Woops.

While looking for photographic evidence to back up my abject fear of the Teeth of Kirsten Dunst, I’ve discovered a hobby far more pathetic than … well … blogging: taking photos of yourself with (or near) celebrities.

If that’s not bad enough for you, how about getting your own custom-made PC games?

Developers! Developers! Developers! Developers!

E is for Edward, who drew books with scary pictures.

Megan and I realized that her 2000 Pontiac Grand Am was falling apart and losing value fast. Their recent low-interest promotions were great sales promoters but also dampened the used market, where interest rates are more typical. We didn’t want to hold on to a car that was in need of increasingly frequent repairs, and we also didn’t want to sell it and take an unreasonable equity hit.

So she traded it in last night and got a great deal — on a Lexus IS300. Cool.

I did more social things Saturday than I normally do in months. I should probably never admit this in public.

I met Laura downtown at Innovox, as usual, because I’m lame and only know how to get to that one place. From there, we went to the High Museum of Art to see the exhibit of the “Later Works of Edvard Munch.” The museum was fairly nice, although I’m not sure what compelled the members to spend a few thousand dollars on random junk collected from Ebay and call it art. The Munch exhibit, which would be more appropriately entitled “Everything that Edvard Munch Did Except For The Scream Which We Couldn’t Find”, was fairly nice, although it did prove the concept that not every painting an artist does is worth hanging on the wall.

Ooh! Just in time for Halloween: take a look at this photo collection of spooky towers, spooky graveyards and other spooky places. It’s just spooky!

CompUSA Sucks.

Yesterday, Robert and I stopped by CompUSA. Once at the register, the cashier informed us that there would be a 5 minute wait before we could be helped, as someone had just made a very large cash purchase. Rather than waiting, my friend put his purchase back on the shelf. I told the cashier to inform his management that the arbitrary hold-time due to the large cash purchase just cost Compusa about $200. The cashier then stated that his management was much happier about the large cash purchase and wasn’t very concerned about the loss of $200. I then advised the cashier to inform his management that while the hold-time cost Compusa $200, the cashier’s poor attitude cost Compusa two customers.

A parable for our times: “The Crow and the Owl“, by Louise Szente.

Ding Dong Kingdom. Sounds like a vacation spot for fat people.