Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Here is the exciting story of my rubber band ball. It is entirely composed of rubber bands that have been shot at me by one anonymous co-worker who seems to get bored from time to time. This first picture shows it in it's infancy, sitting next to some common office items to give you an idea of it's size. As you can see, it was born shortly before November 15th.
I had always thought that looking at economic indicators like inflation, interest rates, unemployment rates, energy prices, value of the dollar against foreign currency, stock prices, etc were the way to gauge the economy, but if "experts" are looking at the same data and coming up with completely different interpretations, then what does that all mean? Are there other economic indicators the people look at that I don't know about that are more subjective? All I can conclude is that I just don't know what makes the economy tick like I thought I did. I guess that shouldn't really come as any big surprise.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
But don't take my word for it. Watch the intro here. If you watch closely, you may notice the subtle reference to the mindless network execs who canceled the show.
I'd write a longer review, but it's past my bed time and need some sleep.
As if that wasn't exciting enough, here are some interesting articles related to Futurama that you should check out: Seattle Times, Wired, and this article from Can't Get Enough Futurama which also has information about 3 more upcoming DVDs.
I think I'm going to organize a Futurama showing at my place on Saturday. Let me know if you're interested in attending.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I almost hate to admit it, but one of the first things that crossed my mind after hearing this news was "this is exactly why Tank Johnson is a gun nut". I couldn't understand why he kept his guns around after being arrested, suspended by the league, and cut by the Bears because of them, but for some reason professional athletes have become targets. Now I can better understand why he wanted to keep weapons handy.
I hate to turn this tragedy into a second amendment rant, so let me close by reiterating how saddened I am by this news and hope for a full recovery.
And if you haven't seen A Year Without A Santa Clause before, what's your problem? It's a classic. It makes A Christmas Carol, Miracle on 34th Street, Bad Santa, and all those other Christmas 'classics' look like a pile of puke. I have to warn you though, Rankin & Bass sure knew how to write a catchy jingle, and these songs will bore their way into your brain and take over your life, not unlike the creepy bug things that Kahn put into Chekov's ear in Star Trek 2.
And after learning some shocking revelations about my cousin-in-law about her unrefined cinema palate - in particular that she hasn't seen Conan and has no interest in seeing it - I wouldn't be surprised to find out she's never seen it, or possibly *gasp* has seen it and doesn't like it. The Conan news coming hot on the heels of the announcement that she gave up on Army of Darkness after half an hour has really left me doubting her value as a human being.
And to wrap this up, there are 3 important facts contained within this rambling, aimless mess:
1. Year Without A Santa Clause = good
2. Conan = good
3. Army of Darkness = good
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Plot Summary: A psychological thriller that tells the story of a man (Hayden Christensen) who suffers "anesthetic awareness" and finds himself awake and aware, but paralyzed, during heart surgery. His young wife (Jessica Alba) must wrestle with her own demons as a drama unfolds around them.
Honestly, this movie doesn't look very good, and Hayden Christensen is a terrible actor and very difficult to watch, still I feel strangely compelled to see this film. And the reason for this is because Jessica Alba looks drop dead gorgeous. Yes, I am one of those people who will watch a bad movie because a beautiful woman is in it, but I at least have enough self respect to wait for DVD and not shell out $10 to watch a bad movie in the theater.
But this, in a round about way, brings me to my point. I know, you're as surprised as me that I actually have a point, but here it is: Jessica Alba is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen - and on the unlikely chance that she's reading this, let me just say that I love you - but she is in so few good movies. As a matter of fact, looking over her profile on IMDB, I realize that she hasn't been in a movie that would be considered good in the traditional sense. And for the record, no Sin City wasn't good. Don't believe the hype or the good reviews - it's all lies. Anyway, to get back to my point before I get too far off on a tangent, how can someone I care so much about continually hurt me by being in these bad movies? And why do I continue to come back for more when I know it will only end in heartache? Surely she's got enough box office draw to be more selective in her roles, so why does she continue to select the bad ones? I guess I just have to be glad that she hasn't taken the Sandra Bullock/Julia Roberts route and converted to 100% chick flicks. That would be too much for me to accept from my dear Jessica.
So please Jessica, please exercise a little more discretion in your selection process and take some roles in better movies.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Well, I could go try some of the other free programs out there, but would rather not risk downloading a virus. I would prefer to pay a few bucks and get something that I know will work, will be relatively quick and easy to use, and virus free. If you know of such a program, let me know.
Also, it has been a dream of mine to transfer saved programs from my DVR to my PC, convert them to mp4, and then load them on my ipod. Is there an easy way of accomplishing this feat? I may have to wait until I get myself a laptop to do this since I'd need 25 foot long cables to connect my DVR to my PC without some serious rearranging at the moment. Either that or I'd have to burn the programs to DVD and then rip said DVD on my PC, and then finally convert to mp4. That's a lot of work and I assume would lose so much data in the process that the resulting video would be nigh unwatchable. Plus I'm too lazy to do all that.
Monday, November 19, 2007
If this joint venture ever goes public, I think I might buy some stock. The only downside I see at the moment is the limited number of diesel vehicles available in the US. But if this catches on, perhaps biodiesel vehicle won't be driven solely by pretentious tree huggers concerned more about looking like they care more than their eco-buddies than actually doing anything for the environment.
I've been interested in biodiesel for a while now, but haven't been able to find sufficient data on it. Based on the studies I've seen, ethanol/E85 doesn't really cut down on any emissions when all variables are considered from the farm to your car, not to mention that it costs more per gallon than gas and gets about 85% of the mileage. Fuel cells still appear to be decades away if they are a viable alternative at all, and hybrid vehicles don't make sense financially and have such a minimal edge over traditional internal combustion vehicles that they really only appeal to the same crowd as current biodiesel owners: those people who want to slap stickers all over their car advertising how much they care about the environment. Battery technology has come a long way, and electric vehicles are now an option in terms of performance, but are still too expensive. And if you want to see a great unintentional comedy, watch Who Killed The Electric Car.
This article touts that biodiesel has 78.45% less carbon dioxide emissions than diesel, but doesn't mention any of the other emissions. I'm not sure why, but I've had a lot of difficulty finding data on biodiesel and so still remain skeptical. The internet is littered with ethanol studies, but why no biodiesel? What are they trying to hide? I'd like to believe it's a viable alternative to gas, and not just because the exhaust smells like french fries. At this point, I'm not sure that European style turbo-diesels aren't the best option, but for some reason they just aren't making it over here. I guess I'll just have to stick with my gas powered car until someone can convince me otherwise.
Also, if you are entertained by things that rhyme, it has been dubbed "the humongous fungus"
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
So can anybody tell me if this is essential as they claim or is it a waste of time? Should I rent the non-HD version or find myself the HD version?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
This whole situation is absolutely asinine, but what really got to me was seeing some photos of these wastes of space in my ESPN magazine mugging for the camera, soaking up all the attention they can, and seeing a quote from a woman who goes by the moniker "Millipede" saying:
This has nothing to do with football. We'd be doing the same thing if it
was a library. This isn't about us trying to compete by asserting our
dominance as a protest school.
Now I actually agree with that assessment. But what Millipede left out is what it does have to do with, and it has to do with is some people who are completely lost, have absolutely no self worth, and are willing to grasp on to any cause, no matter how ridiculous in order to feel important and get some attention. This is absolutely the most sad and pathetic thing I've seen in quite some time. These poor knuckleheads are completely vacuous and I think that as soon as the university really wants to get them out of the trees, the just have to cordon off the area at the base of the trees, and when their supply of weed runs out, they'll come down and then come down. Damn worthless hippies.
I was in a residential neighborhood, cruising along at 25 mph at the time, so it wasn't a big collision, but after sliding to a halt, some kind neighbor came running out and asked me if I was ok. I didn't feel any pain, but did a quick pat down to make sure everything was still there and where it was supposed to be. It was at this time that I noticed blood dripping from the fingers on my right hand. I pulled up my sleeve and looked at my arm and saw a nice gash right down to the bone. I immediately looked away because, well, seeing my own bones bothered me quite a bit. The adrenaline must have been pumping pretty good because I still didn't feel any pain.
Shortly afterward, the ambulance showed up. Some EMT's spent a few minutes poking at me and asking if this hurt or that hurt. No, nothing hurt and they concluded that the only injury was what would turn out to be a broken arm. So naturally they slapped a neck brace on me, told me to hop on the gurney, and proceeded to strap me down so that I couldn't move, and tape my head to the gurney so I could only look straight up. We stopped somewhere on the way to the hospital - I'm not sure where because all I could see was the ceiling. I assume one of the drivers was jonesing for some slim jims or something and decided to make a quick stop at the 7-11.
That was enough of a slowdown that my brother, who wasn't at home at the time and didn't get home until shortly after the ambulance left, was at the hospital waiting for me by the time I got there. The other nice touch was almost getting dropped when they pulled me out of the ambulance because the wheels on the gurney didn't drop on their own.
That's when I realized that they will slap a neck brace on you and throw you in an ambulance at the drop of a hat, and why I wasn't overly concerned about Locker being carted out. I just assumed that they were being extra cautious.
Anyway, after laying in the emergency room for a good 45 minutes to an hour, a doctor finally came in to see me and I got to spend what seemed like the next few days, but in reality was probably only 2 or 2.5 hours having glass, paint chips, and various other debris dug out of my arm. The adrenaline had stopped by then because I can guarantee you that I felt that. They administered several shots of novocaine, but there is no amount of novocaine in the world to overcome that amount of discomfort. Luckily they had me face down so I couldn't see what they were doing, but I did look over occasionally to see a look of horror on my mom's face. I just had to grit my teeth and clench my other fist, and I was sweating like I was being interrogated by the KGB. Now all I have to remember the experience by is a nice scar on my forearm. And I guess the moral of the story is that if you ever have an injury that requires them to dig debris out of a body part, save yourself the pain and just have the limb amputated.
I would have been much better off going 2 blocks down the road to Mi Charrito (which I have no idea what that means). I would have gotten fresher, tastier food and a much larger portion for the same price. Plus I would have been able to order it from someone who can count well enough to make correct change (the girl at Qdoba couldn't) and it would have been made by an authentic Mexican who doesn't speak English. I don't know why, but the guys who either don't speak English or barely speak English cook better.
So don't go to Qdoba. But if you find yourself around 45th and Brooklyn, stop in to Mi Charrito.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Frank Lucas (played by Denzel Washington) is an evil, vicious, murdering drug lord, who at the same time is charming and likable. Kind of like Vito and Michael Corleone in the Godfather movies in that you kind of like them even though they are despicable people. Richie Roberts (played by Russell Crowe) on the other hand, is a good and honest cop, but he's a womanizer, a lousy dad, and kind of a jerk, so even though he's the good guy and doing the right thing, it's difficult to like him anyway.
It is this kind of character development which makes the movie so interesting. The story delves into their motivations, as well as their methods. You get to see how they are able to achieve their goals. For Frank Lucas, he personally visits a poppy plantation in Vietnam to cut a deal to buy heroin directly from them, thereby eliminating who knows how many middle men and both cutting his costs and getting pure product that hasn't been cut.
So it is an in depth look at the inner workings of a sophisticated crime syndicate and at the same time a look at an honest cop's struggles to clean up a dirty, violent New York when a lot of his fellow officers are dishonest. And if this movie accurately represents what New York was like in the 70's, it was a hell hole.
Friday, November 09, 2007
With the NFL currently suffering image problems after increasing legal problems by it's players, punctuated by the Michael Vick, Pacman Jones, Tank Johnson, and Bengals scandals in recent months, it's very difficult for me that they would take this action against a good man who was doing the right thing. I strongly doubt that there is any reputable company in this country who would deny an employee bereavement leave. I only hope that Roger Goodell or someone in the NFL steps up and not only reimburses Williamson, but also publicly commends him for taking care of his family. And the Vikings owe him at the very least an apology.
I really hope that Williamson is able to get out of Minnesota and go to an organization with a little more class.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
And so my first ever Get Over Yourself award goes to Don Shula.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
"Grief is nature's most powerful aphrodisiac."
I just watched this movie again, and if you haven't seen it yet, drop whatever you're doing and go watch it right now. It is one of the funniest movies I've seen in years. Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn really play well off of each other, and even though he doesn't really have a comedic part, Christopher Walken is pretty funny in his own weird way. Sure, there is some low brow humor, but it doesn't go overboard with it. The movie for the most part maintains it's dignity. And I think the funniest scene was when Vince Vaughn was making balloon animals and some kid yelled at him, "shut your mouth funny guy and make me a bicycle." I don't know why, but that cracks me up every time. Come to think of it, any scene with Vince being verbally, physically, or mentally abused is pretty funny.
A lot of comedies tend to lose their humor at the end as they try to wrap up the plot, but the Wedding Crashers manages to stay funny throughout. It keeps throwing jokes at you while still advancing the plot. And Wilson and Vaughn have so much fun that if I ever get married, I hope they crash my wedding.
And in my continuing quest to find a streaming site that isn't blocked at work, I'm giving this one a try. I already don't like it because I have to edit the HTML code to take out some text that was annoying me and to turn off the loop. I should probably turn off the autoplay as well, but I'm too lazy right now.
The point of all this is: remember to go out and vote today. And maybe listen to some Arcadia while you're voting.
Monday, November 05, 2007
My first impression upon receiving said pizza was $5.50 plus $.50 per topping is pretty steep for such a tiny little pizza (approximately 6" in diameter). But quality is more valuable than quantity they say, so I proceeded to eat it. I'm sad to say that the quality wasn't so good either. I believe they just bought some cheap frozen pizzas and enhance them with their own toppings. This makes it slightly higher quality than a standard frozen pizza, but not by much. I'd rather spend $.89 on a Totinos and roll the dice with the e-coli. The crust was way too thick on the Subway, 90% of the pizza consisted of crust by my estimation. The pepperoni and sausage that I elected as toppings were decent quality, and they did in fact throw some "fresh" mozzarella on there, but overall it was just a waste of time. Save your time and money and skip it.
And if this is my last ever post, then you'll know that the pizza killed me.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
As you may or may not have guessed, today's featured artist is Nonpoint. The above song is titled Rabia (it rages). I personally think their song Orgullo (pride) is much better, but I can't find a video with anywhere near acceptable audio. Below is the best I could do:
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Shelvis may find it oddly arousing, but I would have been better off walking out of the theater as soon as the film started. For some reason I thought the picture might clear up eventually, but it never did.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Karl: Hey, I heard we're goin' to Ape Island.
Lenny: Yeah, to capture a giant ape.
Karl: I wished we were going to Candy Apple Island.
Charlie: Candy Apple Island? What do they got there?
Karl: Apes. But they're not so big.
And to my surprise, the spell checker didn't flag the word cromulent and yet flagged the word treehouse. I guess this goes to show just how much the Simpsons has woven itself into the fabric of society.
That being said, Sam Raimi really did a great job portraying the inner struggle within Peter Parker, and did so in a way that most people can relate to. The struggle between doing the right thing and doing what you want. I guess this shouldn't come as any surprise since it has been the crux of all 3 movies. But I guess what makes it so great is that not only is it relatable, but it doesn't come across as preachy. It's also nice to see Peter Parker grow as a human being.
As in the first 2 films, this also has lots of high flying action and great special effects. Plus some nice cameos by Stan Lee and Bruce Campbell. You've got to love Bruce, even as a snooty French maitre'di.
The ending left the door open for another sequel, but I'm not sure it's a good idea. They are running out of villains, and I don't know how much longer they can keep the tension going between Peter and Mary Jane, it's getting stale already. I think they are better off quitting while they are ahead.
Anyway, I'm heading over to Bremerton to visit my brother on Friday and am delighted to say that the theater on PSNS is showing Lost Boys. I'm looking forward to this than I probably should be, but in my defense, I have never seen it in the theater and I'm willing to bet this is my last chance. I hope to see you all there.
And I'm not sure what this site is all about, but I think it might be from the band that wrote Cry Little Sister.