Oh, man. Fred Phelps and his ass-monkeys are planning to picket at the funerals of the people killed at Virgina Tech. I am not making this up, but I sure wish I were.

Well, the funeral is in southern virginia, where many people have guns for hunting and recreational purposes (no judgment!). They will be looking to punish someone. Perhaps God has decided that it will be Phelps.

Holy cow, season one of WKRP is finally coming out on DVD!!: [link]

I wonder how they've resolved all those music rights issues.

I wonder how they've resolved all those music rights issues.

From the reviews it doesn't sound as though they have. One person said they had seen an advance release and they cut the episodes to remove music.

Aw, so it's the cut versions from syndication...hmm, I wonder if it's still worth it.

Bah! to the WKRP cuts. I almost bought S1 of Soap yesterday.

I seem to have come down with a cold since leaving home. I feel like ass.

From the reviews it doesn't sound as though they have. One person said they had seen an advance release and they cut the episodes to remove music.

Which is just sad-making. Sigh.

I lurked at TT, and Jilli, who I knew only vaguely at the time, told me when Buffy came up in conversation at a Gothy thing, where you all had got off to, which is how I found WX.

I keep expecting to meet fans accidentally and find out that we actually know each other from online, but thus far, it hasn't happened. (Things like that *used* to happen to me all the time, too.)

Clocky is finally out of prototype!

The alarm clock that runs away and hides when you don't wake up. Clocky gives you one chance to get up. But if you snooze, Clocky will jump off of your nightstand and wheel around your room looking for a place to hide.

Shag Clocky!.

"Mom! You aren't taking care of me!" says the sick kid, who is supposedly taking a nap in her bed.

I'm sick too, you know! Who is taking care of me?

I'm sick too, you know! Who is taking care of me?

I have found this to be the key drawback of being a grownup.