Today a stranger asked “Don’t I know you?”, which happens all the time; I must have a generic face — but it seemed especially funny after watching a lot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, in which anyone with a speaking part is likely to be Not What They Seem. This bit, at the end of the second season, came to mind:
Joyce: Have we met before?
Spike, politely: You hit me with an axe once.
A curiosity in “Whatever Happened to George Foster?”, an episode of Danger Man: Drake fans a handful of US currency, showing several tens and twenties and one single. The single (alone) is obviously fake: the cartouche in the visible corner is all wrong.
Funny blunder in Buffy, episode “What’s My Line” (2:9-10). Drusilla’s ritual needs to be at new moon; but as the sun is setting, she says, “The moon is rising.” (The new moon rises and sets with the sun.) [Later: In the same episode, Spike says “full moon”. So maybe I misheard elsewhen. Later still: I did not mishear; others have commented on the discrepancy.]
In the next episode, “Ted” (2:11), we see a blackboard in Jenny Calendar’s classroom – covered with snippets of BASIC code. Perhaps her brief possession by the demon Eyghon left its mark.
In “Bad Eggs” (2:12): Why does Sunnydale High have a room full of axes and hoes? Admittedly my school was small and didn’t have a lot of common hi-skool features (e.g. football), but I think I’d have learned by now if mining equipment were such a feature. — Also I’m fairly sure the word bezoar is misused.
Argh. My Linux box’s HD has somehow gone too corrupt to boot (or reinstall). I guess I need to find data-recovery service.
Meanwhile I’m using my old Mac – too old for MacOS X, and therefore too old for Mozilla. I’m stuck with Netscape 4.5, which cannot digest Unqualified Offerings.
Later: I got a new disk, installed Linux on that, and copied my old stuff over; the rot apparently did not affect the content.
Quoth the ever provocative Brian Micklethwait:
Evolutionary Biology is a bandwagon with too much momentum for a few clapped out Marxists to halt it, and if the Evolutionary Biologists decide that Hayek matters, he matters.
Prediction: in twenty years time most of the biologists will be better economists than most of the economists.
Had a job interview today. Filled out yet another tedious application, waited another ten minutes, and quickly learned that what they want ain’t me.
I get so tired sometimes.