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- Me man. Me smash.
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- Writing Excersise
- Oracle owns the universe
- Watchmen, the graphic novel
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Smallville, Season 5
Smallville has evolved into a show with a large story arc covering a whole season that gets revealed bit by bit as the weeks go on, while also incorporating a episodic weekly story that gets wrapped up in a nice little package at the end of each episode.
It is a nice formula and it works pretty well, however, you sound like a supreme super-geek if you ever try to explain the plot points out loud.
Case in point: My wife has been watching most of the episodes with me, but she isn't quite as dedicated as I am and she will occasionally miss one here or there or start an episode late. This leads to conversations like this, where I try to catch her up:
"Ok, so Lois ran into a gypsy chick at the Talon on Valentine's day, she got some magic lipstick that is laced with Red Kryptonite that makes her fall in love with the next person she sees. She puts it on, sees Clark, and hilarity insues. Later on, she kisses him, he gets infected with Red Kryptonite, and goes to crash Lana's engagement party with Lex. Clark makes a big scene, Jimmy saves the day by spraying Green Kryptonite perfume on Lois, snapping her out of the lipstick haze. Oh right...and Lana is preggers."
This makes perfect sense if you are watching the show. But when I actually say this out loud, I feel like a complete and total comic book fanboi. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, you will never, in a million years, say crap like this to a girl and get laid directly afterward. Just isn't going to happen in this lifetime.
Anyway, I really liked Season 5...and I really love the show. The best show of the Season, by far, (and maybe the series), was the "Reckoning" episode. Clark had to make some tough decisions and deal with a huge loss. All the drama you could ever wish for from Smallville.
I'm more than halfway through Season 6 right now, and I'm pretty sure Shana is tired of seeing Smallville on the TV set right now (TOO BAD!!! :P) . I think I'm going to have to finish Season 6 up and then leave Season 7 on the shelf for a little while. Unless the Season finale is a cliffhanger. Ok, maybe I'll watch one episode of Season 7. Or two. Or ten.
God I'm addicted.
8:43 AM | Filed Under smallville | 1 Comments
Birthday recap
1) Sleep till noon
2) Go out to restaurant with wife.
3) Veg out and play WoW.
4) Go to bed early.
That was the plan, and it was looking mighty fun. Let's do a recap of what actually happened:
I slept in. Not till noon, but at least I didn't wake up with the alarm. Always good times.
Hung out with the wife. Very good times. We didn't go out to lunch, but she went out for lunch and brought me back stuff. I really do love her, and not just because of the boobs and the fact that she sometimes brings me stuff (Though lets be honest, they both help her case...).
Didn't even login to my computer. Weird (for me).
Watched Smallville. I'm up to Season 6 now. Shana got me Seasons 5, 6, and 7 for my Birthday. Technically she gave me Season 5 last week, due to my amazing persuasiveness (or 'begging', if you want to use layman terms.)
I also got my new mouse in the mail. It is a gaming mouse and it is AWESOME.
Oh hey, side note, that last statement reminds me that I did go on the computer...I guess I'm a liar. I only was on a few minutes to play with my mouse though (no, that isn't a masturbation euphemism...you have a dirty mind).
Helped my son out with his swing. Think we figured out the footwork a little better, and I found out that he is closing his eyes when he swings...probably why he isn't hitting the ball. Worked with him for a while after school to try and fix it, and I saw MAJOR improvement in his form. We then went to go hit up the batting cages to test everything out, but they were closed. Bummer. Still, the practice netted a big improvement to his swing.
I'm making a note in my brain (where all the good notes go) to practice with him a couple more times before Saturday's game. Got to get that kid a hit so he can get his confidence up. His throwing and catching skills need work too, but really the kid needs to just smack the living hell out of a ball first and remember why he likes playing baseball.
Watched the Heroes season finale. WHAT A DUMB FINALE. Screw you Heroes, you SUCK. The epic fight between Sylar, Peter, and Nathan TOOK PLACE BEHIND A CLOSED DOOR?!?!?!?
Who came up with this money-saving idea? Fire THAT GUY. And kick THAT GUY in the balls a few times while he is packing up his stuff. What a stupid human being THAT GUY is. Save money on Tracy morphing out of the kitchen sink or whatever later in the episode. Hell, save money by FIRING ALI LARTER in the first place. Save money on anything else possible, and give me a fight between Peter and Sylar. GIMME GIMME GIMME. And will somebody in the writers room give Sylar some damn GONADS? Why is Danko still alive? Why didn't Sylar kill him? Hell, I could make a long list of the people Sylar SHOULD have killed, if he was actually the psychopath killing machine that we all want him to be. He is a KILLER! Make him...KILL.
It was the dumbest Season finale I have ever seen, and an absolute disappointment on almost every level. Afterward I watched the 'Chuck' season finale (yay Tivo!), and they completely blew me away. Was conversely one of the BEST season finale's. Heroes completely SUCKED. Chuck used to be a 'filler' show that I watched because it was before Heroes. It had a hot girl on it, and didn't make me want to vomit. Now I barely even want to tune into Heroes at all and I am really starting to like Chuck.
BTW, I hear Chuck is 'on the bubble' for cancellation. NBC, if you cancel Chuck before Heroes, I will hate you so much...
Anyway, I had a good day.
9:07 AM | Filed Under birthday | 0 Comments
Happy Birthday to me
* 1442 – King Edward IV of England (d. 1483)
* 1545 – Yi Sun-sin, Korean admiral (d. 1598)
* 1630 – Charles Cotton, English poet (d. 1687)
* 1686 – Michael Brokoff, Czech sculptor (d. 1721)
* 1715 – Franz Sparry, composer (d. 1767)
* 1758 – James Monroe, 5th President of the United States (d. 1831)
* 1765 – Sylvestre François Lacroix, French mathematician (d. 1834)
* 1819 – Ezra Abbot, American Bible scholar (d. 1884)
* 1838 – Tobias Michael Carel Asser, Dutch jurist, Nobel laureate (d. 1913)
* 1863 – Josiah Thomas, Australian politician (d. 1933)
* 1868 – Lucy Booth, the fifth daughter of William and Catherine Booth (d. 1953)
* 1868 – Georgy Voronoy, Russian mathematician (d. 1908)
* 1874 – Karl Kraus, Austrian journalist and author (d. 1936)
* 1878 – Lionel Barrymore, American actor (d. 1954)
* 1889 – António de Oliveira Salazar, dictator of Portugal (d. 1970)
* 1897 – Ye Jianying, Chinese general and politician (d. 1986)
* 1900 – Heinrich Müller, head of the Gestapo (disappeared in 1945)
* 1900 – Jan Oort, Dutch astronomer (d. 1992)
* 1902 – Johan Borgen, Norwegian author (d. 1979)
* 1906 – Kurt Gödel, Austrian mathematician (d. 1978)
* 1906 – Paul Sacher, Swiss conductor (d. 1999)
* 1908 – Oskar Schindler, Austrian businessman (d. 1974)
* 1910 – Sam Merwin, Jr., American mystery fiction writer (d. 1996)
* 1911 – Lee Falk, American comic strip writer (d. 1999)
* 1912 – Odette Sansom, French resistance worker (d. 1995)
* 1914 – Philip E. High, Science fiction author (d. 2006)
* 1916 – Ferruccio Lamborghini, Italian automobile manufacturer (d. 1993)
* 1921 – Rowland Evans, American journalist (d. 2001)
* 1922 – William Guarnere, WWII Veteran
* 1922 – Alistair MacLean, Scottish novelist (d. 1987)
* 1924 – Donatas Banionis, Lithuanian actor
* 1924 – Kenneth Kaunda, President of Zambia
* 1925 – T. John Lesinski, Lieutenant Governor of Michigan
* 1926 – Blossom Dearie, American jazz singer (d. 2009)
* 1926 – Harper Lee, American author
* 1928 – Yves Klein, French painter (d. 1962)
* 1928 – Eugene M. Shoemaker, American planetary scientist (d. 1997)
* 1930 – James Baker, American politician
* 1930 – Carolyn Jones, American actress (d. 1983)
* 1934 – Lois Duncan, American novelist
* 1937 – Saddam Hussein, President of Iraq (d. 2006)
* 1938 – Madge Sinclair, Jamaican actress (d. 1995)
* 1941 – Ann-Margret, Swedish-born actress
* 1941 – Nico Mastorakis, Greek filmmaker, director and radio producer
* 1941 – K. Barry Sharpless, American chemist, Nobel laureate
* 1941 – Lucien Aimar, French cyclist
* 1941 – Iryna Zhylenko, Ukrainian poet
* 1942 – Mike Brearley, English cricketer
* 1943 – Jacques Dutronc, French singer and actor
* 1944 – Elizabeth LeCompte, American theater director
* 1944 – Jean-Claude Van Cauwenberghe, Belgian politician
* 1944 – Alice Waters, American chef
* 1946 – Ginette Reno, French Canadian singer, songwriter and actress
* 1948 – Terry Pratchett, English author
* 1948 – Marcia Strassman, American actress
* 1948 – Dorothée Berryman, French Canadian actress and singer
* 1949 – Indian Larry, American stuntsman (d. 2004)
* 1949 – Bruno Kirby, American actor (d. 2006)
* 1950 – Jay Leno, American comedian and television host
* 1950 – Willie Colón , Puerto Rican salsa musician
* 1952 – Mary McDonnell, American actress
* 1953 – Kim Gordon, American musician (Sonic Youth)
* 1953 – Roberto Bolano, Latin American author and poet
* 1954 – Ron Zook, American Football Coach
* 1955 – Paul Guilfoyle, American actor
* 1955 – Nicky Gumbel, British author and priest
* 1956 – Jimmy Barnes, Scottish-born singer
* 1957 – Wilma Landkroon, Dutch singer
* 1958 – Hal Sutton, American golfer
* 1960 – John Cerutti, American baseball player and announcer (d. 2004)
* 1960 – Ian Rankin, Scottish novelist
* 1960 – Joel H. Rosenthal American political scientist
* 1960 – Jón Páll Sigmarsson, Icelandic strength athlete (d. 1993)
* 1960 – Walter Zenga, Italian footballer
* 1961 – Futoshi Matsunaga, Japanese serial killer
* 1963 – Lloyd Eisler, Canadian figure skater
* 1964 – Barry Larkin, American baseball player
* 1964 – Noriyuki Iwadare, Japanese composer
* 1965 – Steven Blum, American voice actor
* 1966 – John Daly, American golfer
* 1966 – Too Short, American rapper
* 1967 – Kari Wührer, American actress
* 1968 – Daisy Berkowitz, American musician (Marilyn Manson)
* 1968 – Howard Donald, British musician
* 1968 – Andy Flower, Zimbabwean cricketer
* 1970 – Nicklas Lidström, Swedish ice hockey player
* 1970 – Diego Simeone, Argentine footballer
* 1971 – Bridget Moynahan, American actress
* 1972 – Joseph Bruce, American musician
* 1973 – Elisabeth Röhm, American actress
* 1973 – Jorge Garcia, American actor
* 1973 – Francisco Palencia, Mexican footballer
* 1974 – Penélope Cruz, Spanish actress
* 1974 – Richel Hersisia, Dutch boxer
* 1974 – Vernon Kay, British TV/radio presenter
* 1977 – Derrick Wayne Frazier, American convicted murderer (d. 2006)
* 1978 – Lauren Laverne, Disc jockey, television presenter and former singer
* 1979 – Bahram Radan, Iranian actor
* 1980 – Josh Howard, American basketball player (Dallas Mavericks)
* 1981 – Jessica Alba, American actress
* 1982 – Nikki Grahame, Big Brother 7 Star
* 1983 – Roger Johnson, English footballer
* 1986 – George Nozuka, Canadian Singer/Songwriter
* 1986 – Roman Polák, Czech ice hockey player
* 1986 – Jennifer Palm Lundberg, reigning Miss World Sweden
* 1988 – Alice Glass, Canadian singer
And of course:
* 1976 – Me.
Thats right...as I'm sure you have figured out by now, I share a birthday with Jessica Alba, who was in Sin City with Bruce Willis, who was in The Jackal with Richard Gere, who was in Primal Fear with Joe Spano, who was in Frost/Nixon with....KEVIN BACON.
That's five degrees baby!
3:29 PM | Filed Under birthday | 1 Comments
Mondays
So I'm going to post about the only thing that is really on my mind right now.
Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee
I loves my Coffee.
mmm, Barista make me coffee. Barista good.
mmm, slow roasted beans freshly ground, brewed into mah cup. Adds a little sugar. I drinks it. I likes it. yummy yummy yummy. Beans good.
mmm, smelling coffee. Coffee smell yummy. Nose good.
Out of coffee? REVOLT!!! KILL FOR COFFEE!!! VIVA LA REVOLUTION!!! Coffee GOOD. You no take coffee!
Mocha good. Chocolate good. Chocolate + Coffee = better. Mocha good.
Latte good. MORE SHOTS!!! Not the needle kind, the caffeinated yummy yummys kind! Cut with milk so I don't die of overdose! Frothy good.
Yummy yummy. Coffee GOOD.
Wakey wakey...guess I'd better work now.
9:07 AM | Filed Under coffee | 1 Comments
Me man. Me smash.
Anyway yesterday I got pretty angry and blew up at the one with the boobs. Granted, I think I was justified in being a little angry, but I don't get a 'little' angry. Go big or stay home, that is my motto. I feel like I really have an on/off switch with anger. I'm either really, really, really not angry, or I explode like Hiroshima. Very binary.
Generally speaking, I think it is very hard to push my buttons. I'm pretty damn mellow. Very few people can even find the buttons, much less push them enough to actually make me angry. Isn't it funny how the people you love can have a gift for it though?
Anyway, yesterday I exploded. And I put a hole in my bedroom door with my fist. And now my fist hurts. It has been a while since I actually had occasion to punch anything, and apparently I'm not very good at it.
On one hand, it kinda felt good and made me feel better at the time, but a day later, I realize that I really just created work for myself (probably going to have to fix the door) and I hurt myself, accomplishing nothing. Anger makes people stupid.
On the other hand, it did feel pretty satisfying to smash something at the time.
For those that are wondering, everything is fine with me and Shana. It was just an argument. Arguments happen when you are married. Two people, especially those with strong personalities (like ours), cannot live in the same house, share the same bed, and spend crazy amounts of time together without coming to a disagreement occasionally.
Love doesn't mean a life without arguments. It just means that you make a commitment to work through the problems that arise.
If you don't have arguments, it means somebody is just acquiescing constantly to avoid conflict, which isn't healthy. Besides, without arguments, you'd never get makeup sex, which is one of the bestest things in life.
Next time though, I need to smash something that nets me less work than replacing a door. :(
9:41 AM | Filed Under argument, marriage, wife | 1 Comments
The Deadliest Catch
The show in question is called "The Deadliest Catch" and it is about fishing on the Bering sea. There is something about the show that I can't put my finger on...something that doesn't let me look away. It might be the narration of Mike Rowe. That guy has the best vocals in the business. He really is a great story teller.
I guess the thing that sucks me in more than anything is that this show captures men doing one of the most difficult, back breaking, sleep deprived, dangerous jobs on the planet. And I get to grab a beer, recline in my Lazy-boy and watch them do it.
Most jobs, when I look at them, I think "yeah, I could do that". Doctor? Well, I don't really have any interest in that, and I'd have to go to school, but yeah...I think I could do it. Lawyer? Sure. Construction Worker? absolutely.
But fisherman in the Bering Sea? No way. Not only do I not have the desire to do it...I don't believe I'm actually capable of doing it.
Thinking on it a bit, the only thing I could possibly compare it to is the job I did for what turned out to be quite possibly the worst week of my life.
Back when I was in the Army, in about June or July of 1996, my unit deployed to the National Training Center (NTC) in Fort Irwin, California for a huge training exercise. The details are a little fuzzy in my head, but I remember boarding an aircraft on McChord AFB and flying down to meet the equipment and vehicles we had shipped by rail a week or so before.
We got there and unloaded the vehicles, and that was pretty difficult work, but we were getting 'three hots and a cot', even eating at the mess facility (rather than the 'portable' mess facility that we carried with us). In Army terms, this was the life of luxury on a field deployment.
Boy, how that was about to change...
At the time we deployed I was a team leader of a small three person team that set up what was essentially a repeater unit. My unit took the data in from a RAU, which was basically a self contained cell tower mounted on the back of a humvee, and relayed that data via UHF over to a telephone switch. This is so the good guys (us) could make phone calls from the gigantic cell phones that they had at the time.
Anyway, after a couple days, we got our orders to deploy, and the actual exercise was about to begin. The exercise itself was scheduled to last about a week. We were fighting against the local OpFor (opposing force), who trained constantly against every unit that travelled to the NTC every couple weeks. These guys trained all the time, we trained once a year. They were going to mop the floor with us. But they'd evaluate our tactics and execution, and the officers in charge would all figure out whose fault it was for losing and yell at them. Or something. I'm not sure.
What I was sure of, is that if I (or my team) made any mistakes, we were going to hear about it. And, more importantly, the higher up schmuckity schmucks were going to hear about it and make my life miserable.
So we had to be perfect. When we finally deployed, we were all kinds of pumped up. We got to our assigned location, erected our mast (radio antenna dammit, you have a dirty mind), setup our camoflage, and dug in our defensive positions (foxholes, air attack shelters, etc). It was perfect.
This all took about 4-5 hours to complete. Once we got it setup, we had less than 30 minutes rest before we were ordered to move to a new location. So we all collectively let off a string of profanity, broke camp, filled in the defensive positions, and moved to a new location...where we proceeded to setup, dig in, etc, etc, etc.
This time we didn't even get fully setup before we were told to move. This would be a recurring pattern over the entire week. Not once, in the entire week, did we stay in a single position for more than 5 hours. I was up for 20 hours, get 2 hours rest, then be up for 20 more. Several times the spot where we would deploy to seemed eerily familiar and we'd realize that we were digging up the same foxholes we had filled in a few hours earlier.
The stupid thing was that we had to setup a tent, despite never getting a chance to sleep in it. There is nothing more demoralizing than being up for 20-30 hours straight, and setting up a tent, complete with sleeping bags rolled out, despite the fact that you knew you would not get a chance to sleep in it.
It was the hardest I've ever worked, and from that week forward, I resolved I now hated camping, and would never again sleep in a tent by choice (to my wife's chagrin I assure you). I also made the decision to never again be in a job where I had to work outdoors. (Did I mention it was June...and that Fort Irwin sits only a couple miles away from DEATH VALLEY?
Shortly after the NTC I finally got out of the Army, but the memory of that field exercise will literally haunt me forever. And when I watch the Deadliest Catch...it looks even more difficult than what I did that week.
But I can't stop watching the show. That hard work is tough to look away from.
I need a new lazyboy though...this one is starting to get slightly uncomfortable...a little lumpy. :)
9:00 AM | Filed Under army, deadliest catch, television | 0 Comments
Writing Excersise
Even so, I don't mind intellectual exercises. Even if I don't intend to write about these little writing prompts, it is fun to think of what I would write about, if I would have decided to.
I looked through the history of her "tweets" and it has some neat topics. This probably doesn't make any sense at all, but the study in what I might have written is as entertaining to me as the stuff I have written. Many times, moreso. (Don't worry, even I am confused by this paragraph)
Anyway, I ran through the list and came across today's entry:
"Spent an afternoon in the garden, filled my compost bin and five paper grocery bags with yard waste. Write about a catharsis."This peaked my interest because (I'm ashamed to say) I had no idea what the word catharsis meant. To my knowledge, I have never before encountered this word in my life. It isn't often I have to go to dictionary.com, but I scurried there as fast as my typing-challenged fingers could get me there.
ca⋅thar⋅sisOnce I read it, it certainly reminded me of cathartic, which apparently, is the adjective form of the word. Indeed "cathartic" is how I would describe my blogging. Interestingly, another form of the word is cathartical, which is an adjective describing the evacuation of the bowels. Ironically, judging from the content I put out, this could also be an apt description of blogging for me.
-noun, plural -ses
1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, esp. through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music.
2. Medicine/Medical. purgation.
3. Psychiatry.
a. psychotherapy that encourages or permits the discharge of pent-up, socially unacceptable affects.
b. discharge of pent-up emotions so as to result in the alleviation of symptoms or the permanent relief of the condition.
Either way, catharsis as a writing prompt is particularly fun because, that is what this blog is all about. Writing things down so I don't get particularly stressed about anything.
Those who know me, know that I rarely get stressed. I think most of the reason is that I write. I write crazy stuff that literally fills up my documents folder on my work computer (and now google docs, two blogs and counting, and various guild and gaming forums, heh). I write about WoW. I write about life. I write about the weather. I dunno, I just...write stuff. If I didn't write, I'd probably explode with stress.
Note that I didn't say that all the stuff I write is any GOOD (obviously...I mean look at this post for crying out loud). Mostly it is just typing the first thing that pops into my head and then going back and editing it 47 times because it didn't look right. Even though nobody will ever read it. Why do I edit things that nobody will ever read? Doesn't make sense really.
I blame the economy.
1:33 PM | Filed Under catharsis, writingexercise | 2 Comments
Oracle owns the universe
Holy crap, Oracle owns everything in the enterprise now. Java was the only thing running in my universe that didn't have Larry Ellison's stamp on it, and now he owns that too.
Oh wait, there is more...last year Sun bought MySQL...so now Oracle owns MySQL. Wow...Oracle rules the enterprise software market. Is there an open source alternative that isn't part of the Oracle brand now? I can't think of any...
wow.
I'm really floored that this went through. It is good news for Sun shareholders though. Their stock is up 36% as of when I just checked it.
12:47 PM | Filed Under oracle, technology | 0 Comments
Watchmen, the graphic novel
First, let me say this: I love comic book movies. I love novels that are based on comic book characters. I even like some cartoons that are based on comic book characters.
That being said, I never really liked comic books. Why? I think it has to do with how I read a book. Back in the 4th grade, I got a chance to pick up a book about speed reading. I forget the name of the book, but I wish I still had it. The concepts I learned from that book really changed the mechanics of how I go about reading. Of course while I definitely read somewhat faster today because of that book, I never really got the whole 'speed reading' thing down. I still like to take my time and enjoy a novel. What I did get out of the book though was a fundamental change in my reading habits. Instead of reading each word individually, I got into the habit of reading groups of words.
This simple, but fundamental change actually improved my ability to read effectively and comprehend things more capably. Unfortunately, this method did have a couple side effects however. For example, I can sometimes have a hard time reading things aloud. My brain wants to read a group of words, while my mouth has a hard time pronouncing more than one word at a time. I have to literally focus and force myself to read each individual word. This problem was especially pronounced when my kids were little and I was trying to read to them. I muddled through it, but sometimes got some crazy looks from the wife.
Anyway, I said all that to say that reading a graphic novel is very difficult for me. The way that words are presented on the page does not make a smooth reading experience for me, with how I'm trained to read a book. My brain just doesn't want to read dialogue in the short bursts inside of chat bubbles.
Despite the challenges I had in reading the medium, the comic itself was absolutely amazing. The story was fluid, the characters were each pronounced and had depth. I loved Rorshack...he is officially one of my favorite comic book characters of all time. The art was incredible, and really served to bring the story to life.
Each of the characters had flaws. There was no 'hero' to be found within this universe. Sure, there were 'masked vigilantes' that were dispensing 'justice', but they were not your Superman 'the most powerful boy scout on earth' kind of heroes.
What the author got across in the staggeringly well crafted story was the concept that these were just 'people' that put on masks. There was nothing fundamentally different about them than any normal human being. They all had their reasons for doing what they did (justice, vengeance, pursuit of celebrity, being pushed into it by their parent, etc), and each character's backstory was interesting and entertaining.
The ending was...believable. I understood why Rorschak wouldn't compromise, and I understood why Dr. Manhattan stopped him. I understood why Adrian did what he did, as well as Nite Owl, Silk Spectre, and everybody else. Because the authors went so in depth with each character, the outcome at the end was unsurprising. I knew what the characters were going to do in the situation, because I intimately knew the characters.
This is exceptionally difficult to accomplish, and the author should be commended. If ever I wind up finishing the novel I want to write (and have been working on for years now...), I can only hope that I can do half as good a job at character exploration as was done in this novel.
10/10...I wish I had a higher number to give to this review.
9:15 AM | Filed Under watchmen | 0 Comments
Smallville, Season 4 Review
Season three ended on a cliffhanger of sorts, and season 4 opens up with miss Lois Lane herself. She is searching for Chloe's killer, who may (or may not) have got herself blown up at the end of season 2. As the story progresses throughout the Season, the characters of others on the show start to get explored, and there is a real sense of progress.
My wife, who had not been into the previous seasons, actually sat in for the latter episodes in season 4, and I think I've got her hooked now as well.
I liked Lana's storyline, right up until Jason turned out to be a bad guy. That was crappy I think. But possibly the best addition to the season had to be Lois Lane (played brilliantly by Erica Durance). She played it extremely well, and the writing was outstanding. She easily gets my pick the best Lois Lane ever captured on TV or Film (sorry Margot Kidder).
Best casting for this season though goes to Michael Ironside as General Sam Lane. Anybody who has ever read the comics or any fictional accounts of Superman could easily imagine Michael Ironside as Sam Lane. I know I will hear his voice whenever I read anything about him in the future.
All in all, great season. I cannot wait till I get Season 5. I will be very disappointed if I don't get it for my birthday. :)
12:53 PM | Filed Under smallville, television | 2 Comments
IM conversations
My conversations with my wife over IM amuse me to no end. This is a fine example:
Paul: hmm, I'd like steak
Shana: You gonna cook it? Or we could go out to Outback one of those nights...we have a 25 dollar gift card...
Paul: this weekend is bad for that
Shana: Can't even go out to dinner huh?
Paul: we can, just not to fucking east bremerton
Shana: Too far...okay. Well if you cook the steak, I will buy it.
Paul: can you go to the butcher himself (not prepackaged) and ask for a NY strip?
Shana: ehhh! I hate doing that...
Paul: Or we could check out http://whiskeycreeksteakhouse.com/
Paul: expensive tho
Shana: So we can go out to Keyport but not E. Bremerton...
Paul: keyport is a hell of a lot closer
Shana: Uh no...
Paul: uh...yes
Paul: keyport...you know...on the way to silverdale?
Paul: like....closer than silverdale
Shana: Just the exit. but then you have to actually get off the freeway and drive...
Paul: for 2 miles
Paul: 2
Paul: like....way the fuck closer than east bremerton
Paul: w/e, we can stay in
Shana: I don't know about "way the fuck"...maybe by a few minutes. And wouldn't 25 bucks off of dinner be worth it?
Paul: a few minutes...let me draw you a map
Shana: Oh so now you are gonna get all smart-assedy on me. Fine, whiskysteakhouse is closer. But we would still be paying more...
Shana: No gift card for that place...
Shana: just saying
Paul: it isn't smart assey: The steak house in keyport is 11.8 miles from our house by car, outback is 16.8 miles. This is almost 70% difference.
Shana: Oh my God! 5 miles! And that is on freeway! You are just an Outback hater! Admit it!
Paul: What do you have against trying a new restaurant? You are a new place hater!
Paul: 70% further!
Shana: I am not against trying a new place. But I do have a problem with going to a new place that looks expensive and is only a measly 5 miles from a place we have a gift card for!!
Shana: !!!
Paul: 10 miles if you count both directions
Shana: Ho.Ly. Shit.
Paul: lol
Paul: Outback next weekend
Paul: regardless, I don't want to go all the way out to Bremerton, sit down to a nice meal, only to have it interrupted by work and cut short
Paul: don't want to go out to keyport either for that matter.
Shana: Then...why are we still talking about this...?
Paul: Because it is fun to mess with you
Paul: and outback is 70% further away
Shana: You are a sick and twisted man
Shana: Seek help
Another nice conversation from a while ago:
Shana: Need anything from the store?
Paul: Ice Cream
Shana: you still have some here you know...
Paul: what kind?
Shana: orange/vanilla and I think one more thing of lemon
Paul: but I want cookie dough....
Shana: then I'm gonna need you to wait until next time
Paul: but.....I love you
Paul: and....you love me
Shana: that is true. and has nothing to do with cookie dough ice cream
Paul: if you loved me...REALLY loved me...
Shana: and if you really loved me, you would quit bugging me about enabling your ice cream addiction
Paul: I love you, you love me. I love ice cream. It's really simple. You don't have to get all jealous.
Shana: you have a problem. you need to address it
Paul: MY PROBLEM IS I DON'T HAVE COOKIE DOUGH ICE CREAM
Shana: no your problem is that you are text-shouting at me because I won't get you ice cream. that doesn't seem a little psycho to you?
Paul: moi?
Paul: psycho?
Paul: pfft
Shana: denial much?
Paul: I deny that I'm in denial. I deny that denial exists.
Paul: I deny da nile. THERE IS NO RIVER IN AFRICA
Shana: You can be cute and funny all you like, I'm still not getting your damn ice cream today
Paul: You are the meanest wife ever
Shana: guess so
9:35 AM | Filed Under IM, wife | 1 Comments
Lunchtime
I love the 'Ferry Noodle House' because I walk in the door and the waitress greets me with 'Hi Paul, having the same thing today?'. I nod in the affirmative, sit at the bar, and she grabs my credit card and hands me a glass of water. No needless words exchanged. I generally despise small talk in all it's forms.
I always order the same thing: Chicken Pad Thai, 3 stars. I'm sure some of the other food they serve is excellent, but I can't help but order the Pad Thai. To me, it is the perfect dish. When you take a bite, your mouth is flooded with sensation: Sweet, Salty, Sour, Savory, Spicy, and Bitter...all in a single bite, perfectly balanced. The texture is a noodle dish, with the slight crunch of bean sprouts. Occasionally I take a bite of the shredded carrots that they garnish the dish with a swig of water just to cleanse out the palate. Afterward though, I jump back into devouring the dish.
The sweet comes from palm sugar in the sauce, salty comes from the soy sauce they use as the base as well as (what I think are) dried shrimp throughout. Tamarind provides the sour, you get spicy from hot thai peppers, savory from the peanuts and chicken, and pungent from the garlic/shallots throughout. Plus, add a litte scallion in there somewhere. The result is yummy.
The balance is subtlety different every time I taste it. It varies based on which chef is doing the dish, the time of day (busy times seems to give a different mix for some of the chefs) as well as (I imagine) my particular mood at the time. Sometimes the egg or meat might be a little overcooked, sometimes perfect. Sometimes the chef will squeeze a little lime (or include a wedge) on the noodles, other times not.
Personally, I like the inconsistency. I realize that I order the same dish every time I go, but in reality, since the dish is different every time I taste it, I have quite the variety. Oh, I could go to McDonalds or Quiznos if I wanted a consistent meal (I do go to both occasionally, but only do McDonalds when I'm in a hurry). But the ferry noodle house is delightfully inconsistent, and sometimes I just love not knowing what I'm going to get.
One day I might order a different dish, but I doubt it. I will likely have to go to a different Thai restaurant to order some of my other classic Thai favorites. If I go to the Ferry Noodle House, I'm getting the Pad Thai...otherwise I might miss out on the flavor that the chef is giving to me today. And we can't have that.
I also like just having to nod and grunt to order. I'm not a person who likes to engage with people over trivialities. When I walk into the Starbucks by my work, the barista says 'Hi Paul' and just starts making my drink. Sometimes I might want to change my order at Starbucks, but meh...its so much easier just to nod and let them make it. I love efficiency.
There have been a few times where I have gone into Cups, another downtown Coffee place. I love their Coffee (better than Starbucks), but I have to actually open my mouth and speak words in order to get them to make me the drink I want. This just seems like wasted effort.
I'll just go back to Starbucks to nod and grunt. Efficiency wins.
12:09 PM | Filed Under food, lunch, pad thai | 0 Comments
Smallville
I meant to watch it when it first came on...I really did. I saw the previews, but never bothered to set my DVR...and I missed it. When Season 2 rolled around, I just let it go...too hard to catch up. I always meant to go back to it.
Fast forward quite a ways and Smallville is in it's eighth season...and now I'm really behind. So, on a whim...I ordered the first season on Netflix.
I was hooked. I have always liked comic book heroes, and Superman is still my clear sentimental favorite. Growing up and watching the 1980's Superman movies (Superman and Superman II...to hell with 3 and 4...they don't exist.), they captured my imagination as a young, somewhat powerless child. Later on in High School (or maybe after High School...I forget) I read "The Death and Life of Superman" by Roger Stern. It is a novelization of one of the most popular comic book story arcs of all time in the Superman franchise, and I absolutely loved it.
I loved the book because it really captured the humanity of Superman. It fascinates me to no end that you can inject drama into a story with the hero being the most powerful creature on Earth. Drama doesn't exist unless there is some possibility of failure.
In the book, they did that by straight up killing him, and they did it without using kryptonite, which btw...is usually how Superman stories wind up going, and it usually sucks.
The book presented the indestructible superhero of my youth as somewhat...mortal. It hooked me in and there were moments (Superman's funeral where the Justice League were carrying Superman's coffin to his tomb) that actually got me a little choked up...and yes, I felt like an uber-nerd when it happened.
When I went to get a tattoo in one of my less lucid moments of youth, I wound up getting a tattoo of a lip print...but it wasn't my first choice. I really wanted a superman emblem tattoo'd on my shoulder, but I chickened out a little bit and went for a mark that was more easily covered. I always intended to go back for it later, but fast-forward about 10 years, and my wife's little brother got the same Tat on his shoulder. So now I can't really ever go there without being a copycat. :)
When the first disk of Smallville arrived in the mail I was a little nervous to put it in. If it was too cheesy ('Lois and Clark' anyone?), I probably couldn't have handled it. The legend of Superman really holds a special place in my heart, and I don't think I could have seen it ruined again (I'm looking at you Superman IV).
But I put it in and....it wasn't bad. A little cheesy, but not so much that I couldn't handle it. Season 1 was really filled with 'freak of the week' stories. The episodes really didn't do a lot of character exploration, and one episode didn't really mesh with the others. In fact, I'd say you could probably watch that season out of order and likely not miss much. But, I liked the actors and the stories weren't bad. Plus, later through the Season the larger story arc started to come through a bit more.
By the time I got to the Season finale, I really wanted to know what was coming next. I practically begged Shana to pick up Season 2 the next time she went out.
Season 2 really hooked me to the show though. There were pieces I hated (wtf Chloe...wtf...), and pieces I loved (Christopher Reeve as Clark's pseudo-mentor!!!), but overall it was a great season. The producers had somewhat abandoned the 'freak of the week' stories and really focused in on building larger story arc's that spanned multiple episodes, which improved the show significantly. Smallville really didn't have a lot of detectable 'cheesiness' factor in it. The show was maturing and it was going from 'good' to 'great'. It wasn't completely there yet, but it was moving in the right direction. Whenever I watched, I couldn't wait to see the next episode. Always a hallmark of a great show.
Season 2 ended (expectedly) with a cliffhanger. Clark was off in Metropolis under the influence of Red Kryponite, Lex was involved in a plane crash and it wasn't known where he was.
I begged, pleaded, and made deals with the wife to get season 3, but to no avail...she was adamant that I would have to wait since I had a birthday coming up. I hate her so much sometimes.... Finally though, she caved and I got Season 3 and 4 from Amazon. They arrived on Saturday.
I spend the rest of this weekend in Smallville polishing off Season 3. And I have to say that Season 3 is the best season yet.
Chloe turned off her stupid 'lovesick' crap from season 2 and really turned into a dynamic character. She was given everything she ever wanted by the devil (Lionel Luthor), and the price of it was just to turn on her friends. She made a few difficult decisions and finally came around and did the right thing. Even though it wound up costing her at the end of the season. Great character development...I loved her story, and she really stole the show for me.
My only real gripe in season 3 was between Clark and Lana. I almost want to scream at the TV: "Just tell her you fucking dolt!", but alas, Clark just plays it dumb and finally loses her. It isn't a surprising story, and when she gets on a plane at the end of the season I couldn't help but hope she stays in Paris for a while. Somehow I think she will be back in Season 4, and it is really too bad. Seriously though, if Lana doesn't come back from Paris with another dude, I may scream at the TV. You can't keep a 'I kinda love him, but we just can't be together' vibe up. Lana needs to have another boyfriend and Clark needs to move on. Either that or they need to just bone and get it over with.
Tonight I start up Season four and I can't wait. The series is really starting to get good. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is having to beg for seasons five and six. Luckily, I have a birthday coming up. :)
After that, just need 7 and 8 and I'm caught up. Hello Father's Day!
9:25 AM | Filed Under smallville, television | 0 Comments
Killing Gophers
Still, there was one activity during that time that I enjoyed...you might even say I excelled at it. Killing gophers and ground squirrels.
Some might find what I did reprehensible. Killing soft, cute, fuzzy creatures. But meh..they were a menace and really tore up the parks unless they were kept under control. Plus, killing them was really fun!
We had a couple different techniques, but the most effective used gas bombs. Now, the gas bomb wasn't to kill them...nah...best you could do with it was annoy them. But what it did do was flush them out.
What you did was you find the gopher hole, and you dig it out about 12-18 inches...really get deep in there. Then you drop the gas bomb and quickly bury it, packing down the earth pretty hard. Then you watch the surrounding area. Any place where the white smoke was leaking out heavily was a place where the little bugger would likely emerge. As soon as you saw him, you smacked him on the head with a shovel as hard as you possibly could.
Generally they were very slow to dodge the attack since they were groggy from the gas, so usually I downed them in a single swing, but sometimes it would take multiple swings for the little buggers to go down.
It was great fun. Whoops, have to run... I'm going to submit my application to be the official blogger for PETA now.
Wish me luck!
9:41 AM | Filed Under gophers, high school, killing | 0 Comments
TV Show cancellations
My kids are sad that the Knight Rider remake likely will not be renewed...but really....did anyone expect any different?
Heroes is reportedly going to be renewed, but their poor showing in the ratings over the Season (despite the show actually seeming to get better, at least when compared to Season-2) leaves it's fate still up in the air.
Dollhouse was reportedly ok, but I'm now hearing that while it's initial run was for 13 episodes, the network has cut the 13th episode from the air schedule, and there will now be only 12. For those keeping score at home, this does not bode well for a second season. Why do they start good shows on a terrible night? Friday night is NOT the night for good TV programs. Friday night is where mediocre programs should be put until they die.
The worst is Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles. I was just really getting into this show, and it sounds like the plug is being pulled. It's ratings are in the toliet, despite being one of the most popular online shows on Hulu.
The Networks does see a lot of monetization opportunity from online viewership though, so they will cut a pretty decent series. TSCC was doomed when it was put in the deadend slot on Fridays. Damn you Fox. You kill these shows and produce filth. You disgust me.
2:03 PM | Filed Under dollhouse, heroes, rants, television, terminator, TV | 0 Comments
Seriously? I don't believe it
Seriously? What the hell?
It amazes me to no end the depths that Fox will sink to in "Reality" TV (which btw...has nothing to do with Reality at all). Fool people into working at a fake job and messing with them? Check. Test your Whore GF to see if she will do another dude? Check. Gold digging tramps? Check and Check.
It amazes me to no end the depths that people will sink to. This is quite possibly the worst of all. Take a bad economic climate with the sobering reality that people will be out of work and possibly lose their homes and/or be unable to provide for their families and...wrap a TV show around it and make it into a GAME SHOW.
Fox, you are all assholes. Everyone involved with this show is wasting the oxygen on this planet everytime they breathe in. Please, for everyone's sake...stop.
10:30 AM | Filed Under reality television | 0 Comments
Religion is stupid
I also think of myself as a somewhat spiritual person. This post is not about spirituality.
This post is about Religion.
First, lets define "Religion" (thank you dictionary.com):
re.li.gionThe interesting thing about religion itself is that it has very little to do with spirituality or even God, per se.
-noun
1. A set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, esp. when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affairs.
2. A specific fundamental set of beliefs and practices generally agreed upon by a number of persons or sects: the Christian religion; the Buddhist religion.
Religion is humanity's attempt to define traditions and rules surrounding the worship of something supernatural.
Religion breaks up people who are worshiping the same God, but in different ways. Wars have been fought between Protestant religions and Catholic religions not because of who they were worshiping (allegedly the same God)...but because of how they were doing it. Traditions and Morality.
But of course, the reality is less pure and holy. The reality is that it is usually a question of power and money. Oh yes, churches and other religious institutions are after that too. In fact, the Spanish Inquisition was less about 'Tradition and Morality" than an exercise in Papal Authority (i.e. Power).
The division in most of the major religions is usually so very minor that you wonder why they aren't just the same bloody church?
For example, what is the fundamental difference between a Baptist and a Methodist? They both worship the same God (allegedly). They both would probably acknowledge that if everything that they (Baptist or Methodist) believe is true, they will probably bump into each other up in heaven one day.
So why don't they just hang out together? Why have division at all?
Well you see, among other small differences, one religion believes in dunking a recently converted christian in a pool of water, and the other does not. And that is why they barely talk to one another. That is why they are not united in worshiping their god.
Even among Methodists, there are sects and segments:
World Methodist Council
United Methodist Church
AME Church
AME Zion Church
Church of the Nazarene
British Methodist Church
CME Church
Uniting Church in Australia
All of these are "Methodists". They believe in many of the same things, but have their own individual differences and distinctions.
There are some fundamental truths shared by many religions. Like Arminianism for example. In Christianity, there is a theological debate that splits religions call the Calvanist-Arminian Debate.
Methodism (along with offshoots like Pentecostals, Charismatics, Third-wave Charasmatics, etc) and General Baptists usually will subscribe to Arminianism. While Presbyterians, Reformed Churches, Particular Baptists, and others subscribe to Calvinism
What is the difference here? What separates these people? The (major) difference is whether or not man has free will to choose his own actions or whether those actions are pre-ordained.
What...a crock. Wars have been started over this? People have died over this? Who CARES? Obviously the people going to the church are there right then and want to be there. Does it matter if they made the decision to go there on their own or whether a super-powered holy being made them want to go there? The point is...they are there.
I'm going to start my own religion and here are my fundamental principals:
Religion of Paul
1) Seek the Truth.
Find the information that is out there, and apply reason and logic to that information. Science is not evil, it is exploring the works of God's creation and applying reason and logic to it. If you believe that God exists of course. His existence (or lack thereof) would be the first thing you need to figure out for yourself. Your beliefs are between you and God (again, if he exists). Always keep an open mind.
2) Help others seek the Truth.
Whatever you wind up believing in, give as much information to others about it as they seek...and no more. You do not exist on this earth to shove your beliefs down someone else's throat.
3) Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
The 'golden rule'. Or, the Kindergarten Principal. However you define it...be nice.
4) Do no harm.
In your interactions with the world try to leave it just a little bit better than how you found it. If someone doesn't believe what you believe, then live and let live. If your beliefs that there is a wrathful god that puts all the believers in heaven and non-believers in hell, then the non-believers are going to have a long time to regret their decision....there is no sense in making them regret it now. The point is, just because somebody might disagree with you, does not make them your enemy.
Or, to put it another way...'judge not lest yet be judged'. Or 'let he who is without sin cast the first stone'. I believe I read that somewhere...
5) Help others who are less fortunate.
This probably could be lumped in with rule number 3, or even rule number 4. I'm going to paraphrase Uncle Ben from Spiderman here: "With great power (or resources), comes great responsibility". Give thanks for what you have and work to pay it forward to someone else. This is the essence of morality. Make your life a legacy worth remembering for the positive effect you have had on others.
If everybody in the world subscribed to these beliefs, the world would be a better place. Sadly, we live in a world where people want power, and these rules don't give any institution power. These rules give the INDIVIDUAL power over their own spirituality.
No! We can't have that...
12:48 PM | Filed Under culture, religion, spirituality | 0 Comments
Baseball
I didn't used to be. Before I came to Seattle, I thought baseball was boring and dumb. Then I moved to Seattle in August of 1995. I didn't really know anybody, so I'd sit down in the common room of our barracks and watch what was on. And in Seattle, in August of 1995, what was on was the Mariners.
So I sat and I watched. I didn't get into it at first, but as the playoffs approached and Seattle inched closer and closer to the playoffs, I was really hooked. So much so that later that year I missed a football game to watch a baseball game...for the first time in my life.
Through the years since that day, I've been a Mariners fan. I followed them for 14 years now, through some pretty nice highs, and some pretty bad lows. I like listening to Dave Neihaus and Rick Rizz, but I'm not too sure about Dave Simms. I like Mike Blowers as a color guy.
Yesterday was the opening game. I missed it because there was a better game on. My son started his first day of little league. It was a great day for baseball. Lots of sun, sitting on a lawn chair, eating an ice cream, and watching a little baseball. Doesn't get much better.
I did check the M's scores throughout the game on my iPhone though... Hey, I'm not Father-of -the-year!
At the end of the day, the Mariners won and my son's team lost. Overall though, the kids had fun and that is all that is important. So it's really win/win for the day. The Yankees lost too. This makes me happy. win/win/win.
My two favorite teams in baseball are the Mariners and whoever the Yankees are playing.
It was a good day.
Tonight the M's play the Twins again, and try to make it 2-0 for the season. And my son's next game isn't until Thursday, so should be able to make it home and watch the game tonight. :)
Go Mariners!
8:03 AM | Filed Under baseball, mariners, seattle | 0 Comments