We’re home again after a week and a bit off in the west. We’ll put pictures up soon, but right now it’s time for some lunch.
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Comparative Gourmetology
If you’ve never had poutine — if you don’t know what poutine is — it’s a French Canadian food, consisting of French fries, gravy, and cheese curds.
I never thought I’d eat a food that made poutine seem light in comparison, but that’s because I’d never had a “Chicken Bake” from Costco before tonight.
Yikes. I ate less than half the thing and I still feel like I may never be able to eat again.
Indy
I went and saw the new Indy Jones picture-show* tonight, and…
…well…
…it wasn’t the film I was hoping for, but I suppose it was the film I was expecting.
Too many knowing nods to the audience; too many hat-related gags, like they’re trying to work an entire trilogy’s worth into one script; too much of Shia Leboeuf**—who may be a fine actor in his own right, I have no idea, but he’s not up to par with Harrison “Henry Jones Jr.” Ford; and an over-the-top climax that made me feel like they were trying to out-everything everything.
It almost felt like they made the movie, watched it, and said, “Needs more… something.” So they crammed it right full of in-jokes, winks, and armies of CG monkeys, ants, and gophers, when what it needed was more, let’s see, coherence.
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull: It’s like Raiders of the Lost Ark, with more cowbell.
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* You know. The talky.
** I’m sure I spelled that wrong, but I’m not inclined to look it up.
Nerd alert
This may be the nerdiest thing I’ve written here yet:
I got tuned in to a piece of tech news by a webcomic:
Flickrblogging — IMG_3392
“All right, everybody, turn left…now! Ha ha ha, Mike, you’re out. Okay, now, Simon says, everybody…tuck and roll! All right, now, Simon says…”
Mats
Last night three of us carried 5,000 pounds between us, down a flight of stairs, and loaded it onto a truck.
This afternoon five of us carried the same 5,000 pounds back up the stairs.
Judo tournaments are a lot of fun.
Late to the party
…again.
A friend of mine told me about Carnivàle when it was originally on TV. I don’t get HBO, though, and I wasn’t interested in getting hooked on episodic TV either (which worked out well, aside from a slight Battlestar Galactica addiction).
But the first season was on sale at Wal*Mart the other month, for like $20, so I said “What the hey” and bought it. Tonight I put the first disc in the player.
It’s pretty fantastic; the first episode was well laid out, with a self-contained story and the promise of more to come.
It seems to be a story of the war between good and evil, in 1934, during the Dust Bowl years. It’s well-acted, well-written, and the production values are unimpeachable. Ronald D. Moore, who produced this series (or at least the episode I watched) went on to “re-imagine” Battlestar Galactica, my addiction to which I’ve already mentioned.
This series promises to be interesting. Hopefully I can find the second (and, I believe, final) season somewhere too.
Very early sneak peek
From Cinder, still very much in early 1st draft (this is from the second scene, and it was only written about an hour ago):
Outside, vast energies swirled, sending translucent streamers of pale light shivering over the crystal of the great window. Through them, she could see stars, shivering and sparkling through the bow-wake of the shielding. One red star, at the window’s center, showed a broad disc, even at this distance. Sol, then. She watched it, bringing up filters in the crystal window to examine it without squinting or leaking more brine from her eyes.
After a dozen minutes or so she saw a tiny shadow right at Sol’s center.
“Is that Earth?” she said, touching the shadow.
»Yes, the ship sent on her private channel. »Please, I must concentrate.
She nodded. The ship was far too polite to ignore her, or to outright tell her to shut up.
The shadow swelled: a dot, a disc, a planet. A rocky black sphere, large enough to blot out the sun, and still they approached. She almost asked the ship why they approached in shadow, but realized that would tax the environment systems less.
“She” is Lady Schrone, who is new to a human body (hence the bit about brine).
I really want this story to work; I find the idea interesting, and I’m trying to develop enough points of view and storylines to go the distance. Let me know what you think.
Now I get it
I think now I grok the reasoning behind the large fonts in Web 2.0 applications:
It’s so you can still log in even if you’re drunk.
I mean, I’m pretty buzzed right now, and I can still sign into tumblr.
3‑word Galactica review
Holy, holy crap.