I love Harrison Ford movies, but these guys do make an excellent point.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Welcome to the Real
Last night, BSA and I went imaginary running.
This morning, I have an actual sprained ankle.
I'm a little disturbed by this.
Could it be that my imagination has gotten so strong that it has the power to affect the very fabric of reality?
I must learn to harness this power and use it as a force for good.
Or possibly, to meet a funny Japenese geek with the ability to travel time and a cool samurai sword.
I'll have to ponder this.
Fun Note: Remember, when dealing with a sprain, the handy acronym RICE. Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate. This may be a little difficult to accomplish while in business casual and in a cubical type enviroment, but office ninjas aren't daunted by such trivial challenges.
This morning, I have an actual sprained ankle.
I'm a little disturbed by this.
Could it be that my imagination has gotten so strong that it has the power to affect the very fabric of reality?
I must learn to harness this power and use it as a force for good.
Or possibly, to meet a funny Japenese geek with the ability to travel time and a cool samurai sword.
I'll have to ponder this.
Fun Note: Remember, when dealing with a sprain, the handy acronym RICE. Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate. This may be a little difficult to accomplish while in business casual and in a cubical type enviroment, but office ninjas aren't daunted by such trivial challenges.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Story: The Hunt for WW, Part I
When we left off, our intrepid heroes were wandering a strange world, trying to find a way home, having lunch when WW was kidnapped my a mountain witch. The rescue option with the most votes was "set a trap with cookies."
So, are we all caught up?
Lovely.
With the cackling old woman spurring her on, WW plunged into the forest, careening off trees and smashing through brush. With a blur of movement, TA followed, leaping through the treetops as she followed them into the forest. On the ground BSA, once again in wolf form, easily kept pace with the sprinting Amazon. Occasionally, they would attack the pair, attempting to dislodge the witch without hurting their friend. The witch blocked all their attacks, laughing as she forced WW to attack her would-be rescuers.
Back in the original clearing, DFL listened to the insane cackling, battle-cries, scenery-crashing, shuriken-whistling, ancient herd yodeling, and gleeful howling that accompanied the high speed forest chase. Sighing she settled herself against a tree. In the distance, glass shattered and metal gears screamed in agony as a battle-grade10-key was destroyed. A wolf’s grief-stricken wail echoed eerily from the forest, followed by more crashings, the small concussive boom of light ordinance, and the creaking of stressed timber as several trees crashed to the ground. DFL sighed again, and relaxed back into a nice sunny spot. Running around playing in the forest really wasn’t her style. She wondered how long it would take for her teammates to get bored. Another tree groaned and crashed in the distance. Honestly, DFL mused, it was like being with a group of puppies. Literally in BSA’s case. The rumblings grew closer. Bushes near DFL’s clearing burst apart as a charming Swiss cottage with enormous chicken legs plowed through. Draperies fluttered madly and doors swung wildly as the panicked cottage raced through the clearing. Just as it was about to plunge back into the trees a small ninja attacked from above, delivering a series of powerful kicks to the roof and façade. The cottage stumbled back a few paces before casually batting TA out of the air with one swift chicken foot. TA recovered from the hit, flipping through the air to slide across the ground, feet and hands digging small trenches in the soft earth. BSA sailed over the bushes, snarling and furious she began snapping at the cottage’s heels. Desperate to get away from the angry wolf the cottage once again plowed forward crashing back into the forest with BSA leaving angry bite marks all along the back deck. Finally a winded WW ran through the large path of broken shrubbery, while the witch screeched, “You leave my house alone you filthy mutt!!” They plunged after the cottage and back into the forest.
DFL lowered her aviators and cocked an eyebrow at TA who had landed nearby.
“Having fun?” She drawled.
“The witch won’t let WW go unless we catch that stupid chicken house.” TA explained, brushing dirt off her hands. “But it’s fast and tough, and encased in magical protection.”
DFL replaced her aviators, “This is going to take all day,” she grumbled.
“Can’t you take over its mind?” TA asked, “Or make it into kindling with your dictator powers?”
Dictator frowned, “I don’t think it has a mind, and it’s moving too fast and too erratically for me to catch.”
“Right,” TA closed her eyes and began forming a complicated set of symbols with her fingers. “I’ll just have to bring it down with my ninja flame-creating powers.” She intoned.
“TA sweetie,” DFL leaned forward, “Just because we’re in a magical forest doesn’t mean you have magical ninja powers.”
“Ha! Well then you how do you explain this?!” TA closed her eyes, and then yelled “Fireball JUTSU!!” There was a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, TA stood in the exact same spot, hands extended dramatically.
“What was that supposed to do exactly?” DFL asked.
“There should have been a fireball” TA peevishly waved away smoke, “Dang it!”
“I think you may be watching too much anime.”
“They’re bound to start generating soon. What’s the point of being lost in a fantasy world if you don’t get flamethrower powers?” TA demanded.
“Right,” DFL responded warily, “We should probably focus on the whole rescue WW thing right now. Let’s get BSA back here and come up with some sort of plan.”
Her eyes glazed over as she sent out her mental commands. Soon, BSA came romping back into the clearing, her mouth full of ornate roof shingles. She spat them out and morphed back into her human shape, “What’s up kids? There’s a magical house that needs tearing apart.”
“We can’t tear the house apart. We need it to rescue WW.” TA pointed out.
“It destroyed my favorite ten key. It’s going down.”
“Well, obviously it doesn’t want to live with the old lady. So if we catch it and give it back, that would be an even better revenge for you.” DFL argued.
“Very well,” BSA folded her arms, “what do you propose?”
“A trap!” TA exclaimed.
“You’re a ninja. You always want to set a trap.” DFL replied.
“Besides, how do you trap a house?” BSA asked. Then she stopped. An amazing idea lit her eyes. “Oh I’ve got it. I’m about to be brilliant.” She started to laugh, TA and DFL moved back a few steps. “It’s time for Extreme Home Makeover!!” BSA yelled triumphantly.
So, are we all caught up?
Lovely.
With the cackling old woman spurring her on, WW plunged into the forest, careening off trees and smashing through brush. With a blur of movement, TA followed, leaping through the treetops as she followed them into the forest. On the ground BSA, once again in wolf form, easily kept pace with the sprinting Amazon. Occasionally, they would attack the pair, attempting to dislodge the witch without hurting their friend. The witch blocked all their attacks, laughing as she forced WW to attack her would-be rescuers.
Back in the original clearing, DFL listened to the insane cackling, battle-cries, scenery-crashing, shuriken-whistling, ancient herd yodeling, and gleeful howling that accompanied the high speed forest chase. Sighing she settled herself against a tree. In the distance, glass shattered and metal gears screamed in agony as a battle-grade10-key was destroyed. A wolf’s grief-stricken wail echoed eerily from the forest, followed by more crashings, the small concussive boom of light ordinance, and the creaking of stressed timber as several trees crashed to the ground. DFL sighed again, and relaxed back into a nice sunny spot. Running around playing in the forest really wasn’t her style. She wondered how long it would take for her teammates to get bored. Another tree groaned and crashed in the distance. Honestly, DFL mused, it was like being with a group of puppies. Literally in BSA’s case. The rumblings grew closer. Bushes near DFL’s clearing burst apart as a charming Swiss cottage with enormous chicken legs plowed through. Draperies fluttered madly and doors swung wildly as the panicked cottage raced through the clearing. Just as it was about to plunge back into the trees a small ninja attacked from above, delivering a series of powerful kicks to the roof and façade. The cottage stumbled back a few paces before casually batting TA out of the air with one swift chicken foot. TA recovered from the hit, flipping through the air to slide across the ground, feet and hands digging small trenches in the soft earth. BSA sailed over the bushes, snarling and furious she began snapping at the cottage’s heels. Desperate to get away from the angry wolf the cottage once again plowed forward crashing back into the forest with BSA leaving angry bite marks all along the back deck. Finally a winded WW ran through the large path of broken shrubbery, while the witch screeched, “You leave my house alone you filthy mutt!!” They plunged after the cottage and back into the forest.
DFL lowered her aviators and cocked an eyebrow at TA who had landed nearby.
“Having fun?” She drawled.
“The witch won’t let WW go unless we catch that stupid chicken house.” TA explained, brushing dirt off her hands. “But it’s fast and tough, and encased in magical protection.”
DFL replaced her aviators, “This is going to take all day,” she grumbled.
“Can’t you take over its mind?” TA asked, “Or make it into kindling with your dictator powers?”
Dictator frowned, “I don’t think it has a mind, and it’s moving too fast and too erratically for me to catch.”
“Right,” TA closed her eyes and began forming a complicated set of symbols with her fingers. “I’ll just have to bring it down with my ninja flame-creating powers.” She intoned.
“TA sweetie,” DFL leaned forward, “Just because we’re in a magical forest doesn’t mean you have magical ninja powers.”
“Ha! Well then you how do you explain this?!” TA closed her eyes, and then yelled “Fireball JUTSU!!” There was a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, TA stood in the exact same spot, hands extended dramatically.
“What was that supposed to do exactly?” DFL asked.
“There should have been a fireball” TA peevishly waved away smoke, “Dang it!”
“I think you may be watching too much anime.”
“They’re bound to start generating soon. What’s the point of being lost in a fantasy world if you don’t get flamethrower powers?” TA demanded.
“Right,” DFL responded warily, “We should probably focus on the whole rescue WW thing right now. Let’s get BSA back here and come up with some sort of plan.”
Her eyes glazed over as she sent out her mental commands. Soon, BSA came romping back into the clearing, her mouth full of ornate roof shingles. She spat them out and morphed back into her human shape, “What’s up kids? There’s a magical house that needs tearing apart.”
“We can’t tear the house apart. We need it to rescue WW.” TA pointed out.
“It destroyed my favorite ten key. It’s going down.”
“Well, obviously it doesn’t want to live with the old lady. So if we catch it and give it back, that would be an even better revenge for you.” DFL argued.
“Very well,” BSA folded her arms, “what do you propose?”
“A trap!” TA exclaimed.
“You’re a ninja. You always want to set a trap.” DFL replied.
“Besides, how do you trap a house?” BSA asked. Then she stopped. An amazing idea lit her eyes. “Oh I’ve got it. I’m about to be brilliant.” She started to laugh, TA and DFL moved back a few steps. “It’s time for Extreme Home Makeover!!” BSA yelled triumphantly.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Office Ninja Day
It's Office Ninja Day!! So be sure to properly appreciate your friendly office ninja. After all, they know the ancient secrets of the copy machine.
My dojo is appreciating us through copious amounts of food. Plus one of the Samauri that I support brought me a vase full of tulips.
I feel very appreciated. :)
What a great Wednesday.
My dojo is appreciating us through copious amounts of food. Plus one of the Samauri that I support brought me a vase full of tulips.
I feel very appreciated. :)
What a great Wednesday.
Loreena McKennitt
I went to her concert last night and it was amazing.
She played at DAR Hall (Daughters of the American Revolution) which is a suprisingly large venue. I really liked it. Spacious, with cozy, star upholstered seats, they had the lights dimmed and a light dusky mist made it seem like twilight in England.
When it started, it was just Loreena and a harp. Her voice was amazing. As the song progressed, the orchestra joined in, and they were very good as well. In every song, she played something. Harp, keyboards, accordian, or the baby grand.
What's funny is that she has this soft spoken, shy speaking voice "I traveled to a small village in China to research the um, you know, red headed mummies discovered there, and while I was there, I um, lived with a nomadic Mongolian family for awhile, and it inspired me to write this song." And then she belts out this amazing song.
Also yes, she does some pretty serious research into the Ancient nomadic Celtic Tribes.
She's a historian! Who plays the accordian!
Admit it, you want to see an Irish woman totally rocking out on an accordian. :)
Bonny Portmore gave me chills, as did The Bonny Swans, but my favorite song was The Highwayman.
Now I've been familiar with The Highwayman since Elementary, when Anne of Green Gables performed it (in the movie) and then my little sister and I looked it up in my big sister's Big Poetry Book. Plus I have LM's CDs, so I have it set to music as a ballad as well, and I have listened to it many, many times.
Yet, as she was playing it last night, I found myself holding my breath and leaning forward with tension. I also found myself wanting to yell out, "Don't go to the Inn, Highwayman, It's a trap!"
It's a trap!
And then the tot-a-lots started.
And I was like "Ohmygosh! What is Bess going to do?"
And the rational part of my brain said, "You know what she's going to do. You've heard this poem a hundred times."
And the part that was listening to the music said "But what if she doesn't do it this time!!"
Rational Brain: "The poem hasn't changed"
Music Brain: "Isn't she late??!! What if she's changed her mind??!!"
You'll be relieved to know that Bess came in right on cue, and I was able to breathe again.
Loreena played songs from all her albums. During the second half, all the lights were red, and they lowered some cool lanters, the cello sounded two long notes and the audience went wild. (It was a really good song) I love it when classical performers get their props.
She played at DAR Hall (Daughters of the American Revolution) which is a suprisingly large venue. I really liked it. Spacious, with cozy, star upholstered seats, they had the lights dimmed and a light dusky mist made it seem like twilight in England.
When it started, it was just Loreena and a harp. Her voice was amazing. As the song progressed, the orchestra joined in, and they were very good as well. In every song, she played something. Harp, keyboards, accordian, or the baby grand.
What's funny is that she has this soft spoken, shy speaking voice "I traveled to a small village in China to research the um, you know, red headed mummies discovered there, and while I was there, I um, lived with a nomadic Mongolian family for awhile, and it inspired me to write this song." And then she belts out this amazing song.
Also yes, she does some pretty serious research into the Ancient nomadic Celtic Tribes.
She's a historian! Who plays the accordian!
Admit it, you want to see an Irish woman totally rocking out on an accordian. :)
Bonny Portmore gave me chills, as did The Bonny Swans, but my favorite song was The Highwayman.
Now I've been familiar with The Highwayman since Elementary, when Anne of Green Gables performed it (in the movie) and then my little sister and I looked it up in my big sister's Big Poetry Book. Plus I have LM's CDs, so I have it set to music as a ballad as well, and I have listened to it many, many times.
Yet, as she was playing it last night, I found myself holding my breath and leaning forward with tension. I also found myself wanting to yell out, "Don't go to the Inn, Highwayman, It's a trap!"
It's a trap!
And then the tot-a-lots started.
And I was like "Ohmygosh! What is Bess going to do?"
And the rational part of my brain said, "You know what she's going to do. You've heard this poem a hundred times."
And the part that was listening to the music said "But what if she doesn't do it this time!!"
Rational Brain: "The poem hasn't changed"
Music Brain: "Isn't she late??!! What if she's changed her mind??!!"
You'll be relieved to know that Bess came in right on cue, and I was able to breathe again.
Loreena played songs from all her albums. During the second half, all the lights were red, and they lowered some cool lanters, the cello sounded two long notes and the audience went wild. (It was a really good song) I love it when classical performers get their props.
Monday, April 23, 2007
LA Pics
Hey, it's LA!
Let's see who lives here.
Coolness at the Star Wars Museum.
Vampires are cool, but not as cool as The Darkness:
Monday AMV
I'm back!! Unfortunatley, I have to work, so pictures will have to wait until later.
Meanwhile, here's an AMV featuring vampires.
Did you know Blood the last vampire is only 40 minutes long? Something to take into account when managing your netflix deliveries.
Meanwhile, here's an AMV featuring vampires.
Did you know Blood the last vampire is only 40 minutes long? Something to take into account when managing your netflix deliveries.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Amazing Race-Ninja Edition
After watching this week's episode, I'm going to have to add a Hong Kong Action Movie Tour to my list of possible vacations.
It rocked.
We started off with airport shenanigans and fighting between the teams. The Schmirna's continued to violate the cubicle boundaries of ticket agents, while the Cubans upset me by conspiring with Team Crazy to help them pull ahead of Team Frat.
Sure Eric and Danielle are annoying, but they can't touch the sheer irritation factor of The Schmirnas.
The Cubans got on the first flight and the Fast Forward, which required them to strap in while a driving stuntman flipped their car. Fun!! What a cake walk fast forward. Last season, the FF at this point of the show forced contestants to eat a plate of cow lips. Many of which still feautred teeth and bits of leftover cow mustache. Gross.
But for those coming after, they got to scale 11 stories of bamboo scaffolding while avoiding pairs of fighting ninjas!!!
Yes!!!
What a great job. Here, we're going to rig safety lines, and all you have to do is spar on bamboo scaffolding. Sweet.
And bonus points to the BQs, since one of them managed to land a kick on a nearby ninja.
The awesomeness only continued when the racers went to an old building rigged with dramatic doors. One well placed kick and doors burst from hinges while racers searched for clues.
And when The Schmirnas took a taxi all the way to Hong Kong island, and then got on the ferry going the wrong way, and they asked that girl for directions, and you could tell she was totally trying not to laugh as she politely pointed out that the island they just left was the island that they were looking for... that was nice.
And then Frat Boy went and blew it by refusing to hire a cab to follow. When they were in last place. In Hong Kong.
If I may quote Napolean Dynamite here: "Idiots!"
It rocked.
We started off with airport shenanigans and fighting between the teams. The Schmirna's continued to violate the cubicle boundaries of ticket agents, while the Cubans upset me by conspiring with Team Crazy to help them pull ahead of Team Frat.
Sure Eric and Danielle are annoying, but they can't touch the sheer irritation factor of The Schmirnas.
The Cubans got on the first flight and the Fast Forward, which required them to strap in while a driving stuntman flipped their car. Fun!! What a cake walk fast forward. Last season, the FF at this point of the show forced contestants to eat a plate of cow lips. Many of which still feautred teeth and bits of leftover cow mustache. Gross.
But for those coming after, they got to scale 11 stories of bamboo scaffolding while avoiding pairs of fighting ninjas!!!
Yes!!!
What a great job. Here, we're going to rig safety lines, and all you have to do is spar on bamboo scaffolding. Sweet.
And bonus points to the BQs, since one of them managed to land a kick on a nearby ninja.
The awesomeness only continued when the racers went to an old building rigged with dramatic doors. One well placed kick and doors burst from hinges while racers searched for clues.
And when The Schmirnas took a taxi all the way to Hong Kong island, and then got on the ferry going the wrong way, and they asked that girl for directions, and you could tell she was totally trying not to laugh as she politely pointed out that the island they just left was the island that they were looking for... that was nice.
And then Frat Boy went and blew it by refusing to hire a cab to follow. When they were in last place. In Hong Kong.
If I may quote Napolean Dynamite here: "Idiots!"
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Mad Driving Skillz
Via tvinjapan.
This clip from a Japanese tv show demonstrates the awesome parking skills necessary for my part of the world. Also, since it's baseball season, some awesome trick batting.
This clip from a Japanese tv show demonstrates the awesome parking skills necessary for my part of the world. Also, since it's baseball season, some awesome trick batting.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
More Procrastinating
Have you ever found yourself wondering, what would Wonder Woman's name be if she was a Nordic hero? After all, she did once pick up Thor's hammer.
Well, now we know.
UPDATE: Batman's Scandinavian Name:
This one was much better than the response I got for "Bruce Wayne"
| Your Scandinavian Name is: |
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Well, now we know.
UPDATE: Batman's Scandinavian Name:
| Your Scandinavian Name is: |
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This one was much better than the response I got for "Bruce Wayne"
Procrastination is an Art
Technically, I'm supposed to be working on the next bit of our story, or at least figure a way to get WW out of the clutches of an evil witch.
But I'm procrastinating, and the best procratination techniques are when you do something related to what you're supposed to be doing, but not quite.
So to post something about WW on the blog, but not the story just yet, here's WW as a winter sport.
But I'm procrastinating, and the best procratination techniques are when you do something related to what you're supposed to be doing, but not quite.
So to post something about WW on the blog, but not the story just yet, here's WW as a winter sport.
| You Are Curling |
 What you lack in athleticism, you make up for in concentration. And while curling isn't much more of a sport than bowling, you *can* win a gold medal for it! |
Ahh!!
Curse you Ticketmaster!! CURSE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
From the fiery pits, I spit at you!!
We hates tricksy Ticketmaster! We Hates them! And their overpriced, un-user-friendly ripoff.
Hates Them Precious!!
From the fiery pits, I spit at you!!
We hates tricksy Ticketmaster! We Hates them! And their overpriced, un-user-friendly ripoff.
Hates Them Precious!!
Random Thought
You know, sometimes you just have to get up in the morning, face yourself in the mirror and finally admit that you will never be able to make a decent loaf of bread.
But it's okay. Because other people can make bread, and there's a good chance that you'll find the soft, new nutty loaf in the office kitchen, along with a stick of sweet butter.
And brownies.
And oatmeal cookies.
And these little paper-thin wafer-ish sugar cookies in the shape of bunnies, eggs and little duckies.
Note to self: Don't gleefully bite the head of the sugar cookie duckie in front of more sensitive coworkers. They seem to find it disturbing.
But it's okay. Because other people can make bread, and there's a good chance that you'll find the soft, new nutty loaf in the office kitchen, along with a stick of sweet butter.
And brownies.
And oatmeal cookies.
And these little paper-thin wafer-ish sugar cookies in the shape of bunnies, eggs and little duckies.
Note to self: Don't gleefully bite the head of the sugar cookie duckie in front of more sensitive coworkers. They seem to find it disturbing.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Breaking News Alert!
Holy Buckets of Fried Greasy Chicken Bits!!!
I have just now, at this very moment, discovered an archive of fanfiction for Pirates of Dark Water.
I can't decide if I'm terribly excited or screamingly horrified at this development.
I need to focus on something a little less disturbing while I contemplate actually looking at the previously mentioned archive.
There... that's better.
I have just now, at this very moment, discovered an archive of fanfiction for Pirates of Dark Water.
I can't decide if I'm terribly excited or screamingly horrified at this development.
I need to focus on something a little less disturbing while I contemplate actually looking at the previously mentioned archive.
There... that's better.
Cheese!!
I am thoroughly ashamed of myself. Here we are, 11 days into April, and I have only just learned that April is National Grilled Cheese Sandwich month.
Grilled Cheese and tomato soup is one of my all time favorite dishes. Especially since I can actually make it myself. Tonight in honor of this glorious month, I will have grilled cheese and tomato soup. And a pickle.
I find myself in a sudden state of concern about my household inventory of tomato soup.
Oh well. I'll make a grilled cheese sandwich with cheddar and a little mango/peach salsa dabbed on the inside. That's good stuff.
Via tastespotting.
Grilled Cheese and tomato soup is one of my all time favorite dishes. Especially since I can actually make it myself. Tonight in honor of this glorious month, I will have grilled cheese and tomato soup. And a pickle.
I find myself in a sudden state of concern about my household inventory of tomato soup.
Oh well. I'll make a grilled cheese sandwich with cheddar and a little mango/peach salsa dabbed on the inside. That's good stuff.
Via tastespotting.
American Idol-Latin night
This was actually pretty dang boring. Even the ick factor of Sanjaya's attempt at facial hair was dull, leaving only a mild distaste to add to my general loathing.
This little gem from The Soup is much more entertaining.
This little gem from The Soup is much more entertaining.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Amazing Race--You Sure about that Flight?
So, at the very beginning of this leg, teams had to find a flight to Kuala Lampur. The Schmirna's lucked out, finding a mystery flight that got them in 3 hours before everyone else.
How do they get so lucky!? And why didn't any of the travel agents know about this flight?
Shmirna also refused to share their computers, but then got angry when Frat guy wouldn't let them cut in line. Man, I just really don't like that team, and I'm rather sad that they are in the top 4.
Uchenna and Joyce took a huge risk with a tight connection in an attempt to get a 40 min lead on the other teams. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Dude, even the Frat guy knew that was a dumb move.
So Uchenna and Joyce missed their connection, spent a day in the Frankfurt airport, and got eliminated.
The Beauty Queens managed to pull ahead by choosing to dye cloth when all of the other teams decided to go with the searching task of biting thousands of cookies to find one with a licorice center.
The BQs also showed a bit of their evil side by yielding Team Frat and laughing about. It was this sort of evilness that made them the team you loved to hate last season. Now I want them to harness their dark beauty pageant powers and take out Team Crazy Shmirna.
"Shall we crush the competition like the insignifigant bugs they are?"
"Yes. Let them taste our wrath through the power of the yield!"
Watching Mirna try to play role model by spouting various platitudes at Malaysian children in some indiscriminate accent was gag-inducing.
The Cubans, my favorite team still in the race, were also not at their best. There was lots of bickering and whining. Not to mention they blew an entire hour dithering between the two tasks, thus coming in behind Team Frat.
How do they get so lucky!? And why didn't any of the travel agents know about this flight?
Shmirna also refused to share their computers, but then got angry when Frat guy wouldn't let them cut in line. Man, I just really don't like that team, and I'm rather sad that they are in the top 4.
Uchenna and Joyce took a huge risk with a tight connection in an attempt to get a 40 min lead on the other teams. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Dude, even the Frat guy knew that was a dumb move.
So Uchenna and Joyce missed their connection, spent a day in the Frankfurt airport, and got eliminated.
The Beauty Queens managed to pull ahead by choosing to dye cloth when all of the other teams decided to go with the searching task of biting thousands of cookies to find one with a licorice center.
The BQs also showed a bit of their evil side by yielding Team Frat and laughing about. It was this sort of evilness that made them the team you loved to hate last season. Now I want them to harness their dark beauty pageant powers and take out Team Crazy Shmirna.
"Shall we crush the competition like the insignifigant bugs they are?"
"Yes. Let them taste our wrath through the power of the yield!"
Watching Mirna try to play role model by spouting various platitudes at Malaysian children in some indiscriminate accent was gag-inducing.
The Cubans, my favorite team still in the race, were also not at their best. There was lots of bickering and whining. Not to mention they blew an entire hour dithering between the two tasks, thus coming in behind Team Frat.
Monday AMV
It's been awhile since I've posted one of these. My home computer was sick, but thanks to the Drunken Jedi, it's up and running again. What better way to celebrate a new lease on computer life than by surfing for anime music videos?
So here are the ninjas of Naruto, mixing it up.
And here's one of Avatar fight scenes. Unless, of course, it's already been pulled by Viacom for copyright violation.
So here are the ninjas of Naruto, mixing it up.
And here's one of Avatar fight scenes. Unless, of course, it's already been pulled by Viacom for copyright violation.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Weekend News
The Easter Bunny is bigger than Wonder Woman!
UPDATE:
I think the Easter Bunny could give you a run for your money WW. Look at this chilling video footage I found over at Ace's.
UPDATE:
I think the Easter Bunny could give you a run for your money WW. Look at this chilling video footage I found over at Ace's.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Breaking News Alert!
Apparently, the latest freeze in Nebraska has driven our favorite Amazon, Wonder Woman, completly mad.
She now thinks she's a Spartan.
We have to get this girl to an island!
Preferrably one really,really South from here!
An island known for its vast pumpkin production!!
Do it for the puppy!! That cute, cute stuffed puppy!
She now thinks she's a Spartan.
We have to get this girl to an island!
Preferrably one really,really South from here!
An island known for its vast pumpkin production!!
Do it for the puppy!! That cute, cute stuffed puppy!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
My Humps
The Blackeyed Peas song "My Humps" will always have a special place in my heart. When I was in England, the BBC played it constantly, and I hold it personally responsible for much of the Anti-Americanism I experienced there. Eventually though, I came to enjoy this strange soundtrack to my British experience. Britian, Fish and Chips, the Tower, and Fergie's Lady Lumps are now all forever entwined in my brain.
Which really makes Alanis Morrisette's cover all the more brilliant.
Thanks to DFL, who found this remarkable wonder.
Which really makes Alanis Morrisette's cover all the more brilliant.
Thanks to DFL, who found this remarkable wonder.
American Idol Roundup
Actually, I don't have one because I haven't seen it yet. Sorry. I'm behind on my tv watching, as this is a week of culture for moi.
I'm part of this program called Generation O. Basically, it's the Opera's attempt to replace their clientele before they all die off. So if an opera has a lot of seats open, I get an email offering tickets at half price, because I'm a "young person."
It is awesome.
Monday we saw "La fille du regiment" a light comedic opera that I thought was pretty funny, although the first half tended to drag in places. Basically, it was set in France just after WWII. A regiment found an abondend baby girl and adopted her. So basically, every man in the regiment is her father. This makes for a great song where the girl's boyfriend has to go and ask for her hand from all of her "papas" Of course, once that little hurdle has been taken care of, they find out that the girl is the long lost child of the local heiress, and she gets whisked off away from the regiment and her lover.
Since this was a comedy, in the second act after a lesson in deportment, our heroine has to be restrained from throwing herself in the orchestra pit. I don't know why this struck me as being so hilarious. But it did.
Also, in one number, a maid in the background stole the scene by dancing with her broom. I love it when the background people do that.
Yesterday, we went and saw a show by the Phildelphia Dance Company, or "Philadanco"
It was all right. I'm a bit of a philistine when it comes to dance. My reaction to one of the nubmers was "oh, it's like a really elaborate game of duck, duck, goose!"
I'm part of this program called Generation O. Basically, it's the Opera's attempt to replace their clientele before they all die off. So if an opera has a lot of seats open, I get an email offering tickets at half price, because I'm a "young person."
It is awesome.
Monday we saw "La fille du regiment" a light comedic opera that I thought was pretty funny, although the first half tended to drag in places. Basically, it was set in France just after WWII. A regiment found an abondend baby girl and adopted her. So basically, every man in the regiment is her father. This makes for a great song where the girl's boyfriend has to go and ask for her hand from all of her "papas" Of course, once that little hurdle has been taken care of, they find out that the girl is the long lost child of the local heiress, and she gets whisked off away from the regiment and her lover.
Since this was a comedy, in the second act after a lesson in deportment, our heroine has to be restrained from throwing herself in the orchestra pit. I don't know why this struck me as being so hilarious. But it did.
Also, in one number, a maid in the background stole the scene by dancing with her broom. I love it when the background people do that.
Yesterday, we went and saw a show by the Phildelphia Dance Company, or "Philadanco"
It was all right. I'm a bit of a philistine when it comes to dance. My reaction to one of the nubmers was "oh, it's like a really elaborate game of duck, duck, goose!"
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
American Idol- Theme?
Does anyone know what the theme was last night? I couldn't decide what it was. Disco, 70s, Gwen Stefani?
Sting?
I will kill him!
That being said, the exciting thing last night was that Gina and Phil came from behind with some amazing performances. While I missed Gina's rock entertainment, her vocals were a lot better with the ballad.
Lakisha and Mindy Doo were excellent as always, even singing disco numbers. I especially liked Mindy Doo's outfit, which looked like it could of come from the League of Superheroes.
Jordin sang "Hey Baby" and wore a tablecloth she swiped from an Italian bistro. Her vocals were good, but the song sounded wierd without all the bass and pop background stuff from the original.
Than there was Sanjaya. *shudder* He seems to have irritated Gwen Stefani and she gave us the best line of the night when she said "he chose it, so good luck for him" regarding his song choice. Closely followed by Simon's "It doesn't matter what we say." Yes, Sanjaya is so bad, that even Simon has given up.
And don't even get me started on his hair.
+ 
= Sanjaya's do.
Sting?
I will kill him!
That being said, the exciting thing last night was that Gina and Phil came from behind with some amazing performances. While I missed Gina's rock entertainment, her vocals were a lot better with the ballad.
Lakisha and Mindy Doo were excellent as always, even singing disco numbers. I especially liked Mindy Doo's outfit, which looked like it could of come from the League of Superheroes.
Jordin sang "Hey Baby" and wore a tablecloth she swiped from an Italian bistro. Her vocals were good, but the song sounded wierd without all the bass and pop background stuff from the original.
Than there was Sanjaya. *shudder* He seems to have irritated Gwen Stefani and she gave us the best line of the night when she said "he chose it, so good luck for him" regarding his song choice. Closely followed by Simon's "It doesn't matter what we say." Yes, Sanjaya is so bad, that even Simon has given up.
And don't even get me started on his hair.
+ 
= Sanjaya's do.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
300
Friday night I met a friend at the theater to see the new TMNT movie. I got there early, and since the weather has finally turned nice, sat out on a wooden bench in front of the theater to wait.
I sat back, enjoying the cool dusk air, people watching, sitting in companionable silence with the total strangers sharing my bench.
Suddenly, the theater doors opened and out strode a group of young men, I'd say 17ish, the kid in front yelled "SPARTA!!" and proceeded to tear his grey tank-top off his body. His friends cheered him on, yelling the "Oo-aa, Oo-aa" Spartan chant from the movie as they walked to the parking lot.
A moment of silence as the we few on the benches stared at each other. Finally a lady across from me says "I wonder what movie they saw?"
Everyone laughs, now we're all friends! The commentary continues:
Her guy says, "Man that movie makes people crazy. Come out tearing their clothes off, yelling and screaming"
Girl further down,"Yeah I don't want to see that movie."
Unfortunately, at this time my friend showed up and I left my bench. Even though I didn't get to continue the discussion on the merits of 300, I already knew I disagreed. Such a strong response to a movie from others makes me want to see 300, even though I know it will be way too graphic for my tastes.
Thank heavens for You Tube. Now we can all enjoy 300--PG version.
Best Line: "Tonight we dine in Heck!!"
Update: TMNT, not as bad as I thought it would be. At the end, the kid sitting next to me stood up and announced, "Leonardo is the Man!"
That pretty much sums it up for me too.
I sat back, enjoying the cool dusk air, people watching, sitting in companionable silence with the total strangers sharing my bench.
Suddenly, the theater doors opened and out strode a group of young men, I'd say 17ish, the kid in front yelled "SPARTA!!" and proceeded to tear his grey tank-top off his body. His friends cheered him on, yelling the "Oo-aa, Oo-aa" Spartan chant from the movie as they walked to the parking lot.
A moment of silence as the we few on the benches stared at each other. Finally a lady across from me says "I wonder what movie they saw?"
Everyone laughs, now we're all friends! The commentary continues:
Her guy says, "Man that movie makes people crazy. Come out tearing their clothes off, yelling and screaming"
Girl further down,"Yeah I don't want to see that movie."
Unfortunately, at this time my friend showed up and I left my bench. Even though I didn't get to continue the discussion on the merits of 300, I already knew I disagreed. Such a strong response to a movie from others makes me want to see 300, even though I know it will be way too graphic for my tastes.
Thank heavens for You Tube. Now we can all enjoy 300--PG version.
Best Line: "Tonight we dine in Heck!!"
Update: TMNT, not as bad as I thought it would be. At the end, the kid sitting next to me stood up and announced, "Leonardo is the Man!"
That pretty much sums it up for me too.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Naruto Character Test
I'm such a sucker for this stuff.
Which Naruto Character Are You?
Test by naruto - kun.com
Neji. Sweet.
Which Naruto Character Are You?
Test by naruto - kun.com
Neji. Sweet.
Amazing Race --Airport Shenanigans
Due to the amazing powers of Creepy Munchkin Luck--Team Crazy came in first.
In fact, due to some serious flight issues stranding everyone in Johannesburg, (who knew Dar Es-Salaam was such a hot ticket?) they had almost a whole day's lead, which prompted the producers to cancel their ferry due to "weather."
The fact that they showed some fluffy clouds zipping speedily across the camera to demonstrate the "bad weather" was really just icing on the cake.
Since Team Crazy were negotiating flights in South Africa, Mirna whined at the agent with an Italian accent, while Charla creepily slid under the counter and into her cubical. As an office ninja/cubical drone, my first reaction would be to defend my oh-so-limited turf. But they never do, Mirna keeps wandering into desk space and the agents keep taking it. I would pay good money to see an agent order her to stay behind the freaking counter.
I'm going to have to ask you to stay behind the counter ma'am.
So this episode had everyone scrambling for flights, with the poor suckers who actually waited in line coming in almost a full day behind the front running teams. Terri and Ian struggled with their fish puzzle and were eliminated. They didn't even seem that despondent, just really tired.
The Cubans are currently my favorite team running. With their happy go lucky attitudes and wise cracks (Yeah for Project Runway joke!) they're always fun to watch.
In fact, due to some serious flight issues stranding everyone in Johannesburg, (who knew Dar Es-Salaam was such a hot ticket?) they had almost a whole day's lead, which prompted the producers to cancel their ferry due to "weather."
The fact that they showed some fluffy clouds zipping speedily across the camera to demonstrate the "bad weather" was really just icing on the cake.
Since Team Crazy were negotiating flights in South Africa, Mirna whined at the agent with an Italian accent, while Charla creepily slid under the counter and into her cubical. As an office ninja/cubical drone, my first reaction would be to defend my oh-so-limited turf. But they never do, Mirna keeps wandering into desk space and the agents keep taking it. I would pay good money to see an agent order her to stay behind the freaking counter.
I'm going to have to ask you to stay behind the counter ma'am.
So this episode had everyone scrambling for flights, with the poor suckers who actually waited in line coming in almost a full day behind the front running teams. Terri and Ian struggled with their fish puzzle and were eliminated. They didn't even seem that despondent, just really tired.
The Cubans are currently my favorite team running. With their happy go lucky attitudes and wise cracks (Yeah for Project Runway joke!) they're always fun to watch.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
American Idol
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! Gah! The Pain!!! Father!! The Sleeper Must Awaken!!
Many have tried to be the Next American Idol.
They tried and failed?
They tried and died.
Sorry, something about watching Sanjaya's horrible attempt at sexy made me feel like I was undergoing some viscious test of willpower. Like sticking my hand in a pain box or transmuting the water of life. I'm better now.
I guess one good thing about his performance was that it led to the insta-fame of a sobbing little girl who got more air time than say, Uchenna and Joyce on Amazing Race. She made the Washinton Post today. You go little girl. I'm guessing you're either thrilled or moritified, depending on your personality.
Let's see, the British Invasion brought us a whole lot of ballads, which means lots of Fast Forwarding.
I correctly identified Lakisha's number as a Bond song, I enjoyed Gina's rock even though her vocals aren't the greatest, and Blake was the best male vocal of the evening.
And of course, the lovely Melinda Doolittle. Entertainment Weekly has dubbed her Mindy Doo, which is lots of fun to chant at the screen. Mindy Doo! Mindy Doo!
She chose a song from Oliver! though, which is a little strange. You need to be a little more contemporary Mindy Doo. Pick a song that's getting air time on the radio, so you don't loose the kiddie vote.
Haley risked the pity vote by vamping it up. However, her inablity to sing staccatto or look anything less than perky made her rendition of "Tell him" made the whole performance rather...odd.
What did you guys think?
UPDATE: Curse you Crying Girl Tweeners!!! Curse YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!
Many have tried to be the Next American Idol.
They tried and failed?
They tried and died.
Sorry, something about watching Sanjaya's horrible attempt at sexy made me feel like I was undergoing some viscious test of willpower. Like sticking my hand in a pain box or transmuting the water of life. I'm better now.
I guess one good thing about his performance was that it led to the insta-fame of a sobbing little girl who got more air time than say, Uchenna and Joyce on Amazing Race. She made the Washinton Post today. You go little girl. I'm guessing you're either thrilled or moritified, depending on your personality.
Let's see, the British Invasion brought us a whole lot of ballads, which means lots of Fast Forwarding.
I correctly identified Lakisha's number as a Bond song, I enjoyed Gina's rock even though her vocals aren't the greatest, and Blake was the best male vocal of the evening.
And of course, the lovely Melinda Doolittle. Entertainment Weekly has dubbed her Mindy Doo, which is lots of fun to chant at the screen. Mindy Doo! Mindy Doo!
She chose a song from Oliver! though, which is a little strange. You need to be a little more contemporary Mindy Doo. Pick a song that's getting air time on the radio, so you don't loose the kiddie vote.
Haley risked the pity vote by vamping it up. However, her inablity to sing staccatto or look anything less than perky made her rendition of "Tell him" made the whole performance rather...odd.
What did you guys think?
UPDATE: Curse you Crying Girl Tweeners!!! Curse YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Spring!
According to my Far Side Desk Calendar, today is the first day of Spring. I feel that I should do something to welcome the new season, despite the fact that I still have to wear a heavy coat every day. Hmm, how does an office ninja celebrate the first day of Spring?
Obviously with an historical re-enactment. Now I know that 300 is the big thing right now, and were all excited about the Battle of Thermopylae, but I think we should show a little love to Pearl Harbor. Especially since that film was truly horrible.
So I present to you, The Batley Townwomen's Guild re-enactment of the Battle of Pearl Harbor.
Obviously with an historical re-enactment. Now I know that 300 is the big thing right now, and were all excited about the Battle of Thermopylae, but I think we should show a little love to Pearl Harbor. Especially since that film was truly horrible.
So I present to you, The Batley Townwomen's Guild re-enactment of the Battle of Pearl Harbor.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Amazing Race: Team Crazy Pulls Ahead
ARGH!! Everytime I think Charla-Smirchna are going down, they get a lucky break and escape elimination.
Not only did they escape elimination, the managed to come in first! Now we're all doomed to listen to their self-righteous prattle as they pat themselves on the back.
They didn't even bring the crazy this week. Just more atrocious fake accents.
As for the race, the teams had to hike around a ski resort and find a clue marked with an avalache tracer.
Here the Beauty Queens once again failed to read their clue and had to go back for their tools. This is a rookie mistake and they've done it twice now. Fortunately for them, the Cubans couldn't figure out how to find their clue.
Then the racers flew to Mozambique, and used trained rats to find hidden land mines. How cool is that?! Those were some of the biggest rats I have ever seen.
As for the next challenge, I'm surprised so many of them decided to haul coal. Any task where you have to sell stuff in a market gets done really fast. I'm guessing it's easy to draw customers when you're walking around with a camera crew.
My favorite part was when the Cubans, covered in coal dust and sweat, made it to the pit stop, and one of them chased Phil around the fort, trying to give him a hug.
That made my week.
So, what do you think? Will Uchenna and Joyce make it in first? Will Team Crazy EVER go home? From the previews, it looks like frat boy and girl get kicked off a plane, so I'm guessing Team Crazy is here to stay.
Sigh.
Not only did they escape elimination, the managed to come in first! Now we're all doomed to listen to their self-righteous prattle as they pat themselves on the back.
They didn't even bring the crazy this week. Just more atrocious fake accents.
As for the race, the teams had to hike around a ski resort and find a clue marked with an avalache tracer.
Here the Beauty Queens once again failed to read their clue and had to go back for their tools. This is a rookie mistake and they've done it twice now. Fortunately for them, the Cubans couldn't figure out how to find their clue.
Then the racers flew to Mozambique, and used trained rats to find hidden land mines. How cool is that?! Those were some of the biggest rats I have ever seen.
As for the next challenge, I'm surprised so many of them decided to haul coal. Any task where you have to sell stuff in a market gets done really fast. I'm guessing it's easy to draw customers when you're walking around with a camera crew.
My favorite part was when the Cubans, covered in coal dust and sweat, made it to the pit stop, and one of them chased Phil around the fort, trying to give him a hug.
That made my week.
So, what do you think? Will Uchenna and Joyce make it in first? Will Team Crazy EVER go home? From the previews, it looks like frat boy and girl get kicked off a plane, so I'm guessing Team Crazy is here to stay.
Sigh.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
NCAA: Day 1
Let's check the scores!
Oh Weber, you got creamed.
Texas Tech has also failed me.
BYU lost?! Awesome!!
Overall I didn't do too bad. I appear to have picked 10 of them correctly.
Go me!
Oh Weber, you got creamed.
Texas Tech has also failed me.
BYU lost?! Awesome!!
Overall I didn't do too bad. I appear to have picked 10 of them correctly.
Go me!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
American Idol
Wow, just when I thought Sanjay couldn't get any worse, he perms his hair and puts on old lady earrings.
No wonder his performance led to the creation of Simon's most tortured metaphor ever.
Randy's comment about the only good part being the back up singers was hilarious.
And with all the people forgetting lyrics, (from Diana Ross songs!) there's just no reason to put Phil in the bottom three.
Come on America!! Send Sanjay home!!!
Not that I'm sad Brandon was eliminated. His constant googly-eyes and weak vocals were irritating, but he's still better than Sanjay.
Haley maintains her iron grip on the pity vote. Simon tried to break it by telling her nice things about her cringe-inducing performance, but I think she rallied by crying gratefully at the first hint of praise.
No wonder his performance led to the creation of Simon's most tortured metaphor ever.
Randy's comment about the only good part being the back up singers was hilarious.
And with all the people forgetting lyrics, (from Diana Ross songs!) there's just no reason to put Phil in the bottom three.
Come on America!! Send Sanjay home!!!
Not that I'm sad Brandon was eliminated. His constant googly-eyes and weak vocals were irritating, but he's still better than Sanjay.
Haley maintains her iron grip on the pity vote. Simon tried to break it by telling her nice things about her cringe-inducing performance, but I think she rallied by crying gratefully at the first hint of praise.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
NCAA Pool
We just got our bracket sheets handed out at work, and since I'm awfully bored I filled it out. Of course, I haven't been following college bball at all but I won't let that stop me.
Hey! There's no USU? What's up with that? I see that Weber managed to make it. Good on them. I will allow them to beat UCLA in the first round but get smashed by Pittsburg in the second.
BYU, of course, will lose in the first round. Down with the zoo!
This is kind of fun, kinda like playing the Sims.
Other than those I picked teams based on who had won more games. Unless of course, I didn't like their name or feel like spelling it all the way out. Gonzaga, George Washington, I'm looking at you...
Eventually, I end up with Kansas v. North Carolina with Kansas for the win! I thought I'd show the midwest a little love.
Hey! There's no USU? What's up with that? I see that Weber managed to make it. Good on them. I will allow them to beat UCLA in the first round but get smashed by Pittsburg in the second.
BYU, of course, will lose in the first round. Down with the zoo!
This is kind of fun, kinda like playing the Sims.
Other than those I picked teams based on who had won more games. Unless of course, I didn't like their name or feel like spelling it all the way out. Gonzaga, George Washington, I'm looking at you...
Eventually, I end up with Kansas v. North Carolina with Kansas for the win! I thought I'd show the midwest a little love.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Amazing Race: Upset!!
Wow.
I'm still in shock. In the biggest upset in Amazing Race history, Rob and Amber were beaten by Charla and Mirna I'm still in shock. In the biggest upset in Amazing Race history, Rob and Amber were beaten by Charla and Mirna (Team Crazy.)
Charla and Mirna of all people!!
Well, Charla, Mirna, and Rob's failure to spell Phillipines correctly, or follow map directions, or find his team's letter at the post office at the end of the world.
Rob was having a very bad day.
So, Rob and Amber were kinda evil, admit you giggled when they sent the Crazies on a wild goose chase. They were smart, tough, and played a decent strategy game.
They went from dominating the game to elimination. They will be missed.
Especially since this means that I will be subjected to Charla-Mirna freakouts for yet another week.
I'm still in shock. In the biggest upset in Amazing Race history, Rob and Amber were beaten by Charla and Mirna I'm still in shock. In the biggest upset in Amazing Race history, Rob and Amber were beaten by Charla and Mirna (Team Crazy.)
Charla and Mirna of all people!!
Well, Charla, Mirna, and Rob's failure to spell Phillipines correctly, or follow map directions, or find his team's letter at the post office at the end of the world.
Rob was having a very bad day.
So, Rob and Amber were kinda evil, admit you giggled when they sent the Crazies on a wild goose chase. They were smart, tough, and played a decent strategy game.
They went from dominating the game to elimination. They will be missed.
Especially since this means that I will be subjected to Charla-Mirna freakouts for yet another week.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Hockey!
I'm going to the hockey game tonight, so to help prep for the night's festivities, here's a clip from the Senators vs Sabres game on 2/22. Apparently these teams hate each other with a passion I haven't seen since Nebraskans vs Iowans. The best part however, is when the two goalies come out to fight each other. I have a weak spot for goalies.
Why, America? Why?!!
Why do you inflict yet another week of Sanjay's tortured warblings, awkward stage presence, and creepy hair on us all?
Seriously, what demographic does this guy appeal to that he keeps staying on week after week?
Pre-teens?
Grandmas?
The mafia?
Who!!!
Thank you noble fast forward button. You're all that stands between me and the horrors of Sanjay.
As for everyone else, I was a little surprised that Haley beat out Sabrina for the last girl spot. But there I blame the mechanics of the AI pity vote, which has ousted better singers for their weaker opponents before. The theory goes, the judges were mean to Haley, so people gave her a pity vote, whereas nobody voted for Sabrina, because she seemed like such a sure thing that they assumed everyone else had all ready voted for her.
It's irritating, but also an interesting example of mass psychology, so I'm cool with it.
Seriously, what demographic does this guy appeal to that he keeps staying on week after week?
Pre-teens?
Grandmas?
The mafia?
Who!!!
Thank you noble fast forward button. You're all that stands between me and the horrors of Sanjay.
As for everyone else, I was a little surprised that Haley beat out Sabrina for the last girl spot. But there I blame the mechanics of the AI pity vote, which has ousted better singers for their weaker opponents before. The theory goes, the judges were mean to Haley, so people gave her a pity vote, whereas nobody voted for Sabrina, because she seemed like such a sure thing that they assumed everyone else had all ready voted for her.
It's irritating, but also an interesting example of mass psychology, so I'm cool with it.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
LOTR in 5 seconds
Because you don't always have 12 hours to spare!
Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers
Return of the King
Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers
Return of the King
Movies for Short Attention Spans
Only 5 seconds, and Batman still rocks.
Ha ha!!
And this one of course:
Ha ha!!
And this one of course:
Sleepy...
Oh so sleeeeepy.
I only caught the first part of AI last night, but I want to thank the girl for starting out with Pat Benatar's Heartbreaker. That made me happy.
I also remember watching Heroes, which ended with everyone caught up in some dire cliffhanger only to go on haitus until the end of April.
Jerks.
Sorry, I have no recap, but here's my two cents worth of thoughts. I think Ma Petrelli is pulling strings to rival Linderman.
I can't wait to watch Peter and Sylar throw down. Yeah!! Sylar the brain eater story line has gotten old, and it's time for him to get taken down.
I only caught the first part of AI last night, but I want to thank the girl for starting out with Pat Benatar's Heartbreaker. That made me happy.
I also remember watching Heroes, which ended with everyone caught up in some dire cliffhanger only to go on haitus until the end of April.
Jerks.
Sorry, I have no recap, but here's my two cents worth of thoughts. I think Ma Petrelli is pulling strings to rival Linderman.
I can't wait to watch Peter and Sylar throw down. Yeah!! Sylar the brain eater story line has gotten old, and it's time for him to get taken down.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Drabble: Unexpected Praise
Cinder could see the remnants of magic. It twitched in thin, fuzzy cracks from all over the alley to puddle at the place of attack. The faint, ever-present movement set her teeth on edge.
“Some sort of summoning?” Cinder muttered to herself, as she studied the malignant swirling residue.
“Not bad, for a mage.” The voice dripped with disdain and a thick Spanish accent.
Cinder whirled, her power flaring around her in a protective shield of flame.
“Nice trick.” The young street punk smirked, “but mine’s better.” Her eyes flashed as an enormous striped tabby appeared behind her, growling protectively.
“Some sort of summoning?” Cinder muttered to herself, as she studied the malignant swirling residue.
“Not bad, for a mage.” The voice dripped with disdain and a thick Spanish accent.
Cinder whirled, her power flaring around her in a protective shield of flame.
“Nice trick.” The young street punk smirked, “but mine’s better.” Her eyes flashed as an enormous striped tabby appeared behind her, growling protectively.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Amazing Race: Now with Fishies
I didn't get to watch this Sunday, because I was over at my Uncle's playing Killer Bunnies where, in the highlight of the evening, I convinced a total stranger to unleash a black hole and wipe out every bunny on the board.
I didn't win the game, but is that really the point?
So I finally watched it last night, and what an exciting installment! I've now added white water rafting in Chile on my "Things to Do" list. What a gorgeous country.
So, Charla and Mirna continue in their insanity, including kidnapping some poor guy who was on his way to work, and basically held him hostage for the rest of the game. I HATE how Charla(?) talks to foreigners by affecting some horrible, unplacable accent. If they end up in Scandanavia, do you think she'll talk like the Swedish chef from the muppets?
Ve need directions, Bork! Bork!
Hopefully they won't last that long.
We also learned that apparently, many people are freaked out by flounder. I remember seeing them while snorkeling in Spain, and I thought they were cute. But then again, I have a stuffed rat named Skippy on my desk, that I also think is cute.
This is not the common office consensus. He tends to hunker down behind my far side calendar to preserve his self esteem, but I digress.
The other excitement came from the Beauty Queens, who skipped a clue, got lost, and went straight to the rafts. I thought they would be given a 30 minute wait penalty, but Phil made them go all the way back and find the missed clue.
Unfortunately, everyone else was so lost that they got the clue and made it back before anyone else found the pit stop.
What did you guys think? Are you sad that KY is gone? Did you notice David's creepy, yet brilliant smile when Mary said "If I fall out of the raft I could die!!" Given how she abuses the poor man, it's hard to blame him.
I didn't win the game, but is that really the point?
So I finally watched it last night, and what an exciting installment! I've now added white water rafting in Chile on my "Things to Do" list. What a gorgeous country.
So, Charla and Mirna continue in their insanity, including kidnapping some poor guy who was on his way to work, and basically held him hostage for the rest of the game. I HATE how Charla(?) talks to foreigners by affecting some horrible, unplacable accent. If they end up in Scandanavia, do you think she'll talk like the Swedish chef from the muppets?
Ve need directions, Bork! Bork!
Hopefully they won't last that long.
We also learned that apparently, many people are freaked out by flounder. I remember seeing them while snorkeling in Spain, and I thought they were cute. But then again, I have a stuffed rat named Skippy on my desk, that I also think is cute.
This is not the common office consensus. He tends to hunker down behind my far side calendar to preserve his self esteem, but I digress.
The other excitement came from the Beauty Queens, who skipped a clue, got lost, and went straight to the rafts. I thought they would be given a 30 minute wait penalty, but Phil made them go all the way back and find the missed clue.
Unfortunately, everyone else was so lost that they got the clue and made it back before anyone else found the pit stop.
What did you guys think? Are you sad that KY is gone? Did you notice David's creepy, yet brilliant smile when Mary said "If I fall out of the raft I could die!!" Given how she abuses the poor man, it's hard to blame him.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Drabble: Just add water
Cinder gingerly picked her way down the damp alley as she tried to investigate without actually touching anything. Once she reached the edge of the blood spatter, she stopped, concentrated, and accessed her astral vision. Her eyes clouded over as the essence of the spirit world opened them to the magic planes. Cinder gasped as a wave of terror rolled over her. Blood peeled from the ground and walls to circle her, gibbering madly as it pressed closer, drawn to her lifeforce. Cinder focused her mind, holding the blood at bay as she looked past the psychic scarring for clues.
Hey the alley's damp and it's in Seattle. So as far as I'm concerned, the water has already been added.
Hey the alley's damp and it's in Seattle. So as far as I'm concerned, the water has already been added.
Ninja Dates
Ask a ninja explains the ninja dating mythos. You know, this explains a lot about my social life.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
24-Interrogation
I know some of us were disappointed in last week's episode, mainly because it was really boring. So, since we've hit the boring middle parts, here's a clip of Jack doing what he does best.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Drabble: Clowns
Clowns? Clowns?! Great. Clowns and Cyber-punk, heck it practically writes itself!
“Right,” Brunhilda lifted the crime scene tape, “I want you to go in, do your magical oogedy-boogedy stuff, and tell me what you learn.”
Cinder glanced down the grim alley and sighed, “Doesn’t Lone Star employ forensic mages for this?”
“I don’t trust those jerks. They act nice but then they place time-release invisibility hexes on your dress uniform.”
Cinder repressed a smirk, “Fine, but I’m still charging my full rate.”
Brunhilda engulfed her in an excited hug, “Thank you! And I’ll interrogate those locals about suspicious activity in the area.”
Cinder glanced at the group, “Those are mimes Hildy.”
“Right,” Brunhilda lifted the crime scene tape, “I want you to go in, do your magical oogedy-boogedy stuff, and tell me what you learn.”
Cinder glanced down the grim alley and sighed, “Doesn’t Lone Star employ forensic mages for this?”
“I don’t trust those jerks. They act nice but then they place time-release invisibility hexes on your dress uniform.”
Cinder repressed a smirk, “Fine, but I’m still charging my full rate.”
Brunhilda engulfed her in an excited hug, “Thank you! And I’ll interrogate those locals about suspicious activity in the area.”
Cinder glanced at the group, “Those are mimes Hildy.”
Heroes: Spoilers
The Origin of MEG:
So we learned that although MEG started as an evil "company" goon, fatherhood has made him noble, likable even. All this time he's been protecting Claire from his creepy boss, Mr. Evil Executive (MEE) and Hiro's Dad (Sulu), who's also apparently, Evil.
This show has some serious Daddy issues.
Most of the ep was the rather tense standoff with the MEG family, Mushroom Cloud Ted, and Boring Psychic Guy, who would announce everything he was picking up from Claire's mind. Dude, where's the discretion?
I have to admit, that I have this urge to wander around and whisper in shocked tones, "Peter can do what I can do."
Invisible Crazy Man was MEG's first partner, until MEG shot him. I'm wondering how he managed to survive two shots and a long drop, but I think that littel detail will end up in the Heroes plot hole of doom.
Like where's the Wireless girl?
And how did MEG know that The Haitian had actually spoken to Claire?
And why doesn't everyone on the block now have radiation poisening? Except of course, Crispy Critter Claire?
And how do you spell poisoning anyway?
Plot Hole of Doom.
The Haitian has been playing mute for 14 years. That's dedication. Apparently, TH has been working an alternate agenda, but it's not for MEE. Linderman perhaps?
Speaking of Linderman, according to the previews we finally get to see him next week. From the two second shot of the back of his head, I think he looks like the architect from the Matrix movies.
Sighting of the Mysterious Symbol of Strange Mystery: 1- The Haitian's necklace.
So we learned that although MEG started as an evil "company" goon, fatherhood has made him noble, likable even. All this time he's been protecting Claire from his creepy boss, Mr. Evil Executive (MEE) and Hiro's Dad (Sulu), who's also apparently, Evil.
This show has some serious Daddy issues.
Most of the ep was the rather tense standoff with the MEG family, Mushroom Cloud Ted, and Boring Psychic Guy, who would announce everything he was picking up from Claire's mind. Dude, where's the discretion?
I have to admit, that I have this urge to wander around and whisper in shocked tones, "Peter can do what I can do."
Invisible Crazy Man was MEG's first partner, until MEG shot him. I'm wondering how he managed to survive two shots and a long drop, but I think that littel detail will end up in the Heroes plot hole of doom.
Like where's the Wireless girl?
And how did MEG know that The Haitian had actually spoken to Claire?
And why doesn't everyone on the block now have radiation poisening? Except of course, Crispy Critter Claire?
And how do you spell poisoning anyway?
Plot Hole of Doom.
The Haitian has been playing mute for 14 years. That's dedication. Apparently, TH has been working an alternate agenda, but it's not for MEE. Linderman perhaps?
Speaking of Linderman, according to the previews we finally get to see him next week. From the two second shot of the back of his head, I think he looks like the architect from the Matrix movies.
Sighting of the Mysterious Symbol of Strange Mystery: 1- The Haitian's necklace.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday Night TV
The Oscars:
The sound effect orchestra was wicked awesome.
You'd think after four hours, I'd have more to say.
But I don't.
The Amazing Race:
The old guys got eliminated, which is good, because I think one of them would have died if they stayed on much longer.
The lady with the little person (Charla Schmirna?) had a full on attack of crazy, throwing her worldly possessions at some poor, befuddled cab driver.
Kentucky still haven't learned that alliances don't work, although I was pleasently surprised when Mary came up with a clever strategy for solving the boardroom puzzle. Of course, she pretty much blew it by announcing her answer in a loud, clear voice to the security guard.
She definitely needs some lessons in sneaky.
This episode was pretty good, with lots of jockeying for first as planes were delayed, the racers faced difficult puzzles and tasks, failed their clue reading comprehension, got lost, stuck, nearly run over and threw hissy fits.
The previews for next week promise much more drama and fun, as Danielle has a nervous breakdown over fish.
The sound effect orchestra was wicked awesome.
You'd think after four hours, I'd have more to say.
But I don't.
The Amazing Race:
The old guys got eliminated, which is good, because I think one of them would have died if they stayed on much longer.
The lady with the little person (Charla Schmirna?) had a full on attack of crazy, throwing her worldly possessions at some poor, befuddled cab driver.
Kentucky still haven't learned that alliances don't work, although I was pleasently surprised when Mary came up with a clever strategy for solving the boardroom puzzle. Of course, she pretty much blew it by announcing her answer in a loud, clear voice to the security guard.
She definitely needs some lessons in sneaky.
This episode was pretty good, with lots of jockeying for first as planes were delayed, the racers faced difficult puzzles and tasks, failed their clue reading comprehension, got lost, stuck, nearly run over and threw hissy fits.
The previews for next week promise much more drama and fun, as Danielle has a nervous breakdown over fish.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Drabble: It's a long way down
Parts I & II:
Part I:
“A disturbed killer lurking in dark shadows” Son-ja mused, “Have you contacted Raven?”
“Every time I call, her servants answer and laugh until I hang up.” Grunt’s fingers tightened, wringing a protesting squeal from the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, at 13,000 feet, resplendent in black and gold, Raven jumped from the plane and began her aerial maneuvers. She flipped and came face to face with the inscrutable Mr. Johnson, who was lounging in mid-air.
“You!” Raven spluttered angrily, as she hung immobile “Let me go!”
He shrugged and Raven found herself falling once again, minus the comforting weight of her parachute.
And since I didn't want to leave you hanging, Part II:
“Just kidding!” Raven screamed as she plummeted. She came to a sudden jerking halt, upside down and glaring at Mr. Johnson, with his bland brown hair, brown eyes and incredible aura of power.
“I have a job for you.” He smiled, laughing at her thoughts.
“I’m retired” she drawled.
He ignored her. “Keep Officer Avantegarde alive while she hunts the Kiss Killer. It should be vastly entertaining.”
“That little twit! Why I would,”
“Rather fall to your death?” he interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
“Hate to see anything too fatal happen to an old comrade” Raven finished smoothly.
Part I:
“A disturbed killer lurking in dark shadows” Son-ja mused, “Have you contacted Raven?”
“Every time I call, her servants answer and laugh until I hang up.” Grunt’s fingers tightened, wringing a protesting squeal from the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, at 13,000 feet, resplendent in black and gold, Raven jumped from the plane and began her aerial maneuvers. She flipped and came face to face with the inscrutable Mr. Johnson, who was lounging in mid-air.
“You!” Raven spluttered angrily, as she hung immobile “Let me go!”
He shrugged and Raven found herself falling once again, minus the comforting weight of her parachute.
And since I didn't want to leave you hanging, Part II:
“Just kidding!” Raven screamed as she plummeted. She came to a sudden jerking halt, upside down and glaring at Mr. Johnson, with his bland brown hair, brown eyes and incredible aura of power.
“I have a job for you.” He smiled, laughing at her thoughts.
“I’m retired” she drawled.
He ignored her. “Keep Officer Avantegarde alive while she hunts the Kiss Killer. It should be vastly entertaining.”
“That little twit! Why I would,”
“Rather fall to your death?” he interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
“Hate to see anything too fatal happen to an old comrade” Raven finished smoothly.
Friday Fun: Star Wars!
I really do love Lego figures. They're so adorable. I have a set of Batman figures on my fridge, with Robin currently sporting Joker's hair. I love Legos.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Drabble: Forget something?
I'm only posting two in one day because I got so very far behind. What can I say? These are difficult to write without the source material. However, thanks to a successful ninja mission the story can continue and I'll stop getting emails asking about it. Yeah for everyone!!
“It’s Hildy.” Grunt sighed, “She’s determined to be the lead on a case.”
“Lone Star has allowed this?” Son-ja asked.
“Her Daddy’s a suit.” Grunt grimaced “She’s taken the Kiss Killer case.”
“You think she’s in danger?”
“I think Seattle’s in danger.”
“Grunt,” Son-ja said patiently, “True, Brunhilda is young and inexperienced, but this may help her realize her full potential. Fledglings must be given the chance to fly.”
“Huh,” the orc grunted, “Have you forgotten the last time she tried to fly?”
Son-ja cringed, “Oh yes. That was messy.”
“Good thing it was only a two story roof.”
“It’s Hildy.” Grunt sighed, “She’s determined to be the lead on a case.”
“Lone Star has allowed this?” Son-ja asked.
“Her Daddy’s a suit.” Grunt grimaced “She’s taken the Kiss Killer case.”
“You think she’s in danger?”
“I think Seattle’s in danger.”
“Grunt,” Son-ja said patiently, “True, Brunhilda is young and inexperienced, but this may help her realize her full potential. Fledglings must be given the chance to fly.”
“Huh,” the orc grunted, “Have you forgotten the last time she tried to fly?”
Son-ja cringed, “Oh yes. That was messy.”
“Good thing it was only a two story roof.”
Drabble: Hitchhiker
The lonely slap of sandals against pavement echoed across the deserted street as Son-ja jogged her fifth mile in the early morning gloom. Behind her, a car eased out of a side street and rolled gently towards the samurai dwarf. Without breaking stride, Son-ja opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
“Hello, friend Grunt. You need assistance?” Son-ja greeted the driver as she folded herself into a lotus position.
Behind the wheel, a massive green orc in a three piece suit grinned, showing his many teeth.
“I’d ask how you knew, but you won’t tell me,” he smiled.
“Hello, friend Grunt. You need assistance?” Son-ja greeted the driver as she folded herself into a lotus position.
Behind the wheel, a massive green orc in a three piece suit grinned, showing his many teeth.
“I’d ask how you knew, but you won’t tell me,” he smiled.
American Idol: Snooze Fest
Thank heavens for DVR. This was a pretty low start for the top 12 guys. Where on earth did the get their song list? And that background animation screen! I haven't seen those kinds of backgrounds since my last school picture of mandatory humilation.
So let's see, I can't remember their names, but here's my sum up.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Hey! Beat Box Guy can sing!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ha ha! Teletubby slam!!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Hmmm, the guy that went last was all right.
There you go. My indepth analysis of AI. Tonight we'll see if the girls fair any better.
So let's see, I can't remember their names, but here's my sum up.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Hey! Beat Box Guy can sing!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ha ha! Teletubby slam!!
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Hmmm, the guy that went last was all right.
There you go. My indepth analysis of AI. Tonight we'll see if the girls fair any better.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
The Bells!
It's 1:15, and the church next door is going absolutely bonkers with the bells. Anyone know why this might be?
They were playing a medley of hymns during the lunch hour (they have player bells) but now they're just banging away, old cathedral style.
They were playing a medley of hymns during the lunch hour (they have player bells) but now they're just banging away, old cathedral style.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Amazing Race- All Stars!
Yeah! Everyone clap for the return of the Amazing Race in its umpteenth season. Where everyone should really know by now that you never pick the task that has you searching for something tiny, especially when the other task comes with helpful cowboys to make things easy.
Hmm, right now there are too many people involved for me to go through this bit by bit, so let me sum up:
Phil had a really ugly shirt on at the beginning of the show, but thankfully changed into something less painful after the race got started.
Speaking of painful, watching frat boy run with his pierced nipples was definitely an overshare. Fortunately, I have access to ninja mind bleaching techniques and am saved from traumatic mental scarring.
I pity the rest of you though.
I was kind of hoping the two bald guys would go home. I mean, the one looks like he's about to keel over at any moment and the race Just Started. Not only did he lose the footrace, but he injured himself getting out of a cab. Dude.
If you know you're about to compete in a rigourous physical competition on national tv you might want to invest in a little physical training. That's all I'm saying.
Fortunately for them, some guy/girl team got really, really lost. Even more lost than the people who went through the south entrance of the park, meandered around, and still managed to come out ahead of Kentucky.
If I was an Ecuadoran taxi driver, I'd be really irate at all these Americans yelling "Rapido!" at me. One female taxi driver looked like she was about to turn around and start smacking people, except for the camera there in the front seat. You could tell she was thinking about it though.
Rob and Amber started strong, and apparently are "Really Mean" according to BSA. This is important stuff to know since when Rob actually did something nice (he held up the airport shuttle waiting for the Miami guys) he loudly told everyone that he wanted it "noted."
I honestly expected a stronger showing from the Beauty Queens. I guess in a race full of tough competitors, they won't be able to sail through so effortlessly this time.
Good.
What about you guys? Did you watch it? Do you already have a favorite? Or are you waiting for some more teams to go?
Hmm, right now there are too many people involved for me to go through this bit by bit, so let me sum up:
Phil had a really ugly shirt on at the beginning of the show, but thankfully changed into something less painful after the race got started.
Speaking of painful, watching frat boy run with his pierced nipples was definitely an overshare. Fortunately, I have access to ninja mind bleaching techniques and am saved from traumatic mental scarring.
I pity the rest of you though.
I was kind of hoping the two bald guys would go home. I mean, the one looks like he's about to keel over at any moment and the race Just Started. Not only did he lose the footrace, but he injured himself getting out of a cab. Dude.
If you know you're about to compete in a rigourous physical competition on national tv you might want to invest in a little physical training. That's all I'm saying.
Fortunately for them, some guy/girl team got really, really lost. Even more lost than the people who went through the south entrance of the park, meandered around, and still managed to come out ahead of Kentucky.
If I was an Ecuadoran taxi driver, I'd be really irate at all these Americans yelling "Rapido!" at me. One female taxi driver looked like she was about to turn around and start smacking people, except for the camera there in the front seat. You could tell she was thinking about it though.
Rob and Amber started strong, and apparently are "Really Mean" according to BSA. This is important stuff to know since when Rob actually did something nice (he held up the airport shuttle waiting for the Miami guys) he loudly told everyone that he wanted it "noted."
I honestly expected a stronger showing from the Beauty Queens. I guess in a race full of tough competitors, they won't be able to sail through so effortlessly this time.
Good.
What about you guys? Did you watch it? Do you already have a favorite? Or are you waiting for some more teams to go?
Madness!!
Terrifying but true, the Starbucks near my office was closed this morning! This can only mean one of two things:
1. The end of the world is nigh, or
2. I will be making my own hot chocolate this morning.
Madness I say!! Utter Madness!
1. The end of the world is nigh, or
2. I will be making my own hot chocolate this morning.
Madness I say!! Utter Madness!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Weekend Movie
I know I missed posting something fun on Friday, so here to make up, a short film on the joys of having a ninja for a roommate.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Story: Part the 20th
In which we finally continue, there is a surplus of adverbs, and BSA has a dance number.
Actually, it's been a little while so let's do a quick recap. Our four superheros were fighting the evil punk forces of Dr. Nose when they were suddenly sucked through a portal and found themselves in a strange new world. After narrowly avoiding a copyright infringement lawsuit, they defeated a faun in a game of boggle, thereby winning directions to "The Croquet Players" who might have some idea of how to get them home. So they are currently on their way to find these Players.
When we left, I asked you to pick the random encouter our heros were sure to have on their way to the Enchanted Forest.
Since I only got three votes, one each for A (Peanut Gallery), B (Hippies), C (Yama-Uba, the Mtn. Crone), I rolled a dice to see what our next adventure would be. . . and the dice roll is 5! So Yama-Uba the mountain crone.
Fresh from their triumph over the boggle faun, our four heroines continued on their way to the Menacing and Enchanted Forest. (MAEF) The mighty Amazon warrior Wonder Woman (WW) led the way, striding gallantly in her patriotic leathers. Her short blonde curls glinted in the sunlight as they picked their way below the snowline. Behind her was the fastidious Blood Sucking Accountant (BSA) still in Armani, still fond of puppies and hugs. The small, blonde BSA easily kept up with the much taller Amazon, singing a jaunty tune (Fergilicious) as she hiked. Much farther behind was the also-blonde Dictator For Life (DFL), who had changed from her toga to an outfit more suitable for the rough climate. Refusing to change out of her Sartore boots, (painful blisters) DFL lagged behind, muttering unpleasant things about mud, trails, and nature in general (“camping sucks.”) Bringing up the rear guard was The Author (TA) keeping to the shadows and spying for trouble, her ninja cowl made it impossible to determine her hair color(brownish-reddish-darkish.)
WW wormed her way through a tricky set of boulders and decided that this particular patch of mud would make for a good rest stop.
“Why are we stopping?” BSA asked brightly.
“Let’s wait for DFL and TA to catch up. I don’t like being so spread out on this mountain. It seems to have. . . intentions.” She scanned the horizon suspiciously.
“Okay. Want to see my new dance? I call it, ‘Hip Hop on a mountain.'”
So BSA danced while WW tried to think of a polite way to say, “No,” or “Please stop,” or “If I have to hear that song one more time I’m going to start drop kicking badgers.” Fortunately for the badgers, DFL finally made it round the boulders.
“This sucks! I am covered in mud!” DFL pointed dramatically at her boots and jeans.
TA appeared on top of a boulder, “Is it time for lunch? I’m starving.”
“Meatloaf time!” crowed WW.
“Yeah, let’s eat!” chimed in BSA, “let’s see how the Bag O’ Stuff (BOS) does duck a l’orange.”
“I vote for Cajun Grilled Shrimp (CGS).” DFL replied.
“What’s wrong with meatloaf?” an ignored WW wondered.
“I think the BOS is tired, guys. All I’m getting is ham and cheese.” TA distributed sandwiches.
As our heroes courageously ate their lunch, they were interrupted by a thin, quivery voice calling for help.
“Help!” the thin, quivery said. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself)
Everyone stopped mid-bite except WW. “To the rescue!” she yelled as she threw down her sandwich and raced towards the voice.
“Hey!” yelled TA, “The BOS worked hard on that!”
WW ploughed through the scrub, following the calls of distress. Behind her, she could sense her compatriots following, and in one case, cursing (guess who?) She burst into a small clearing, where a pile of dirty rags holding a knobby walking stick sat mewling on the rotted remains of a half-buried log. As the rags shifted WW could see that it was actually an old and extremely dirty woman. Her face was like an overripe apple, withered and brown as greasy wisps of grey hair crept from a tattered hood.
“Oh! Oh! Oh I’ve lost my house!” the old woman cried as she rocked back and forth on the log, her hands constantly twisting on the walking stick.
“It’s all right ma’am, I’m here to help.” WW approached her cautiously as her teammates arrived on the scene. “It’s all right guys” WW waved them back, “She’s just lost.”
“Oh what will I do?! I’ve lost my house and it’s getting dark!” The old woman looked plaintively up at WW.
"Dark?" muttered TA, "it's full noon."
DFL Looked at her and rolled her eyes as she made the universal "Crazy Cat Lady" sign.
“We’ll help you find your house. I promise.” WW said as she gently placed a hand in the general vicinity of where an arm might logically be.
“You will?” she snuffled pathetically.
“You have my super hero word of honor ma’am.” WW replied solemnly, her face somber despite the miasma of pungent odors swirling about her.
“Good!” the OW crowed, her voice suddenly strong. In an eye blink she grabbed WW’s shoulder, swinging up from the log and onto WW’s back. Two shuriken flew towards the OW’s head only to thunk solidly into her staff. BSA tossed a ten-key paper grenade but it exploded uselessly around the pair.
“She has a shield!” called BSA.
“That’s totally cheating!” DFL complained as the rocks she summoned hung uselessly in the air.
“Get off of me you crazy old bat!” WW yelled as she tried to grab the woman behind her, but every time she came close the OW whapped her head with the stick.
“Now, now, you gave Yama-Uba (YU) your word, and until you fulfill it you are my slave.” She cackled evilly. “Now, let’s go get that house.” Yama-Uba grabbed two fistfuls of WW’s hair, clucked her tongue and kicked her heels into WW’s ribs.
“I Am Not A Horse!!” WW yelled defiantly but, to her horror, her legs began to move under YU’s commands.
“Faster! Faster!” screeched YU and WW sprinted off into the brush.
“Well, crap.” Sighed DFL.
Our heros must save WW! Do they:
A: Track them down
B: Set an elaborate trap
C: Have milk and cookies
D: Cut their losses
Only you can decide! Tune in next time for: The Hunt for Wonder Woman!
Actually, it's been a little while so let's do a quick recap. Our four superheros were fighting the evil punk forces of Dr. Nose when they were suddenly sucked through a portal and found themselves in a strange new world. After narrowly avoiding a copyright infringement lawsuit, they defeated a faun in a game of boggle, thereby winning directions to "The Croquet Players" who might have some idea of how to get them home. So they are currently on their way to find these Players.
When we left, I asked you to pick the random encouter our heros were sure to have on their way to the Enchanted Forest.
Since I only got three votes, one each for A (Peanut Gallery), B (Hippies), C (Yama-Uba, the Mtn. Crone), I rolled a dice to see what our next adventure would be. . . and the dice roll is 5! So Yama-Uba the mountain crone.
Fresh from their triumph over the boggle faun, our four heroines continued on their way to the Menacing and Enchanted Forest. (MAEF) The mighty Amazon warrior Wonder Woman (WW) led the way, striding gallantly in her patriotic leathers. Her short blonde curls glinted in the sunlight as they picked their way below the snowline. Behind her was the fastidious Blood Sucking Accountant (BSA) still in Armani, still fond of puppies and hugs. The small, blonde BSA easily kept up with the much taller Amazon, singing a jaunty tune (Fergilicious) as she hiked. Much farther behind was the also-blonde Dictator For Life (DFL), who had changed from her toga to an outfit more suitable for the rough climate. Refusing to change out of her Sartore boots, (painful blisters) DFL lagged behind, muttering unpleasant things about mud, trails, and nature in general (“camping sucks.”) Bringing up the rear guard was The Author (TA) keeping to the shadows and spying for trouble, her ninja cowl made it impossible to determine her hair color(brownish-reddish-darkish.)
WW wormed her way through a tricky set of boulders and decided that this particular patch of mud would make for a good rest stop.
“Why are we stopping?” BSA asked brightly.
“Let’s wait for DFL and TA to catch up. I don’t like being so spread out on this mountain. It seems to have. . . intentions.” She scanned the horizon suspiciously.
“Okay. Want to see my new dance? I call it, ‘Hip Hop on a mountain.'”
So BSA danced while WW tried to think of a polite way to say, “No,” or “Please stop,” or “If I have to hear that song one more time I’m going to start drop kicking badgers.” Fortunately for the badgers, DFL finally made it round the boulders.
“This sucks! I am covered in mud!” DFL pointed dramatically at her boots and jeans.
TA appeared on top of a boulder, “Is it time for lunch? I’m starving.”
“Meatloaf time!” crowed WW.
“Yeah, let’s eat!” chimed in BSA, “let’s see how the Bag O’ Stuff (BOS) does duck a l’orange.”
“I vote for Cajun Grilled Shrimp (CGS).” DFL replied.
“What’s wrong with meatloaf?” an ignored WW wondered.
“I think the BOS is tired, guys. All I’m getting is ham and cheese.” TA distributed sandwiches.
As our heroes courageously ate their lunch, they were interrupted by a thin, quivery voice calling for help.
“Help!” the thin, quivery said. (Sorry, couldn’t help myself)
Everyone stopped mid-bite except WW. “To the rescue!” she yelled as she threw down her sandwich and raced towards the voice.
“Hey!” yelled TA, “The BOS worked hard on that!”
WW ploughed through the scrub, following the calls of distress. Behind her, she could sense her compatriots following, and in one case, cursing (guess who?) She burst into a small clearing, where a pile of dirty rags holding a knobby walking stick sat mewling on the rotted remains of a half-buried log. As the rags shifted WW could see that it was actually an old and extremely dirty woman. Her face was like an overripe apple, withered and brown as greasy wisps of grey hair crept from a tattered hood.
“Oh! Oh! Oh I’ve lost my house!” the old woman cried as she rocked back and forth on the log, her hands constantly twisting on the walking stick.
“It’s all right ma’am, I’m here to help.” WW approached her cautiously as her teammates arrived on the scene. “It’s all right guys” WW waved them back, “She’s just lost.”
“Oh what will I do?! I’ve lost my house and it’s getting dark!” The old woman looked plaintively up at WW.
"Dark?" muttered TA, "it's full noon."
DFL Looked at her and rolled her eyes as she made the universal "Crazy Cat Lady" sign.
“We’ll help you find your house. I promise.” WW said as she gently placed a hand in the general vicinity of where an arm might logically be.
“You will?” she snuffled pathetically.
“You have my super hero word of honor ma’am.” WW replied solemnly, her face somber despite the miasma of pungent odors swirling about her.
“Good!” the OW crowed, her voice suddenly strong. In an eye blink she grabbed WW’s shoulder, swinging up from the log and onto WW’s back. Two shuriken flew towards the OW’s head only to thunk solidly into her staff. BSA tossed a ten-key paper grenade but it exploded uselessly around the pair.
“She has a shield!” called BSA.
“That’s totally cheating!” DFL complained as the rocks she summoned hung uselessly in the air.
“Get off of me you crazy old bat!” WW yelled as she tried to grab the woman behind her, but every time she came close the OW whapped her head with the stick.
“Now, now, you gave Yama-Uba (YU) your word, and until you fulfill it you are my slave.” She cackled evilly. “Now, let’s go get that house.” Yama-Uba grabbed two fistfuls of WW’s hair, clucked her tongue and kicked her heels into WW’s ribs.
“I Am Not A Horse!!” WW yelled defiantly but, to her horror, her legs began to move under YU’s commands.
“Faster! Faster!” screeched YU and WW sprinted off into the brush.
“Well, crap.” Sighed DFL.
Our heros must save WW! Do they:
A: Track them down
B: Set an elaborate trap
C: Have milk and cookies
D: Cut their losses
Only you can decide! Tune in next time for: The Hunt for Wonder Woman!
Friend or Foe?
Since we actually hit 40 degrees today I decided to walk to Borders during lunch, which has already launched its Harry Potter promotion in the form of giant posters that say, "Severus Snape, Friend or Foe?"
The poster is split in half, with each side featuring a picture of Severus, wearing his most angry face and blasting away with his wand. I assume that on the Foe side he is smiting hapless Potion students and on the Friend side he is, oh I don't know, clearing out Hogwarts' infamous rat population or something.
Inside you can get these handly little papers which detail the arguments for Friend or Foe depending on which side you happen to belooking at.(Hint: Purple is Friend, the Barney influence?) This is a great resource if you need a quick review on Harry and Snape's shenanigans without re-reading the series.
The poster is split in half, with each side featuring a picture of Severus, wearing his most angry face and blasting away with his wand. I assume that on the Foe side he is smiting hapless Potion students and on the Friend side he is, oh I don't know, clearing out Hogwarts' infamous rat population or something.
Inside you can get these handly little papers which detail the arguments for Friend or Foe depending on which side you happen to belooking at.(Hint: Purple is Friend, the Barney influence?) This is a great resource if you need a quick review on Harry and Snape's shenanigans without re-reading the series.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Ninja Report
BSA's laptop has displayed all the longevity of a lemming as various internal bit and pieces commit electronic seppuku. However, every trip to tech support has only led to more problems. Since she bought it, the laptop has spent more time at the tech service than at home.
Today, using my ninja skills, I discovered why this poor little laptop has such problems.
Today, using my ninja skills, I discovered why this poor little laptop has such problems.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Bad writing
I was just perusing the 2006 awards for the Bulwar-Lytton contest.
The contest is to write the worst possible opening sentence for a novel.
This dishonorable mention from Detective Fiction is my favorite so far:
"Christmas Eve fell upon the piazza, and the pealing, the tintinnabulous pealing, (perhaps not a pealing but an incessant tinkling, albeit an appealing incessant tinkling) of the street performers reached my ears, masking the shot, which would have rung out had not the tintinnabulations raised such an incessant tinkling that the sound died as dead as the musician who fell like Christmas Eve at my feet - his bell having been rung."
Ben Ross
Lexington, NC
This Runner Up for Historical Fiction is sad but true.
The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up.
Carmen Fought
Diamond Bar, CA
Winner: Purple Prose
A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities.
Bill Mac Iver
Berkeley, CA
For Valentines:
Winner: Romance
Despite the vast differences it their ages, ethnicity, and religious upbringing, the sexual chemistry between Roberto and Heather was the most amazing he had ever experienced; and for the entirety of the Labor Day weekend they had sex like monkeys on espresso, not those monkeys in the zoo that fling their feces at you, but more like the monkeys in the wild that have those giant red butts, and access to an espresso machine.
Dennis Barry
Dothan, AL
The contest is to write the worst possible opening sentence for a novel.
This dishonorable mention from Detective Fiction is my favorite so far:
"Christmas Eve fell upon the piazza, and the pealing, the tintinnabulous pealing, (perhaps not a pealing but an incessant tinkling, albeit an appealing incessant tinkling) of the street performers reached my ears, masking the shot, which would have rung out had not the tintinnabulations raised such an incessant tinkling that the sound died as dead as the musician who fell like Christmas Eve at my feet - his bell having been rung."
Ben Ross
Lexington, NC
This Runner Up for Historical Fiction is sad but true.
The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up.
Carmen Fought
Diamond Bar, CA
Winner: Purple Prose
A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities.
Bill Mac Iver
Berkeley, CA
For Valentines:
Winner: Romance
Despite the vast differences it their ages, ethnicity, and religious upbringing, the sexual chemistry between Roberto and Heather was the most amazing he had ever experienced; and for the entirety of the Labor Day weekend they had sex like monkeys on espresso, not those monkeys in the zoo that fling their feces at you, but more like the monkeys in the wild that have those giant red butts, and access to an espresso machine.
Dennis Barry
Dothan, AL
Heroes
****SPOILERS*********
This week's episode was all about family drama:
Jessinicki had a cool metronome mirror thing, which called up Jessica, who then tasered the tar out of her poor therapist. Ouch. Linderman gets them released, and then Nicki has an adventure in the looking glass.
Wouldn't it be cool if she got stuck in one of those glassey high rises? And she could run through all the offices and make people think it was haunted? That's what I would do. I'd steal all their staples, and switch the coffee randomly between caff and decaff.
Cause I'm evil like that.
Peter had one of those falling dreams, except that he wasn't asleep and didn't wake up in time.
I'm pretty sure that last sentence makes total sense in context.
I love Peter's teacher, who proves that someone beside Hiro can have good lines. His justification for pitching Peter off a roof (Fly Peteh!! FLY!!) was awesome.
Sulu is not the world's greatest dad. I liked Hiro's sister though. Together they make him see the light, and everyone is happy.
There was a romantic subplot or something going on there between the artist and the Love Interest girl.
Ms. Torch seems lovely, and the revelation about Claire's Dad reduced all conversation in my house to "NO WAY!!"
Claire will be ready to join the CIA by the time she graduates high school. She's gotten so sneaky and clever.
The whole Sylar thing with MEG and Mrs. MEG was intense. Wow. That's pretty much all I have to say about that.
I feel bad for Mrs. MEG though, and her poor much abused brain.
Apparently, the roof with the pigeons is very important and symbolic, even though it does not resemble the letter A. (Sorry, channeling my honors english teacher there)
Boring cop did not make an appearence this episode, but the previews for next week show him duking it out with Jessinicki, and getting his trash kicked. This made me cheer, and BSA told me I was evil.
Sightings of the mysterious symbol of strange mystery: 1
Yeah!! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!
What do you guys think? What's up with the pigeon roof? Will Jessinicki kill boring cop guy? Will we finally see Linderman? And what about tick tock ticking Sylar??
This week's episode was all about family drama:
Jessinicki had a cool metronome mirror thing, which called up Jessica, who then tasered the tar out of her poor therapist. Ouch. Linderman gets them released, and then Nicki has an adventure in the looking glass.
Wouldn't it be cool if she got stuck in one of those glassey high rises? And she could run through all the offices and make people think it was haunted? That's what I would do. I'd steal all their staples, and switch the coffee randomly between caff and decaff.
Cause I'm evil like that.
Peter had one of those falling dreams, except that he wasn't asleep and didn't wake up in time.
I'm pretty sure that last sentence makes total sense in context.
I love Peter's teacher, who proves that someone beside Hiro can have good lines. His justification for pitching Peter off a roof (Fly Peteh!! FLY!!) was awesome.
Sulu is not the world's greatest dad. I liked Hiro's sister though. Together they make him see the light, and everyone is happy.
There was a romantic subplot or something going on there between the artist and the Love Interest girl.
Ms. Torch seems lovely, and the revelation about Claire's Dad reduced all conversation in my house to "NO WAY!!"
Claire will be ready to join the CIA by the time she graduates high school. She's gotten so sneaky and clever.
The whole Sylar thing with MEG and Mrs. MEG was intense. Wow. That's pretty much all I have to say about that.
I feel bad for Mrs. MEG though, and her poor much abused brain.
Apparently, the roof with the pigeons is very important and symbolic, even though it does not resemble the letter A. (Sorry, channeling my honors english teacher there)
Boring cop did not make an appearence this episode, but the previews for next week show him duking it out with Jessinicki, and getting his trash kicked. This made me cheer, and BSA told me I was evil.
Sightings of the mysterious symbol of strange mystery: 1
Yeah!! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!
What do you guys think? What's up with the pigeon roof? Will Jessinicki kill boring cop guy? Will we finally see Linderman? And what about tick tock ticking Sylar??
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
The Rage
Ever get the small pit of anger that's burning deep, deep inside your center?
Must be time for Vampires.
And of course, Evangelion.
One more:
Kay... I feel better.
Must be time for Vampires.
And of course, Evangelion.
One more:
Kay... I feel better.
The Wasteland, by T.S. Eliot
Speaks to me.
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
The Legend of Hot Dog Guy
* Not the actual hot dog guy
A little background for this story. It happened when I was just a young ninja, working in a convienance store during summer break from Ninja State University. As part of my initiation into the ranks of the employed, I had to clean..wait for it... the Hot Dog Machine. DUM Dum DUMMMM.
It was nasty. I'm talking Creature of the Black Lagoon nasty with the cloying grease, the thick hot dog rich odors, the mystery substance on the rollers that Would Not Come Off, and in the trap, the horrible sludge of hot dog water.
I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Anyway, the next day I went on my blind date with HDG. I had just gotten off and I was starving. He asked "So, what would you like to do?"
This really should've been my first hint that all was not well. Honestly, you should probably have some sort of clue before the girl gets in the car.
I replied, "I don't care as long as we eat. I'm starving."
He said Okay, and that we would meet up with some other couples to go out to eat, and did I have any preferences.
I told him "Anything but hot dogs" and preceded to tell him about my dreadful battle with the hot dog slime-generating machine of doom.
We drove to the dorms at BYU. This was my first "Really?" moment of the night, but I let it slide since we were supposedly meeting up with more couples for some sort of group date thing.
We ended up hanging out there for over 3 hours with various roommates and people. Playing basketball. Well he played basketball. He couldn't understand why I didn't play even though I repeatedly mentioned the fact that I hate playing basketball.
Apparently he didn't use such instensive critical anaylsis skills for his course work there.
I also couldn't get him to ditch his "friends" to do something else because this guy was a total pansy.
Perhaps the BYU dorm RAs meet out some terrible and horrific punishment for anyone who dares to leave a group date. Anyway, the people were waiting for finally showed up, told everyone they were dumb for waiting so long (Thank You!!) and we all drove down to someone's party. Where there was no food. So we went to yet another place with a "party" where there was an even bigger lack of anything edible.
I'm unfamiliar with BYU standards on partying, but I would assume it's okay to feed people who come to your house.
By now I was beyond angry. I spend most of time hanging out and bashing my date with another girl who was duped into this nightmare. That was the high point of my evening. HDG finally managed to find us and said that someone was going to buy some hot dogs so that we would have something to eat.
I managed to resist the urge to punch his smug face.
And then... AND THEN!! He asked me to pitch in 5 bucks for the hot dogs.
Words cannot describe my deep and abiding hatred for this loser. I chewed him out and sent him off to find food. He came back with hot dogs.
Did I eat one? Absolutely not. It was a matter of principle now. Although that didn't stop him from eating several right in front of me.
Fortunately by this time I had discovered that he was of a sensitive and delicate nature. So I had concocted a revenge scheme of telling every nasty, violent, gory story I knew. If I got him to puke, I'd win.
You know, more dates need detailed analysis of the symptoms of the bubonic plague. It builds character.
I also remember belittling his hobbies, studies, hopes, dreams and whatever else the fool was naive enough to tell me, with points scored for every person I could get to laugh at his expense.
This was my last blind date. There will not be another. I don't know if this is related, but I didn't date another church guy for 9 years.
UPDATE: I tell a lie. I was repressing another painful night in 2001 with yet another BYU Cheap-O. Honestly, where did we get this idea that if you take a girl someplace nice (and I'm not talking Ten Penh here, I'm talking freaking Chili's) than it's shallow and worldly, but if you drag her through some ghetto hell-hole it's charming and creative?
I blame that stupid Jack Wheylan book.
I guess the moral is: I'm a pretty low-key girl, but if you're a young, working professional and you take me to McDonald's and then the local sticky-shoe for our first date, I will totally make you pony up for popcorn, you cheap bastard.
Bummer
I bought a drink from the nice street vendor on my way to work this morning, and the top half is completely frozen.
Also, I'm no longer certain about the existence of my ears. I probably should have worn a hat.
Also also: strawberry milkshake pop tarts are the most fragile members of the pop tart family. Simply thinking about putting one in a toaster will cause it to instantly shatter into tiny pieces.
Oh frosted raspberry. I miss you so!
And I really need a drink to wash down these not-warm pop tart pieces. Thaw dang you!! Thaw!!
UPDATE: The Potomac looks really weird when it's frozen.
Also, I'm no longer certain about the existence of my ears. I probably should have worn a hat.
Also also: strawberry milkshake pop tarts are the most fragile members of the pop tart family. Simply thinking about putting one in a toaster will cause it to instantly shatter into tiny pieces.
Oh frosted raspberry. I miss you so!
And I really need a drink to wash down these not-warm pop tart pieces. Thaw dang you!! Thaw!!
UPDATE: The Potomac looks really weird when it's frozen.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Brrr
It's flippin' freezing today!! Building management is strengthening our office ninja skills through extreme temperature training. Given how cold it is on the top floor, I can only assume that the rest of the building is populated by mutant ice zombies.
Do you know what sounds good?
I promise I'll post about Hot Dog Guy once my fingers have thawed out.
Do you know what sounds good?
I promise I'll post about Hot Dog Guy once my fingers have thawed out.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Heroes: Report
Now with Spoilers!!
Here's what I learned this week from Heroes:
The manatee is also known as the sea cow.
Sing with me now:
Barbara Manatee Manatee
You're the one for me
Sent from up above
You are my only love!
Okay, I'm done with the manatees...for now.
Jessicki has a nice padded cell, with nice drugs and a nice therapist. In next week's previews, things are no longer so nice. Do you think she'll kill the therapist?
Mr. Kitty Pryde finds out that being a single parent is hard.
Cute kid takes his turn with a life of crime. It's practically a family hobby by now.
Boring psychic couple discover there's no longer any point to playing 20 questions.
Mohinder spent the episode wearing a manly salmon pink shirt, which he later accessorized with a lovely scarf. He also, apparently, had some lines about something.
Even when Big Bro Petrelli is being nice, he still comes off as a jerk.
Invisible Obi Wan doesn't want a padauin, until he changes his mind. What's behind this sudden shift from "I'll kill you" to "Search your feeling Luke?" My guess is Linderman.
I'm picturing Linderman as a mysterious hand stroking a white cat like the bad guy from Inspector Gadget, since we never see either of them.
Hiro and un-special Ando have the best lines.
Hiro's dad is SULU! And Evil!! Gulp!
Claire's mom is the human torch. My guess is that she started the fire which supposedly killed both of them 14 years ago when her powers first manifested.
The Chimes!! How could you forget to take down the stupid chimes!!
Whenever Sylar is awake, they play ticking watch noises. That's soooo Peter Pan.
The previews show Sylar attacking MEG, (Mr. Evil Glasses) and then running amok. I think MEG will survive though, he's too interesting a character to kill.
Of course, that's what they said about Eden. DUM Dum dum.
Sightings of the strange symbol of mysterious symbology: 0
Here's what I learned this week from Heroes:
The manatee is also known as the sea cow.
Sing with me now:
Barbara Manatee Manatee
You're the one for me
Sent from up above
You are my only love!
Okay, I'm done with the manatees...for now.
Jessicki has a nice padded cell, with nice drugs and a nice therapist. In next week's previews, things are no longer so nice. Do you think she'll kill the therapist?
Mr. Kitty Pryde finds out that being a single parent is hard.
Cute kid takes his turn with a life of crime. It's practically a family hobby by now.
Boring psychic couple discover there's no longer any point to playing 20 questions.
Mohinder spent the episode wearing a manly salmon pink shirt, which he later accessorized with a lovely scarf. He also, apparently, had some lines about something.
Even when Big Bro Petrelli is being nice, he still comes off as a jerk.
Invisible Obi Wan doesn't want a padauin, until he changes his mind. What's behind this sudden shift from "I'll kill you" to "Search your feeling Luke?" My guess is Linderman.
I'm picturing Linderman as a mysterious hand stroking a white cat like the bad guy from Inspector Gadget, since we never see either of them.
Hiro and un-special Ando have the best lines.
Hiro's dad is SULU! And Evil!! Gulp!
Claire's mom is the human torch. My guess is that she started the fire which supposedly killed both of them 14 years ago when her powers first manifested.
The Chimes!! How could you forget to take down the stupid chimes!!
Whenever Sylar is awake, they play ticking watch noises. That's soooo Peter Pan.
The previews show Sylar attacking MEG, (Mr. Evil Glasses) and then running amok. I think MEG will survive though, he's too interesting a character to kill.
Of course, that's what they said about Eden. DUM Dum dum.
Sightings of the strange symbol of mysterious symbology: 0
Monday, January 29, 2007
Nan and "This Guy"
1. I have seen Firefly. Excellent series. I'm a fan of Mr. Whedon, and am currently enjoying his run on Astonishing X-men. He's also producing a comic of Buffy: Season 8.
2. I'm not going to LA. I watch 24, and so I know that LA is constantly being bombed, gassed, nuked, and overrun with wild cougar. If I want to visit a city that Hollywood is constantly trying to destroy, I'll go to NY.
3. Nan did tell me about This Guy (TG) but she needs to work on her marketing skills. She said you need a picture of me, even though my mouse in helmet is awfully cute. From the pictures she has of TG, I'm tempted to send the photo taken after my knee surgery, however, I like this one better.
2. I'm not going to LA. I watch 24, and so I know that LA is constantly being bombed, gassed, nuked, and overrun with wild cougar. If I want to visit a city that Hollywood is constantly trying to destroy, I'll go to NY.
3. Nan did tell me about This Guy (TG) but she needs to work on her marketing skills. She said you need a picture of me, even though my mouse in helmet is awfully cute. From the pictures she has of TG, I'm tempted to send the photo taken after my knee surgery, however, I like this one better.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
The Impossible Dream?
Lyrics from Don Quixote + Star Wars=happiness.
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Per Request
Here's the birthday analysis for BSA.
Now I know what you're thinking. This certainly doesn't sound like the chirpy vampire accountant from the stories,(Universal Compassion?) but I'm sure that's all part of her intense image PR campaign.
Or at the very least it explains all the hugging.
| Your Birthdate: January 2 |
 You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense. You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends. Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone. Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive. Your strength: Your universal compassion Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings Your power color: Mauve Your power symbol: Butterfly Your power month: February |
Now I know what you're thinking. This certainly doesn't sound like the chirpy vampire accountant from the stories,(Universal Compassion?) but I'm sure that's all part of her intense image PR campaign.
Or at the very least it explains all the hugging.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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