October 14th, 2004
|07:07 pm - Best review I've ever heard...|
"So, if you like The Sims, you're gonna go friggin' monkeyballs over Sims 2." - Morgan Webb, X-Play cohost
I for one agree wholeheartedly.
Current Mood: gaming zen
September 11th, 2004
|06:10 pm - 9/11/01+3|
What an odd couple days this is. September 10th is our puppy's birthday, and he just turned 1. It's hard to believe that we've only had him for 9 months at this point. He's so very much a part of our family, like our cat Norman. Then there's today. 9/11 holds more than the expected emotional weight for me... that was my first day at my current job. I have to admit, it's a hell of a way to not have to worry about making a good first impression. Or working hard. Or barely at all.
Since then, I've worked (fairly) diligently at my job. And thousands more men and women have died as a result of the events of that day.
Current Mood: depressed
September 7th, 2004
|09:14 pm - CSI: Can't Stop I-balling|
Some people say that you can't have too much of a good thing. Considering that I'm currently watching my 12th (13th? 14th?) episode of CSI in the past 2 days... I agree completely. God, I love this show. autumngrrl says that she enjoys the show because she learns something new every episode. 2 episodes ago, we learned that you can make a lightbulb out of a pickle. Now that we've started watching CSI: Miami, and we're going to watch CSI: New York... maybe they should just start their own channel. Of course, then we'd never watch Survivor. Or The Amazing Race. Or Monk. Or Things I Hate About You.
God, I love Tivo.
God, I hate Tivo.
September 6th, 2004
Okay, so my life must not be interesting enough to post something every day, but you can't fault a guy for trying. But this is a good one.
Today, I learned how to knit.
Yeah, you heard me right. It's fun, and it's got a soothing monotony to it once you get going. Even learned purl stitching, I think. I dropped a stitch on my second purl row, and couldn't tell for sure if I was doing everything right before I unraveled the whole swatch.
Current Mood: accomplished
September 3rd, 2004
|11:25 pm - The next 60 days|
God, I can't wait until the first week of November is over and done with. I've already had my fill of politics, and we've just finished up the RNC. All that really means is that now the true mudslinging will begin. I never liked negative politics, and it just seems with each election cycle, candidates are getting more and more negative about each other. If it's not their war record, it's their voting history. Or their lack of vision. Or their haircut. Now, I'm a registered Republican, but I'm definitely a very moderate to left-leaning one. I mean, I'm all in favor of things like smaller government and tax cuts, but on the other hand, I also support gun control and women's rights. And I think that Dubya has royally fucked us, as a nation. If anything we're loathed more now than we were before 9/11. And it's not because we as a people have changed. It's because GWB dragged us into not one, but two wars in his first term. Without the support of the United Nations. Without the support of most of our allies. Without the support of most of the Arab nations. Hell, Bush Sr. at least had that much when he had his own version of "soldiers in the sandbox".
My wife and I travelled overseas less than a month after 9/11. I am more afraid to be an American overseas now, 3 years after, than I was 3 weeks after. And though he may not have all the answers, John Kerry doesn't make me want to either a) cover my head and hide, or b) make monkey noises, every time I hear him speak. 'Nuff said.
September 2nd, 2004
|10:36 pm - Got a joke for you...|
An Englishman, a Scotsman, and Britney Spears are all on a train, in the same car. Well, the train goes into a tunnel, and the car is thrown into pitch black. Suddenly, there is heard *smooch* *slap*. When the train exits the tunnel, the Scotsman is sitting looking smug, Britney Spears is looking confused, and the Englishman is rubbing his face, also looking confused.
The Englishman thinks to himself, "That Scotsman must have kissed Britney Spears in the tunnel, and she slapped me by mistake."
Britney Spears thinks to herself, "That Englishman must have tried to kiss me in the tunnel, but he accidentally kissed the Scotsman instead, and got slapped by him."
The Scotsman thinks to himself, "I can't wait until we go into another tunnel, so I can make more kissy noises and slap that bloody Englishman again."
Thank you, I'm here all week. Enjoy the lobster.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Seven Drunken Nights - Alex Beaton
September 1st, 2004
|09:49 pm - And they say that a Hero will save us...|
Okay, I really should post on here more often. So, I have decided to try and post something every day this month. I figure, if I can go one month with something even remotely significant to talk about every day, then I must be doing something right with my life.
I have to thank the Hollywood machine for making actors like Jackie Chan, Chow Yun-Fat, and Jet Li recognizable stars to American audiences. I have to thank film companies like Miramax for bringing films that these stars have made in the Far East to American audiences. And I have to thank American audiences for having a little more culture than one would assume.
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon was an amazing movie experience for me. It was completely deserving of its Best Foreign Picture Oscar. Hero, starring Jet Li, is one of the most beautiful and poignant movies that I have seen in recent years. I daresay that it's even better than CT,HD, and I will be saddened if it doesn't take home the same award.
Hero is about a nameless man who saves the king of one of the dynastic provinces of China from three assassins. The king asks this man to tell him how the three assassins were defeated, and this explanation is the bulk of the story. I can't say anything more without possibly giving something away. The settings, the cinematography, the use of color, are all superb. The movie was so good that I had a hard time looking down at the bottom of the screen to read the subtitles, afraid that I would miss something.
If you've seen Crouching Tiger, then you must see Hero. If you haven't seen it, then you need to see Hero, then rent Crouching Tiger. 'Nuff said.
Current Mood: contemplative
July 19th, 2004
|11:18 pm - Cons and Games and Stuff|
I love going to science fiction conventions. I forgot how much I love it until this past weekend, when I went to ConnectiCon here in beautiful West Hartford, CT. Now, ConnectiCon isn't your run-of-the-mill sci-fi con, either... It's an anime con. Yes, if you're a fan of the big eyes, small mouth set, then you shoulda been there. There were bad costumes galore, but no too-small chainmail bikinis. I'd have to say that Final Fantasy was represented most, but there was a good contingent of Sailor Moon as well.
Me? I wasn't there for the anime. I wasn't there for the costumes. I wasn't there to meet the guy who played Chewbacca (never saw him, actually). I was there to game. See... I love gaming. And I'm a huge fan of Steve Jackson Games. So much so, that I've joined a group known as the Men in Black, or MiB. The MiB is a volunteer organization of gamers who spread the joy of gaming in general, and Steve Jackson Games in particular, to the world at large. I was at the con to run a tournament of a game called Munchkin, which is one of the greatest card games I've ever played. It's all of the fun of Dungeons & Dragons, without all that silly roleplaying. You just kill monsters, steal their treasure, and stab your friends. Face off against such hideous creatures as the Auntie Paladin, the Plutonium Dragon, and the Mighty Germ. Strap on your Boots of Butt-Kicking, your Kneepads of Allure, and your Unnatural Axe.
No, I'm not making any of this up.
Anyhow, I think I've managed to talk autumngrrl into getting back into the con thing. We're looking at spending a day at the World Science Fiction Convention which is being held at Noreascon in Boston this fall. Woo hoo!
Current Mood: bouncy
Well, I think I've sufficiently recovered from the visit to my mother's over the Fourth of July weekend. Time to get some of this out of my system.
3 (well, maybe 4) Things I Learned in My Mother's House
1) My little brother just might be even more of a porn hound than I am.
I'm still a bit in shock over just how many Playboys and Penthouses I found in my younger brother's room. I was not joking when I said that the stack was about 2 feet tall. Now, if you figure that the average issue of playboy is, maybe, 3/8" thick... you do the math.
2) As hard as it is getting old, it's harder seeing your parents get old.
I knew that things with my mother weren't the greatest for a long time - she could never remember which of her sons she was talking to, and would run through a list that usually included at least one pet. But seeing her home now... there's something really wrong. The place is just dirty. There are newspapers stacked up from months ago, in the living room. I cleaned out my brother's room while I was there (he moved out in 1999). I couldn't walk through the laundry room because of all of the clothing and crap strewn about. And there were boxes in her garage that hadn't been opened, moved, touched, or dusted since she moved into the house, circa 1993. And I don't even want to get started about the kitchen.
Okay, maybe a little about the kitchen. It was terrible.There was open food on the counters, and absolutely no room in the refrigerator, because of the weeks of leftovers inside. A woman living alone does not need that much food. A family of 8 doesn't need that much food.
3) Something worthwhile really did come from my time in college.
I changed majors about as often as I changed dorms. The food was tolerable at best, except for Lucky Charms and chocolate milk. I learned just how bad my study habits could be. I had my life threatened by my ex's new beau. But I did one thing right. I made one friend that I know I will keep for a lifetime. Rachel goes by friscokitty here, and while we were in Monroeville, my wife and I met Rachel and her husband for dinner. I hadn't seen Rach in about 10 years, but it seemed like it had only been 10 minutes since we had last talked. I think more than anything, that is the truest definition of friendship.
Oh, and one other thing I learned... never forget your prescription sunglasses at a Pizza Hut on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. It takes way too long to go back and get them again.
July 2nd, 2004
|10:00 pm - *shudder*|
Well, that was hideous. autumngrrl and I just spent the past few hours cleaning out my little brother's room. He left quite a few items behind when he moved out to the left coast. There was an old TurboGrafx 16 console, a Sega Saturn console, several items of jewelry that I think he meant to give people as gifts, half a dozen different gun belts and holsters (Matt is in the Air National Guard, so he has a reason), about 100 rounds of various calibers of ammo... oh yeah, and a STACK OF PLAYBOYS AND PENTHOUSES TWO FEET TALL! Wooga.
Tomorrow... we take on the garage. There are boxes in my mother's garage that haven't been moved or opened for over 10 years. This should be a treat.
Current Mood: scared