The news is really weird lately. Like this story about the girl and the exploding bonbon. Poor thing.
Reviews for the Hulk seem to be mixed, but I’ll still go see it. When I was a kid, I religiously watched the Hulk TV series (the one with Lou Ferigno). The Hulk in the movie looks a little silly, like he OD’ed on steroids and protein shakes.
So the reason four firemen came to my door the other day was because the batteries on my wheelchair died and I didn’t have enough juice to get in the van so I could take it in for repairs. Apparently, it’s not unusual for them to get these kinds of calls for assistance. My nurse that day took one look at them and began tripping over her own tongue. My tax dollars at work.

Boy Breeds Beetles in Body: Read this story and try not to gag. Yeesh.
GW was stumping in Minnesota today. Meanwhile, his administration continues to ascribe the whole concept of global warming to the wild imaginations of some kooky left-wing scientists.
I was just about to leave work today when a young woman who is an attorney called me asking for advice on how to get into the field of disability law. We talked for a few minutes and I hope I was helpful, but I was reminded of being in the same situation only a few years ago. I graduated from law school with no clue as to what I wanted to do. I actually had concerns about even being to find a job–any job. But five years and four jobs later, I’m doing better than I had any right to expect.
I’m hoping to go see the New Pornographers at First Avenue next month. They, for lack of a better phrase, fucking rock. Maybe I can convince the super-cute girl who was in the elevator this afternoon to go with me.
And just to put everything in perspective, here’s a picture taken by the Hubble Telescope of the universe as it was twelve billion years ago:

In no particular order…
Tempted to get Radiohead’s new album. OK Computer was one of the best albums of the last decade, but Kid A and Amnesiac just left me feeling cold. BTW, the new album for the New Pornographers kicks ass. They’re coming to First Avenue in July and I hope to be there.
A new V? This miniseries from the 80s holds a special place in my heart even though it’s incredibly cheesy. I have vivid memories of begging my parents to let me stay up to watch it. It will be interesting to see what they do with this.
It’s sad that every new technology will sooner or later be used for prurient purposes. Case in point…

On Wednesday, I had the opportunity to present part of a CLE class (in Minnesota, attorneys need a certain amount of continuing ed credits to maintain their licenses). It wasn’t much; I just did a brief overview of assistive technology that can be used in the workplace. Much of the focus of the class focused on last year’s Minnesota Supreme Court opinion involving li’l ol’ me (which you can read here). We’re doing an encore on June 25th because of popular demand. Can my film debut be far behind?
Mainstream media has done a shit job covering this story, but on June 2nd the FCC is expected to hold a crucial vote that will make it much easier for one media conglomerate to own multiple newspapers and television stations in one market. Remember how much radio sucked after the 1996 Telecom Act? This would make Clear Channel look like a model of corporate restraint. Educate yourself about the issues by going here or here, and then go here to tell the FCC that the airwaves still belong to the people, not to Michael Eisner or Rupert Murdoch.

Nothing like writing forty pages and then realizing that it’s just not working. Shit. But I think this abortive effort might have the seeds of something better. And I just got another rejection slip. I only need a few hundred more to begin my wallpapering project.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to see Matrix Reloaded tomorrow evening. I’ve read some of the mixed assessments, but I’m not expecting much more than a couple hours of entertainment. The first film was great, but I don’t think it’s as original as many people think. Add some William Gibson, Japanese anime, kung fu cinema, Philip K. Dick, shake well and serve.
And perhaps I’ll move to this town.