Remember the d’Artagnan incident? Almost a year ago it was, and this morning I was reminded of it by the following email:

Just ran a search of the web and found this!
Glad I could affect your life Dartagnian!

Happy New Year!

Jim

That’s right, James P. Connolly was checking the web for instances of his own name. Hey, nothing wrong with that; we’ve all done it at least once. Full marks to the guy for taking a moment to type out a quick bit of something.

Just for that, here’s a link to his website. Because, hey, I’m all about the positive rewards of cheerful politeness.
James P. Connolly

Ben sent me the link to a profoundly interesting United Press editorial, and I liked the article enough to pass the link on to you. Ain’t I a great guy?
US Distracted – World Changed

As has been noted at various locations, your Amazon wish list link may or may not work depending on how the URL is constructed.

I’m here to state, for the record, that my wish list link is, and always has been, correctly constructed.

See?

We now return you to your regularly scheduled holiday shopping season. Thank you.

From the NorthWestAnime Yahoo group, it’s my pleasure to present: Otaku Barbie!

Also included is a tacklebox containing all of Otaku Barbie’sô art supplies and a portfolio which she uses to lug around her (mostly traced) fanart creations from one convention to another. NOT PICTURED: Barbieô sized lanyard and laminated pass to Anime Expo and shopping bag filled with plushies, posters, and slightly naughty yaoi doujinshi which she hopes to God her mother never catches her with.

Share and enjoy. Heh.
Otaku Barbie

Familiar with The Eye of Argon? Enjoy Mystery Science Theater 3000? No? Well, shame on you then. Shame!

Anyway.

Via Zeitgeist, on which I would leave comment or email of thanks if such options were available, I give you… The Eye of Argon, MSTied!

It’s funnier than it has any right to be, if a titch uneven in execution. And I quote:

The orb that had been before taken for granted, yet now cherished above all else. To be forever refused further glimpses of the snow capped summits of the land of his birth, never again to witness the thrill of plundering unexplored lands beyond the crest of a bleeding horizon,

Mike: I–I feel his pain. [wipes away a tear]
Crow: I feel pain all right, but it’s not his.

and perhaps worst of all the denial to ever again encompass the lustful excitement of caressing the naked curves of the body of a trim yound wench.

Tom: This is the part of the story Bob Packwood can really relate to.

This was indeed one of the buried chasms of Hell concealed within the inner depths of the palace’s despised interior.

Mike: They keep Limbo in a closet up on the second floor.

A fearful ebony chamber devised to drive to the brinks of insanity the minds of the unfortunately condemned, through the inapt solitude of a limbo of listless dreary silence.

Crow: If you’re trying to drive them insane, why not just make them read THE EYE OF ARGON? It’d be a lot quicker.

Okay, yes, so I’m a weirdo to get such a kick out of this sort of thing. Your point being…?

Thanks to Megan Denny for this bit of linkage:

EGM: Kids Play

My favorite quote? “Tim: My line is so beating the heck out of your stupid line. Fear my pink line. You have no chance. I am the undisputed lord of virtual tennis. [Misses ball] Whoops.”