Just don’t be a total mammal and shoot your DNA all over the place. It sickens them.

Something something risk compensation

I haven’t found it to be one, in large part because the light timing in Amsterdam pretty much negates any incentive to drive quickly (once I found myself at a light next to an Aston—the Aston roared off when the light turned green, but for the next few lights I’d always catch up to him). Also, in the spirit of…

I was reading this comment when someone tapped onto my shoulder and said hi.

Why did I read “The Females were okay” in Wallace Shawn’s voice?

The Joffrey in Chicago still puts on the reconstructed Nijinsky version from time to time—I thought it was pretty incredible last time I saw it, and if you’re planning on taking a trip at some point in the future it might be worthwhile to try to align it with a showing (don’t know how often they do it, though).

TV

I was lucky to see A Serious Man with a Jewish friend, who was able to give me some of the stuff I’d missed after the movie finished (still loved it while watching it, though).

If that wormhole leads anywhere strange, it’s the comments.

WHERE’S FARSCAPE?

That did happen to my dad, but that was the East German police and he was reading Le Monde.

Your move, Dissolve.

CounterpointAlternate greatest loss: Raw-dogged in the bathroom

Ha! My friend who taught English in Russia said almost the exact same thing!

Wait, what is this a reference to?

Also, AVC, don’t mess with your archives. I still revisit and send old Random Roles to people—should link rot set in here and we essentially lose those articles it would be terrible.

When I lived in Chicago every Thursdays after getting off of work I’d grab my Onion and then climb up the steps to my ‘L’ station. It’s a ritual I miss.

Anything is possible with Alien Jesus.

Which, in a convenient tie-in to this week’s theme, was Planet Nineties.

On a related note, I’m shocked that Virgin Galactic has agreed to all these network tie-ins. Safe spaceships aren’t networked!