It's not like the show has been wiped off the face of the earth or anything, though. We've got quite a few episodes on tape (including some terribly rare ones from the first season) and I'm sure Sci-Fi will rerun their episodes as long as they can. Sooner or later someone will buy the syndication rights, I hope.

It was a good last episode, too. Did you see it? Did you like it? Talk to me about it; I found the ending incredibly satisfying.

So we're at the funeral home the other night. My mom, Jen, Sonya and I are standing in a group, talking. The funeral director, whom we'll call Ralph, comes up behind us.

"Ralph," my mom says, "it's hot in here. You got to do something about it."

"I got somebody working on it right now," he said.

My mom looked at him doubtfully, then reached out and yanked a loose thread off his tie. Then she turned her back to him, ignoring him completely.

Glenda is too cool.

Oh, yeah, Sonya and I got our passport pictures taken yesterday! I'm not sure if I've mentioned it or not, but the Wife and I are planning on going to London next year. It's still quite a ways away, but you really never can prepare for a trip too early, right?

I don't know about you, but if I were, say, the president of Burundi I wouldn't let those two undesirables (pictured, above) into my peaceful African country.

And how about Sonya's sneer? She tends to get that when having a posed picture taken. She said she feels like she looks like a rock star in a mugshot when she sneers like that. It's like, "yeah, I'm comin' in your country, ya fuckin' foreigners! Sprechen zie English, dimwit?"

And the Wife and I saw Mystery Men yesterday. It was fun. The Stiller/Garafolo combo is not to be missed, regardless of the movie. And this movie was fun, too; it came across as an honest-to-god comic book, which I think was the idea. I recommend it.

Just a few thoughts on my growing discontent with contemporary pop music.

The Backstreet Boys, now. I read an article (in Salon, I think) that called them "unlovable proto-guidos." I think that pretty much sums it up. And guys, here's a word of wisdom for you: the clock is ticking. In five years all those boy-group fans are going to be sneaking into nightclubs by blowing the bouncer and none of them will admit that they once loved the Backstreet Boys.

Limp Bizkit and Korn. I've ranted about the Bizkit before, but I've thought a little more about it. You know, guys, the hateful, sulky white-boy act can't stay popular for too long. Sure, you'll always have a subculture that likes you, but me, personally, I can't wait to see you guys playing after the pig races at the state fair.

There's just so much shit smeared all over the radio dial these days...it's not like I'm totally denying that part of pop culture, but it really sucks right now. Think about it, though: a bland, inoffensive boy-group sells millions of records while the bands with the bad hair and loud guitars whip the crowds into a frenzy.

Of course I'm talking about 1990, New Kids on the Block and the glut of hair bands who would impale themselves on the rusty spike of grunge a year later. It's all part of the circle of life, kids. Just ride it out.

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