Archive for August, 2008
sunshine »
Friday, August 22nd, 2008
… is everything a science fiction movie should be. The entire concept is a trip and the effects and characters and direction make for insanity. They’re flying into the fucking SUN, MAN!
Basically, the sun is dying and a ship is sent from Earth to drop a bomb on its ass to restart the giant orange bastard. As things usually do when flying at a massive ball of plasma and radioactivity, things go wrong. Things just keep reaching new levels of whoa from there.
I freely admit that the whole sci-fi thing doesn’t hit on the general masses and most of you won’t like it if you see it but I still recommend it.
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friday free for all »
Friday, August 22nd, 2008
… There was a press conference at Calhoun on the thirteenth with Lifetime Fitness and others. I was unable to attend because I had nothing pressing to do here but I did end up getting an exercise ball that was left behind. I blew it up Monday which only took about an hour and a half with my tiny hand pump and have been bouncing, rolling and the following is unconfirmed and likely untrue fitnessing my core. I can only assume I’m now burning seventy to eighty calories a second.
In honor of such things, here’s a video I found randomly:
… Girlfriend and I are planning a Hitchcock night tonight. That’s pretty self-explanatory. I’m stoked.
… Tuesday, I bought my first suit. This may seem trivial but for a guy that’s dream is to be as far from society as possible with satellite connections to all the usual amenities solar panels to power three averages homes, $28k; just saying that’s a dichotomous purchase. though, I, as you’d imagine, look ravishing.
That brings up another point. If I were to “dress for the job I want, not the one I hate or whatever,” I’d be in elastic-banded pants, over-sized sneaks and any number of over-worn t-shirts. I’d almost positively be relieved of my duties at my current position and wouldn’t likely get a job that pays better than a high school janitor. That phrase is bullshit.
… I’ve been going through my reader again, trying to catch up. I’m less affected than in the past. I’ve no idea if that’s good or bad. But I do know I don’t want this guy being our President.
… and finally:
I finished piling junk in my room. The stack of goods is approximately eight feet tall, ten feet out from the wall and fifteen miles across.* That means I’ve reached the point of distribution. I’ve a folder filled with “keepers” that has to be organized and then it’s off to the races.
My plan:
— Take snaps of each sale-worthy item.
— Post those snaps along with witty and encouraging message on CraigsList.
— Take 60lb bag of clothes to cash-for-clothes shop.
— Sell everything.
— If “everything” ends up being just a few pieces of crap, Post on Ebay where there’s a larger audience for the inane and useless.
— If that still leaves items, donate the rest to Goodwill; get receipt.
— Roll naked in the pile of cash, toss it into the air, feel it rain down like a mostly-cotton-fiber waterfall.
— Pick just-rolled-in cash off the floor, piling it neatly, satisfyingly.
— Count and deposit financial windfall.
— Adjust monocle and twist ends of mustache.
* all measurements approximate and majestically exaggerated
offense »
Wednesday, August 20th, 2008
Every seat is full, a crowded bus, but there’s no white noise. No one—not even those who boarded together—talks to one another. The quiet is simultaneously comforting and the opposite. It’s normal. I fight the silence with music through my headphones.
In more and more places, we isolate ourselves. We don’t talk about things we’d talk about in private and find endless humor in those that talk loudly into their mobile phones about their diseases or woes. We are careful of those around us and are stunned when others don’t similarly filter themselves. (more…)
wedding daze »
Wednesday, August 20th, 2008
… is impressively terrible. It makes Honey look like Crash. It made me long for the days when I was young, stupid and naive enough to find American Pie entertaining.
The story is inconsequential but follows some guy who gets dumped, gets all depressed and then asks some waitress to marry him. Isla Fisher is hot and all but that’s like spraying a light mist of Febreeze over the triceratops’ feces from Jurassic Park.
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war made easy »
Monday, August 18th, 2008
… is an interesting look at the media’s role in military conflict. It spans from the Vietnam War to current conflicts, discussing how media work together to push for war instead of asking pertinent questions. It’s narrated by Sean Penn.
The narrative is strong, going through the lead-up to conflict, through the conflict and then the aftermath. It’s cohesive and keeps the interest well. For me, seeing the clips of presidents past and media outlets was intriguing. The parallels and repetitions are entertaining.
It’s not as preachy as I was expecting. Most of the information comes from clips, the storytelling left to one source, and Penn’s relogated to transitions. It’s a smart film that makes a clear point without being overbearing.
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