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Googlefasting: Day 9

Continued from Day 1, Day 1.5, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8

  • Searched for “Holy Grail” – trying to find out what the latest DVD edition happens to be, as Ponzi's never seen the movie before (seriously). Narrowed my search slightly by adding “DVD” to the query string. Turns out, it's Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Special Edition), which I believe I already own. We're set. I'll force her to view it before we watch “Life of Brian.” Rather disappointed that I didn't get an image or suggestion for more information on the movie (at least, from Yahoo!).
  • Luckily, I haven't spent much time in front of the computer today – nor will I for the duration of the evening. We're flying from NYC to Seattle this evening, and they don't have Connexion by Boeing (but they do have 35 channels of live DirecTV programming).
  • Just got called by a Canadian freelance reporter, who apparently is working on a story that should be printed in 11 of Canada's more popular newspapers. I'm expecting Oprah to call next. Not.
  • Needed to find the Babelfish translation tool. Easily done, everywhere. As a side note, can anybody please help ressurect this very useful plugin: Babelfish for Outlook.
  • As an unrelated aside, we visited Ground Zero today. Surreal.

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2 Comments

Brandon Paddock

March 4th, 2006
at 10:12pm

Ponzi hasn't seen Holy Grail? Or Life of Brian?
Oh dear. Time for some emergency viewing.

When I was a young'un, mom took me and my sis to see a double feature of “The Holy Grail” and “Jabberwocky”. Mom kept embarrassing us, by saying, (during the naughty bits) “I thought you said this was a PG? Is this a PG? It doesn't look like a PG to me!!!!”, as loudly as she could in the theatre. I wanted to crawl under my seat in mortification, but there was too much ABC gum stuck under there.

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