Now that’s a landing.

If you’re scared to fly, don’t look. These are some great pictures of a JetBlue plane making an emrgency landing at LAX with bent, twisted landing gear. Those are some good pilots. Landed with no one hurt. But I can’t stop picturing the feeling inside that plane as the flames came off of the wheels. […]

If you’re scared to fly, don’t look.

These are some great pictures of a JetBlue plane making an emrgency landing at LAX with bent, twisted landing gear.

Those are some good pilots. Landed with no one hurt. But I can’t stop picturing the feeling inside that plane as the flames came off of the wheels.

These people were evidently watching live teevee of the event from inside the plane.

M’oving M’sphere

‘Cos I’m moving on up. You’re moving on out. Movin’ on up. Nothing can stop me. Moving on up. You’re moving on out. Time to break free. Nothing can stop me, Yeah. Time’s come to find a new home. What’s this mean? Well, not much to you, the reader, nor to my friends for whom […]

‘Cos I’m moving on up. You’re moving on out.
Movin’ on up. Nothing can stop me.
Moving on up. You’re moving on out.
Time to break free. Nothing can stop me,
Yeah.

Time’s come to find a new home.

What’s this mean?

Well, not much to you, the reader, nor to my friends for whom I host blogs. Other than a short downtime and then some (hopefully) much better performance.

Basically, I’ve been hosting this blog by the generosity and good grace of my friend Seth, for nearly two years. I owe him a great debt, he’s asked for nothing, and given me space and bandwidth and support. He’s helped me recover from a couple crashes, given me full root access, trusted me not to break anything, and let me monkey to my heart’s content with his server.

Thanks, Seth, and thanks, Jen, for suggesting I start up a blog when all I wanted was a place to park a domain I had hanging around.

But all good things, and all that. I’m hosting a few blogs now, and we’re using more bandwidth, and I need backups and some management tools to handle things I’ve been doing by hand. I got an offer I couldn’t refuse from my friends at http://www.athenahosting.net/.

So I’m picking up and moving this weekend. If you have any problems getting to moronosphere.com this week, it should be short-lived, but let me know about it (click my name down there near where it says ‘comments’ and ‘permalink’, or any-damned-thing at moronosphere.com will get to me).

I’ll post an update when I get moved over, and for those of you whose blogs I host, I’ll let you know before I take things down, so carry on blogging until otherwise advised.

Right man for the job

I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way. I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time. (I’m gonna put the rest of this […]

I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way.

I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time.

(I’m gonna put the rest of this after the cut in case anyone hasn’t watched the show yet…)

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…fucking suspense is killing me.

Honestly. Why do I care? It’s one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I’m climbin’ the fucking walls. Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don’t wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already! I […]

Honestly. Why do I care?

It’s one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I’m climbin’ the fucking walls.

Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don’t wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already!

I don’t think a reality teevee show has ever gotten me this wound (again, aside from when Lex got down to the final three, but you know, he’s a personal friend). But it feels like that sitting here wishing for JD to win when I know the choice is already made.

I’m thinking, tequila or ice cream? tequila or ice cream? I mean, I gotta do something.

more referral nonsense – dirty margaritas?

Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of […]

Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of random searches on skulls and tattoos and pirates and martinis and taco flavored kisses.

But I just got a hit from someone looking for a recipe for ‘dirty margaritas’.

Now, I don’t think that’s even a real drink, I think that was a confused user. But all I can think is, ick.

I’m trying to find a way to make that sound like a good drink, or to make it something dirty about a nasty little seniorita. But it’s not working. All I get is, tequila, lime, cointreau, and olive brine. Hell, that might even be good, but it sounds vile.

On the other hand, I’m now thinking, in this order:

  1. Mmmm, tequila
  2. Mmmm, nasty little seniorita

But that’s not really a surprise, is it?

Tattoos that make you wonder

Sometimes you see a tattoo and you wonder – what’s he/she saying with that? I was playin’ goofy-golf and there was a hispanic family ahead of us. Nice, friendly people. Woman in her twenties, a couple little boys, and a guy. But the guy was kind of interesting. Older, a bit, but it was hard […]

Sometimes you see a tattoo and you wonder – what’s he/she saying with that?

I was playin’ goofy-golf and there was a hispanic family ahead of us. Nice, friendly people. Woman in her twenties, a couple little boys, and a guy. But the guy was kind of interesting. Older, a bit, but it was hard to tell how old since his head was shaved. I’d guess he was my age, fourties, but he could have been ten years either direction of me.

Later they were joined by several more kids and a couple late-teens-early-twenties girls.

I’m looking at them and thinking, ok, family, birthday party. Guy’s either dad or grampa.

But you know, I look at this tattoo he has on the back of his neck and I keep thinking, that means something different.

Daddy Tattoo Small

I dunno. Maybe it’s just me. But a tattoo that says daddy, on a man. It just sorta makes me wonder.

Of course, I can think of a person or two I’d like to see that same tattoo on. And no, Ken, you’re not one of them. No matter how much I love you.

Talk like a Pirate Day

Arrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, t’day, the nineteenth’ a’ september. Avast there ye bilge rats! Be spreadin’ the word, sez I. (I’m sorry) (No, actually, I’m not.)

Arrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, t’day, the nineteenth’ a’ september.

Avast there ye bilge rats! Be spreadin’ the word, sez I.

(I’m sorry)

(No, actually, I’m not.)

Veni, Vedi…

What exactly is the latin for I came, I saw, I watched some great teevee? So we’ve talked a little bit about reality teevee (c’mon, people, pick JD already), and we’ll get back to that shortly with new incarnations of Survivor and Amazing Race going down. But let’s talk about something a little bit artier, […]

What exactly is the latin for I came, I saw, I watched some great teevee?

So we’ve talked a little bit about reality teevee (c’mon, people, pick JD already), and we’ll get back to that shortly with new incarnations of Survivor and Amazing Race going down.

But let’s talk about something a little bit artier, shall we?

Well, not arty in a bad way. There’s all sorts of tasty nudity, see.

Let’s us talk a bit about the glory that is Rome.

Now, you expect great things when you say hbo and series together. Look at the track record; the Sopranos, Six Feet Under, Deadwood, the Wire, Sex and the City, Carnivale, Curb Your Enthusiasm. I mean, you see a thread there, right?

So it’s not like it’s news that Rome is really really good.

But it took a little warming up to. Like Deadwood, it’s dense, complicated, filled with characters, and at times deeply difficult to track. I feel like I should be taking notes when I watch this show, and the first episode, only the fact that I’ve studied ancient Rome a bit kept me from getting lost. I think wasn’t ’til the third episode that I really decided that a) it was really good, and b) that I really liked it.

There’s so much to like. I mean, let’s start with the obvious, there’s nudity (obligatory homer moment – Mmmmm. Nuuuuuudity…) I mean, lots of it. Yummy, tasty nudity. Beautiful girls riding on men kind of nudity (just about my favorite thing, the girl on top). Beautiful slave girl nudity. Nursing mother’s nipples nudity. Roman brothel brutal-hair-pulling-fucking-from-behind nudity.

Did I mention nudity? We just need some more slave girls, is all, to make it complete.

Then let’s talk about the technical stuff. The set is simply enormous, and looks incredibly authentic to my eye. The costuming, set decoration, the art design, it’s all spectacular and complex and rich and gives the feeling of real, living roman cities.

The cast – mostly british performers who look vaguely familiar but whom I can’t place, to a one they’re superior actors, with many standouts.

And then there’s the writing. I don’t care how good your sets are, your cast are, your ideas, plots, special effects. Your show begins and ends with the writers and the writers make or break it. This show is incredibly well written. Oh, I can’t say it’s deadwood; deadwood makes frontier poets of rough, villainous cowboys, while not compromising their being cowboys. But Rome feels like something distilled down from shakespeare and robert graves, as imagined by modern writers with a modern way of telling a story. So there’s a classic complexity to the dialog, without it being rendered impossibly dense.

Everything from bawdy conversations between soldiers to roman senatorial debate has a natural, real sound, while not falling into the trap of having romans talk and act line someone on the west wing.

I must say though, my favorite character is Titus Pullo, a roman soldier who winds up somehow in the midst of all the political upheaval. The HBO character page describes him thus:

A ferocious lover of life, possessing the courage and loyalty of a warrior, but the morality of a pirate. A man of huge appetites and wild passions. Impulsive, unreflective, optimistic, conceited, generous, and brutal.

I of course, identify with him heavily, when he says things like “Women scream my name by night from here to…” I like to think he’s the me I would have been had I lived in 52 bc. Particularly the morality of a pirate bit.

If you’re not watching this yet, they should be doing one of the catch-up weekends, check the schedule on hbo.com. It’s really worth slogging through the first couple shows, even if they seem difficult.

And you know, there’s the nudity.

She-Male Threatens Florida

Ok so I keep seeing this headline on CNN.com: TS Rita gains muscle to threaten Florida …And sure, I know they mean Tropical Storm. But hell, we all fucking know TS stands for TranSexual. So this rita, she’s some big, muscular tranny, threatening Florida. Um. You know, that’s kinda hot.

Ok so I keep seeing this headline on CNN.com:

TS Rita gains muscle to threaten Florida

…And sure, I know they mean Tropical Storm. But hell, we all fucking know TS stands for TranSexual.

So this rita, she’s some big, muscular tranny, threatening Florida.

Um. You know, that’s kinda hot.

Summer Sunday

I spent my sunday not being at the computer. I think this was a good choice; I’m arm-wrestling a lotta frustration and staring at a screen on which I’m unable to do anything useful makes it unquestionably worse. I managed to sleep unusually late, thanks to lovely chemicals; what was was that old DuPont quote? […]

I spent my sunday not being at the computer. I think this was a good choice; I’m arm-wrestling a lotta frustration and staring at a screen on which I’m unable to do anything useful makes it unquestionably worse.

I managed to sleep unusually late, thanks to lovely chemicals; what was was that old DuPont quote? Without Chemistry, Life Itself Would Be Impossible.. I woke just in time to make fine, strong coffee (Peets of course – there’s simply no better coffee the world over), and then tune in a football game.

Ok. So my team sucked. They basically conducted a clinic in how to suck. Big deal though, it beats that empty, mocking screen. Final score? I think it was about seven hundred to minus 5 or something. If we were not in negative numbers, we should have been. There goes my fantasy team stats for another week – can I have a mulligan on this week and start over?

It was one of those afternoons where it feels, for a day, like summer isn’t over. Hot, bright, clear, with the feeling that there’s not just a day, but an entire season before me. A life before me. Starting fresh.

I walked out and looked up and breathed in a summer smell, and wanted it not to end, ever. I wanted to walk and keep walking. I felt like if I could just follow the sun it would lead me to a place where summer never ended. But it’s not so simple as that and I can’t always simply make the choice and have it go as I dream.

So instead, I gathered up my children and spent several hours simply walking, exploring our neighborhood, with stops for lunch in a new italian deli, and for beverages in the odd little market that still scratches a living in town, somehow.

We walked until out feet hurt; Olivia’s outgrown another pair of boots. Like me at her age, shoes seems to shrink before our eyes.

We returned home, finally, to change shoes, drink and then we needed to feed Ruby’s obsession with goofy-golf.

We spent the rest of a sunny, dusty afternoon knocking small, brightly-colored balls about on ratty outdoor carpet; I entertained my children with snippets of old monty python routines. My hovercraft is FULL of EELS!

I’ll finish my day with a short workout, something I’m trying to get myself back to. I’d forgotten how much I need that, how much better I feel when my muscles have the vague ache of weightlifting. So I’ll do a short set of curls, some pushups, as many crunches as I can stand. Just the basics, though I need to be back at the gym, I need to get myself back to heavy leg-press sets and squats and bench. I’ve never felt better, in my adult life, than when I have a routine of heavy lifting.

And then, I think, a glass a scotch, and if my eyes will stay open, tonight’s RockStar INXS. This is the last week and I’ll miss it. Though I may not stay away that long.

Simple sundays.

Still though, I thought, as the sun was setting, I want to follow that sun. I want to be where summer never ends.

Someday.