Ok, so I am up late and just finished watching the old vampire flick Fright Night, more out of sentimental attachment than anything else. It used to be one of maybe three or four VHS movies I had when I was a kid and because of that I have seriously seen this movie about 50 times.
Now, it being the cheesy B horror flick it is, you'd think I would be used to the camp. But one thing, a small piddling detail, has always bugged me about the ending to this movie. At the end, the hero's girlfriend Amy gets turned into a vampire and can only be changed back by killing the head vampire. I know, I already said the movie was lame. But here's the thing: When she becomes a vampire, somehow her hair turns red and grows much longer, her tits get bigger, and she gets this monstrous over sized mouth. But when the head vampire dies a few minutes later (did I really have to call spoiler there?) she goes back to normal. I have always been fine with the rest of the physical changes for some reason, except for the hair. How the fuck does her hair go from being red, curly and halfway down her back to a very short ugly mousy brown bob just because the vampire that bit her kicks it?
I'm not sure why out of all the myriad things I could choose to find ridiculous about this movie I chose that one, but that has always bugged me since I was a kid.
Maybe its because she looked much better with the red hair.
Now, it being the cheesy B horror flick it is, you'd think I would be used to the camp. But one thing, a small piddling detail, has always bugged me about the ending to this movie. At the end, the hero's girlfriend Amy gets turned into a vampire and can only be changed back by killing the head vampire. I know, I already said the movie was lame. But here's the thing: When she becomes a vampire, somehow her hair turns red and grows much longer, her tits get bigger, and she gets this monstrous over sized mouth. But when the head vampire dies a few minutes later (did I really have to call spoiler there?) she goes back to normal. I have always been fine with the rest of the physical changes for some reason, except for the hair. How the fuck does her hair go from being red, curly and halfway down her back to a very short ugly mousy brown bob just because the vampire that bit her kicks it?
I'm not sure why out of all the myriad things I could choose to find ridiculous about this movie I chose that one, but that has always bugged me since I was a kid.
Maybe its because she looked much better with the red hair.
Is it a pretty juvenile practice for me to blog about my favourite show as often as I do? Juvenile and maybe a little sad? Probably. So here goes:
Tonight is the Smallville season premiere and I am ridiculously excited about that fact. Its pretty much all I've been thinking about tonight. Last season ended with Chloe sacrificing her life to save Lois', Lana seemingly blowing up in a car explosion (if only), Clark finally telling Lana everything, and Bizarro even making an appearance in the final moments. One of the best season finales of any show I've ever seen. And I have watched a lot of tv.
I sent a buddy of mine an email a few moments ago that sums up my thoughts on tonight's show, and because I am that much of a fan, they bear repeating here:
EDIT - 09/27/07 10:30 PM - Ok, so I just finished watching the premiere and it turns out that I was right on 3 out of 4 guesses. And the only one that I was wrong on was a very pleasant surprise. It occurs to me that the only down side of liking a show this much is that I am going to be so disappointed when it finally ends. But at least I have one full season to go before I have to worry about that.
Tonight is the Smallville season premiere and I am ridiculously excited about that fact. Its pretty much all I've been thinking about tonight. Last season ended with Chloe sacrificing her life to save Lois', Lana seemingly blowing up in a car explosion (if only), Clark finally telling Lana everything, and Bizarro even making an appearance in the final moments. One of the best season finales of any show I've ever seen. And I have watched a lot of tv.
I sent a buddy of mine an email a few moments ago that sums up my thoughts on tonight's show, and because I am that much of a fan, they bear repeating here:
- Chloe is definitely dead. (Though I REALLY wish she wasn't)
- Lana is definitely not dead. (Though I REALLY wish she was)
- The Martian Manhunter will help Supes defeat Bizarro. For sure.
- We will be getting introduced to another character from Krypton tonight (Pretty sure about this one)
EDIT - 09/27/07 10:30 PM - Ok, so I just finished watching the premiere and it turns out that I was right on 3 out of 4 guesses. And the only one that I was wrong on was a very pleasant surprise. It occurs to me that the only down side of liking a show this much is that I am going to be so disappointed when it finally ends. But at least I have one full season to go before I have to worry about that.
Labels: scifi, smallville
So on the drive into work this morning, I was coming around a corner on the highway and had to slam on the brakes to avoid a collision with not one, not two, but three black bears. A mother and her cubs to be precise.
Not that there isn't always the chance of seeing wildlife on the roads where I live; I do live in the sticks. But I just sat amazed, stopped dead in the middle of the highway, as Mother Bear glanced over at me as they scurried past, and I had to smile at myself at yet another reminder that I don't live in the city anymore. These things just don't happen in a crowded, smelly, overpopulated center. I may complain about the details, but it is things like this that remind me that I am still glad that we made the move up here.
And thankfully, there were no hungry, tired, housebreaking blonde girls in sight to worry about when this all went down.
Not that there isn't always the chance of seeing wildlife on the roads where I live; I do live in the sticks. But I just sat amazed, stopped dead in the middle of the highway, as Mother Bear glanced over at me as they scurried past, and I had to smile at myself at yet another reminder that I don't live in the city anymore. These things just don't happen in a crowded, smelly, overpopulated center. I may complain about the details, but it is things like this that remind me that I am still glad that we made the move up here.
And thankfully, there were no hungry, tired, housebreaking blonde girls in sight to worry about when this all went down.
Labels: everything else
A friend of mine posted one of those memes tonight, and tagged me to complete the same and ping back. She tagged me because I don't post often enough for her liking, and truth be told I don't post enough for my own liking either, so I owe for calling me on it.
I have been busy with the new job, hanging out with the Brother-In-Law at the hospital after his bike accident, and dealing with all the little details involved in getting a house built. And I have also had that lousy dialup internet to deal with that has just made me tired thinking about posting, knowing how long it is going to take to load up the blogger ui. But I think I just make excuses too much. What the hell is the point of having a blog if you don't post in it? And I am fast running out of excuses anyways: The B-I-L is back at home convalescing until his next surgery, the job is turning out to be no more or less exciting than any jobs I've had previously, and the house won't be ready until the middle of fucking November now, so those little details have all but disappeared. And I do have a reasonably fast connection now that we have set up this rural wireless deal here at the Out-Laws' place.
So here we are.
The meme in question uses each of the first letters of your first name as the first letters of a word that says something about you. I usually try to stay away from these things as a rule, but I decided to do this one for two reasons. One, I owe Jenn for nudging me to post more often, and I will endeavour to do that more in the near future. And two, I take this blog (and myself) way too seriously sometimes. I know better than most, I think, how short life is, but I think I often forget that that fact should make it so much easier not to over think things too much. After all, it all goes away sometime. See, look at me being funny and madcap already!
Not sure how creative or open I am feeling right now, but here goes anyway.
D = Dad. I both have one, and am one. My Dad and I are not as close as I would like for us to be, because I hold a lot of resentment towards him for the way things went down in my childhood, mostly from the time I lived with him and the abusive woman he had married after the divorce from my mom. Sad, I suppose, but true. As far as being a Dad goes, it is the single greatest thing that I ever have been or ever will be responsible for, and I am one of the proudest Dad's I know.
E = Ericsson. The model of my best gadget, a Sony Ericsson K790a. I use it to take pictures all the time, it is my back up mp3 player, and I surf the net or play games on it whenever I am stuck somewhere with a few minutes to kill.
R = Reading. One of my all time favourite pastimes. I picked it up very fast and very early when I was a kid, and have been a voracious reader ever since. I always have at least one book on the go, and will often re-read books multiple times. My all time favourite book is Neuromancer by William Gibson.
E = Echoes. My favourite song by Pink Floyd. At a concert of theirs I was at way back in '94, the show was opened with that one single piano note that begins the song. That was the only part of the song that they played, but everyone there, including me and my now dead best friend Jon went absolutely batshit.
K = Knight Who Says Ni t-shirt. My favourite article of clothing ever, I wear this Jinx.com shirt every chance I get. Its a pic of a knight on horseback with a dialogue bubble beside him with only Ni in it. Either you get it or you don't and if you don't, you need to watch more Monty Python.
Ok, so now the part where I tag a person for each letter, and try to convince them to take this thing as well:
Michael - The best friend I have that I have never actually held a real conversation with. Also a kindred Superman fan.
Joe and Em - A couple of Floridians that I met through this blog and have been friends with since. They are just recently new parents again and will very likely never even read this post let alone get a chance to take the meme themselves.
Dawn - A much more conscientious blogger than I am, Dawn is a very witty, insightful gal whose posts I always look forward to reading.
Kristi - A self described free thinking cancer survivor and fellow atheist who I only recently came across. The chances of her even knowing she's been tagged by me are less that the chances that the aforementioned new parents will do this thing.
Bundy - An old pal that I only keep in touch with via each of our blogs. Sensing a theme yet?
I have been busy with the new job, hanging out with the Brother-In-Law at the hospital after his bike accident, and dealing with all the little details involved in getting a house built. And I have also had that lousy dialup internet to deal with that has just made me tired thinking about posting, knowing how long it is going to take to load up the blogger ui. But I think I just make excuses too much. What the hell is the point of having a blog if you don't post in it? And I am fast running out of excuses anyways: The B-I-L is back at home convalescing until his next surgery, the job is turning out to be no more or less exciting than any jobs I've had previously, and the house won't be ready until the middle of fucking November now, so those little details have all but disappeared. And I do have a reasonably fast connection now that we have set up this rural wireless deal here at the Out-Laws' place.
So here we are.
The meme in question uses each of the first letters of your first name as the first letters of a word that says something about you. I usually try to stay away from these things as a rule, but I decided to do this one for two reasons. One, I owe Jenn for nudging me to post more often, and I will endeavour to do that more in the near future. And two, I take this blog (and myself) way too seriously sometimes. I know better than most, I think, how short life is, but I think I often forget that that fact should make it so much easier not to over think things too much. After all, it all goes away sometime. See, look at me being funny and madcap already!
Not sure how creative or open I am feeling right now, but here goes anyway.
D = Dad. I both have one, and am one. My Dad and I are not as close as I would like for us to be, because I hold a lot of resentment towards him for the way things went down in my childhood, mostly from the time I lived with him and the abusive woman he had married after the divorce from my mom. Sad, I suppose, but true. As far as being a Dad goes, it is the single greatest thing that I ever have been or ever will be responsible for, and I am one of the proudest Dad's I know.
E = Ericsson. The model of my best gadget, a Sony Ericsson K790a. I use it to take pictures all the time, it is my back up mp3 player, and I surf the net or play games on it whenever I am stuck somewhere with a few minutes to kill.
R = Reading. One of my all time favourite pastimes. I picked it up very fast and very early when I was a kid, and have been a voracious reader ever since. I always have at least one book on the go, and will often re-read books multiple times. My all time favourite book is Neuromancer by William Gibson.
E = Echoes. My favourite song by Pink Floyd. At a concert of theirs I was at way back in '94, the show was opened with that one single piano note that begins the song. That was the only part of the song that they played, but everyone there, including me and my now dead best friend Jon went absolutely batshit.
K = Knight Who Says Ni t-shirt. My favourite article of clothing ever, I wear this Jinx.com shirt every chance I get. Its a pic of a knight on horseback with a dialogue bubble beside him with only Ni in it. Either you get it or you don't and if you don't, you need to watch more Monty Python.
Ok, so now the part where I tag a person for each letter, and try to convince them to take this thing as well:
Michael - The best friend I have that I have never actually held a real conversation with. Also a kindred Superman fan.
Joe and Em - A couple of Floridians that I met through this blog and have been friends with since. They are just recently new parents again and will very likely never even read this post let alone get a chance to take the meme themselves.
Dawn - A much more conscientious blogger than I am, Dawn is a very witty, insightful gal whose posts I always look forward to reading.
Kristi - A self described free thinking cancer survivor and fellow atheist who I only recently came across. The chances of her even knowing she's been tagged by me are less that the chances that the aforementioned new parents will do this thing.
Bundy - An old pal that I only keep in touch with via each of our blogs. Sensing a theme yet?
Labels: everything else
Finally.
My Out-Laws finally caved and got high speed wireless set up. And now that I am going to be staying here for an extra 2 months, it is a welcome treat indeed. I don't even care that I am going to pay for it while I'm here. I would pay so much more than $50 a month for this.
Right now I am simultaneously downloading a few movies via utorrent, streaming a youtube vid, surfing the web, shopping at Penny Arcade, chatting with some of my peops (cause that is what I call them, naturally) and blogging. To those that are accustomed to high speed, these things would seem commonplace and not worth talking about. But, if like me, you had your beautiful fast internet connection torn out of you like an umbilicus and replaced with a shitty, rarely working super-low speed dialup, you would be so empathetic.
Labels: everything else, family
Been neglecting this blog of late it feels like. Life seems to be sliding by with a routine of work, sleep, hanging out at the hospital. Some eating and the odd grope in the dark in there somewhere, but both of those events are too far between each other to be worth writing much about these days.
The saga of living with the Out-Laws continues apace. I am lucky to be living with a great family, but sweet fuck do I miss my own space, my things, my ability to just sit and feel comfortable in my own environment. Our house is finally getting framed though, so maybe we'll end up in it before the snow flies.
I've been kind of collecting links that I keep meaning to blog about on their own, but there seems to be a critical shortage of time around here lately. To say nothing of the shit-ass-shit-shit barely-ever-working wireless connection that I am right now (ahem) borrowing from my neighbour.
So here is some good reading for anyone interested:
The saga of living with the Out-Laws continues apace. I am lucky to be living with a great family, but sweet fuck do I miss my own space, my things, my ability to just sit and feel comfortable in my own environment. Our house is finally getting framed though, so maybe we'll end up in it before the snow flies.
I've been kind of collecting links that I keep meaning to blog about on their own, but there seems to be a critical shortage of time around here lately. To say nothing of the shit-ass-shit-shit barely-ever-working wireless connection that I am right now (ahem) borrowing from my neighbour.
So here is some good reading for anyone interested:
Scientists break the Speed of Light - News on that Justice League movie
- V'Ger celebrates 30 years in space
- Read Heinlein's 'All You Zombies' for free (Best Time Travel short story ever)
- Full cast listing of the forthcoming Dragonlance movie
- Wikipedia's entry on 'Human'. Very interesting read.
- Richard Dawkins gets to slam fundies on tv now. And we get to watch.
- Penny Arcade does the story of my life
- Keanu redoes 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (the original is my favourite movie)
- Family Guy does hour long parody of Star Wars
- Just in case there is anyone left alive who doesn't believe in the dinosaur extinction..
- International Talk Like a Pirate Day is September 19th. Yarrr!
Labels: everything else, our new house
Dear Trinity,
Weird month to talk about this time around. Weird because between spending time at the hospital with your Uncle Dave and starting my new job I really haven't seen you that much.
Your uncle got into a really bad motorbike accident three weeks back, and we've been up to see him at the hospital every day. Sometime we bring you with us, sometimes not. You have been having a real hard time on the times we do bring you along. It turns out that you are not so big on seeing loved ones in pain, on medication, looking distressed. You are getting more comfortable with the whole thing, I suppose because we are taking it more in stride than you are, but that in itself isn't necessarily a good thing. I think more people should feel empathy the way you do.
What's new with you this month?
You continue to love living up north. We moved up here with the intention of you being able to be closer to your grandparents, and you have decided to jump all over the whole thing. Your Grandma has taken you into town shopping (just the two of you!) a few times now and your Mom and I have only had mild anxiety attacks, so we're clearly doing much better with the trust issues.
You have already made more friends up here in one month than you had living down south for the last 2 years. You have playdates each week, and are really seeming to socialize well with the many different new faces.
People are amazed by how well you convey your thoughts; how large your vocabulary is, how long some of your sentences are. From my end, I am just delighted that you and I can carry on conversations back and forth now. Lately you ask me about the world and I do my best to answer as well as I can, knowing full well that you are drinking in my responses like a hungry sponge. I may not give the right or best possible answers, but they are usually the best answers I have handy.
You are getting really good at communicating your feelings as well. When I do see you during the week when I come home from work, you throw your arms around me and tell me that you love me soooooo much. I fall apart every single time. I plan on saving those moments for some undetermined point in the future when you care a little less for me but still feel the need to let me know. I'd like to think it won't happen, but I don't want to be too naive about things.
One thing that I have decided to implement, once a week, is some scheduled Daddy/Trinity time. Last week you and I went out together for the afternoon, went out for lunch, did a little shopping. It was so much fun, and I realized that I need to be very careful not to miss out on the opportunities to bond with you that come up. I don't stay home with you all the time, and I realyl want to build a relaionship with you that is strong and enduring, and that won't happen without my effort. So I have decided that we are going to have at least one afternoon like that a month, and I'm going to shoot for once a week. I am really looking forward to it.
I hope to get to spend more time with you this month than last.
Love,
Daddy
Weird month to talk about this time around. Weird because between spending time at the hospital with your Uncle Dave and starting my new job I really haven't seen you that much.
Your uncle got into a really bad motorbike accident three weeks back, and we've been up to see him at the hospital every day. Sometime we bring you with us, sometimes not. You have been having a real hard time on the times we do bring you along. It turns out that you are not so big on seeing loved ones in pain, on medication, looking distressed. You are getting more comfortable with the whole thing, I suppose because we are taking it more in stride than you are, but that in itself isn't necessarily a good thing. I think more people should feel empathy the way you do.
What's new with you this month?
You continue to love living up north. We moved up here with the intention of you being able to be closer to your grandparents, and you have decided to jump all over the whole thing. Your Grandma has taken you into town shopping (just the two of you!) a few times now and your Mom and I have only had mild anxiety attacks, so we're clearly doing much better with the trust issues.
You have already made more friends up here in one month than you had living down south for the last 2 years. You have playdates each week, and are really seeming to socialize well with the many different new faces.
People are amazed by how well you convey your thoughts; how large your vocabulary is, how long some of your sentences are. From my end, I am just delighted that you and I can carry on conversations back and forth now. Lately you ask me about the world and I do my best to answer as well as I can, knowing full well that you are drinking in my responses like a hungry sponge. I may not give the right or best possible answers, but they are usually the best answers I have handy.
You are getting really good at communicating your feelings as well. When I do see you during the week when I come home from work, you throw your arms around me and tell me that you love me soooooo much. I fall apart every single time. I plan on saving those moments for some undetermined point in the future when you care a little less for me but still feel the need to let me know. I'd like to think it won't happen, but I don't want to be too naive about things.
One thing that I have decided to implement, once a week, is some scheduled Daddy/Trinity time. Last week you and I went out together for the afternoon, went out for lunch, did a little shopping. It was so much fun, and I realized that I need to be very careful not to miss out on the opportunities to bond with you that come up. I don't stay home with you all the time, and I realyl want to build a relaionship with you that is strong and enduring, and that won't happen without my effort. So I have decided that we are going to have at least one afternoon like that a month, and I'm going to shoot for once a week. I am really looking forward to it.
I hope to get to spend more time with you this month than last.
Love,
Daddy
Labels: trinity
Just got home from seeing Superbad with a friend. Awesome movie about a couple of high school kids having one last good time together before going their separate ways to college.
Reminded me so much of me and my boy Cooley, back in the day. All of that swearing and talking about boobs. And how to get our inept, untrained hands on some. Oh the talks Jon and I used to have. If I didn't know better, I'd think the writers of this movie used us as source material.
Too tired to blog about it anymore (it is a workday tomorrow!), but it was so good that it deserved some kind of entry, short though this one is.
Reminded me so much of me and my boy Cooley, back in the day. All of that swearing and talking about boobs. And how to get our inept, untrained hands on some. Oh the talks Jon and I used to have. If I didn't know better, I'd think the writers of this movie used us as source material.
Too tired to blog about it anymore (it is a workday tomorrow!), but it was so good that it deserved some kind of entry, short though this one is.
Labels: everything else, funny, movies
A buddy of mine brought me back a very cool Iron Man t shirt from Comic Con and I just got around to wearing it tonight. Its a large and I am a small (hey, no snickering!), so the thing looks ridiculous on me, but when I turned off the light a minute ago I realized that the symbol designed to resemble the device embedded in Tony Stark's chest glows in the dark.
I'm just still geeking out about it, and had to share.
I'm just still geeking out about it, and had to share.
Labels: comics
Seems like its been forever since I have had more than 2 minutes to myself, and what 2 minutes I have had lately have been spent running around, getting ready for work, getting to the hospital, getting to bed. Seems like I'm always busier than I need to be lately.
So I am loving staying up in a house packed full of sleeping people and doing my own thing. One other great thing about solipsism: Pretty easy for me to imagine that I am the only one really here.
Just a few seconds ago, I finished reading William Gibson's 'All Tomorrow's Parties'. Not on par with his 'Neuromancer', or even 'Pattern Recognition', but still a very good book. I highly recommend.
Ever hear a song called 'Cannonball' by Damien Rice? Great song. You know how when a song catches you just the right way and you can listen to it repeatedly without getting sick of it? Well, I'll probably hate it tomorrow, but its working for me tonight.
Not sure what else to talk about; got a whole pile of links I keep meaning to post about, but that can wait. I am just happy to be alone with myself long enough to actually notice.
So I am loving staying up in a house packed full of sleeping people and doing my own thing. One other great thing about solipsism: Pretty easy for me to imagine that I am the only one really here.
Just a few seconds ago, I finished reading William Gibson's 'All Tomorrow's Parties'. Not on par with his 'Neuromancer', or even 'Pattern Recognition', but still a very good book. I highly recommend.
Ever hear a song called 'Cannonball' by Damien Rice? Great song. You know how when a song catches you just the right way and you can listen to it repeatedly without getting sick of it? Well, I'll probably hate it tomorrow, but its working for me tonight.
Not sure what else to talk about; got a whole pile of links I keep meaning to post about, but that can wait. I am just happy to be alone with myself long enough to actually notice.
Labels: everything else
