Things blow up, he looks good.
Possibly one of the most painstakingly compiled guide to the latest 007 flick. If I wasn't inimately acquainted with the inner workings of X-Philedom, I'd probably be frightened by this.
[She spake thus on Sunday, November 21, 1999 at 07:17 p.m.]

BWHAHAH!
According to this poll, Sporting News readers think Ken Griffey Jr. should be traded to Siberia. Isn't it sweet how we can all band together and come up with a majority vote like that?
[She spake thus on Sunday, November 21, 1999 at 07:03 p.m.]

So, who's going to serve the turkey?
Apparently, Ask Jeeves is going to have a float in the Macy's parade. I had no idea. Now I'm more than a little frightened. Aside from the fact that the search engine has never been able to properly answer anything I've asked it (what, you can't recognize sarcasm?), it's constantly telling me I don't know how to spell. So I can relate...and hope that the float hits a lamppost.
[She spake thus on Sunday, November 21, 1999 at 06:55 p.m.]

Um...argh!
Tip: Do not go here if you are easily disoriented and/or prone to color/movement-induced seizures. Seriously.
[She spake thus on Sunday, November 21, 1999 at 06:48 p.m.]

Smoke blows out of the scoreboard at the Arena Formely Known as the Marine Midland
In which Meg reads an article and thinks: "Hey, he's right!" then gets distracted by the strange blue ice-like background.
[She spake thus on Sunday, November 21, 1999 at 06:41 p.m.]

They like to honor me every April
Getting Real. Now here's a place I haven't been in roughly forever. Let's play theme pita, shall we? All sites on this 'ere edition of my funky fresh weblog will be found via Gettting Real in one capacity or another. Weehoo. Stop sounding so damn thrilled.
[She spake thus on Sunday, November 21, 1999 at 06:39 p.m.]