I'm expecting the subdomain for the blog (weblog.kipilman.com) will likely go away, but you'll still be able to access it at http://www.kipilman.com/weblog/.

Update 10/6/04: I changed hosts, but they allow for subdomains. Huzzah! weblog.kipilman.com continues as a valid address.

RIP Russ Meyer. May your headstone be a finely-chiseled marble pair.

Watching season 2 premiere of ESPN's Dream Job. This is the gene pool where new, progressively mongoloid spawns of the 12th-generation hacked/spliced DNA of Keith Olbermann and Dan Patrick are hatched. Why would they make Woody Paige and Stephen A. Smith – two guys who seem to believe that volume is a dandy substitute for profundity – judges for this thing? ESPN is the new MTV: a lame iteration of its former self that has strayed from what made it successful.