From a look around the Internet and even in newspapers it would appear that Archie has chosen Veronica over Betty. Now, that is not the choice I would have made in his shoes, but no matter what the Internet says I doubt that this choice will truly be ending the long running triangle that has sustained that particular franchise forever. As much as I like to see Status Quo oriented corporate-owned things take risks rather than grow stagnant, I don’t think Archie is really going to do it. But still, Betty is like… Way Better. It’s almost a choice between good and evil and Betty is good. I mean c’mon, it’s the Veronicas of the world holding us back. Archie is an idiot. Of course, following the newspaper strip I’ve barely see Betty around for months but Veronica is always there. Archie is an idiot…

Haiku!

Cavemen from beyond.
They have seen the Milky Way.
And Now They Are Back!

During the time I was without computer and then without web site I had to put aside my plans to offer up some comments on the new Star Trek movie, so here’s the digest version.

I liked the movie. Of the new cast, Kirk is my least favorite. He’s alright, but he’s just not quite there. The new McCoy is almost eerily like the old McCoy and was thus awesome. Chekov was like an adorable little child. I like seeing aliens that look a little bit more alien, though they’re generally just standing around in crowd scenes. The plot was not all that smart. People spoke about Red Matter like I was supposed to have any idea what that was. And the villain didn’t engage me all that much. I bet the sequel will be able to weave a better tale. In this there were some coincidences to get the cast together that were a little bit distracting. A sequel won’ have that need to get them together, so it can pick up with awesome right away. Still, this was a fun movie.

Previously on Book of PDR:

I had a computer virus which was quite mean and tenacious. My inability to get rid of it annoyed me, but having cleaned as much as I knew how to and enough to continue doing most of what I needed to do, I was content to let it be.

Last week my computer seemed to magically clear itself of the virus. Scans turned up some corrupted files that had been missing not been detected before and it cleared them up. Then I could do the two things the virus remnants had not been letting me do: I could defragment the drive and I could update my anti-virus software. But then it all went bad. Suddenly my computer was saying that I had 98% free space or something like that. I figured that was not good. Then the computer shut down. Also not good. The computer can no longer start up because it says it lacks an operating system. That, I can can only assume, is the final straw of not good. It looks very likely as though my computer died and lost everything saved on it. Music, photos and most devastatingly everything I’d written within the last six months or so is apparently gone. Skynet won that computer.

Now, obviously I am using a computer to write this. What I did was go out and got myself a laptop and now I am using this for my computing needs. I have a tradition as far as naming my computers. The first was Computron. The second was Computron V. The third was Computron X. This new laptop is Computron Rex. Welcome to the family Computron Rex, we all hope you’ll enjoy your time as PDR’s machine.

On top of that when I got the Laptop and got back on the Internet, my little site here was gone. Server maintenance it seems. A week I was without the writing stored here and most of my other writing gone, I was mad with insanity from that I was gone. But now it is back and I have learned a lesson about backing stuff up. Everything.

The Former Official Nonsense Homepage!

¡Hijole! Apparently Yahoo is shutting down Geocities. I learned this from the Man on the Street section from the Onion. Since that is hardly an exact news source, I don’t have much information on the whens and wherefores, but still this news resonates with me. The first attempt of the Contains2 unit to create a website together was on geocities. It was the Adam West Batcave. When we finally found a proper hosting that pleased Marq we moved our base of absurdist comedy and minutia about our lives to www.contains2.com. For years the Batcave has just been that little placeholder with come images and avi files that was meant to redirect our hordes of fans to Contains2. But alas, now that shall die. Of course, once Contains2 didn’t please Marq any more and he let it die and won’t bring it back as no matter how much I want it and how empty its absence makes me into a pathetic wretch, so technically the Batcave outlived its progeny. Except for this site here which, though lax in content, copied the color scheme of the original as an homage.

Goodbye, good Adam West Batcave website. You’ll be missed. Sort of. Not really. But in principle or something.

Apart from that and a particularly good website for comic book annotations, I don’t imagine we’ll be losing too much that I could possibly care about. Those ads are effing annoying, so I’ll be happy to see them go.

“The people who eventually colonize the planet Uranus will be call Uranians or something. That takes the fun out of it. Oh well, at least they’ll be COLONists.”

This all reminds me, the woman who appears on the Evil Contains2 was on the cover of a magazine a month or so ago. I meant to talk about that then, when I could remember what magazine it was, but of course I’m a miserable failure so that never happened. It was the same image as still appears on Contains2 to this day, apparently. I guess it is some manner of stock image. I assume this means that evil backpack lady is conquering the world starting with web domains, moving on to magazines. Assuming she follows the logical pattern that in that order, we’ll be seeing her on cereal next. Not cereal boxes. She’ll be on the cereal itself. Her image will be made of sugar and Frosted onto Flakes soon. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Oh, and you can still help save the world.

The Wikipedia page for Raisin Bread is really lax. I mean, I guess it is, after all, just bread with raisins in it… But still.

Let’s see what else I have to speak about…

I’ve been longing to return to New York City. My last trip was over a year ago now and my urge to go back is much stronger than my urge to go there in the first place. I get the impression that I am a fan of New York City.

That’s it for now. I hope it was worth the wait.

Today I went and got my hair cut. A memory of my youth returned to me. At a haircutting place that I was brought as a child, children were encouraged to, once the cut was over, pick up a bit of their hair from the floor and place it in a little box. You would close the box and the “Hair Fairy” would take your hair and replace it with a cheap toy like you’d get in one of those twenty-five cent vending machines. Obviously the hair just fell into the device (probably into a bag if the people who made it had any sense) and the toy would fall out from some other place which was no doubt a heavenly reservoir of cheap toys and I don’t think that even in my youngest days I believed in the Hair Fairy because the mechanism was so obvious looking. But I believe in the Hair Fairy now. Because someone should.

Maybe I’d get my hair cut a little more often if I still had such awesome reasons to do so.

I admit I am kind of wary of looking up “Hair Fairy” in Google, however. I don’t even want to know where that could lead.

In other news, I took a trip across town to Future Shop today with intent to buy the latest season of the Venture Brothers and use up some of the many Future Shop gift cards I have accumulated over the last few years worth of Christmases and Birthdayses. The bad news is that there was no Venture Brothers season three (or any Venture Bros. at all, it is sad to say) but the good news is that even after a bit of a spending spree I still have eighty-eight dollars worth of gift certified at Future Shop. Not bad.

Haiku!

Captain Amsterdam!
A frog with a heart of gold.
And twice the power.

I have decided that there must be a holiday about index fingers. Perhaps a day when we’re not allowed to use our index fingers for anything, just to remind us how useful such fingers are. And people who have lost their index fingers can speak at big public events. And those foam fingers from sports can be made into decorations for our houses. Someone should get working on that.