Weekend fun for when it's too hot to go outside:

From Unfogged:

Think you're clever? Well, fuck you, clown.


The comment thread is so funny it's frightening.

Couch of the Day (see, I told you I'd be back to the same old shit):

It's really totally fixed now - I think.

I'm not really digging the piss-yellow template, though.

So what happened was my template got corrupted somehow - hence that display of gibberish you saw.

After getting ZERO help from blogger's usually wonderful tech support, I actually had a Live Journal user suggest changing the template.

So, hopefully it's fixed.

Just so you know, this blog is (and has been for quite some time) mirrored on Live Journal (I hate their compose interface, so no moving over there), although I've been lazy about archiving over there, so it's not quite up-to-date yet (please don't link there, either - it's just a backup and I don't update it very often).

Don't even start suggesting services that cost money - early on I made a deal with myself that I wouldn't get all type-A and empty my bank account on pimping out a weblog (or paying for traffic spikes, you hotlinking motherfuckers).

Blogroll will be back as soon as I can muster up the courage to start editing the template again.

I have no idea what's going on.

I'm trying to get Blogger's tech support to look at it.

UPDATE: It's fixed, but at the cost of my entire sidebar (not such a big deal - I was thinking about taking out all the blog-rating buttons anyway - all they do is piss me off, and the blogroll's easily rebuilt).

Thanks a lot, Blogger.

Actually, no thanks at all to Blogger - they were absolutely no help despite my frantic emails, and that's unusual, since I've found their tech support to be pretty good given that I don't pay anything.

I guess they were busy today.

Anyways, I'm off to bed (it's now almost 11 pm).

I'll be back to the same old crap before you can say "What the fuck happened?".

I'm too hot for my tool belt.

From an article in the LA Times:

"The cool ocean breezes and clouds that meteorologists call Southern California's natural air conditioner broke down this year, creating record heat that is expected to continue through October."

Oh, I don't want to hear that - it's way hotter than normal for this time of year, and two people I know have gotten heat stroke in the past ten days.

The Local 80 Goddess was working at one of those 'movie ranches' (you know the ones - with the photogenic 19th century Western-style facades, artfully rutted dirt roads and nary a power line or highway overpass in sight - yeah, those are all located in the city's hottest suburbs) and collapsed in the 110 degree heat, which resulted in her being a guest in the ICU. Last I talked to her, she'd progressed to being allowed to walk around the block - only if it wasn't too hot out.

The other person didn't collapse, but started to feel really crappy in the lunch line and was able to recognize the signs of heat-related problems in time to get to the hospital before things got really bad, but still admitted to not feeling so great a few days later.

I'm sitting on the couch with a fan aimed directly at me, moving only in order to go sit someplace with air conditioning (I've used up all my movie passes and I've seen all the summer movies twice, but cool air's cool air), but I'll be working soon enough and Murphy's Law being what it is, I'll probably get sent to some far-flung inferno where I'll be expected to remain alive for 14 hours despite the heat.

Production doesn't stop just because it's insanely hot - just like it doesn't stop when it's freezing cold, windy, or raining toads (they'd just have the set dressers clear them off with a shovel).

I think you have to fuck up an actor before a show temporarily shuts down - but not always even then. Mr. Movie Star had a story about getting hit in the head so hard that he saw double and being expected to complete the scene anyways because they were running behind that day.

Or maybe Mr. Movie Star was just being overly dramatic.



Couch of the Day: