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We are the Champion, my friends
This posting will be found in the next Team Fort Wayne update and is being previewed here with the permission of Team Fort Wayne.
Welcome to the report of the 2007 Fort Wayne Fall Two-Headed Giant Champion. Well actually i am only half of the champion. As the name would imply there is another head and that head belongs to none other than Michael Sonksen. Not Mike, Michael, two syllables.
We were playing on behalf of not only Team Fort Wayne, but also Top Shelf Games. Top Shelf Games did not skimp in its support of the team bearing its moniker. Top Shelf Games provided lunch, card sleeves and entry for the team. In exchange Team Fort Wayne guaranteed victory.
It was a great experience. We waited for about half an hour for two teams that did not have the common decency to be on time. When Herman tried to justify the delay by claiming, "You all enjoy competition, don't you?" Mike quickly replied "Actually I prefer punctuality." This comment was promptly ignored as would be most other completely valid complaints. We didn't come here to play, we came here to wait.
When the late teams finally arrived, Herm began to explain the rules of the competition to us. Despite having played this format on previous occasions, Mike and i would learn that there were some new rules. One of the new rules was that the head judge was required to accuse Mike and me of being cheaters in front of the other players. At least as far as Herm was concerned this was a rule.
Additionally there would be no deck swap. This rule was enforced to allow team Starters to keep a very questionable pool that included five out of seven rares being bombs and nearly every good common in the environment. It seems their Profane Command and Purity would later test positive for steroids and there were reports of human growth hormone use by their Guile and Hostility. Your heroes would face the questionable pool in round four of the event. The questionable pool had been deemed unbeatable by all previous challengers, it was simply too powerful. It was almost as if it had been hand selected to contain every good card in the environment. Although there were five rounds to this event, this would be the deciding round as it would leave just one team undefeated and thus unbeatable.
Mike and i played at the top of our game. Every decision was evaluated, run through several permutations and re-evaluated. There were several plays on our part that observers would later say bordered on inhuman genius. But in the end we came up short and team Starters prevailed.
Wait, wait, wait. That isn't what happened. Don't you remember, i told you at the start that we were the champion. We were not going to let small things like the opposition of the judges, accusations of cheating against us, or even superior card pulls on the part of some of our opponents stand in the way of victory. We simply sucked it up and outplayed our opponents. Then after drawing with our fifth round opponents, the tournament organizer announced our victory.
Following the awards ceremony, Herm insisted that we pose for pictures to memorialize our victory and taunt and mock our competition. It seems that immature bragging is acceptable so long as it is for his site.
It is traditional now for the writer to acknowledge thanks and proclaim objections:
Thanks to:
Top Shelf Games for supporting Team Fort Wayne, this writer would state that Team Fort Wayne is in no way connected to Top Shelf Games.
Mr. and Mrs. Sonksen for providing me with my teammate.
Herman the German for running a fine event and being so cool with his nickname. Herm is a closet Scrubs fan, but i will not be the one to out him.
Objections:
Samy for standing up Chris.
Later
Bob
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Insomnia and Liberty
Once again i find myself unable to fall asleep. I tried going to bed at a proper time, didn't work. Then i tried reading, didn't work. Then i tried watching Berry Gordy's The Last Dragon. This usually works. Well... not The Last Dragon specifically, but watching an old movie that i have seen many, many times is usually relaxing. And honestly, who doesn't love to see Sho'nuff's reaction when Leroy realizes that he himself is the Master. But tonight even Berry Gordy's masterpiece was unable to lull me to slumber. So while i wait for the warm milk to kick in, i thought i'd post something.
I got my paperwork for the conference in April. Maybe next week when Kris is in town he can explain how to fill out the tax documentation. I could probably figure it out, but it is December and my mind has decided to function at about 85% until the days get longer so any help will be appreciated.
This conference should be interesting but once again Hobbes is slighted in favor of men like Paine. Really just once i'd like to see Leviathan discussed as a book on liberty. After all, without security there is no liberty, regardless of what Ben Franklin may have to say on the matter.
If my current inability to get to sleep at a regular hour does not resolve itself, i'll be in for a trip to Dr. Goudy and request a prescription for a sleep aid such as Ambien. Ambien CR, "A good night's sleep from start to finish." (Now maybe Sanofi-Aventis will reward me for my endorsement of what i can only assume is a fine product. The woman in the commercial certainly looks like she got a great night's sleep.).
In any event, my addled brain has decided that maybe it is time to sleep.
Good night all.
Bob
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Pushing Pushing Daisies
Tonight i watched Pushing Daisies for the first time. I have a new favorite show. There are so many things to like about this show. I also had a few fine surprises.
Molly Shannon is now a thin blonde woman. I never really liked Molly Shannon. I found her annoying and often unfunny during her run on Saturday Night Live. But tonight she was a fine treat, not unlike the taffy she sells at her candy shop on the show. She may or may not be on a multi-episode story arc. The fate of the arc depends on the writers strike. This strike is becoming very annoying as it is now starting to impact things that matter to me.
Now on to the things i like about the show. The show was created by Bryan Fuller (creator of Dead Like Me and Wonderfalls) who also serves as executive producer alongside Bruce Cohen, Dan Jinks, Brooke Kennedy and Barry Sonnenfeld. Dead Like Me and Wonderfalls are two of my favorite DVD sets in my collection. I watch them often and expect that after Pushing Daisies comes out on DVD it too will occupy a permanent slot near the front of my collection; though probably not a large one, because unless the American public surprises me this show will be a critical success and no one will watch it prompting a move to Friday night and then premature cancellation.
If this were a typical review i’d sing the praises of the cast individually. I’d say something like:
Lee Pace as the lead, Ned, owner and head pie maker could be a chump-hero right out of a Neil Gaiman story. He is in turns wistful and neurotic, but always compelling. Despite the otherworldy nature of his ability to return the dead to life, he remains accessible. Cursed to never touch the woman he loves the viewer can’t help but feel for Ned.
But this is not a typical review so i won’t be saying anything like that. Instead, i’ll talk about Olive played by the lovely Kristin Dawn Chenoweth (born July 24, 1968). Kristin Chenoweth effortlessly transitions between stage, television and film with the captivating grace that only she can project. (from her bio). Those of you with children may know her from Sesame Street where she plays Ms. Noodle, but before tonight i had not seen her. She is a Tony Award-winning American musical theater, film, and television actress. But more importantly she is hot, smokin’ hot. It is great to have an age appropriate object of lust. No more struggling with impure thoughts about Hanna Montana. (joking here, i don’t really want to burn in that special place in Hell reserved for Utah sect leaders and certain teachers at DeKalb).
Another great thing about the show is the narration provided by Jim Dale. Dale is the man that read millions of Americans the Harry Potter books. The narration provide a wonderful fairy tale touch to the series. If you don’t like fairy tales why are you here?
I’ve noticed that i haven’t really said anything about the premise of the show, and i don’t really think i need to say anything about the premise. After all, loyal reader, you accept everything i say as fact since my opinions have perfect truth value. But for those of you whose faith is weak and need things spelled out for you i’ll crib from the Wikipedia:
Pushing Daisies centers on the life of Ned, a man gifted with the mysterious ability to bring the dead back to life just by touching them. However, there are a couple of conditions: if he touches the revived person a second time, they die permanently; and if a person is revived for more than one minute, someone nearby dies.
There are you happy?
Now go get Pushing Daisies and watch it. Also buy it when it comes out on DVD. I’d like one new show that i watch to make it to season 2.
Later
Bob
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Can’t sleep or the clowns will eat me
So right now i can't sleep. I am not tired. Because i cannot sleep, i am talking with Mike.
I do not have a lot to do tomorrow so it should not be much of a problem. I do need to clean though. My new entertainment center is getting delivered on Thursday. I can finally get my living room put back together, and put away the DVD's that are scattered arround my house for lack of a place to put them. Of course i still need to figure out where to put the replica Spartan helmet. I'll check the top of the new center and see if it works. Given that i list much of the minutia of my life here, i will no doubt report the results.
Ideally my downstairs will be finished before spring. That would indeed be nice. Of course as soon as it is done, i'll likely need to get a contractor in to extend the bookshelves in my library (Formerly known to the previous occupants of this house as the dining room. But really what do i need a dining room for?) as i have run out of shelves to use for my ever growing collection of books. I just picked up loner copies of Diamond Age and Stardust should anyone be interested. (Edit Stardust is out, so it may be a while before it comes back).
Since this post has largely become about my library and not my insomnia i will discuss some recent additions.
Assassin's Creed was good but not all i was led to believe it would be.
The first two seasons of Maverick are awesome, the later ones are pretty good.
Scrubs Season six is great, as were seasons 1-3 and 5. Scrubs season 4 approaches the Platonic form of perfect art. In fact a philosopher king may actually allow its presence in his republic, after all the Family Guy fans were put in a safe place.
Charles Stross continues to put out good stuff. Halting State was quite good, despite the annoying second person narration. I also re-read Atrocity Archives. It still rocks. If you enjoy eldritch horror and haven't read this book yet, shame on you.
A Game of Thrones has turned out to be very good. I'll warn you the Starks are almost as foolish as the Atreides. But the Starks have direwolves, and direwolves beat dirty fremen any day. ( I know fremen ought to be capitalized; but screw that, the only capital "F" they'll get from me is a big F the fremen, dirty eco-terrorists. I like the fremen only slightly more than i like al gore, and al gore is at least taking action to warn us about the dangers of man-bear-pig. In fact, i think his work on warning us about the dangers of man-bear-pig recently won him a Nobel prize, that or some other made up issue got him the win.)
I picked up another copy of Wonderfalls. Christine failed to return the copy that was lent to her. Should i ever locate it, i'll owe her an apology, which she will get immediately following her apology for calling me a, "fucking bastard." And despite my "fucking bastard" status i still gave her a glowing recommendation for her new employer.
I also picked up Serenity Found: More Unauthorized Essays on Joss Whedon's Firefly Universe. You just can't have enough academic commentary on a canceled Fox television show.
Finally, at least for tonight, i am currently reading Peter F. Hamilton's The Reality Dysfunction. Eight-nine pages in, it is pretty good. I expect the next eight hundred or so pages to be good too. Although this is no Cryptonomicon, we are talking nine hundred paper back pages, not hard cover pages.
Enough about my media. I need to sleep.
Later
Bob
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That for which i am thankful
This is a post with a holiday theme. I originally thought I'd write about the various reason why Thanksgiving is not the holiday it once was. How we've lost our religion, or that celebrating the white man's colonization of the North America is not cause for a day off work. But being the sentimental fool that I am, I just decided to talk about something for which I am thankful.
The primary thing I am thankful for right now is my friendship with Kris. We've been through a lot. I've probably wronged him a time or two. And he may have committed a few errors in judgment over the years, I can think of a pair of big ones. But we've still remained friends. He even put me on the board of the Remnant Trust, giving me an outlet for my constructive, charitable side.
But really it is not the time we've spent together, or the things we've done, or even the sage counsel he has provided over the years that motivates me to post this tonight. After all I have other friends with whom I have shared adventures or wiled away the hours solving all the worlds problems (or at least compiling lists of safe places and candidates therefor).
Tonight I write to discuss a feat of friendship worthy of Sieben's best work. Kris was able to secure and deliver two hundred forty cans of Diet Pepsi Lime. No one has ever rendered such service to me before. And for his efforts I am most thankful.
Subsequent to taking possession this stockpile I have consumed five cans. This leaves me with a total of two hundred thirty-five cans. And while I have a lead on a new supply, for all I know these are the last two hundred thirty-five cans of Diet Pepsi Lime in existence. It was an act of extreme personal sacrifice for Kris to acquire this treasure and then turn it over to his friend. I know I would not have been able to do the same had our positions been reversed; and thus; I am thankful for his friendship.
I am also thankful that he will one day return to Pennsylvania and check again to see if more Diet Pepsi Lime is available for purchase and transport back to Indiana.
Later
Bob
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Good Morning from Jeffersonville
This is a rare remote update. I have been down in Jeffersonville visiting the Family Bex and doing a little bit of trustee work. The Remnant Trust will be hosting a Liberty Fund seminar in April of 2008 and Kris filled me in a little on the details. I will be attending this seminar as a participant. It should be interesting. I will no doubt have more to say later.
I also sat in on a planning meeting held by the Trust's visiting scholar with some local veterans for a planned set of interviews of World War II veterans with the intent of preserving those stories for posterity. This is a nation wide project and the various forms of data collected, interviews, videos, pictures, records, ect, will be archived at the Smithsonian. Phil, the visiting scholar, seems to be doing a good job.
On to other matters, if you are one of my Myspace friends you got a ridiculous spam ad from me last week. I was hacked. Please delete the comment post haste. Spare me the indignity of being associated with spamming. Unless of course, you appreciate and enjoy the irony of my serving as an unwitting vehicle for spamming. Then by all means, keep the spam; but know, you will be serving as an agent of evil and promoting that which all good men should shun.
Beyond that there is little to tell. After my thoughts have better crystallized i will write something about Beowulf. I would be doing a disservice if i did not mention that the movie is completely animated. Many who go to see Beowulf will be disappointed, to use a polite word. Do not be among their number. If you go, go knowing that the movie is animated. Also know it getts better after the first twenty minutes.
That is all.
Later
Bob
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In One Word
I came across an interesting exercise which i will attempt here. In one word describe a person. Since this is Myspace i'll do my top 8 friends and i'll add on an arbitrary number of other people to make this post more interesting. I'll not be doing any family members, what with the holidays coming up and all. So here goes.
Neil: Storyteller
Mike: Balanced
Chris: Unfinished
Rick: Skipped due to the no family rule
Steve: Earnest
Kris: Righteous
Ben: Debauched
Matt: Quixotic
Jason: Chameleon
Brett: Stubborn
Brad: Great
Stephanie: Organized
Jeremy: Stylish
Ryan: Competitive
Aaron: Slick
I could go on, but for now fourteen seems like enough. If you were left off and what to know your one word, message me and i'll give it some thought.
Later
Bob
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Scrubs Season 7 premire review (Spoilers)
The final season of Scrubs has started. I waited 6 days to put this up so you could all watch, record, download, or borrow the episode before i said anything. This may seem critical, but remember the worst episode of Scrubs is better than 90%+ of anything airing on the networks, cable, or original internet programing.
Season 7 starts off well by not pairing JD up with Elliot. Not immediately, as i expect them to be together before the end of the season. Hopefully we will not wait for the very last episode when Elliot gets off her plane to France and tells JD that she loves him.
Snoop Dogg Resident, formerly Snoop Dogg Intern, has been promoted to Snoop Dogg Attending and been giving a love interest of his own. Good for Snoop Dogg Attending.
And for the big shocker, Elliot did not marry Keith. Yeah that stuff earlier about pairing JD with Elliot was foreshadowing. And yes, it was as subtle as the writing in this episode. I blame Moonlighting for this problem. Not Bruce Willis, it couldn’t be his fault, nothing bad could be his fault. When Bruce and Cybill got together no one wanted to watch the show anymore. But i think the fact that the writing had gone downhill faster than when Garner left Maverick had more to do with the decline in the ratings than Bruce getting the girl. Stable couples can be funny. We leaned this on Ed. (We being me and the three other people that watched Ed). Dr. Mike and Nancy were consistently the funniest characters on the show after the eponymous Ed.
It appears that the two big story arcs will be what will JD do about Kim and when will JD and Elliot get together. Of course we knew this at the end of Season Six. I disagree with Zvi. It is better for a show to go out on top than to stick around and drift from mediocrity to bad, like the Simpsons has done. The problem with sticking around too long is that when the show goes into syndication a diluted quality pool means you get to see the episodes that made you like the show less often. Scrubs will not devolve to this point. But it is best to end things now before the writers run out of ideas.
Of course if the writers need an idea, here’s one: (this idea is gratuitously given to the writers, producers, creators, and owners of Scrubs. I relinquish all ownership rights of any sort including any rights to credit or compensation of any form whatsoever both presently and in the future, in this and any other quantum realities)
How about a spin-off built around Doctor Molly Clock.
I’d tune in.
Later
Bob
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An Ugly Story about Love
Normally i'd have the Scrubs hype machine going full speed with just twenty-six hours until the premier, but today i am going to take a break and share with you something i came across here on Myspace. This story was posted on Jill's blog and it is reproduced as she had it. Thanks Jill for sharing this story.
I received this as an e-mail this morning and really loved it. I hope that you will enjoy it and take a little from it as well.The Integrity of "Ugly"
Everyone in the apartment complex knew who "Ugly" was.
Ugly was the resident tomcat that loved three things
in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we
say, love. The combination of these things, combined
with a life spent outside, had their effect on Ugly.
To start, Ugly had only one eye. And, where the other
eye should have been, a gaping hole. He was also
missing his ear on the same side. His left foot
appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and
had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like
he was always turning the corner. His tail had long
ago been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which
he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped-type,
except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even
his shoulders, with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time
someone saw Ugly, there was the same reaction. "That's
one ugly cat!" All the children were warned not to
touch him. The adults threw rocks at him, hosed him
down, squirted him when he tried to come in their
homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not
leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you
turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting
soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things
at him, he would curl his lanky body around his feetin forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running,
meowing frantically. He would bump his head against
their hands, begging for their love. If you ever
picked him up, he would immediately begin suckling on
your shirt, earrings, or whatever he could reach or
find.
One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's
huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was
badly mauled. From my apartment, I could hear his
screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I
got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad
life was almost at an end. Ugly laid in a wet circle,
his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of
shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that
ran down his front.
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I
could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel
him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I
thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking
sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering,
and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I
pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my
hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye
toward me, and I could hear the distinct sound of
purring. Even in the greatest of pain, that ugly,
battle-scarred cat was asking only for a little
affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment, I
thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I
had ever seen.
Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even
try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly
just looked up at me, completely trusting in me to
relieve his pain. But he died in my arms before I
could even get inside. I sat down and held him for a
long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred,
deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about
what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to loveso totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a
thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever
could, and for that, I will always be thankful. Ugly
had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on
the inside, and it was time for me to move on and
learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to
those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more
successful, well liked, and beautiful. But for me, I
will always try to be "Ugly."
--UnknownNot very much can still stir my jaded soul. But this story did. I don't know or even care if the story is true. If it is not true it is a parable of the best sort, and if it is true i sincerely hope my Sunday School teachers were wrong and that animals can go to Heaven.Bob -
Scrubs. Scrubs! SCRUBS! SCRUBS!!!
It is time to turn on the Scrubs hype machine. NBC is doing nothing to alert it viewers of the impending return of the seventh and final :( season of Scrubs. You know I am sad if I am willing to stoop to using emoticons. That or it is a cynical attempt to manipulate my loyal readers.
First things first, Sam was the first person to call the start date to my attention. Chris may have mentioned something about it last week, but Sam was the first person to have a firm date so the glory goes to him. I am always happy to get info about Scrubs, even info I already know, as it shows that someone else watches the show. Go Sam.
Since this is the final season of Scrubs NBC will not be able to jerk us around with its annual tradition of Will they, or Won't they Renew the Show. But those crafty execs at NBC have found a new way to torture us. Season Seven will consist of only eighteen rather than twenty-two episodes. I think in their spare time NBC execs work for Lucifer coming up with new ways to torture the damned. Even with millennia of experience demons are less creative in coming up with ways to torture their clients than TV execs. If you doubt me ask any Firefly fan.
Even though they robbed us of two hours of quality television, at least NBC managed to get Season Seven before the Season Six DVDs came out. For those of you who haven't ordered it yet, Season Six comes out on October 30, 2007 (you can order it here).
Go watch Scrubs.
Do it.
Seriously, you need to watch Scrubs.
All the cool kids are watching it.
I'll be your friend, but I'll still cut you if you send me spam.
Tune in Thursday 9:30 P.M.
Later
Bob
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Anything for a blonde what???
I’ve been meaning to address this issue for a while but other things keep coming up. Anyway, i’ve been using my treadmill more which means i am watching VH1 again. I am not sure what the censorship policy is at Viacom, but it doesn’t make any sense.
It is ok to put a song on the air that describes illegal drug use as long as the words, "drug" and "pills" are omitted despite it is plain as a girl from Wisconsin dairy country what the omitted words are. I am not even sure why "assholes" and "ass" get the volume drop. Those words have been TV mainstays since we had to see David Caruso’s ass on NYPD Blue. The more ironic thing is that Nickelback sings, "I’m gonna sing those songs that offend the censors" while bowing to the demands of Viacom. I guess they don’t want to offend the censors if it means they’ll lose their slot on the play list.
Constant exposure to Kanye West’s song Stronger has worn down my resistance. It is a catchy tune and i find myself enjoying it when its turn comes up during my morning walk. But again the ugly censorship hydra rears a couple of its heads. I am ok with censoring "Fuck" after all we do need to draw the line somewhere. But i am not sure what the point is of censoring "dyke." Either this song is offensive and needs to not air at all, or Viacom should let the clever rhyme through. After all i share Kanye’s sentiment, i’d do anything for a blonde ____ , too. Maybe Viacom could ask him to edit the song like he did for Golddigger. This is the guy that figured out how to rhyme "golddigger" with "broke" to appease his corporate masters.
The point here is a few dropped words doesn’t change anything; especially when people are lip syncing the omitted words. But i don’t want you to think i am being negative. After all i am just thankful that they still show videos at all, so i’ll take what i can get--even poorly censored videos. Well... i’ll take it until Rupert Murdock launches Fox Music Television.
I’m waiting, Mr. Murdock. Don’t let us down.
Later
Bob
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I hate DST.
I have been busy lately and have not had time to post anything. Of course my readership is so limited that most of you do not need to look here for info about YT, you get it straight from the source.
Fall has started and thanks to the geniuses in the Congress, mostly Democrats, we have longer daylight savings time. The more it is dark in the morning the worse off i am. So the past few weeks have been rough, but things are getting better now. A combination of modern medical science and engineering technology brought to us at low, low prices courtesy of Wal-Mart are seeming to do the trick. This means i am taking my pills and using my treadmill.
I really, truly hate daylight savings time. The farmers were right all these years, it is a horrible idea. Initially when my man Mitch proposed this, i was behind it. Businesses would no longer suffer because the rest of the world could not figure out what time it was in Indiana. But really i was in favor because i thought we would move to Central Time. There is no advantage to Indiana being on Eastern Time.
We are the west edge of EST. This means the sun rises almost an hour later for us than it does on the East Coast. If we moved to Central Time the sun would rise an hour earlier. Indiana retailers would be at a competitive advantage on three boarders because our stores would be open an hour later than the ones in Michigan, Ohio, and Kentucky. More importantly you could watch Monday Night Football and not be a zombie the next day at work. But, alas, we were not moved to Central Time.
At this point Jill Long-Thompson would have a shot at my vote if she proposed scrapping Daylight Savings Time. This would be despite the fact that she is at least two full points lower on the Ten Scale than when she was our Rep., and even then she was only a six at best. Comparisons to Miss Piggy are now insults to the pig. But getting off DST is very attractive. Even enough to convince me to take a very ugly Betty (Jill) to the dance rather than staying true to my beloved GOP.
Now before you crucify me for judging a woman merely by her appearance, never fear. I think Jill Long-Thompson is a horrible person on the inside too. This is just a rare case where you can judge a book by its cover and get it right. So now you know that i hate daylight savings time, and that Jill Long-Thompson is at best a wildebeest on the Tucker Max Scale. That is probably enough personal disclosure for today.
Later
Bob
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The Absence of Evidence is not the Evidence of Absence.
Boondocks has be gone for a while, but now Boondocks is back on the air. On October 8, 2007, at 11:30 pm the first episode of season two of the Boondocks will return to Adult Swim. Once again best product of black nationalism has returned to shine the light of truth into your ignorant white minds.
Riley is back to keep it real. Huey is back to spread the word. Granddad is back to whoop some ass. And Uncle Ruckus (no relation) is back to remind us to not be sorry, but instead to be joyful.
Until Scrubs comes back, there is no better place to spend your TV time than in the Boondocks. You know where i'll be Monday night, i recommend you join me, bring some gourmet cheese. But if you are weak stick and cannot stay up that late check out EZTV. Or if you are the patient type, pick up Season 2 of the Boondocks at Amazon.com. Season 1 is available now.
So while you wait for Monday night remember 3 things:
Jesus was Black.
Ronald Reagan was the devil.
And the Government is lying about 9/11.
Later
Bob
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The 26th Century is safe, but not as satisfying as it should be.
So may copy of Halo 3 arrived yesterday. As you know, i got the super-cool deluxe Legendary Edition. It seems that Bungie does not want anyone to wear the helmet, perhaps fearing a lawsuit stemming from white trash children setting their trailers on fire and then blaming the Master Chief; and then, later editions of Halo would have to take away the flame thrower and incendiary grenades. The helmet cannot be worn, it is an elaborate cover to the stand which can hold four discs and their cases. Four seems like too few to me. Of you have Halo: Combat Evolved, Halo 2, the Multiplayer Map Pack, Halo 3, and Halo Essentials, it adds up to five. A bigger complaint is that Halo Essentials, the bonus features disc, will only play in my 360. Whose brilliant idea was this? Lacking an actual person to blame i will blame Bill Gates; after all, he is known for micromanaging everything at Microsoft and has become a popular internet whipping boy. (and as they say in Noble County escape goat.) But i must say, the helmet looks pretty cool sitting on top of my entertainment center. I'll have to find a new place for it when the new entertainment center arrives. It is larger to accommodate my ever growing collection of DVD TV seasons. With the new entertainment center's extra height, my beloved new object d'art will be out of my eyeline if placed on top.
On to the game itself. The campaign is, as you should already know, too short. I did not time myself, but I finished the game in the five to six hour range. That is not enough. The campaign actually feels shorter than Halo 1 did, partly because of the intense sense of pressure and need to hurry that the game invokes while you are playing it. But that is only good the first time through. I have not done any exploring yet so there is still a lot to do, but Bungie should have put more into the campaign, even if the primary focus is on multi-player. The ending sucks, you can't hear all the dialog and unless you complete the game on legendary you will not know the fate of the Master Chief. Fortunately thanks to xTala25x and the good people at Youtube.com you can see the true ending and a fate better deserved by John 117 than the normal ending delivers, even if this ending is is derivative of a 1500 year old British myth involving a cool sword and an unfaithful wife.
All in all i have not gotten my one hundred thirty bucks out of the game yet, but i expect that i will.
Later
Bob
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The week that was, Sept. 17-23
Looks like the Colts are going to crush Huston. I find myself watching the Colts more often of late. The peer pressure of all my Colts fan friends, mainly Kris and Mike, must be wearing me down. But i really wish the Colts were an NFC team. CBS sucks at coverage of all non-golf sports. Fox Sports, much like Fox News, Fox Business, and Fox Network is superior to its competition.
Bex was in town for a Remnant Trust display at the Allen County Courthouse. The display went well. Next time we will revise the contract so that Kris is not committed to more than 2 two-hour intervals each day. I don't mind going down and helping with the display, but nine hours a day on top of my day job is a little much. (The sacrifices i make for a worthy cause.) That would give us more time to do other productive things like take in a movie.
Speaking of movies, go see Shoot 'Em Up. 87 minutes of over the top violent fun. The plot is simple: one guy kills a bunch of guys who are trying to kill him. By the end of the movie the body count may be over 100 without a plane crash, explosion, or natural disaster to artificially pump up the numbers. Who doesn't want to see a movie where the main character is able to kill three different villains on three separate occasions with a carrot. The critics that didn't like this movie are all pussies. They should love it, after all it is pro gun control. And as you all know, i think movie critics are all liberal idiots that voted for Al Gore; main because they are all liberal idiots that voted for Al Gore.
When you get done seeing Shoot 'Em Up, go to Toscani's at 120 W. Wayne St. to get something to eat. Bex and i had two half-sandwiches and a large pizza with sodas for about twenty-five bucks. We had enough food that we even brought some back for Judge Mattias, who we left to man the book display while we went to get something to eat. Toscani's is now my new favorite place to eat in Ft. Wayne, even edging out Subway when Sydney is working.
Later
Bob
P.S. I may be up for going to the Shiny Toy Guns show in Indy on Oct. 7, anyone else interested? It all depends if i go down to Louisville or not.
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John One Seventeen
For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ
John 1:17
Today i am not here to discuss the Bible. But come September 25th, John One Seventeen will be on my mind. You might know him better as the Master Chief, but his name is John-117.
I cannot wait for Halo 3. I ordered the super-deluxe Legendary Edition. It comes complete with diorama box and a Spartan Helmet. I just changed my order on Amazon.com so that i would get the game sooner. Normally i can wait, but this time i am simply too anxious to wait and it is worth nine bucks to get my fix of Covenant blood.
I expect that on September 28th i will go into my house and not come out or communicate with another human being until Monday October1st. Unlike my birthday, i will not answer the door. I will not answer the phone. I will not IM. I will not end my isolation until i have ended the Covenant threat once and for all. I might make an exception if i decide to order pizza.
I am posting this message as a public service to my friends and family. Unless you get a job at Pizza Hut, do not expect to see or hear me that week-end.
Later
Bob
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Their, there, and they’re and escape goats.
Their:Adj. The possessive form of they1. Used as a modifier before a noun: their accomplishments; their home town2. Used with an indefinite singular antecedent in place of the definite masculine his in an attempt to comply with politically correct language usage without resorting to the ridiculous usage of the definite feminine her: Whoever would vote for B. Hussein Obama should lose their vote.There:–adverb
1. in or at that place (opposed to here): She is there now.
2. at that point in an action, speech, etc.: He stopped there for applause.
3. in that matter, particular, or respect: His anger was justified there.
4. into or to that place; thither: We went there last year.
5. (used by way of calling attention to something or someone): There they go.
6. in or at that place where you are: Well, hi there.
–pronoun
7. (used to introduce a sentence or clause in which the verb comes before its subject or has no complement): There is no hope.
8. that place: He comes from there, too.
9. that point.
–noun .
10. that state or condition: I'll introduce you to her, but you're on your own from there on.
–adjective .
11. (used for emphasis, esp. after a noun modified by a demonstrative adjective): Ask that man there.
–interjection .
12. (used to express satisfaction, relief, encouragement, approval, consolation, etc.): There! It's done.
They're:Contraction of "they are".
Now should any of you become court reporters you will have no excuse for confusing those three words, not that anyone who has passed fifth grade has a viable excuse in any event. Also some other tips:The word is overrule, not over rule.The word is hearsay, not hear say.Escape goat is not a phrase used by anyone, ever. No one rides goats away from danger. But scapegoat is a word used by people who bame their problems on others. Even unfit parents know the difference between a scapegoat and an escape goat.Basso late is neither a word nor a phrase in the English language. It is also not a correct substitution for vacillate, not even in African-American Vernacular English, West Virginia, or Kentucky dialects.LaterBobNote: This blog was brought to you by the good people of Noble county and its Superior Court II. -
Random Thoughts
I have been working on an appeal and on Gears of War today. The appeal will be done tomorrow, maybe before the end of the day. I spent this week-end working on the appeal, watching Have Gun, Will Travel season II, and avoiding the public. Ordinarily avoiding the public is no accomplishment, hundreds of thousands of shut ins do it every day, but I live in Auburn, and it is Labor Day weekend.
Labor Day weekend means ACD. On Friday there were throngs of drunken individuals drinking on the court house square. On Saturday i was trapped in my home because my street gets shut down and if you don't get your car out, you cannot go anywhere for a few hours while the parade goes by. On Sunday there is some kind of craft show, it may be there on Saturday as well, but despite being less than three blocks away I have not been there since I moved in five years ago. So avoiding the public while all of this is going on is no mean feat.
I needed to get some cases for the appeal so I logged on to Westlaw. When i went to my homepage, www.Iwon.com, I saw that the Jerry Lewis Telethon set a new record. This is the first year since I became aware of it, that I did not notice the Jerry Lewis Telethon. As I child I always hated the telethon because I'd tune in on Saturday morning expecting to see cartoons and get some guy asking for money. I'd wait, and he'd still be there. Now I could still watch the other channels, but when I was a kid there was no Fox network, and no Nickelodeon, so no cartoons on one network was pretty much a shutout as CBS had nothing to offer. It is interesting to go from hating the telethon to not noticing it all.
I saw a commercial for Halo 3. The red Spartan was biding a fond farewell to the various locations in Halo 2. It was effective, and despite the fact that i don't play multi-player (if i wanted to play with real people, i'd have them come over to my home), it still made me wistful. I quickly got over my nostalgia for virtual locations i which i have never, and likely, will never visit and began to look forward to Halo 3. I have considered taking the week off to play Halo 3 when i comes out, but i think i'll settle for the week end. And unlike my birthday week end, this time i will not answer my phone or my door. It will be just me, the Master Chief, the Arbiter, and Cortanna slaughtering as many Covenant as i can.
Later this month Bex will be in town for a Remnant Trust Display in Fort Wayne. Be sure to come.
Also September will bring a trivia contest with the traditional five dollar prize.
September should be an interesting month.
Later
Bob
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My ten favorite songs
I hate family guy. I've said it before. But last Sunday i had family guy on while waiting for Robot Chicken. I may hate the show, but Seth MacFarlane has great taste in music. The episode i was watching had a snippet from Stay by Lisa Loeb. I had forgotten just how much i like that song.
My friends and i sometimes discuss who is hotter Christina or britney. It's not a real contest right now, but even back when britney was hot, i'd leave a thousand Christinas and britneys for one Lisa Loeb. This past week i have been listening to Lisa Loeb and watching her videos on Youtube. I have The Very Best of Lisa Loeb in my shopping cart on Amazon waiting for there to be something else i want so i can get free shipping. (I am in no hurry, as Youtube can give me a fix whenever i need it).
I thought it would be entertaining to compile a list of my ten favorite songs. This list is not in any particular order, just a list of the songs i like best. And for you nit-pickers, i know there are more than ten songs on the list, but the list changes and i wanted to include the songs that are going to be in contention.
So, here is the list, again, in no particular order.
Stay (I missed You) by Lisa Loeb. This is the song that got this ball rolling so it gets to be first on this list. I went on about Ms. Loeb above so i'll spend a little less time here than i otherwise would. Anyone who does not like this song is a philistine and should be put in a safe place.
Everlong by The Foo Fighters. "My favorite band, playing my favorite song." I didn't say that, David Letterman did. Who is going to argue with Dave? No one here will because i will delete their comment.
Lovesong by the Cure. This is my favorite Cure song. Each girl i have been really serious about gets a song. This is Jenny's. I am not sure if i can separate my feelings about the song from my feelings about the girl, but it doesn't matter because i don't need too. I like this song so much, i even like the version 311 did.
Burn by The Cure. This is my favorite Cure song. I know i just wrote that Lovesong is my favorite Cure song, but this list isn't rational. Thus Burn and Lovesong are my favorite Cure song. There is no contradiction, at least not for me.
Desert Rose by Sting. This song makes it on every mix disc i make. I use the re-mix for the up-tempo ones, the album version on everything else. God bless the Jaguar company for bringing this song to everyone's attention. Someday i will buy a black Jaguar S-type just like the one in this song. But this is not my favorite Sting song, we'll get to that later.
The Thing I Hate by Stabbing Westward. In January, there is no song i like better. Period. This song makes better use of noise than anything i have ever heard. It is relentlessly high energy and bleak, a perfect combination for me in the winter, but good year-round.
Love Me Tender by Elvis Presley. This is my favorite ballad. Should i get married this song will be only thing i insist on, everything else is negotiable.
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica. I used to like metal much more than i do now. This is the song that i always insisted on playing in college. Usually after two o'clock in the morning after everyone that was going to hook up already had. There were surprisingly few girls at IU that liked this song, even in the early 90's.
Little Drummer Boy by Kathrine K. Douglas. This is my favorite Christmas carol. At no point, however tired i get of Christmas music, do i grow tired of hearing this song. Whether performed by Bing Crosby, Perry Como, Dolores O'Riordan, or even Ashley Simpson, I like this song.
Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. I am usually pretty nihilistic. I spend an inordinate amount of time staring into abysses, they do stare back. But i have a small sentimental, sweet side. This song feeds that sweet side. Even in the middle of winter, just hearing the opening bars will shine a light into the dark reaches of my soul and banish the shadows long enough to make me smile.
Things I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne. I've written before about why i like Avril. I'll not go over it again here, just follow this link. Anyway, i picked this song because i love the contradiction between to upbeat poppy music and the depressing lyrics.
Haunted by Poe. I figure Poe will never make it big. The public wants its stars to be dimmer than Ms. Danielewski, and she is just too bright. But that is ok because maybe it means the next time she goes on tour, i'll be able to go see her in some small club, preferably in Fort Wayne where no one gets to smoke at the show.
Fortress Around Your Heart by Sting. This is my favorite Sting song. This is what i listen to when i know i ought to apologize, but i also know that i am not going to. In Every Breathe You Take Sting wrote the stalker's anthem. This is an anthem for the self destructive, it offers the tantilizing hope that maybe, just maybe, you can put the wrong things right.
There that is the list of my ten favorite songs.
Later
Bob
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Can you succeed where i have failed?
So far Stardust has made $15,421,000. This is not enough. Mirrormask did not do well. I want more Neil Gaiman movies made. This means more people need to see his movies. I have seen it once, but i can see that once will not be enough. So i will be going again. Last time i went alone, but as this is a date movie, i will be needing a date.
This is the part where you come in trusty reader, fix me up. I will take any legal female that wants dinner and a chance to see Stardust. So here is your chance to fix me up with a blind date.
To motivate you there needs to be a prize. The person who first responds with a reasonable choice will jump up to the 1 spot on my friend list and, as is tradition on this blog, get five bucks. If the date goes well i will also pick up the tab on a couples date for you and a companion of your choice (unless you are married then i insist you choose your spouse). Your judgment is at stake here, if you send a poor choice, you may be defriended. I don't mean kicked off my list here on Myspace, i mean i won't talk to you any more
I am unwilling to travel, except to Columbus or Indianapolis. This is a traditional date, so i will be paying; don't choose one of your crazy feminist womyn friends that thinks going dutch is ok.
In the event that none of you come through, i'll have to do it myself. But don't let that happen, you've seen what happens when i am left to my own devices.
Later
Bob
Edit August 23:
So far only one person has gotten the point of this post. I am not really seeking your assistance in finding a date. (Though your help is always appreciated, who am i to spurn the goodwill of my friends). This was really just about lamenting my poor choices in women of late. The last paragraph is the whole point. I'll just have to make better choices in the future.
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Hit me with that sixteen pound sledge
I went to see Stardust on Friday. I waited to post this to allow some of you to go see it for yourselves and form your own opinions before you got mine. If you want the quick review and don't have time to read this whole post here it is:
The movie is good. Take a date. The book is better. Read it after you see the movie.
There, now you can go. Go see Stardust.
Now on to the review proper. First the good things, then the less good.
The casting was excellent. I liked everyone in this movie. Each of the characters visually lined up well with my expectations. My only possible quibble with the casting would be with Victoria. But then unless the director had access to a time machine to go back and get a seventeen year old Heather Graham, no one would match my expectations for Victoria. This is not a knock on Sienna Miller, just that in the book Victoria is the perfect blond. So imagine your ideal perfect blond, this is Victoria. If you imagined Seinna Miller, you'll be very happy; but, i imagine Heather Graham.
The sets were all well done. The locales were breath-taking, or awe-inspiring as was required. In fact visually virtually everything about this movie was almost perfect. The production stills were all dead on in showing what to expect from the movie. This is a very, very pretty movie.
The acting was also very good. Michele Pfeiffer is at the top of her form as Lamia. Alternately very funny and menacing, Lamia is handled deftly by Ms. Pfeiffer, and i was well pleased.
Robert De Niro is most entertaining as Captain Shakespeare. I wanted to dislike this character, not because he is a whoopsie, i am fine with that. I wanted to dislike this character because he is not in the book and he replaces a character i very much liked Captain Johannes Alberic. However, De Niro did such a good job, that i forgave the filmmakers and just enjoyed Capt. Shakespeare.
Charlie Cox was good. Claire Danes was good. There are no complaints about the acting here. It was all good.
Now for the less good.
Some might call it bad, but i will not. I will not call it bad because i want you all to see this movie. And if you have not read the book this stuff will not bother you quite so much as it did me. Then again it has been remarked to me on more than one occasion that trifling matters rarely bother others quite so much as they do me. Rarely is anyone else upset when diamonds are portrayed as hexagonal crystals, fortunately not a flaw present in this movie as i have vowed to walk out on any movie that portrays diamonds as hexagonal. But there are some elements that are less good, and they follow.
Time compression. In the book events take place over months. This is a natural pacing for the events as they are many and monumental in some instances. In the movie the events all transpire within one week. This makes the movie feel rushed almost like it is a race rather than an epic.
The land is called Faerie, not Stormhold; Stormhold is one Keep ruling over one land, not all of Faerie.
The land is called Faerie; that means magical creatures, not magical creature. In the movie there is one magical creature a unicorn. In the book there are many. Pixies, bogarts, talking-trees that were formerly wood nymphs that were modeled after Tori Amos, enchanted creatures that were once royalty (think frog-prince but more clever), little hairy men with strange abilities, or maybe powers, and other creatures that give you the sense that everything in Faerie is permeated with magic. This is an essential quality of the book, it is lost in the movie.
Victoria is a nice girl, not a selfish bitch. Victoria in the book is sympathetic and gets just what she deserves in the book, and you are pleased for her. In the movie she is a selfish, spoiled bitch. I don't like selfish, spoiled bitches that only think of themselves and what will make them feel good and care little about how their actions harm those around them and those they profess to care about. (You know who you are, and the rest of you probably know who they are too.)
I could go on, but as you should have figured out, my complaints center around how the movie falls short of the standard set by the book. I will probably feel the same way about Coraline and American Gods when i finally get to see them. In fact the only Gaiman movie that will not fall short of the book is Neverwhere. As Neverwhere was originally conceived as a mini-series it actually was superior as a film to the novel in my estimation.
I liked Stardust. You will like it. If you do not, the fault lies in you, not the film. Get some therapy, deal with your issues, slay your personal demons, and then go back and see Stardust, you'll like it.
Later
Bob
P.S.
If you don't understand the title, i'll get to it later.
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You can't cross the Wall. Nobody crosses the Wall.
I have been waiting two years for this movie. Now i need wait only eleven days more. For those of you that haven't seen the trailer yet it is linked here. This will be a good movie, or i will give every person that i have personally recommended this movie to five dollars. (Offer void in Indiana).
So far what i have seen in the trailer, commercials, production stills, and at IMDB is spectacular and awesome. (The classic definition as in "inpiring awe," not simply something Bill would say to Ted. Claire Danes is gorgeous as Yvaine. Michelle Pfeiffer is stunning as Lamia. The sets are better than anything i ever saw in my mind's eye.
I'll do a proper review after i see the movie.
Later
Bob
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I need a new watch
I need to replace my watch. I really don't want to because i love my current watch. It is stainless steel with gold accents and most importantly a blue face. I love this watch, but its time has finally come.
I am not sure what i want though. This watch is perfect. Every time i look at it i am happy. I know any watch that i get to replace it will be inferior, because it will not be my watch , it will just be some watch that has replaced my watch.
I've been looking for a replacement for about 18 months now. About two years ago it started keeping bad time and runnning through batteries. Now it eats batteries like they are Pez candies. This can't continue forever, i know at some point the watch will finally give up the ghost and no amount of new batteries will keep it running. But still, i cannot find a replacement so i keep buying new batteries and keep it on life-support.
I guess i'll have to hit the local jewelry store and see what is out there. I've looked on Amazon, but a watch has to be seen, touched, and heard. It can't tick too loud or i will go insane. I don't want something with big numerals or fancy tricks. I want something that will tell me the time and the date and look fine with the suits i need to wear to court and still look fine when i am wearing my black T-shirts.
Tomorrow i will put another five dollar infusion into my watch. I don't feel right when leave my house without a watch on. But i know this can't continue. It sucks. Really. Really. Sucks.
I will miss this watch.
Later
Bob
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I like Cats
I like cats.
That's it for this one.
Later
Bob
Ok, i'll throw you a content bone. Here's a list of quotes from various worthwhile individuals about God's one perfect creation:
In ancient times, cats were worshiped as gods. They have never forgotten this.
Terry Pratchett
I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.
Hippolyte Taine
How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven.
Robert A. Heinlein
Watch a cat when it enters a room for the first time. It searches and smells about, it is not quiet for a moment, it trusts nothing until it has examined and made acquaintance with everything.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
There are two means of refuge from misery of life- music and cats.
Albert Schweitzer
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
Leonardo Da Vinci
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
Sigmund Freud
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
Ernest Hemingway.
Of all God's Creatures there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.
Mark Twain
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Columbus
Columbus is named for one of history's greatest monsters. But leaving that matter for another day, i'll tell you about my trip there last week end.
I have been to Columbus a number of times. On this trip there were two things i was looking forward to seeing in Columbus, the Plastic Generals and the North Market.
Upon arriving in Columbus, which i arrived at in record time as i was traveling alone so there was no faulty navigation by any co-pilot, i was met by the Plastic Generals plus one. Well not quite plus one as Kelsi was not yet with them and we would need to go to B-Dubs to meet her.
Meeting Kelsi was an interesting experience. I learned that she is able to recall details under pressure. She was able to accurately relate to us the details of a car crash that we were 15 seconds too late to observe. Don't worry, we missed nothing, just an idiot flipping his car. I also learned that the normal rules we mere mortals live by do not apply to Kelsi when she was able to go upstairs at B-Dubs without first obtaining an armband. Later i learned that she cannot think rationally where lions and tigers are concerned. No lion, ever, could defeat a tiger. No number of lions can defeat a tiger. Fact. Finally and most importantly, i learned that Kelsi is a generous soul as she graciously agreed to go with Mike to obtain a pass for me so that my money could be saved for other things, some of which will be disscussed later.
Other observations from Columbus:
Happy Greek is the best place to eat in Columbus.
It is possible to buy diluted vodka in Ohio, though i am unsure why you would want to.
Mike was actually able to get us kicked out of a strip club before we could even get in. (A new record.)
OSU segregates its labs on Friday nights.
Origins is a smaller and mostly inferior version of Gencon. (Except for the North Market)
William Shatner would beat Brad Pitt in a fight faster than a tiger could defeat a lion.
My Vans suck as walking shoes.
If there is a better place in Columbus to eat than the Happy Greek, it is the North Market.
Cocktails by Jenn is an absolutely brilliant product. Who doesn't enjoy a good Appletini, light on the tini.
It is possible to avoid paying the 7 dollar event parking fee if you are able to think outside the box.
Fighting with foam swords is dumb.
If you are going to fight with foam swords go with two swords and not a sword and shield.
If you are going to hang out, do it with an Artiste.
Brayton has one good plan and no back up plan.
After 9:00 P.M. on Saturday i learned why someone would want to buy diluted vodka.
All in all it was a pretty good trip.
Bob
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Little Boxes
Most of you have probably heard someone quote Newton Minnow. You know the quote, the one that calls TV a "vast wasteland." Of course virtually no one knows who Newton Minnow is, or what he was saying. A little history lesson is in order. Newton Minnow was the chairman of the FCC in 1961when he gave his speech which is so often misquoted. An excerpt is reproduced below:
When television is good, nothing--not the theater, not the magazines or newspapers--nothing is better.
But when television is bad, nothing is worse. I invite you to sit down in front of your television set when your station goes on the air and stay there without a book, magazine, newspaper, profit and-loss sheet or rating book to distract you--and keep your eyes glued to that set until the station signs off. I can assure you that you will observe a vast wasteland.
The purpose of this post is not to discuss vast wastelands. Good TV is a source of inspiration and jumping off point for new knowledge. For instance I have finally gotten around to watch my DVD of Weeds. I learned several things, some of which i will share:
1. Mary-Louise Parker is hot. She is the MILF i'd most like to F.
2. Agrestic is an English word meaning "characteristic of the fields or country."
3. Ossobuco is a Italian dish of braised veal shanks.
4. Kevin Nealon is still funny.
5. TV is best watched with access to Wikipedia and Google.
I highly recommend that you try watching you favorite programs while you have access to the internet. When you come across a subject you are unfamiliar with, like Ossobuco for instance, you can quickly look it up and enjoy the program that much more because you understand it that much better. Wikipedia and Google will make your experience better, in fact: nothing is better, just like Newton said in 1961.
Later
Bob
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Not much new
I have not written anything for a while now. Tonight i was watching Fox. I keep swearing that i will stop watching Fox's Sunday line-up because Simpsons has devolved into unwatchable tripe and Family Guy has been utter trash since it was revived, but from time to time i tune in to King of the Hill and leave the TV on while i work. Tonight was such a night.
Fox has brought back the The Loop. I enjoyed it the first time around and it is still pretty good, though i do miss the girl roommates. But this is not a posting on the Loop, so we'll get on to the real purpose of today's blog.
Simpsons showed that it can still do something clever. The opening sequence with Homer evolving from a single-celled organism to Man was as good as anything from season 2-5. I figure the Kansas State Board of Education will try to ban the sequence.
Family guy still sucks. Sucks hard, but not as hard as when it is called American Dad. However tonight's episode featured a few seconds of I'm Free (Heaven Helps the Man). Now many of you were too young to recall the glory of the 1980's and this song is not really part of that glory, but it is catchy nevertheless. I included this link so that you too could feel the inspirational power of Mr. Loggins and find the strength of character to dance with Lori Singer just across the tracks where neither the long arm of the law nor Reverand Moore can stop you. I even picked a video featuring Inuyasha for all you anime fans.
Later
Bob
Addition 10/23/2007: The link above is now broken. The video is gone. But Mr. Loggin's video can be found here. (Please do not judge the 80's too harshly, the 80's did give us President Ronald Reagan, twice.)
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Bezos rules
I am not sure what makes me happier with Amazon.com this week, the fact that my cereal arrived, or Scrubs season 5.
For years now i've been saying if only Amazon had food, i'd never have to leave my house. Well, now they do and i am one step close to being a shut in. Around these here parts it can be hard to find quality breakfast cereal; or to be more specifically blueberry flavored breakfast cereals. But now thanks to the miracle of the internet (thanks, al gore) i can order Blueberry Morning cereal and Boo Berry from Amazon.
In case you did not know, in addition to books and food, amazon also sells DVDs. As metioned in a previous posting or two i am a fan of Scrubs. Today season five arrived on DVD. Bonus features for season five include an extended cut of the 100th episode, audio commentaries, deleted scenes, and much more. Although season five is a bit of a let down from the peak of season four, no Dr. Molly Clock, it is still better than anything you'll find on tv right now that is not Scrubs.
All in all i am pretty happy with Mr. Bezos' company right now.
Later
Bob
Update
Unfortunately, Boo Berry is no longer available through Amazon. Why must everything i love be taken away?
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Just when i thought i could like Massachusetts
You know i was really starting to think i could like Massachusetts. The State know for sending drunken, philandering killers to the Senate was just starting to impress me. After years of mocking Taxachusetts, home of Mike Dukakis, you remember him, the guy in the tank that lost the '88 election, i was starting to come around. Not only did Massachusetts elect a Republican governor in 2003, he was a conservative Mormon to boot.
But Massachusetts has reverted to form. Lawmakers, i can only assume the ones with the donkeys next to their pictures, in MA are considering extending anti-discrimination legislation to short, fat people. It is not clear to me that it is for the short and fat only or is it is a mix and match so that the average to tall fattys get the benefits too.
Outside of athletics and dating I was unaware that there was professional discrimination against the short. Of course, I was aware that there was discrimination against the fat in both professional athletics and dating; but then again that discrimination exists in amateur athletics and dating as well so it was only to be expected to extend to the professional ranks.
I am against extending anti-discrimination legislation to fattys. Anti-discrimination legislation should be aimed at things beyond a person's control. For example unless you are Michael Jackson you can't control your race so this is an appropriate area to mandate anti-discrimination. But no one has to be fat. And despite the images in the popular media, there are very few "big, fat dynamos" in the real world.
But then again things are already so screwed up in MA that maybe this is the place for such stupid, er, I mean innovative, ideas to be tried out. It seems that after a brief burst of rationality in Massachusetts government, the Judicial Branch being excepted, it is time to go back to the way things were. So go go fattys; your place is here (Massachusetts), your time is now, or soon. My chunky brothers, gorge yourselves at the tough of freedom (from discrimination) and we'll all pretend that Massachusetts is a normal place.
Later
Bob
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Show the Man some love
Bruce Campbell is the best thing to ever come out of Detroit. Bruce was Brisco County Jr. and is beloved by millions, ok, maybe only thousands, but i am among their number; and he deserves that distinction. Now, getting back to the point of today's posting.
I live life by a few simple rules. One of those rules involves commercials. When i see a commercial i hate, i don't buy that product until the commercial goes off the air. If i was a hemophiliac and i saw a commercial for my clotting factor with Rosie O'donnel in it, i'd bleed to death before i bought more of it.
Conversely if i see a commercial that i like, i go out of my way to buy the product. Tonight i saw a great commercial for Old Spice. Now i must buy Old Spice. So the question is do i buy it for me, or cop out and just get it for good old Dad for Father's day. After all, Dad is a Bruce Campbell fan; maybe not specifically, but Dad likes good things and Bruce is as good as they come.
Right now i am leaning toward getting it for Dad.
Later
Bob
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Stolen
Sometimes Scubs outdoes itself. Tonight was such an occasion. I cannot do it justice here. A plot synopsis will not convey the magic that M.r Lawrence and crew worked tonight. After all would you really expect me to write about an episode whose major plotline was Elliot forcing Keith to redo his proposal with secondary plots concerning old people have sex and J.D. not? No, of course not.
Watch this episode. If you don't like it i'll give you double your money back.
And Stolen was the perfect way to end the episode. Even if i don't like J.D. pining for Elliot.
Later
Bob
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Garbage without Shirley Manson is not worth my time.
Ok people. Some of you did not take my spam warning seriously. So you were cut. (Don't worry Matt, as always this rule does not apply to you.) For those of you who remain let me give you some tips on what is garbage.
Anything that involves bad luck if you do not repost is garbage, trash it.
Tom will not cancel your account if you do not repost chain mail. Tom loves all of us; wait, that was Jesus. He may not walk on water, but Tom is too cool to cancel you for not passing along chain mail.
Any message that includes the word "Pimp" is garbage. For those of you who cannot work a dictionary, let me help:
Pimp:
1. a person, esp. a man, who solicits customers for a prostitute or a brothel, usually in return for a share of the earnings; pander; procurer.
2. a despicable person.
You do not want to be a pimp, not unless your name is A Pimp Named Slickback.
Games that involve replacing a word in a title with a vulgarity stopped being fun in junior high.
I do not want to date you or hook up with you. If i did, i'd tell you. And for god's sake, i do not want to kiss you, Ben, neither does Mike. College has changed you.
I do want to date you, Katrina.
Try to do better people.
Later
Bob
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Danger: Construction Zone
Right now my house is undergoing several simultaneous renovation projects. The disruption factor for construction projects increases geometrically, i can count it as a small blessing that it is not exponential. I am having the siding repaired, the roof repaired, the ceiling in my kitchen repaired, the ceiling in my library repaired, and a new floor installed in my living room.
The siding on the west side of my house was ripped out when a truck snagged the telephone line leading into my home. Fortunately the line was not in use and my service was unaffected. The siding work is mostly done and my home no longer looks like that of a hurricane victim.
The flat roof is being retarred to reseal it. I am not really sure what the problem is, but it causes water to get in and has damaged the kitchen ceiling. Fortunately the same contractor who repaired my siding will be doing this job very soon, as we are entering the rainy season. Should any of you need such work Mr. Larry Hogge is a phone call away.
The ceilings in my kitchen and library will be fixed later. This work will be done when the living room is completed. Fortunately the leak in the mast bath has been corrected and there should be no more problems in the library.
And finally the living room. Ahhh, my hard wood floor is being installed. It looks great. I will be very happy when it is done and i am able to watch my cats slide across the hard wood as they chase one another around. Merlin Baird is doing an outstanding job with all of these projects and i write today to express my thanks to him in semi-permanent digital form.
Thanks, Merlin.
Bob
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Damn it eBay, i used to love you.
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Today eBay tried to sell me something called a hobo bag. What has this world come to when decent Americans stoop to emulating nickle-defacing riff raff. While i thought there could be nothing i hate more than hobos, i guess hobo-posers are worse. Posers are always worse.
I hate all things hobo.
I hate being dirty.
I hate shanks.
I hate bindles.
I would not, could not eat beans in a can. I do not like them Sam i am.
The biggest problem with hobos is that while they sleep near the railroad tracks, they should be sleeping on the railroad tracks. If you want to emulate a hobo, start there; don't buy a stupid bag.
Later
Bob
P.S. Three diagonal lines is hobo code to indicate that hobos had best clear out of the area because it is not safe for their kind. You must know your enemy.
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Watch as i do my happy dance.
Ok, am am not actually dancing. After all, I do not Dance. But i am very happy. It seems that Stephanie has located some Diet Pepsi Lime. I do so like Diet Pepsi Lime.
Soon i will have in my possession sixty cans of my favorite beverage. Best of all i may be able to go back and get more. I'd tell you where, but i am greedy and do not wish to share the location out of fear that then you, my loyal readers, would go and buy it all before i got a chance.
But then again, if you buy enough of it the Pepsico Company would know that they need to manufacture more to satisfy the spike in demand. So i encourage all of you to go to the Coldwater Wal Mart and buy as much Diet Pepsi Lime as you can. Keep buying it until the supply improves to the point where your local stores are carrying sufficient quantities to meet all the pent up demand for lime touched perfection.
I'll soon be in contact with the bottler and see what i can do to secure a large quantity. If successful i will no doubt write of it. I may even actually do a happy dance.
Later
Bob
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The Best Damn Thing
April 17, is going to be a good day. For the first time in ten years i got my taxes done early. No rushing around at the last minute making sure that i get that stupid postmark. This year i can kick back and relax, i am even getting a small refund.
But getting my taxes done early is no reason to write. As much as i know you all hang upon my every word, even my most devoted fans don't want to hear about my taxes. No. Instead i am writing to let you know that Avril Lavigne has a new album coming out on the 17th.
Occasionally i hang out with philistines who cannot appreciate Avril's music. So i thought i'd spend a little time explaining what i find so appealing about Ms. Levigne. First off, i won't lie to you. The fact that she is drop dead gorgeous is no small part of her appeal to me. But if it stopped there i'd be writing about Paris Hilton or Christina Aguilera and her fake boobs.
The main part of Avril's appeal to me is that she is exactly what i would want my daughters to choose as a role model, if i had daughters. Avril is sexy without being slutty. She projects an independent self-confidence. Avril could not be a more perfect representation of girl power if she were created by Joss Whedon.
And, of course, i like pop music. Avril does pop music very well. Her music can be both feisty and poignant. From what i have seen of the reviews of her album The Best Damn Thing, her latest effort is a light and fun with a nice punk-pop flavor. Girlfriend is an almost perfect Girl Power anthem that i like well enough to endure the inevitable gay jokes i will get for putting it on my page.
I believe i will take my small refund and use it to purchase The Best Damn Thing. Maybe i will see you there on Tuesday.
Later
Bob
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Supersized my ass!
Last night NBC decided to take another shot at its supersized sit-coms concept. The Office at forty-two minutes was weak; it does not, and cannot, use the extra time well. 30 Rock had nine more minutes to suck and it used this time well sucking for all of those nine extra minutes, so i'd have to call it a success.
Scrubs once again got shafted by NBC and was supersized by at whopping three minutes. Three extra minutes of Scrubs means that NBC got to shine for three minutes more than it usually does, God, do i hate NBC. I really hope that NBC does not pick up Scrubs for season 7 and ABC gets a chance to treat Scrubs with the care it deserves. Hell, they may even run it in the fall instead of as a mid-season replacement.
Highlights of the barely-supersized episode were:
Turk hitting Kelso's titanium mailbox with a bat and falling off of Sasha. "Nice try Turkleton."
Perry Cox shaving his head. "Nobody liked my haircut so now they can all just suck it."
Kelso asking a now bald Dr. Cox, "Are you on call tonight or will you be busy fighting Superman? You look like Lex Luthor."
Jack Cox banging his head with Lloyd the Delivery Guy and Speed Metal Fan.
And best of all, J.D. convincing Jordan to name her daughter Jennifer Dillon Cox.
All in all it was an average episode of Scrubs which means it was better than 99% of everything that aired this week.
Season 5 of Scrubs will be available on DVD May 22, 2007. Order your copy today on Amazon and save 30%.
Later
Bob
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I might like Spam®, but i hate Spam.
This post is a warning for everyone on my friends list: The next time i get a chain letter or spam, you are off the list.
This rule does not apply to Matt.
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Good News/Bad News
The good news is Zach Braff will be back for Season 7 of Scrubs. The bad news is that it will be the final season. But then seven seasons has become a standard point at which to end things now.
I am elated that J.D. will be around for one more run. It should be apparent to all of you that i am a fan of Scrubs. After all i have hooked up many of my friends with Scrubs episodes so that they can get their fix. No one wants to see a Scrubs fan jonesing for Cox.
My joy is tempered with the knowledge that this next season will be the last. But i take solace in the fact that Scrubs will be going out on top. This is better than sticking around too long and no longer being funny like a certain Fox sit com that i formerly enjoyed when it was funny and relevant and had both an A story and a B story rather than just re-hashing its own old plotlines one at a time in the least funny manner possible.
So really the bad news isn't all that bad. And the good news is great. Now if they'd just bring Molly back for season 7 everything would be wonderful.
Later
Bob
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I didn't know i was a feminist.
According to Hillary Clinton, i am a feminist. Hillary said in a speech to NOW, "If you look in the dictionary, the word feminist means someone who believes in equal rights for women in society, in the economy, the political process - generally believes in the equality of women." I believe in each of these things. I can't believe how wrong i was.
I thought in order to be a feminist one had to worship trees, or Gaea, or some such nonsense. I thought in order to be a feminist i had to vote socialist or at least democrat; but then i am not sure i know the difference. I thought in order to be a feminist one had to hate men or at least view them all as potential batterers and rapists. I thought in order to be a feminist one had to believe that shaving and waxing were the invention of the patriarchy. I thought in order to be a feminist that one had to be involved in a polyamorous relationship--wait that was just to be the president of NOW.
It is nice to know that i too can be a feminist. I can continue to clear-cut the world, worship my male war gods, vote Republican, acknowledge the positive qualities of my fellow men, think hairy pits should be restricted to France and still be a feminist.
However, i fear Hillary may know no more about feminism than she does about health care or how to keep a husband from staying. I don't know. I'll check with a women's, sorry, womyn's studies major. Anyone have Brayton's number?
Later
Bob
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Bang Bang
Last night i watched Kill Bill 1 and 2 on TNT. I am not sure why watching a movie i own is appealing on basic cable. Even though i had both movies sitting on my armoire next to the tv i was watching, i continued to watch TNT.
In any event, as noted on my front page i like this movie (one movie, two parts). I especially like Tarantio's choice of Nancy Sinatra's version of Bang Bang to open the movie. The song is simply perfect.
What i did not know is that the song was originally recorded by Cher. Quentin Tarantino choose the correct vesrion of the song. I don't particularly like Cher; ok, i don't like her at all. But my dislike of Cher aside, the original version lacks the sorrowful, haunting qualities of the remake.
So today i listened to Bang Bang a few times. The song makes me think of the movie, and i cannot watch the movie at the office. We are pretty indulgent at T&H but not that indulgent. I think i'll put the dvd in tonight and watch Vol. 1. Or i'll just play Dead Rising.
Later
Bob
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Once there was a boy...
This is a story for a friend, you know who you are.
Once there was a boy; we'll call him Bobby. Bobby lived an ordinary life. Bobby went to school. One day at school Bobby met a girl, Jenny. Bobby met Jenny when they were both 12. At first Bobby did not like Jenny very much. He found her he to be very annoying. This is because Bobby was still immature and did not realize that he actually liked her very much. As time would pass Bobby would eventually figure this out. Bobby and Jenny became best friends after Bobby stopped acting like a jerk.
Bobby remained friends with Jenny for a few years. One day Jenny said she had to go away. While Jenny was gone, Bobby met a new girl. Jenny would come back to visit her family. On one of these visits Bobby went to see Jenny. At this point Bobby realized that he loved Jenny very much. However, Bobby was an idiot and did not tell Jenny this; partly because he felt loyal to the new girl, but mostly because he was afraid.
Jenny eventually came home. Bobby's friends told him he should ask Jenny out. He did not saying, "I don't want to mess things up." One of Jenny's friends told him that she liked him, but again he repeated, "I don't want to mess things up."
Bobby was wrong. Things became messed up despite his best efforts. Had he done what he should have done and told her how he really felt, things may have come out differently; but they could not have come out worse. Bobby let fear prevent him from doing something that might have made him very happy; this would become Bobby's greatest regret.
Of course this is just a story and there may never have been a boy named Bobby or a girl named Jenny. But i would hate to see anyone repeat the mistake Bobby made; thus, i write this story.
Later
Bob
P.S. Bobby would go on to meet other girls, but none of them would make him forget the first girl he fell in love with. But again, this is just a story so we need not worry about Bobby.
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Raines reigns.
So far i have seen two episodes of Raines. Now the first thing you need to know is that i am not a fan of Jeff Goldblum. I didn't like him in ID4, i didn't like him in Jurrasic Park, i really didn't like him in Jurassic Park II (the only movie i have ever walked out of). So given my feelings toward the lead, i expected to not like this show. I was wrong. The show is quirky and smart, and very well written. After two episodes i was ready to add it to the list of shows i regularly watch and later to the list of DVD seasons i buy.
I fear i will never see Raines again, unless i purchase a DVR. NBC has apparently decided to kill the show. The show will be moved to Friday at 9:00 P.M. To the best of my knowledge the only show to survive Friday was X-Files. Friday killed Firefly. Friday killed 21 Jump Street. Friday killed Futurama (this is not true, but i am still mad at Fox and Friday). Friday is a boneyard for TV shows, or maybe a tar pit. Either way shows go there to die. I will miss this show when it is gone.
Good-bye Raines. We won't need a detective to figure out what killed you. Friday is fatal.
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Mr. Kay, read me a story.
I have spent much of this day having Christopher Kay reading White Wolf to me. It seems that Kris was right; it is nice to have books read to you. This fact must be put down, if not on paper, then in some form more durable and permenant than my musings and memories. Thus i write today.
Audio books are not something i would normally spend time with; however, i may rethink this policy. It is good to be able be told a story and do something else at the same time. Today i cleaned while the exploits of Skilgannon were recounted to me.
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I need batteries to work the sledgehammer
A rare treat, a double posting day. As many of you may know my 360 finally arrived on Monday. The joy that is HD gaming is now mine. However it is not an unmitigated joy, for the controller killed my fresh batteries in just fives short days.
I have been killing zombies for five glorious days. My estimate is that i have killed around 30,000 of the shambling monstrosities. But i had to end my mission at about 3:00 p.m. today to go forth to Wal-Mart and get new batteries, leaving Carlito alive and his bombs in place.
Unfortunately, it was a beautiful sunny day and 54°. Which meant every single person that could, was out enjoying the day. The roads were choked with people who had gotten their motorcycles and convertibles out of storage. I finally arrived at Wal Mart and it was packed with shoppers. So i purchase a charger 2-pack combo and some paper towels (i was out) and leave.
I can now enjoy my 360 without the fear that i will never need to leave my house to buy batteries in the middle of a mission again. And upon my return home i was able to kill the dastardly Carlito with Adam's chainsaw. I love that chainsaw.
Later
Bob
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Æ
Thanks to the wikipedia i now know how to make the characters Æ and æ. This bit of knowledge will serve me well when i write of Nordic topics and elves. And of course, i can now correctly spell Æther, which has always been troubling to me in the past.
Later
Bob
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Waiting for the lamb
So. It is raining right now. Raining pretty hard. And the wind is blowing. I had to go down and close my storm door which had blown open. But that is ok. The rain washes the salt off the roads. Washing the salt off the roads is good.
In three weeks spring will officially arrive, and on the first day it hits 65 i will get the T-bird out. This year my Father did an excellent job of choosing gifts for his children. He gave me a battery tender. This spring i will not go out to the garage and find that my battery is drained, the clock has died, and there isn't even enough power to open the trunk so that i can remove the drained battery and attach it to a charger so that i can turn the clock back on again.
And when it hits 70, the top will be down.
Later
Bob
P.S. Thanks Dad.
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Sick Day II: The Reckoning
I have been sick for the last three days. Anyone who knows me, knows i don't do sick well. Of course it does not help that i hate to go to the doctor's office. But this winter i have been sick frequently, so i went. The Dr, a great man named Dr. Goudy, informed me that in all likelihood i have been harboring the same ear infection all winter. Combine this with the salmonella i had in December, courtesy of Peter Pan, and it has been a rough winter.
However i am through screwing around with hostile bacteria, i am now on an antibiotic regimin. I hate being a flop house for bacterial squatters and it is time for an eviction. I love amoxicilin, a moderate-spectrum antibiotic active against a wide range of Gram-positive, and a limited range of Gram-negative organisms. Not only does amoxicilin kill what ails me, but it is only four dollars to fill a percription for it at Wal-Mart.
So now i sit here checking my temp with my shiney new digital thermomitor, drinking my Cran-Grape (Sweetened with Splenda), and waiting for the amoxicilin to do its work. Even if my fever does not abate and my ear continues to ring and ache things will be better in twenty-nine minutes. There are new episodes of My Name is Earl and Scrubs on tonight.
Later
Bob
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Amnesia Peppers (fixed)
Ok, Now, i was looking at Nuklear Power as is my typical Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday activity last week. In the January 2, 2007 strip Mr. Cleavenger refers to something that i think is utterly brilliant, "amnesia peppers."
How great would it be if these things existed in real life. Had a bad day, one pepper. Bad break-up, big bowl of amnesia pepper chilli. It'd be kinda like Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind but spicy. After last week, i'd prolly want a nice salsa and some fresh tortilla chips, especially from El Azteca.
Of course if there really were amnesia peppers it would only be a matter of time before some well intentioned do-gooder would try to take them away. Be it Mother's Against Amnesia Peppers, temperate pietistic Protestant denominations, or the Federal Agency of Memory Cleansing something would spring up to keep the peppers out of our hands. It's just like that big dog they tied up at Lethe to keep everyone from swimming.
Still, it'd be nice to be able to call up Becks and order some seeds. Not much, just a small plot in the back yard. Come August i could pickle them and keep some in the pantry. I'd probably even give them out at Christmas, i know people could use them that time of the year.
Now that i've beaten this to death,
Later
Bob
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I hate Global Warming
So the temperatures have been in single digits for the last week all because of Global Warming. Before this week I’d have never thought Global Warming caused lower temperatures, but it does. A climatologist explained how it works, you see CO2 is building up in the atmosphere as a result of human activities and causes every negative thing on Earth. Global Warming causes drought, flooding, extremely hot conditions, extremely cold conditions, starving polar bears, and Republican election victories. According to climatologists none of these things can be the result of natural conditions, especially Republican electoral victories.
For those of you who don’t understand the science of climatology; it is guessing, but with computers and millions upon millions of government dollars. Long term climatology is almost as accurate as Astrology. The primary difference between the two is that only 1 in 4 Americans is gullible enough to buy into Astrology, while 8 in 10 believe in the science of climatology.
But you must never question that human caused Global Warming is real. Despite the complete lack of hard evidence, human caused Global Warming is real. We have millions upon millions of dollars going into research that proves Global Warming is real, ask the guys getting grant money to research it. If Global Warming wasn’t real, we’d be wasting our money and all those climatological scientists would be out of work. If we threw this kind of money into Astrological research, maybe we could get that 1 in 4 up to 8 in 10, too.
I hate Global Warming.
Bob
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Superbowl Sunday
So today is the day of the big game, and despite Tony Dungy's suggestion that the game be held in Fort Wayne it will be in Florida. It is good that the game will be held there, things are exciting enough with the two teams both being less than 200 miles away.
Today i am going to be supporting the Colts. It is time for Peyton to win the big game. Otherwise i'd be rooting for the Bears. The Rex Grossman Show has been one of the best of this year; will Good Rex or Bad Rex show up keeps thing interesting.
Thanks to the leadership of Gov. Mitch, Indy is now going to be in the running to host the Superbowl in 2010. Maybe if Peyton can last that long, he can be playing in a Superbowl with home field advantage. We'll know by May 23 if Indy will be hosting Superbowl XLV, 45 for those of you that have trouble with roman numerals. Get you rooms booked now.
Later
Bob
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Sick Day
I had to stay home from work today because i am sick. I'd rather be there than here; after all if i wasn't sick i wouldn't be here, i'd be there and as bad as there can get, it is still beter to be there and be well than be here and be sick. (You english majors out there can correct my punctuation.)
I hate being sick, but then so does everyone else. Rather than list the multitudinous reasons that i hate being sick, i thought i'd apply the power of positive thinking and list a few of the things that i like about sick days.
I like getting to sleep all day.
I like getting to read.
I like Ocen Spray Light Cran-Grape. (Sweetened with Spenda®)
I like having a good excuse to stay off my treadmill.
I like knowing that the world won't stop just beacuse i am not there.
Later
Bob
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Songs i like on Myspace
You know the best thing about myspace is the songs. You poke around, look at people's pages, and scope out the pretty girls. But every once in a while i come across a song on somebody's page that makes me stick around, i'm looking your way Solstice Girl. So, since i figure anything that interests me will interest all of you, here is a list of songs i like here on myspace.
Winter by Josh Radin. It's the song here at Bluehades so i like it. O.B.V. (See Samy you do influence me)
Overkill by Colin Hay. This is the song that launched Season 2 of Scrubs and i do like Scrubs.
Ride by Cary Brothers. Any friend of Z.B. is welcome around these parts, but this song just cant seem to edge out Winter.
Blood Money by Luke Pickett. This is an excellent song, even if it never was on Scrubs.
Furious Angels by Rob Dougan. Move over Sisters of Mercy, this song has some nice wailing.
Hardware Store by Weird Al. While most people are going to his page to check out White and Nerdy, this song is the real deal. Vintage Weird Al.
Although none of the music here is new to me, i'd be remiss if i didn't mention my favorite artist, Sting. He posted a whole jukebox for your listening pleasure. It's all good.
There now go out and enjoy some new music.
Later
Bob
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Twas the night before...
It is Christmas eve. Annual Gift Man has left his home on the Moon and will be winging his way to the homes of all the good little capitalist children. Sleep well future consumers. Tomorrow is your day.
I await Santa's verdict: Naughty or Nice? Will i receive an overflowing stocking and that flat screen i have been eying or a lump of coal. It is a close matter this year.
D.A. Mike Nifong called and said he could get a couple things knocked of the naughty list if i'd turn State's evidence in the Duke Case. I told Nifong that i was not in N.C. in March of 2006 and he replied, "That's ok, we don't worry about truth here in Durham. I'm using chicken bones and dart boards to handle the case. Your phone number was selected by a random number generator. Besides, you'll still have more credibility than the victim or I do."
I turned Nifong down, it seemed to me that Santa is going to be very upset with Mike before that case is done. Lies are bad. Prosecutors that lie are very bad. Of course i could have used having a couple of things knocked of the naughty list.
Santa, if you are reading this, don't worry about the flat screen. I'll pick that up later. But if you could get John C. McGinley to fix his hair, i'd real-eal-ealy appreciate it. So would Mike (no, not Nifong, the good one, the eagle scout).
Later and Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night
Bob
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It is Winter so the glass is half-empty.
Winter is my favorite season. Everything looks better with a layer of clean, white snow over the top. In addition many of the things that annoy me thoughout the rest of the year are gone. The bugs have all died off, which is good. And most people take to wearing jackets and coats rather than halter tops and wife beaters.
Unfortunately, winter is also the season of short days. Short days suck. I hate the sun. Hate it with a passion. Summer rays soaking into my skin does not fill me with warmth, it just reminds me that i need better sunscreen. But without a regular dose of my hated ememy, SAD sets in and then i am not a happy camper at all. Right now my SAD is kicking my ass and it feels like there is little i can do about it. Really i just need to spend more time on the treadmill.
But, all in all, it is still better than summer. And in another 10 days, the days will grow longer.
Later
Bob
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Welcome to Blue Hades
My Myspace page final has a name: Blue Hades.
I'll give five bucks to the first peson who can tell me why.
There you go; read my stuff and win money. It's like a game show, but better because all the categories are about me or things i like.
Later
Bob
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Ben Folds is cooler than you
Ben Folds is cooler than you. That's ok because he is cooler than me, too.
Ben is not cooler than you because he was in Ben Folds Five. Ben is not cooler than you because he has 4 solo LP's. Ben is not cooler than you because he has a beautiful wife and two great kids. Ben is not cooler than you because he is friends with William Shatner, though that would be enough. Ben Folds is cooler than you because even though he has more talent than six people deserve he still has a great sense of humor about himself.
This is why Ben Folds is cooler than you, me, and your coolest friend put together (unless you are friends with Ben Folds or William Shatner):
http://improveverywhere.com/mission_view.php?mission_id=65
Ben Folds is cool.
Later
Bob
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Scrubs is on in 110 minutes
6600 seconds to the new Scrubs premiere.
Later
Bob
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Too excited to sleep
Scrubs is on tonight. Woo Hoo! Or for the dorks in my audience, Hoody Hoo!
Watch Scrubs.
Later
Bob
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Tomorrow at 9:00
Scrubs premieres tomorrow at 9:00.
Watch Scrubs.
Later
Bob
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53 hours 24 minutes to go
I await the return of Scrubs with great anticipation. I will while away the time by reading the latest Charles Stross novel. I just got The Jennifer Morgue and look forward to looking in on Bob Howard and the Laundry. Some of my readers may think the novel must be good based on the title alone, shame on you.
In any event, i look forward to Thursday; i may even order pizza.
Later
Bob
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Countdown, 3 days to go.
Three days to the premiere of Scrubs. November 30. 9:00 P.M. 72 hours, 33 minutes.
Watch Scrubs.
Later
Bob
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Thanksgiving
This year Thankgiving was held at my house. Now everyone has gone back to their homes and Sophie has come out of the basement and Thea has come out from her hiding place. (I know where it is but won't tell you.) In any event, i have once again survived the holiday. I don't have much of interest to say. Now just seemed like a good time to post something.
Keeping with the holiday theme i will list something for which i am grateful: the return of Scrubs. Thursday November 30, Scrubs returns to NBC. If 30 Rock didn't suck this would be NBC's best Thursday line up ever. But NBC likes to have at least one weak show as filler for Thursdays, remember Suddenly Susan?
Watch Scrubs.
Later
Bob
Thursday, December 13, 2007
November 23, 2007, through December 16, 2007.
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