Thin veal cutlets . . .

ABCNEWS.com : Wienerschnitzel
A follow-up to a conversation on Tuesday. (I win!)

MIT Open Course Ware

You can get all smart and stuff, at least if you have really good reading comprehension skills and don’t need feedback, online for free now. Of course, MIT is just not MIT without the wacky pranks. See the syllabi, course resources, and so on for classes like “Does Poetry Matter” and “The Art of Counting”. Learn more. Via MetaFilter.

Horror movie, cont.

Oh, and FYI, Robin and I have worked out the title for our little Vincent D’Onofrio and the twins horror film:

Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen MUST DIE
(because they hate kittens)

Gender Genie II

This is interesting. When I put a passage from an UA article into the “gender genie”:

Let’s be honest. Before that blackout that took out a solid chunk of the Northeast this summer, call centers and outage management articles were probably the ones you flipped past with little interest. After all, such works don’t have the overarcing storyline of technology development, nor do they have the interesting twists of new engineering feats. On the contrary, call centers and outage management facilities are the Cinderellas of the utility industry. They’re there for the grunt work, but they never get the glory–until something goes horribly wrong. Unfortunately, then, this Cinderella’s trip to the ball is usually a hurried and unglamourous one–full of angry and angst-ridden phone calls and no fairy godmother in sight.

the “gender genie” says I am male.

But, if I put in a passage from a recent blog entry:

On the amusement front, Robin and I wish to write/produce/film a horror flick starring Vincent D’Onfrio (L&O: Criminal Intent) as twins—one a psycho killer, one just merely a naughty pervert. We haven’t worked out all the details, but we do know that Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen will die in the first scene (a la “Scream” and Drew Barrymore). According to Robin, “Mary-Kate will have been pimping Ashley. Ashley poisons Mary-Kate, but dies a ‘sympathetic’ death due to a mysterious genetic link.” My response was: Good. And then Vincent can stand over her while she’s dying the “sympathetic” death, and, when she calls up at him, “Why? Why?” he can say, “Because God hates you, bitch.”

the “gender genie” says I am female.

Hmmmmm. Interesting. Just what DOES that say about me?