Happy Birthday, BeaucoupKevin!
Big gamma-green cheers to you and yours!
Moment of Lyric (via)
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Walkabout was pleasantly fruitful. I’ve got a touch of color on my face, put in a solid bout of workout, a comfortable, but long10ish mile meander. I need to get some new shoes. Remembered to wear my ballcap today, so the sun didn’t scald me too badly.
Yahoo podcasts now work in Mozilla as well as MSIE!
Superman, Batman, Jesusman and the problem of the corpse on Hollywood Blvd.
Originally uploaded by shadowplay.
Uh,wha?
CompUSA called me today, apologizing profusely. He said that it was still on back order, but it will take between one and two *MORE* weeks to arrive. I asked him what could be done to expedite things, and he responded that he was very sorry, but really nothing.. that they didn’t even have a loaner machine to let me chew on while I dealt with things. I’m really pretty exasperated at the whole situation.
Today at work, there will be a few confrontations, and I’m not part of any of them. I suspect they may turn ugly. Detail to follow tomorrow or Monday, no doubt.
I remember watching the Skipper Chuck show right before school. There isn’t a Floridian who was a kid between 1959 and 1979 who doesn’t remember Chuck Zink and his show. It was truly part of South Florida, and Mr. Zink will be sorely missed. I encountered his show when my family was living in Marathon. Thank you Mr. Zink for doing your part in making our world a better place. Peace, Love and Happiness to you on your journey.
I don’t know a lot of Florida Natives… Kat and Kev are the only two folks I can think of off of the top of my head who might remember the show.
Well, no new Dr. Who until the Christmas special, now. The season finale was pretty solid, all told, if a bit “Star Trekky” in the resolution. (Not in the “fixed everything in the last 5 minutes sense” but folks will know what I mean when they see it.)
Scotto opinions
Rose becoming some all-powerful time-being by sharing the soul of the TARDIS, fixing everything and leaving the bad wolf footprints behind. The new regeneration of the Doctor looks quite youthful.. I’ll be interested in seeing how well he does following the last one’s excellent performance.Via the CBBC News-, “Just days before the current run of the sci-fi show is due to end, its makers have revealed that there are at least two more series to come. … In addition to two more series, there will also be Christmas specials for 2005 and 2006, the show’s makers said. That means Dr Who fans have a total of 28 more episodes to look forward to when the current series ends. Billie Piper will continue playing Rose until at least the end of series two. … The show’s main writer, Russell T Davies, said: ‘What was most pleasing is that people have been watching this series as a family. I think a children’s show should have a full range of emotions including grief and comedy.’ A few hints have also been dropped as what viewers can expect from the new episodes: The new doctor will have a new outfit, we’ll be seeing more of Rose’s boyfriend and her mum, and scary aliens called the Cybermen will be making a return.”
Scraped my beard back to a goatee, for the time being. It should help me in my quest for some side-contract gigs, believe it or not. I’ve found folks more willing to enlist the aid of a smooth-cheeked/furry-chin over the “wild man from Borneo” look. I think I look a lot better with some facial hair than without it, so the goat is the way to go.
MP should be in town on Thursday! Maybe I can drag Danny along, if I’m not feeling too selfish.
Why is it that I like old school TV shows with magical cuties (like Bewitched {as long as it’s not a “magical ailment episode, however much I like Dr. Bombay.} or I Dream of Jeannie) but New ones, like Buffy just leave me cold… even with *multiple cuties*? It’s not about them being “empowered”… I enjoyed the first few seasons of Xena just fine. I take it back, Charmed is growing on me. I think my issue with Buffy is that I’ve seen *every* badly written one, and none of the good ones. If every time I turned on original Trek, and got Spock’s Brain, I’d probably think it was poo, too.
I’m a bad science fiction fan. I Like Original Series Star Trek, and and DS9 that doesn’t involve the planet under the station… but all other Trek has been rather bad, too. Maybe it’s when a show panders to a specific audience, rather than a general group is when I lose interest? I’m a bad RPG pen and paper gamer, too… I remember my favorite games not being like what I think the majority of gamers were into. I’m not into Monty-haul or munchkinism… but neither was I into all-story, no combat games, either. I liked an excuse to get together, socialize, eat some snacks, and do a combination of role play with actual resolutions, and a little bit of combat war gaming thrown in on the side.
Things that I wasn’t too crazy about was accounting for every tent-stake or each inch of rope…. or more than one session of “foraging for food” or “staking out the enemy”. A half-session is great for setting the mood… five episodes in a row is a nightmare.
Actually, I take back the combat thing… I’d have been happy if it only happened once every four or five game sessions. I speak in the past tense, because it’s been an age since I’ve actually had a sit down at a table and played. I suspect I’m not up to a stint at a gaming table for more than four hours these days… flopping on a mushy couch could be good, but I wonder if my sleep-instinct would overrule my gaming instinct in a comfortable environ with large gaps between any opportunity to act?
Ok, that was a lot of nerdish. I think what I’m feeling lately is a lack of touch with that side of me. I still like science fiction/fantasy… only, it’s more mainstream these days. I hate to say it, but I liked the Incredibles more than the Lord of the Rings film. I like Discworld and the Hitchhiker’s Guide a lot more than Snow Crash or anything by Anne Rice.
I wonder what’s caused me to go to the more intelligently written humorous and light pieces rather than the more drawn out and sometimes downright padded stuff. Things that are in a colorful world with interesting characters, headed for a resolution in the same book rather than a dodecology. Even Zelazny’s Amber series, while fun, caused me to run out of steam at book eight of ten. The vast majority of the Discworld books are self-contained, but if you read the lot of ’em, you can enjoy a bigger, richer picture. I’ve already read Tolkien’s stuff, so I’ll probably never have to read any Tolkien “homage/clones”.
More Scotto tastes / opinions:
Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser was a good time, but Elric isn’t really my thing.
Most Robert E. Howard good, most H.P. Lovecraft, a snooze (with notable exceptions on each side.)
Phil Farmer’s Riverworld Great, the rest, poop.
Speaker for the Dead – good, any book in that same series after #2, horrid.
Almost all of Asimov’s stuff is too dry.
Almost All of Bradbury’s stuff is smiley fantasy disguised as sci-fi, and that’s ok, in medium doses. His best work is short stories adding up to a common book.
Mercedes Lackey, Ursula Le Guin, CJ Cherryh, Anne Mccaffrey – Have one good story to tell, and repeat it over and over with names and locations changed.
Harlan Ellison – I like him in small doses. Can be a bitter pill, but works wonders with what he’s got. Short stories are the ticket, to alternate with Bradbury… sunshine and thunderstorms.
Stephen King – Good when his writing is tight, and isn’t allowed to flob all over the place. The Gunslinger series started off great, and fell apart. Still a great universe to write stories in, if you sidestep the “add people from our earth” element. I dug the The Shining and The Stand quite a bit, and some of his recurring themes like Flagg are swell.
Clive Barker… not so great. A few nifty ideas around which a padded story is written, and it feels bloated, or stilted.
Larry Niven’s Gil of ARM stuff is pretty sharp. Ringworld series… ugh. Lucifer’s Hammer, good. I never know what I’m going to get with him, but I’ll usually risk it.
Phillip K Dick, early stuff, Excellent, later stuff when he got whackadoo, not at all.
Neil Gaiman is Jim dandy, as is Terry Pratchett. Not as good when they write together, but still decent.
Community Series, like Thieves’ World, Wild Cards, Man-Kzin Wars, etc. Amazingly hit or miss.. but I usually like them, just for the sake of seeing multiple writing styles and perspectives on a bottled universe. I wouldn’t mind doing a shared universe writing project with GrayPumpkin, Mootpoint, and all the other writers I hang with online and off.
The Wizard of Oz books are a popcorn pleasure.
Mark Twain can do no wrong. (most of his stuff is satire, with only a little fantasy in there)
HG Wells and Jules Verne works for me, too, but that might just be young-Scotto nostalgia creeping in.
Edgar Rice Burroughs can be hit or miss… Tarzan and John Carter.
Doc Savage is more fun than The Shadow… but both fall into formula writing at times.
Tim Powers is a good example of cross-genre stuff that works.
I dug the Screwtape Letters, but Narnia never clicked for me.
Stanslaw Lem is weirdly appealing to me, as is Kurt Vonnegut.
As a kid, I liked Marvel Comics more than DC. Spidey is mighty Kid-friendly, but I really liked the team books… Fantastic Four and Avengers were always a hoot. Superman/ Batman Family were fun, but I just liked Marvel better. As I got older, I got into Silver Age DC, too.
I wonder how much my tastes will change over the coming years? They haven’t much since college (I was bigger into HPL and Nuts & Bolt’s Sci-fi back then…)
I’m still a book ‘ho. If someone puts a tome in my hands, Odds are really good that I’ll read it all the way through.. unless the first 100 pages causes me to quit on it… but those are rare.
In other news, I prefer Early 70s football-head Tony the Tiger to the extreme-sports post-2003 Tony. Check out his evolution.
I am very susceptible to advertising, it seems. I could go for some fresh flakes for breakfast.
Funny term of the morning… “poop-chute”.
I haven’t heard that in ages. That rates up there with Fart-knocker.
Quick Scan of the LJ indicates the last time I typed it out was on 6/22/02, in a silly chat with sweetalyssm, when a fellow lj-pal was talking about gut-issues. so, it’s been just about three years later.
Moment of Lyric: (Listen here, 2nd from the end)
Dil Ye Bechain Ve, Raste Pe Nain Ve
Dil Ye Bechain Ve, Raste Pe Nain Ve
Jindri Behaal Hai, Sur Hai Na Taal Hai
Aa Ja Saanvaria Aa Aa Aa Aa
Taal Se Taal Mila, Ho, Taal Se Taal Mila
Dungeons & Dragons illustrator, Minneapolis native, dies
MINNEAPOLIS – David Sutherland, the Minneapolis native and illustrator whose images helped lead the fantasy role-playing game “Dungeons & Dragons” to success in the late 1970s and 1980s, has died of chronic liver failure. Continue reading 7453 –
Sing it on Home, TR. (music and graphics, high nostalgia factor for me)
RIP, Uncle Thurl. Your talent is one that will felt long after your passing.
FULLERTON, California (AP) — Thurl Ravenscroft, who provided the rumbling “They’re Grrrrreeeat!” for Kellogg’s Tony the Tiger ads and voiced a host of Disney characters, has died. He was 91. Continue reading 7394 – Have fun with Walt and Ms. Leota.
Prairie Dogs Move Into Cemetery, Bones Move Out Continue reading 6948 – Go, go , go-go gophers…
GEORGE TOWN, Grand Cayman – The dead rose from their graves in the East End cemetery during the dark, wee hours of Sunday morning, Sept. 12. Continue reading 6944 –
Haven’t heard much from bro lately. I assume that he’s up to trouble with his band of no-goods. (or was that Noodles Romanoff?) I’m not currently stressing about it.
It seems that There isn’t as dead as I thought it might be. Another major update is coming shortly, and the world still seems to have a lot of activity. I’ve gone from living in a house there to being a squatter, just setting up wherever I decide to relogin. I haven’t spent a therebuck since the top of this year, if that. I don’t foresee needing any for the rest of my life in There.
It was H.P. Lovecraft‘s Birthday yesterday… still haven’t decided where to go on walkabout. Maybe I’ll do the cemetery thing after all. Supposedly haunted by Rocky Marciano, too.
FOREST LAWN Memorial Gardens Central
499 NW 27 Avenue
Ft. Lauderdale, FL. 33311
(954) 581-9033
If anyone cares to join me, I’ll be bringing a thermos of lemonade, a bit of pound cake, and A mix of White Zombie (it is not heresy… and I will not recant.), They Might Be Giants, and 60’s TV show themes as mp3s on the palm.
For the Record: I’m sort of in Kevin Matchstick / Silent Bob mode, sans baseball bat and overcoat.
red/white and black stripe-dyed T-shirt, long black cargo shorts, white socks, black sneakers. Hair down, 24-hour stubble on cheeks and jaw.
Blog of a guy walking form Nebraska to the East Coast. He prefers to do that rather than look for work.
Personally, I think he’s got some serious dysfunction issues, but it’s interesting to see progress. current post Looks like a lot of folks are considering him a vagrant.. people feeding him, and cops giving him a ride to jurisdictional lines. He certainly is homeless and a transient.
Speaking of which, It’s time for me to go a hikin’… until later, dear journal.
Cloak of levitation optional.
Just close your eyes, start living in your mind, and see what you can find.
I sometimes wonder if pod is shorthand for piece of dirt. Usually, like today, I don’t think so.
Sugar Water Cibo Matto Video. Pretty Sharp synced movements. Split screen, the story is told forward and backwards simultaneously.
I’ve never been crazy about going into space. I like my oxygen where it’s plentiful, and I don’t have to rely on someone else to get the mix right. Space is beautiful, but it’s also cold, and empty… with the very occasional ice, rock and burning star. I think that I’m happier earthbound and surrounded by all the stuff here.
Anyone who makes a Dave Chapelle joke about Rick James kicking the bucket had better be pretty creative, or they get three “you’re lame” points in my great big book of everything. You can make all the “super freaky” cracks you want though. Heh, I said crack, and he had a cocaine problem. Unintentional.
Random TMI Factoid – Newton *hates* when I burp at him after eating animal crackers. He gave me a bob, weave and head shake to recover.
I’ve never met my family in any of my travels through time, but I’ve narrowly avoided myself a few times.
Rev. Moon’s submarines sold to Kim Jong-Il empower a nuke threat to the West Coast
Not a joke, though I wish it were.
To Lighten the mood… Magical Trevor.
I don’t even really drink, but I really dig these cocktail demons. I wonder if they make monkeys?
current music: Fibber Island
The Museum ‘f Art trip was ok, but short. Three major exhibits, and little things here and there.
All of the following were taken with ye olde palm camme… sneaky-spy like.
In the indigo room… everything there was blue, and looked aquatic. Those are hands reaching for the noggin.
Once upon a time a little old lady was on a bus, who ever so slowly bought a transit ticket from a bus conductor. She fretted and fussed with her gigantic purse for the correct change… After 15 minutes of impatient waiting, the conductor became so enraged that he hit her on the head with the ticket-dispenser, and the poor old dear died instantly.
Not surprisingly, he was convicted and put on death row. Just before he was to be electrocuted, his last request was for 12 pounds of bananas, which he devoured.
They strapped him into the chair, flipped the switch, and he just sat there, smiling. According to tradition, this was considered a reprieve from God and he was freed.
Somehow he got his old job back, and he was happily dispensing tickets when he saw a girl stick her gum on the back of a seat on the bus. Furious, he lunged out with the ticket dispenser, broke the offender’s neck and killed her.
Again, he is convicted and sent to death row. He again ate the 12 pounds of bananas, and lo and behold, the electricity did not harm him. This time the executioner cleaned the contacts, made him sit in a bucket of water, he tried everything – but still the guy wouldn’t die. So again, he was set free.
Amazingly, he regained his job. It took him 1 day to lose his temper and beat to death a young boy who started to chew his bus ticket. He returned to death row, ate the bananas, and survived the electrocution.
At this point, the executioner can take no more – his professional pride has been hurt. Before setting the fiend free again, he asked him his secret – “What is it with the bananas?”
“Oh, the bananas have nothing to do with it”, replied the man. “I’m just a bad conductor.”