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Friday, March 31, 2006

...thank God, it pours!

Two positions have opened or are about to open for which the Big Red Barn has taken an interest in yours truly to fill. I got an interview for one in a couple of weeks.

Wish me luck.

I got siht to do, so no "webcomic without art" this week. Here're the previous installments.
It's a day late and, to be honest, probably more than a dollar short. Accurate? Hmmm...

You scored as Vampire. So you're a vampire, that's wonderful news.

Vampire

100%

Vampiric vampire hunter

69%

Human

50%

Vampire Hunter

44%

Where in the vampire world do you fit.(Pics)


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Fcuking Tom Cruise...

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Because sometimes, you just want to harpoon a motherfcuker: Aquaman.

(Moby Dick says, "Hello," btich!)

Monday, March 27, 2006

I have to simultaneously geek out and blush from embarassment.

I open my email and find that one of my currrent favorite comic book writers, Brian Wood, left a comment on my other blog! I'm like, "Oh, my God!!!"

The comment he left, though, was about a gaff I made when I was talking about one of his books. I didn't feel this stupid when I invited Fr. Guido Sarducci's to a party at our house in college (he was a U.D. alum) as I was getting his autograph. Nor have I felt this embarassed and semi-afraid since that time in Athens when DocGyi spotted me idly doing knife work and cimande on cardboard boxes.

The last time I thought to myself, "Stupid blog!" was the time B emailed me and said, "Hey, a silat guru just challenged you on your blog!" (It was a joke on B's part. Otherwise, I'd be dead today.)

Anyway, sorry, Brian!

The rest of you, check out his site. I recommend Channel Zero, Demo, and DMZ.
Meet the man who rules 75% of the Earth's surface: Aquaman

(Watch him live out Rumsfeld's and Cheney's ultimate power fantasy.)
I'm sure Eddie "The Twister" Bravo (one of those few who've managed to get a Gracie to tap out) is proud to see his student, Fear Factor's Joe Rogan, following in his footsteps.

(To be fair, the dude apparently called Rogan out on MySpace, so I really don't have any sympathy for him.)

Sunday, March 26, 2006

us at the falls
Us at Taugahannock Falls in upstate NY.

It was a nice day on Thursday, cut off from the rest of the world almost like our honeymoon. We did some exploring on the west side of Cayuga Lake. We visited two out of a kabillion wineries around the lake and a great dive of an Italian place.

Just her 'n' me, simple and free, as the song goes.
Another four-panel, 2x2 webcomic without art.

1
DON'S furiously typing on his laptop in the middle of a crowded coffee shop. He's got headphones on amidst babies crying, people talking, barista's serving coffee, etc.

CAPTION: 9:00 P.M.

CAPTION: TRYING TO MEET A DEADLINE.


2
Medium shot of DON and THE WIFE. WIFE looks like death warmed-over, carrying a bag. DON'S got a bag, wheeling her suitcase behind him, and is holding her up as if helping her through the desert.

CAPTION: MIDNIGHT

CAPTION: PICKED UP THE WIFE.


3
Inside of a funeral home. A random crowd in the background. In the foreground, a casket, flowers, and a wreath. Off to one side is THE WIFE hugging her MOTHER. Behind them, DON checks his watch.

CAPTION: 11:00 A.M. THE NEXT MORNING.

CAPTION: AFTER A TWO-HOUR DRIVE.


4
WIFE is curled up in a ball under the covers of the bed. DON'S sitting on top of the bed with the laptop, typing.

CAPTION: THAT AFTERNOON.

DON (thought): MAN, THAT WAS A LONG ASS DAY. FINALLY, I CAN GET SOME WORK DONE--

WIFE: I HEARD THAT.

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(Previous Installments)

Thursday, March 23, 2006

...will be back next week. Today's the Wife's and my first anniversary.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

I just found out that instead of going to (a suburb of a suburb of) Rochester this weekend to visit with some friends and see their kids perform in a high school play (where one of them steals the show), the Wife and I need to attend a funeral. A sad, but appropos segue to this week's test:

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy

In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.
You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.

Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho
He wanted respect. He lost his orange shirt and his left hand and replaced them with a hook and a bad attitude: Aquaman!

(But, he still talks to fishes.)
They're not quite out yet, but trust me. I've been music drunk listening to these albums for the past couple of days, and have only sobered up just enough to write this before I put myself under again.

There're a few full streams available (try here or here). Now, I'll have to admit it up front. I don't know what sax player Walt Parazaider was smoking when he said they were trying to "stay away from that 'Hard Habit to Break' formula." It might've been crack, because except for a couple of tunes, that's basically the formula of the first half of the album. That's not really a slam, though. The production is well done (though, maybe a bit overdone in some places). I have to say that usually with any album (even a Chicago one), I can usually find at least one track to absolutely detest. Not in this case. I did wish it would've sounded a bit more like Robert Lamm's Subtlety & Passion, but instead it sounds like a 21st century, musically-intelligent, AOR album. And, unlike the 80s, (a) there's only one song sans horns, and even that was remixed with horns and stuck at the end and (b) they actually get to stretch as musicians. No, it doesn't sound like Chicago VII, but they're a different band with equally good musicians as well versed in their styles than any of their replacements, and that's what you hear.

And now, the one woman I'd seriously consider leaving my wife for (I know you're thinking, "What an ass!" but The Wife says exactly the same thing about me and Jet Li.):

There isn't a more experimental musician than Cassandra Wilson. None. And, I don't mean "experimental" as in "do some stupid stuff while intoxicated and then try to tell me I'm not hip enough to understand it." She's an explorer, singing in all the spaces between jazz, blues, bluegrass, rock, pop, gospel and coming back to record some of the most beautiful pieces of music (the only really applicable label) you'll ever hear. Period. End of story. I'll duel anyone who thinks otherwise.

With Thunderbird, producer T-Bone Burnett pushes her even further, throwing in some ambient and trip-hop grooves in the mix. I was skeptical at first, like when Quentin Tarantino heard that Zhang Yimou was going a kung-fu movie (Hero). I asked, "Why should she bother?" Now, I know. The album does have some tracks with the "typical" (for lack of a better word) Cassandra Wilson sound, stuff as good as anything in Belly of the Sun. Not too much in the Traveling Miles direction, but I'm not complaining.

I can honestly say it's been too long since I've been so completely absorbed in anyone's music.

Okay, I'm getting anxious and cranky. Need another dose, now.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

More McSweeney's goodness:
And with the growing popularity of this damn ultimate fighting, the rules of engagement have been redefined. Now any Joe wearing khakis could possess the skill set of a Brazilian jujitsu master. One second you're telling Chadwick that he can't take his drink outside; next thing you know, Royce Gracie's protégé's got his legs wrapped around your neck like an anaconda, choking you out. For $10 an hour, you can keep that shit.
From "A Seminar for Nightclub Bouncers, as Conducted By a Big, Menacing Former Doorman Who Abhors Violence"
by Amir Farhang and Omid Farhang

Saturday, March 11, 2006

1
I've given up (for now) on Collected Stories by Gabriel Garcia-Marquez. His style is just too far over my head. I'm reluctant to even go near Isabel Allende's The House of the Spirits.

2
I love prophets, so I recommend Channel Zero by Brian Wood. This is a fictional ad from the fictional world in the story where Church and State run the media.

Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us

EDIT: This was first released in 1997 by Image (Then subsequently in September of 2000 by AiT/PlanetLar).

3
Yes, it took me a week to recover from the par-tay, partly because of what I'll call "The Blue-State Blues," in this case, the amount of static and hassle to get your car registered and inspected in the state of New York. Okay, I admit, it wasn't really "static and hassle" except in comparison with what you have to go through in Ohio, which is (outside of three counties) nothing. So long as the lights work and you don't have your car looking like something out of Mad Max, you're not going to have any problems.

Ah, the Libertarian diatribes that will spill out of someone who's under the weather to begin with, and had a bout of insomnia the night before. It's horrible, I tell you.

4
Here's something interesting that I didn't notice until recently. The next time you watch an episode of Law & Order, any of them, pay close attention to the opening credits after the title sequence runs. Count how many people are credited as a "producer" of one sort or another.

5
Everything is a weapon.

Everything.

6
There is no...number 6.
Another four-panel, 2x2 webcomic without art.

1
DON is sitting at the dining room table with a huge grin on his face, wrapping a birthday present for the WIFE. His cell is on the table and it's ringing.

CAPTION: BIRTHDAY PRESENT: BOUGHT AND WRAPPED WITH A WHOLE DAY TO SPARE!



DON: HA-HA!

SFX (phone): BRRRNG!

2
Close-up of DON on the phone. It's the WIFE. Any of the joy he felt in the last panel looks as if it's bled away.

WIFE: I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW! IT'S GOING TO BE THE BEST BIRTHDAY PARTY EVER!



WIFE: YOU DID EVERYTHING FOR TOMORROW, RIGHT?


WIFE (linked): RESERVED THE GUEST ROOM? GET THE STUFF FROM THE STORE? DON'T FORGET WE HAVE TO DECORATE...



CAPTION: CRAP!

3
We're in a lounge-like party room: couches, soft chairs, a table with a cake, food, balloons, and a banner over it that says, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" DON'S haggard-looking, but smiling, standing next to the happy-as-a-clam WIFE as they receive a line of about 15 various and sundry people (and a few kids) with presents and bottles of alcohol.

(NO DIALOGUE)

4
CUT TO DON and the WIFE, sitting on the couch in the party room. The food's eaten, the presents are opened. The place is a wreck. The WIFE is surrounded by all kinds of cards and presents; she's in heaven. DON'S in heaven, too, with two bottles of leftover wine, two cases of leftover beer at his feet, and a brew in his hand.

CAPTION: HOURS OF FUN AND LAUGHTER, LATER...


WIFE: THAT WAS AWESOME! LOOK AT ALL THE PRESENTS!


DON: MMMM...TELL ME ABOUT IT!

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(Previous installments)

Thursday, March 09, 2006

You scored as Dr Gaius Baltar. You have betrayed humanity, for a blonde. However you'd rather people learnt to just get past that. After all, you never meant wipe out the human race. Luckily you are cleverer than everyone else, so no one will ever know. Even though they look at you with suspicion behind their eyes.

Dr Gaius Baltar

100%

Tom Zarek

69%

Number 6

69%

Capt. Lee Adama (Apollo)

56%

Commander William Adama

56%

Lt. Kara Thrace (Starbuck)

50%

Col. Saul Tigh

50%

CPO Galen Tyrol

50%

Lt. Sharon Valerii (Boomer)

44%

President Laura Roslin

38%

What New Battlestar Galactica character are you?
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So I saw this washroom. I stopped in, but it was full of those "types." You know, queers and queens. So one of them tried to kiss me... and I said, "No! No, no." But he just kept kissing me. Why would he do that?

No, wait...that was Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy.

He sang, "Don't you keep me waiting for that day"--and that day's coming, just like I keep telling you all it will!
Sunspot activity to peak in 2012
posted by Jonathan M. Gitlin

The year 2012 might not be such a good one if you happen to own a satellite or a lot of shares in the electricity generating business. That's because 2012 is being forecast as the peak of the next sunspot cycle, and physicists are saying it's going to be an active one.

From Ars Technica
2012--mark you calendars, just like the Mayans did!

Thursday, March 02, 2006

To carry on the Withnail & I theme, I need to say that I am, "indeed, drifting into the arena of the unwell." I know my body's fighting off whatever The Wife had last week. Does that mean I dress properly when going out for drinks last night? Of course not. It's been quite chilly up here, lately. We have not, however, taken to covering ourselves in Icy Hot and standing by the radiator.

I can feel the grooves at the back of my throat created by post-nasal drip. And, I've barely been able to keep my eyes open since coming back from the DMV. The lines weren't long, but the freaks were out in force, let me tell you! It was like being in social work again. I was lucky, though; I got to witness, from a distance, a mildly mentally retarded man go off on the help. He was in line as The Wife was getting waited on, though, which made me nice and hypervigilant first thing in the morning.

This weekend is The Wife's birthday, with loads of activities planned...loads...anyway, we've having dinner at her mom's on Friday, and then Saturday afternoon we're taking over the party room of the apartment complex with twenty of our close friends. This'll be fun!

...which means I plan on sleeping all thru Sunday.
"I'll moirder the pair o' ye's!!"

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Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You?

Ta me air meisce
Ta me air meisce - 'I am drunk.'You enjoy a drink - or five - now and then. You can usually be found in a pub - it doesn't matter which one, because they all look the same after a few drinks - or hugging the porcelain.

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