So lately I've been considering migrating all my mail to Gmail because I love its interface and something about it has kept me organized lo these last few years. It's the only e-mail inbox I have that's not completely out of control. I never have more than 20 messages in my main inbox at any one time there and the spam is very manageable. I salute you, Googlian mail app.
I don't use my home mail much anymore since my work is no longer able to bounce to it. Which is probably not such a bad thing because work e-mail is a labyrinthe horror that I don't even want to deal with. And when I'm at home, I access my work mail via a Webmail interface that is... well, it's not Gmail.
I was bitching about how nice Gmail is with the threaded message view and Glark informed me that Mac's Mail, which I use at work, does the same thing (not as well, but similarly). Well, damn. It's been like 5 years I've been using Mail and never realized that. Sometimes I can be a total idiot about very simple tech things. They should take away my tech blog license.
Thanks, Glark! Now I'm going to see if I can figure out how to reply to a bunch of people in an e-mail at the same time.
Quite a few this week. Oh, and hey, Almost Late Show now has a MySpace page! Neato Frito!
The controversy over where to bury Anna Nicole Smith continued into this week. Friends say Anna Nicole wanted to be buried somewhere where everyone could see her. Why not bury her on Britney Spears' crotch?
NFL player "Pacman" Jones went to a Las Vegas strip club and threw $82,000 worth of bills into the air to "make it rain." If I spend $82,000 on a strip club, the weather report better say something strong is blowing in, if you know what I mean.
Barack Obama was in town last week, attracting more than 15,000 to Auditorium Shores and creating what people are calling "Obamania." "Obamania" is a lot like the effect Bill Clinton had on supporters, only this one can't get you pregnant.
2 for 2! A new Space Monkeys! comic knocks on your door and says, "Happy March!" to you, even as you rub the yellowish Februrary sleep dingleberries out of you eyes and blearily stare at the sun.
Oh. Shivers of pleasure. They played the entire new album Neon Bible on XM along with some band commentary. I wasn't keen on the spare version of this song when I first heard it, but when you hear the studio version with the heavy organ, it just completely and totally works. But then all the new songs are pretty amazing. March 6 can't come soon enough.
Ugh. I feel like crap. I'm going back to bed. But I don't feel too sick to post about a new Space Monkeys! comic, posted right damn on time, and only hours after the Oscars. Enjoy.
Bobby used five of my monologue jokes this week, which didn't leave a whole lot left for this space. Here's one that didn't get used (and with good reason):
Peter Pan peanut butter was pulled from store shelves after a salmonella outbreak that got 300 people sick. Still safe to eat: Captain Hook's Tangy Crocodile Mayonnaise.