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2003-05-24, 11:00 a.m.:
Looking at this nice agglomeration of Toys of the Eighties, it was immediately clear to me that in the eighties I was too old for toys (the bulk of these toys - except the actions figures I've come across since - being strangers to me). That soon there will be massive sites parsed together by devotees to laud Toys of the Nineties. Nostalgia is getting younger every day.

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2003-05-22, 3:15 p.m.:
I went to eBay and bid up Miss Edith a little bit on the Buffy charity auction pages. I allowed myself to imagine for a little while how it would fee to own the real actual genuine bonafide Miss Edith, hmmm. (She sold for over $1600.) Noticed that Giles's satchel went for close to $4,000 and one of Spike's outfits (not even the signature leather trench!) is nearing the $9,000 mark with several days still to go - more than twice the amount Dark Willow's bite-me attire from "The Wish" is currently fetching.

I monitor the course and outcome of the auctions because it's as if they're the last tangible remnants of the Buffy world slipping away, into strangers' hand. Making me think I would like to own a little part of Sunnydale for myself.

Hey, Warren's jetpack is still available.

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2003-05-20, 3:15 p.m.:
Ohmygod, the haunted doll!

The full story is here (page 1), here (page 2) and here (page 3).

I have to confess that things like this - creepy doll-things - really do freak me out. When I was a kid, I was afraid of dolls, specifically my dolls with their click-clacking, glittery eyes, and made my mother turn them toward the wall at night on their shelf so they wouldn't be watching me while I slept.

Then again, do these dolls really look haunted to you? Or am I just naive?

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2003-05-20, 12 noon:
It's the morning before the night of the apocalypse. So go read this interview with Joss Whedon, and weep weep weep for the end of Buffy.

The Salon interview is so worth it, too. Props to Molu for the heads up on how to ritually prepare myself on this day for the end of all things Buffy.

At least Joss will be running Angel now. They need him, badly.

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2003-05-19, 6:15 p.m.:
I go really in for pages like this, or should I say projects like this one. This is what I love about the Internet: the way it encourages people to devote themselves to bizarre, unique, possibly useless, probably unappreciated endeavors - the tiny zens of existence, like poetry - just by constituting the medium for touting such endeavors. I am pretty much convinced right now that these are the only things worthwhile - these zen minutiae of life. (Go to the about page to discover exactly what this is.)

The New York Times Style Section articles on blogging and bloggers. I am always thrilled to find stuff about the phenomenon - about *us*! - in print, but why can't they keep their facts straight? Every blogger knows that an online diary is not a blog, and every online diarist knows that a blog is not an online diary. We are VERY DIFFERENT.

I say this here with my blogging cap on, though actually I'm an online diarist through and through. Just dabbling here. Clearly, I'm not link-happy enough to qualify as a real blogger.

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2003-05-16, 12:00 noon:
The Iraqi blogger. The controversy.

I love stuff like this. And I miss Firefly dearly, too.

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2003-05-14, 11:47 a.m.:
I simply love this ("Revolution is not an AOL keyword"). I actually think this new incarnation is as powerful as the original (but maybe that's because I was born in the sixties, not earlier - and so these aspects of the electronic age have more resonance for me. There are some references in the original which I don't know at all).

Still, if you ask me, the revolution will be televised/is an AOL keyword. Alas.

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