tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61116045546300107152024-03-13T03:29:43.580-07:00Hub City BrotelTwo former New Brunswick residents cover important matters like Brendan Fraser's career, UFOs and Steve Guttenberg.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-71078711103509907862010-10-02T16:27:00.000-07:002010-10-02T16:29:07.549-07:00An Ode to AutumnI love the smells, the changing of the leaves, and the 12 year old xtreme skateboarders doing ollies in the Quick Check parking lot.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-8525200066934678732010-02-20T12:11:00.000-08:002010-02-20T12:13:20.168-08:00How Far Can It Go?My nerd levels are off the charts right now. From Brent Spiner's 1991 release "Ol Yellow Eyes is Back," "It's a Sin to Tell a Lie" featuring Patrick Stewart, Levar Burton, Michael Dorn and Jonathon "Two-takes" Frakes. Enjoy<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jexAHF_NpQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jexAHF_NpQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-40645687321281355752010-02-18T13:30:00.001-08:002010-02-18T13:43:13.330-08:00This Amazing InternetYears ago, after reading a transcript of one of Kurt Vonnegut's speeches, I had the urge to read Ambrose Bierce's "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge." I easily discovered a copy of it online and read the amazing short story.<br /><br />I had known about, but never seen, the French film version, which was later purchased and syndicated as a Twilight Zone episode. Yesterday, I decided to see if I could find a version of it online. I easily found the episode broken down into three parts on youtube. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3jP9_89lXc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3jP9_89lXc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />In the film, the Union spy/war criminal finds his escape accompanied by a hauntingly beautiful song called "Live Livin' Man." I searched for a version of it online and found a few. It's amazing that such a small aspect of the film, which had been adapted from the Ambrose Bierce short story, had been picked up on by at least two musicians who also appreciated the simple and amazing melody of the song.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-l4RY7t97E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s-l4RY7t97E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4scybOVJtk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4scybOVJtk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />When I decided to learn the song on guitar after listening to the song over and over, I quickly found a primer on the chords posted by one of the previously mentioned musicians.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhMHi3oo_bs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhMHi3oo_bs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I am constantly amazed by the niche groups and interests that are present on the web, and I'm always grateful when it pays off in a new way.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-38906721904419196192010-02-17T19:07:00.001-08:002010-02-17T19:08:26.058-08:00I Don't Take Compliments WellThis is how I responded to one just today:<br /><br /><br />"You're looking thin. Have you lost weight?"<br />"No. I think you think so because you're pregnant."E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-52561971998323305182010-01-01T15:36:00.000-08:002010-01-01T15:45:19.227-08:00The Angel's ShareWrite More. Drink less. <br /><br />Also discover more methods of divination. Reading tarot, tea leaves and candle wax is old hat. Coffee grinds and seltzer bubbles are totally in vogue.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-54617558133862171182009-11-15T12:34:00.000-08:002009-11-15T12:40:17.037-08:00One-upsmanship!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/IMAGES/QUARTERS/Kansas-quarter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/IMAGES/QUARTERS/Kansas-quarter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/IMAGES/QUARTERS/North-Dakota-quarter.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/IMAGES/QUARTERS/North-Dakota-quarter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I think I hyped up this joke too much this morning and everyone hated it. Still, it's my best American currency joke yet.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-36883592925942847462009-11-04T13:53:00.000-08:002009-11-04T14:00:10.310-08:00Like it, Love it, GOTTA HAVE IT!So after the weekend, and about a thousand Windows 7 Release Party and Aziz Ansari's "Randy" references, I'm having a hard time deciding what I actually like with a genuine amount of admiration.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3R-9D2O6-ss&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3R-9D2O6-ss&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />I love Randy. I know it's supposed to be ironic - I get what he's doing - but Aziz Ansari himself has testified that for the Randy character to work, <a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/41854">the jokes have to be real, they have to have structure</a>. So am I wrong for genuinely laughing at his absurd shit?<br /><br />Also I think Randy would listen to <a href="http://www.illinoize.biz/index.html">this</a>, and I can't tell if mash-ups should only be enjoyed in an ironic way. I don't think I can genuinely like anything anymore.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-4751969768746977602009-11-02T18:20:00.000-08:002009-11-02T18:26:58.150-08:00Disturbing Basement DVD RealizationsSo the dvd player in my basement doesn't get that much use, though I usually watch my crappy sci-fi movies on it, or if I'm drinking at home and I need to hide. So when I decided to fire it up today it started at the scene I last left it off at.<br /><br />That scene was Patricia Arquette stripping at gunpoint for Robert Loggia's character in Lost Highway. I need to stop watching Lynch on my family dvd player.<br /><br />Thank god this dvd player gets no use. My family would assume I'm really into watching porn with Robert Loggia.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJuya9mJcDA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJuya9mJcDA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-80741388511276927002009-10-19T19:48:00.001-07:002009-10-19T19:52:21.788-07:00The Adventures of Child-ManGiving up WoW for the foreseeable future.<br /><br />Not giving up cartoons.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/St0lqEpGz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/_6dFT1B6KPo/s1600-h/venturebros4.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/St0lqEpGz1I/AAAAAAAAABU/_6dFT1B6KPo/s320/venturebros4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394509333390610258" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes, that's a cartoon John Hodgman who will show up sometime this season. Super excited.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-75146701820542984062009-06-16T21:45:00.000-07:002009-06-16T21:49:34.091-07:00OverwhelmedSo instead of hijacking this blog for the summer, and replacing the fun videos and short blurbs we post on here with three page reviews of shitty science fiction, I've moved the reviews to a new blog entitled <a href="http://crappyscifi.blogspot.com/">A Space Travesty</a> <br /><br />Check it out there. A review of "Queen of the Amazons" is now up.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-65625398067278561722009-06-13T23:08:00.000-07:002009-06-13T23:12:09.611-07:00The Excellent SciFi of Today<script type="text/javascript" src="http://o.aolcdn.com/videoplayer/aolbc/ExternalAd.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" src="http://admin.brightcove.com/js/APIModules_all.js"></script><script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://admin.brightcove.com/js/BrightcoveExperiences.js"></script><object id="myExperience" class="BrightcoveExperience"><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><param name="width" value="400" /><param name="height" value="346" /><param name="playerID" value="10035501001" /><param name="publisherID" value="1612833736"/><param name="isVid" value="true" /><param name="autoStart" value="false" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="@videoPlayer" value="20292755001" /></object><br /><br />Need a train buddy to go see this one. You in O'Brain? Now I really have a craving to see Sam Rockwell yelling <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/55606/stella-office-party">"GO BACK TO BED, CHINA!"</a>E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-64343762444431553062009-06-11T05:39:00.000-07:002009-06-11T05:40:27.851-07:00O Hello, It's Me David Lynch! I Want You to Be in My Movie!One of my reasons why David Lynch is <a href="http://www.davidlynch.com/dailyreport/index.html">awesome</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-12628057139178926492009-06-08T12:54:00.000-07:002009-06-08T12:57:47.404-07:00The Crappy SciFi of Today<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8CUDBkO57U&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8CUDBkO57U&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Debbie Gibson! Lorenzo Lamas! A mega shark and a giant octopus. Amazing.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-85634709896326391582009-06-04T20:54:00.000-07:002009-06-04T21:01:46.894-07:0050 Movie Pack: SciFi Classics: Part I - The Incredible Petrified WorldWhile picking up <span style="font-style:italic;">Wrath of Khan</span> to satiate my incredible jonesing for Star Trek at Best Buy, I espied a box set of DVDs, entitled 50 Movie Pack: SciFi Classics. Touting such unheard of classics as <span style="font-style:italic;">They Came From Beyond Space</span>, <span style="font-style:italic;">Kong Island</span>, and <span style="font-style:italic;">Laser Mission</span>, I immediately grabbed for the 15 dollars it was selling for and ran to the register. The first film is The Incredible Petrified World, starring John Carradine. Coincidentally, his son David Carradine passed away by apparent hanging in Thailand today, so of course there was no more a topical film to start this journey through 50 awful films. I will be giving a synopsis of each film, along with my opinion and amount of alcohol needed to endure the rigors of cinematic waste. The Incredible Petrified World is hardly incredible, and only the acting could be described as petrified. But I’m already getting ahead of myself.<br /><br />The movie begins with stock film of a sand shark attacking an octopus, plankton chilling out, and fish gone wild, while a voiceover narrator informs us that oceanographers are intrigued by the Phantom Layer of the world’s oceans, which possibly contains millions of octopi. I am immediately craving murder by octopus. The blind deep sea predators are then described, along with the coelecanthe. I don’t need to learn about fish! Give me murders! The narrator informs us that we will invade the black wilderness of the ocean. MAJOR TWIST: The narrator was simply part of a film that some investor was showing off to bow-tied ocean aficionados. While eating fish sticks and tiny hot dogs they discuss a newly invented diving bell, which will allow for more boring ocean films to be made. We learn that there are actually two bells, the original, developed by Carradine’s Professor Wyman, and another built by the investor, Mr. Matheny, whose lead engineer is none other than Jim Wyman, Carradine’s brother. Carradine is at this moment preparing to launch his bell!<br /><br />On his ship, a whole bunch of hubbub is going on about his new diving bell. The captain goes and informs “Lady Reporter” to come check out the launch. Too bad Professor Wyman is too big of a pussy to go down in his own diving bell, so he has assigned Craig and Paul, two of his oceanography students, to take it down, along with two still-unnamed ladies who so far are only referred to by gender. The descent begins! The bell reaches a depth of 1700 feet when the lights stop working. A cable slipped! Communication with the surface has ceased. Men wearing suits look upset. The newspaper reporters jump on Carradine like murderous octopi.<br /><br />The occupants of the diving bell are shown alive, marooned at the bottom of the ocean with only 100 cubic feet of oxygen keeping them alive. Paul and Craig discuss their predicament and discuss their doomed lives. Paul doesn’t expect to see any new sea creatures – WHAT! There is still light from outside the bell, even though they have descended far beyond light’s penetration. Quickly they don their scuba gear. And somehow, even though the pressure should destroy the intrepid explorers, they have survived the escape from the diving bell. The other bell, built by the mustachioed connoisseurs of ocean film hors deourves, is mentioned, and I assume that an insane rescue will be mounted for Craig and Paul, though they have discovered for themselves a subterranean cave. Craig and Paul return to the bell for shoes and spears, obvious necessities when under the ocean. The two men begin to spear fish, while above the surface John Carradine drinks coffee. A sonar watcher informs the good professor that he witnessed masses swimming about, and he is certain they are men, because as a sonar watcher, he just knows a fish from a man!<br /><br />At this point I need beer. They enjoy their fish and hit the hay. Nothing like a good night’s sleep to explore some plaster sets in the morning. They set off, and around a corner they discover an iguana! THE HUMANITY! They actually just sidestep the slithering beast and continue to find a pool of fresh water. Oh this is just what I want to see in theaters in the 1950s. Don’t fight any lizards, but please do find fountains and drinking water! This is amazing! The women begin to get catty. I learn their names. Lauri wishes they could help each other out, but finally, the brunt of ‘50s sci-fi misogyny becomes apparent and Dale, that Lady Reporter, tells her companion that there is nothing to help, “not as long as they have two men around.” At this point they realize they have come upon a dead end, which they have been led to by the now infallible Craig. While waiting for Paul to deliver crawfish, they hear screaming, and follow his yelps to find him kneeling before a human skeleton! Dale screams, and they see Santa Claus! A bearded cave creature appears, and Paul tells them not to worry. “So he’s a weirdo! Who else would come down here?” The wide-eyed beardo just stares back at them until they climb up to him. The bearded man tells them that he came with Skeletor whose name was Maurice, informs them that there is no way out, and that the air they are breathing is merely an outgassing of a nearby subterranean volcano. He takes them to his home, which consists of an old log (perhaps the only incredibly petrified object in the whole film) and a whole lot of fish bones. He tells them to rest.<br /><br />Apparently the weirdo’s story doesn’t mesh with Paul’s quick perception, and he tells daddy-o Craig that they should keep their eye on him. Dale even begins to doubt her ever-present misogyny when she surmises that the old man might not be all there. Craig drops the bomb on Lauri by telling her he loves her. All they need is each other, and the sappy moment seems like it would never end, until, what would we see, but old beardo staring them down, his eyes like clams; his teeth like chiclets. On the surface, Professor Wyman visits the movie-loving engineer, Mr. Matheny, who has given up on the second bell. Wyman suggests to the man that he would like to use the second bell and take a dive himself. He discovered (probably on a drunken binge) that the bell didn’t fail “at the weakest link, but the strongest.” In possibly the worst/best montage I have ever witnessed, Wyman and his brother, who had been working on the second bell all along, break into the lab and start putting together cogs, wheels and gears. They drink coffee, they check alignments, and soon, they pat each other on the back.<br /><br />Back in the caves the weirdo checks out Lauri while she fills a conch shell with water. Now that Dale knows about Craig’s relationship with Lauri, she’s pissed! No longer the center of attention, Dale tells Lauri that they better listen to her, or things aren’t going to be pretty. Lauri mans up and tells that bitch off. Beardo merely watches. The men are currently getting the last of the gear from the bell, while Wyman’s ship resides above them. Paul gets the bends and Craig drags him through the water to the other bell, now resting right next to the old bell. Wyman has found them! Wyman’s brother enters the bell with Craig and Paul, and is very excited. Beardo is excited too, and finds Dale alone, suggesting to her that they should kill the others and be together alone, JUST LIKE HE KILLED HIS FORMER COMPANION, MAURICE. Dale flips out and starts screaming when the volcano erupts. Beardo begins to chase Lauri and Dale through the caves, only to die to a cave-in. Then they find a passed out Craig back at the entrance to the caves, who wakes up and takes them back to the second, dual Wyman-engineered, bell. Dale apologizes to Lauri, and together they drink from a Thermos filled with love. Back on the ship, they thank Matheny, and Craig and Lauri have a weird moment, when a crewman mentions how happy they must be to be on the surface where they have room to breathe. Craig intones that he never really thought about how important it is, “having enough room to breathe.” I like to imagine that a sequel of this film would revolve around their failed marriage where Craig yells at Lauri for cooking too much red meat, and not letting him go to his regular poker game with Paul and Professor Wyman. <br /><br />The film ends as the ship sets sail, and after three beers, I am mildly upset by how little excitement this film provides. Not one fish attack! Not one murder by Beardo! However, there was plenty of misogyny, which is a requirement for any film I enjoy made before 1960. I leave you with the full quote from Lauri and Dale’s catty beginnings, long before their thermos-based friendship. I hope the next film in this set provides more entertainment, and perhaps, more fish murder.<br /><br /><blockquote>Dale Marshall: [to Lauri] You just listen to me, Miss Innocent. There's nothing friendly between two females. There never was. There never will be. <br />Lauri Talbott: Sorry you feel that way. I was hoping we could help each other. <br />Dale Marshall: You don't need help - neither do I. Not as long as we have two men around us.</blockquote><br /><br />Rating: 2 diving bells out of 5.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-39646914111811921092009-06-01T19:06:00.000-07:002009-06-01T19:12:31.820-07:00You're Just Not A War-time Consigliere-wolf<a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=58186608">THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON trailer</a><br/><object width="425px" height="360px" ><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58186608,t=1,mt=video"/><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58186608,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br />Watching this trailer while The Godfather plays in the background is an eye-opening experience. When will teen vampire movies finally reach the cinematic achievement of the most important gangster film ever made?<br /><br />"It's a vampiric message: Edward Cullen swims with the fishes"<br /><br />"You can ACT LIKE A WEREWOLF!"<br /><br />"What are you?"<br />"A war-time consigliere."<br />"How long have you been a war-time consigliere?"<br />"A while."E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-62647479125654917862009-05-31T22:23:00.000-07:002009-06-01T08:42:31.156-07:00Unfinished DraftsLooking through possible entries to edit, I realize I start many and never finish. I apologize for all the great things you're missing out on. I mean, they could be really great. At least my whiteboard covered in "To Dont's" and crazy ideas would imply that they could be great. <br /><br />I finished the third season of The Wire tonight with Os. The season seemed to lurch and halt at times, but I think it was a creative decision that followed McNulty's same path of reconciling the absoluteness of his quest to put one man behind bars and the eventual emptiness he feels when bullets take that away from him. <br /><br />Those same thematic bullets keep me from finishing blog entries, to putting life shit in order, to picking up healthy hobbies now neglected. Actually I can't even say that, because I don't put eggs in any baskets, let alone all of them in one. A friend of mine once told me that I just let things fall in my lap. I guess that's true, and I guess that's why I feel just as empty as McNulty about it.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-64792265678134376782009-05-25T15:21:00.000-07:002009-05-25T15:25:56.611-07:00<div>Why have I not seen this video sooner? This makes me want to be in <a href="http://www.koreaherald.co.kr/NEWKHSITE/data/html_dir/2009/05/26/200905260048.asp">quarantine</a> with the other teachers who have the piggy flew. Actually, they're not on an island, but the other jerks who have a week-and-a-half off, probably are lounging and listening to Debarge.</div><div><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeZsSn0p4KY&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eeZsSn0p4KY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-31844503373831597142009-05-24T20:35:00.000-07:002009-05-31T22:22:31.052-07:00Jeff Probst's DopplegangerTaking the name Ed Probst, I begin an endeavor into a home/work version of Survivor<br /><br />Concept: An internet version of Survivor consisting of a Google group and a chain e-mail to 10 contestants. Every week a challenge will be put forth and the winner gets immunity from getting voted out of the Google group. These challenges may be electronic or physical or any random thing that pops into my head. The chain e-mail is for updates and for the contestants to trash talk each other while at work. Eventually contestants will begin to e-mail each other privately and form alliances and secret vendettas.<br /><br />In practice: So far, so good. The first week's challenge was to create a visual creation of an ultimate survivor, including a chart listing attributes and skills. Inspired by the discovery of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darwinius_masillae">Darwinius massilae</a>, a possible missing link in the fossil record. Other challenges may follow down a theme that is yet unknown to contestants, and in a beguiling manner, to myself.<br /><br />One of the entries for the challenge: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/SiNk_gkJJrI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0SqV_LFXKc/s1600-h/Lacidus-Layignis.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/SiNk_gkJJrI/AAAAAAAAABM/r0SqV_LFXKc/s320/Lacidus-Layignis.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342224625227605682" /></a>E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-88768765146471669322009-05-12T16:47:00.001-07:002009-05-12T17:00:01.277-07:00True Evolution vs. Makin' MoneyA guy with a Jesus Fish adornment on his car cut me off the other day. I always wondered about the Jesus Fish and what kind of "witnessing" the bearers of said mark are attempting to accomplish. Seeing a Jesus Fish on some jerks car is about as likely to get me to give my life to Christ as a Vote for Jimmy Buffet bumper sticker is going to coerce me into changing my decision at the polls.<br /><br />This weekend began a family debate with no end concerning Honus Wagner's contribution to the sport of baseball. He is unequivocally considered to be the best short stop of all time, by baseball writers whose grandparents never even saw the guy play. His numbers are daunting and it is strange that no player has eclipsed his milestones for over 100 years. <br /><br />The status of the man had me wondering about the state of evolution and where we as a species are headed. Psychoactive drugs have led New Agers to believe that <a href="http://www.skepdic.com/indigo.html">95% of children</a> exhibit this aura. The credulous feelings I encounter when thinking about such a situation overwhelm my rationale. Are we pursuing science in an effort to gain insight to truth, or do we use what little we know to puff ourselves up as being greater than the random place we fill on our little planet?<br /><br />Will science ever be as well understood among a majority of people as the religion and fiction with which we preoccupy most of our time?E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-88266231807891267732009-05-02T02:47:00.001-07:002009-05-02T02:48:00.484-07:00George Takei: HeroKirk: Yes, at night the temperature drops to 120 degrees below zero.<br /><br />Sulu: That's nippy.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-33402293188821123262009-04-27T23:21:00.000-07:002009-04-27T23:25:07.360-07:00Abhorrent Sexual Fantasies, Pt. 1Yeoman, I'm in love.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/Sfag0-xI1pI/AAAAAAAAABE/NCmE3xC-AhY/s1600-h/rand3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/Sfag0-xI1pI/AAAAAAAAABE/NCmE3xC-AhY/s320/rand3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329624041102300818" /></a><br />Looking for women interested in donning federation standard issue.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-25962655925410043692009-04-19T20:04:00.000-07:002009-04-19T20:18:34.979-07:00Falling Down On CornersHad such a long and good weekend, from acapella birthday songs to drunken washers and eating doritos while watching friends get in melee scuffles. My bones ache right now, and I'm barely making it through these episodes of The Wire, but I will persevere. <br /><br />Taking the chemistry Praxis next weekend and I'm really nervous, but hopefully it works out in the end. I need to get some application stuff done for a teaching program I'm looking at but I forget how to write about myself in a positive way.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-19487408785452013792009-04-19T20:02:00.000-07:002009-04-19T20:03:59.091-07:00Omar Don't Scare<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/SevmGHzjhPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MPV11aJPr-U/s1600-h/OprahOMG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oTLTMpxnb0E/SevmGHzjhPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MPV11aJPr-U/s320/OprahOMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326603977144632562" /></a>E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-18520374448690789632009-04-15T20:22:00.000-07:002009-04-15T20:41:05.725-07:00Catching the Big FishLately I've been having a hard time distinguishing between my subconscious feats and my lucid ones. I think it's due to an overactive imagination coupled with a feeling of dread for all things real. I even take myself out of moments lately that have the crippling effect of this reality. Other people's discussions about their lives and reconciling the world they live in are a far cry from the nagging doubt I have about my abilities to thrive and exist in the same realm.<br /><br />David Lynch prescribes transcendental meditation as the cure-all for these doubts, and as a gateway to the ultimate goal of "catching the big fish" - that moment wherein dream can actually become reality. I've never been one for mysticism beyond the occasional religious event, but maybe it's time I start thinking about a way to cope in a place full of confusing predicaments. For now, I think I'll begin a dream journal as some way to keep reminded of my own shortcomings and possible solutions to these terrifying events.<br /><br />Unfortunately I remain a child - a returned piece of scrap from a pile of mail at home informed me of my sad state; it was a list of a perfected end-game team of Pokemon.<br /><br />Keep dreaming.E.S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06374967808982556939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6111604554630010715.post-63486012119192326782009-03-23T09:06:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:08:02.590-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjvZOh4OzBs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjvZOh4OzBs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />What I would like to receive for my next birthday.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0