Serenity – T-minus…

Serenity premiers tonight. Greggg has the advantage over most of the rest of us; he’s already seen it. For the rest of us – god, high hopes, fears, and I know whatever I see, I’ll be left waiting for more. Joss, you better be hard at work on Serenity II already.

Serenity premiers tonight.

Greggg has the advantage over most of the rest of us; he’s already seen it.

For the rest of us – god, high hopes, fears, and I know whatever I see, I’ll be left waiting for more. Joss, you better be hard at work on Serenity II already.

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I don’t get Alias

You know, I just don’t get the whole Alias thing. Or maybe it’s the Jennifer Garner thing that escapes me, and that’s what the whole Alias thing is about. But you know, I look at Garner, and all I can think is, ‘eh‘. Maybe a dose of ‘whatever‘. And you know, no one, anywhere, likes […]

You know, I just don’t get the whole Alias thing.

Or maybe it’s the Jennifer Garner thing that escapes me, and that’s what the whole Alias thing is about.

But you know, I look at Garner, and all I can think is, ‘eh‘. Maybe a dose of ‘whatever‘. And you know, no one, anywhere, likes women more than I do. So when I look at woman and think eh, it means I’m really not very interested.

She’s just so average. Oh, she’s talented, sure; she’s got a gift for accents and voices and languages, and she’s certainly physical. but I look at her face and I feel like I’m looking at a Mannequin. She’s made of plastic, utterly empty and soul-less.

So maybe that’s all there is to Alias. Because well, you know, I want to like it; same people as make Lost, so I’m on their side. But Alias seems to be nothing but empty spy-movie cliche with no style whatsoever. The plots are convoluted to the point of incomprehensiblity, and while the whole everyone’s double-crossing everyone else thing is entertaining, the bottom line is that I don’t care. Anyone in the series can die at any time and I just shrug. None of them are well enough characterized to engage me.

And then there’s the fact that they keep wanting to go supernatural. Which just makes me roll my eyes. What works so well on lost, here just plays like writers who are out of ideas and turn to the fantastic out of desperation. They borrow from Neal Stephenson, they borrow from – hell, I can’t even remember where last season’s ender was borrowed from, some secret-society, orb-of-infinite-doom nonsense.

I just don’t fuckin’ get it.

Why, you might ask, am I watching it?

Honestly, I’m not. Sometimes it’s just on, and you just don’t feel like getting off the couch. And I’ll admit, I tried, last season, because people I know like it. Sitting on a couch full of giggly girls, you know, you find a reason not to leave even when the show isn’t good. So I tried.

But – eh. Just eh.

TAR, family style

So, first impressions on TAR, family style (Amazing Race 8), before my medication takes effect. The family concept worked better than expected. I liked it. Most of the families are likable. I liked seeing some kids in this game, and damn, ain’t Carissa Gaghan adorable? My favorite team so far are the Aiellos — good […]

So, first impressions on TAR, family style (Amazing Race 8), before my medication takes effect.

The family concept worked better than expected. I liked it.

Most of the families are likable. I liked seeing some kids in this game, and damn, ain’t Carissa Gaghan adorable?

My favorite team so far are the Aiellos — good guys, funny and likable. They won me when they started to joke about spooning.

Most of the others I’m still forming an opinion on, but my favorite tasty treat is Brittney Rogers, who clearly needs to be licked all over, and I gotta say, I wanna see all three Linz Brothers pull a train on little sister Megan.

And then there are the villians. Every TAR has to have a couple. This time it’s the jesus freak Weaver clan, who are just going to have to be bent over, spanked and corn-holed if they say ‘lord’ or ‘jesus’ one more time; and then there are the Paolos, who would be ok if someone fucking gagged them all. Just make them stop talking. Make. Them. Stop.

As usual, the first episode was hard to track with so many teams. It always hits speed around the third. But so far it looks like they’re keeping the standard up. This is the definitive reality teevee show as far as I’m concerned, it deserves all the awards it wins. And I’m glad I don’t have to see Rob and Amber on this one, they brought TAR7 down. If they do any more celebrity TARs, it needs to be an all-celeb edition to keep it fair.

Mmm. Medication. Me like medication.

Jumbo Squid

I don’t know that anyone else cares about this, but you know, I’m a geek. Finally, after all these years, they got pictures of Architeuthis, the giant squid. Researchers have been trying to do that forever – they’ve seen dead ones, and young ones, but this is the first time anyone has ever gotten pictures […]

I don’t know that anyone else cares about this, but you know, I’m a geek.

Finally, after all these years, they got pictures of Architeuthis, the giant squid.

Researchers have been trying to do that forever – they’ve seen dead ones, and young ones, but this is the first time anyone has ever gotten pictures of them, mature and moving. Scientists have even hitched cameras to sperm whales to get footage of Architeuthis, to no avail.

Hey. You know, I have a cephalopod tattooed on my arm. I’m into this shit.

yeah, I knew that.

This just in – the doctor tells me I’m sick. That’ll be a hundred simoleons, please. Thanks, doc. At least it’s not a sinus infection. The downside is, no pass-go-collect-two-hundred-dollars pills. The upside is, I don’t have to take antibiotics, which is always a good thing. His prescription? Sleep. Thanks, doc, I’ll get right on […]

This just in – the doctor tells me I’m sick. That’ll be a hundred simoleons, please.

Thanks, doc.

At least it’s not a sinus infection. The downside is, no pass-go-collect-two-hundred-dollars pills. The upside is, I don’t have to take antibiotics, which is always a good thing.

His prescription? Sleep.

Thanks, doc, I’ll get right on that.

Go read someone else.

Some days it feels like nothing is working. I had the classic three am wakeup again. What the fuck is it with three am? It’s the fucking worrying hour. I wake up at three am, every goddamned bad thing in the universe comes to camp out behind my left ear. Everything I have to do, […]

Some days it feels like nothing is working.

I had the classic three am wakeup again. What the fuck is it with three am? It’s the fucking worrying hour. I wake up at three am, every goddamned bad thing in the universe comes to camp out behind my left ear. Everything I have to do, everything I’m ignoring, everything I want but can’t get, everything I’ve done wrong or fucked up or wish I’d done differently. It all comes up in forced perspective and looms over me like fucking dementors and ring-wraiths, and no mental game I play makes them seem any smaller. Every fantasy becomes an object of sadness and desire, every day-dream becomes a nightmare.

I managed to claw my way back to sleep a little before six, just in time to be woken by the get-the-kids-to-school alarm and the garbage truck.

Fine – sleep is over-rated.

And then there’s this sore throat I’ve been ignoring for a week, and the feeling of things-not-right that no amount of coffee or whisky seems to ease. I give in. I write this in my doctor’s waiting room, where I’m pirating wireless from the office next door.

And then there’s the fucking web project I’m supposed to be doing, for which I simply cannot figure out the css. I don’t know why css makes my brain hurt this way, when I can program in three or four languages (ok, badly, I admit, but it gets the shit done). Some reason, css kicks my ass, and I can’t seem to find a decent example to go with.

And then there’s the new VPN secure id cards they just issued, which work great at work but seem completely dysfunctional elsewhere; I’m trying to get some shit done while I wait for the doc, but I can only get to the internet, not work.

Ignore me. I’ve been in a foul mood all day. Look to the right-hand column and click on someone over there. I’ll just pound my fist through a wall until I feel better, or until something breaks.

for some value of ‘naked’

My friend Lisa sent this to me. New Yorker cover, aug 2005. Hugs ‘an kisses, Lisa! I’ll let it speak for itself. If anyone knows the name of the artist who painted this, give me a shout.

My friend Lisa sent this to me. New Yorker cover, aug 2005. Hugs ‘an kisses, Lisa!

I’ll let it speak for itself. If anyone knows the name of the artist who painted this, give me a shout.

Ny Aug 05-2

Dorthy Parker Mood

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; 
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. I bet ‘ol Dorthy was a riot at parties.


Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp; 
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

I bet ‘ol Dorthy was a riot at parties.

Kenny Love!

It’s a good time to get the Kenny Love this weekend; Basement3 acoustic at Blue Rock Shoot in Saratoga, CA. Kenny’s words: just a simple, quick reminder about the Basement 3/Lyndie Way performance tomorrow —- that’s sunday, sunday, sunday, sept. 25th!! an event not to miss! Better than ice motorcycle racing (when you go down, […]

It’s a good time to get the Kenny Love this weekend; Basement3 acoustic at Blue Rock Shoot in Saratoga, CA.

Kenny’s words:

just a simple, quick reminder about the Basement 3/Lyndie Way performance tomorrow —- that’s sunday, sunday, sunday, sept. 25th!! an event not to miss! Better than ice motorcycle racing (when you go down, you come up ground round…..huh? Whatever happened to that lovely sport?).

Oh yeah — so what i was trying to say — sunday, september 25th, at the Blue Rock Shoot in Saratoga—14523 big basin way. Basement 3 starts at 7 pm, and the Lyndie Way trio will follow.

kenny loves you and needs you to come visit!

Show Kenny some love, y’all. You know he loves you!