Joss Whedon. Eliza Dushku. Tim Minear. FOX. A seven-episode commitment. A show called Dollhouse. WHEDONesque. E! Online. TV Guide. Variety. TV Week. LA Times. And, of course, our new subforum at the PDX Browncoats boards.
By the way, at some point last night the Boston Red Sox won their second World Series sweep in four years, after an 86-year drought. Pardon the lack of having mentioned this by now, but last night was a little drunken, what with the pitcher of beer (or, rather, a gift certificate which covered the cost) I won and the champagne that mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. And then, of course, this morning was a little sluggish in the head. For now, I’m going to sit down and very deliberately savor a Denver omelette.
Please tell me that someone will be attending the Answers in Genesis Conference next weekend across the river in Vancouver.
Why, besides the obvious reasons, do I want to win tomorrow and sweep the Colorado Rockies? Because on the mound for the Red Sox will be Jon Lester. Together with tonight’s heroes, Dustin Pedroia and Oregon’s own Jacoby Ellsbury who went 4-for-5 with three doubles, Lester represents the future of the team. Considering that in the wake of the game becoming a tight 6-5, the Red Sox’ response (led, in fact, by Pedroia and Ellsbury) was to take back the game, Game Four looks to be, at the very least, interesting.
Following up on reading Matthew Chapman’s 40 Days and 40 Nights, I’ve now started in on Edward Humes’ Monkey Girl, another of the three books out there about the Dover Panda Trial. There’s one passage in particular in the first section (in which Humes sets some of the national context for the dispute) worth sharing here.
On the subject of the previous post, a local weekly is hosting a discussion of the proposed OLCC rules changes to permit minors at music venues, yet doing so at a bar, which of course excludes minors and precludes their ability to be present to represent their own interests. If the weekly in question had been Weak Willy, the staff of The Portland Mercury (which links the words “Willamette Week” to the AARP) would tear them a new one and froth about the hypocrisy. Alas, in fact it is the Merc which is hosting this event, and claiming that it’s not hypocrisy, but merely “irony”.
You have until November 13 to tell the OLCC to allow alcohol-serving music venues (and theaters and art spaces) to permit minors on the premises. Don’t get it? Click through and read up. And then tell the OLCC that you support the proposed rules change.
First came the announced possibility that the SCI FI Channel would split the twenty episodes of the fourth’s season (the show’s final) into two 10-episode mini-seasons, one in 2008, the other not until 2009. And now comes the news that whatever the decision on that point, the season isn’t even going to start airing until… next April.
It wasn’t until late this afternoon that I had the time to deal with it, but over the past two days I’ve received four telephone calls — one from a law firm, the other three from the same private investigator somewhere in Eugene. Judging by the first call, they are trying to establish someone’s alibi. All of these calls were seeking to get in touch with someone who isn’t me, who doesn’t have this number which I’ve had for years. In fact, that’s pretty easy to establish simply by Googling my telephone number. Apparently, they don’t teach Google at private investigator school. Clearly, these people are not Veronica Mars.