I’m continuing to tinker with the redesign; if anything breaks (or if you just feel like it), feel free to pass on your opinion.

Have you ever downloaded one of those annoying, branded versions of Internet Explorer? The ones with corporate logos in place of the rotating globe, pre-set home pages and favorites, and not-so-subtle reminders of who made them? Turns out you can dump the branding, easily.

The District of Columbia has started allowing residents to pay $10 for vanity license plates that read “Taxation Without Representation,” protesting the fact that D.C. pays Federal taxes without having a voting representative in the Federal government. While I agree with the sentiment, I don’t think that license plates are the place for political statements, and at least one Federal judge agrees.

Repent, repent, the end is nigh. I wonder how much Yahoo paid to be the new Boardwalk?

I’m glad to see not only that Sean Elliott has returned for another year in a San Antonio Spurs uniform, but that he’s also playing really well. Thirty one minutes, seven for ten from the field, three for four from behind the three-point line, for 18 points, all from a guy who went through a kidney transplant a little over a year ago — that’s terrific.

“Choose me, stuff me, stitch me, fluff me, dress me, name me, take me home.” Priceless.

Did Dubya deceive a Texas prosecutor in an attempt to avoid answering questions about his past DWI arrest and drug use? It’s interesting that this all came up in relation to a summons for Bush to serve on a DWI trial jury. More interesting is that, when asked how he felt about the alleged drunk driver, Bush replied, “I probably want to hang him and go home.” To me, this whole flap is just further confirmation that Bush wants to take stances on issues that are diametrically opposed to his own behavior on those very same issues; Jacob Weisberg seems to sum up my own feelings as best as any columnists have to date.

What’s pissing me off the most is that the media seems to want to focus on who “leaked” the DWI information, rather than its merits. Who the fuck cares who gave it to the press? The only thing that matters is if it’s true or not; if it is, then the way that it got to the public’s attention is meaningless. It reminds me of the scene in The American President when Michael Douglas, as President, has just bombed Libya, and the press wants to ask questions about his relationship with Annette Bening. His reply: “Keep your eye on the ball, people.”