It’s not that I dislike Scott Bakula, or think he is an unworthy actor. It’s not that at all. For some mysterious reason, though, the thought of him playing a lead on a Star Trek series makes my brain itch. In a bad way. In fact, everything remotely believable that has come out so far about “Series V” has made me want to pack up my Spock ears and run for the hills. Premonitions of suckitude, or are the slimmer and slimmer chances of a DS9 movie getting made finally sinking in?

That’s it. I’m having a T-shirt printed: I (heart) Greg.

So when he was making all that noise about “faith-based initiatives,” he was talking about his fiscal policy?

I’ve had a goatee (or whatever you call this) for about a month now. To think I actually used to wonder how they managed to sell something so destined to eventually lie in the bottom of a closet as a goatee and mustache trimmer. Bzzt. Wrong. The scissors-and-comb thing is getting very old.

Oh, yeah, I finally saw Fight Club. I could see how some intelligent (straight, male) people might see deeper meaning in it all, but in the end, to me, it was just a story about a highly-functional schizo. With a lot of blood. And Jared Leto’s frighteningly blond hair.

Question: How long have the main, bio, and contact links in the sidebar been broken? Answer: Since then. Question: Considering that no one said anything, how punished are the regular readers of this site that I can actually track down? Answer: Very. (I am Jack’s feigned moral outrage.)

Oy. I’m beginning to feel that Neale closed the Dark Ages a little early. Not something I wanted to know about, to be honest. There are two comments, I’m talking about the first. Fair warning: you may be left wishing you hadn’t read it, too.

I can’t seem to rid myself of the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that this gives me. I’m far from the old-school folks who still lament the death of Usenet, but I’ve still seen too many cool things die in my time to avoid wondering if I’ve just witnessed the beginning of the end. And in Slate, of all the…

This looks absolutely nothing like me. Not that my StorTrooper did…

Great. I have a choice next January 8th, thanks to the Oregon legislature. I can either celebrate my anniversary, or… Elvis Day. My question actually isn’t whether they have better things to do. It’s why, out of three-hundred and sixty-five days, they chose that one. (via MeFi)

Another minor meme I missed: the birthdate / #1 single thing. There was probably a cosmic hand at work trying to prevent me from knowing that it was Endless Love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie, but now I’ve gone and messed it up. As a side note: Oh. Dear. God.

See how gay you are, from a British perspective. Interesting is that the cultural divide does play a role (or maybe it’s just that I haven’t yet gotten around to buying those leather pants), as I got a 35%. Wrong! (via Brad)

‘hoblog version 5.0: Darker. This is the first time I’ve ever coded with all the tools at my disposal, noted that it didn’t look exactly the same in older browsers, and then didn’t care. It degraded fairly well. The template was a third the size of the previous design, translating into faster browsing. The fact that the line breaks that Blogger generates somehow cause NS4/Win to place a random, useless gray stripe across the top of the page did phase me for a little bit, but then I threw up my hands. So here you go. My first design that’s just a little bit uglier in the browser I myself use on a day-to-day basis. They say it will only hurt for a little while, and then it will be glorious.

Catching up on tests I missed: The Bem Sex Role Inventory. Results: Your Femininity Score is 4.7. Your Masculinity Score is 4.65. You are sex-typed in neither direction. You are androgynous. Another probably-useless node in the dataset.