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And it's terrible make that sort of joke about Peter Weller, Ph.D.

So let's call him Professor Buckaroo Banzai instead.

The Lovely One, having despaired over seeing my messy cable drawer (all nerds have a cable drawer; here's an exploded view of a typical example), was inspired to conceive of "Cableland" as the place where lost, unloved cables go.

First, let me say that I think the French Connection UK brand is beyond cheeky. I gotta wonder about why you would want to wear their logo on your body.

Of course, given that it now seems okay for even teenagers to wear "TNA" clothing and all manner of other curious slogans, I think I've lost this battle.

The important lesson to take from The Prestige is that magicians are evil and should all be destroyed.

I liked it.

The Lovely One and I went to see this movie on Friday night (it beat out Rocky Balboa because it was slightly cheaper, and slightly closer. I also guessed correctly that the cheap theatre would make me sit through fewer ads, and I was right. There was one trailer and zero ads before the feature. Explain to me again why I go to first-run theatres?).

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My snow bike

My snow crank

So there's, roughly speaking, a 5-way tie for first in the Northwest division, where our beloved Canucks play.

I think our division this season is the story of five rather good teams just tearing the crap out of each other. Every one of these teams is playoff-quality, but their points relative to the rest of the league are hamstrung by their lack of chances to play cruddy teams.

Or at least, I hope so. I can't find a smoking gun stat to prove it.

I called a 'cross ride for today, because I'm a nut. The ride turnout was dampened by lousy weather and hangovers, but five doughty souls showed up at Calhoun's at 1300 this afternoon. Due to the disreputable outlaw nature of this ride, I will use pseudonyms to identify the participants. We grabbed some beers, filled up our water bottles (I can highly recommend Unibroue's Fin du Monde as a sports beverage), and packed a few Shaftebury's for the road. There was only one rule we abided by that day: no team kit.