Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Closing out the programs

I finally got to see the revenge of the sith. I might mark
myself as an uber-geek, but I really liked it. There were some
sucky clunky parts (who made Natalie Portman so ugly and
why?). But you had to love Yoda crawling through a tunnel
to escape, I wasn't sure if it looked more like bruce willis in
Die Hard ("come out to the coast, we'll have some laughs) or
a typical scene from Star Trek in the Jeffries tube.

The main thing is that Lucas created a fairly plausible story
that showed all the things that were implied back in 1977, such
as 'Vader was created when fighting Kenobi in Lava', or
'Palpatine killed all the Jedi'. It wasn't perfect, but it did a
much better job than I expected given all the whining and
gnashing of teeth I've read about.

Also I liked that I got to see the film, since I got sent offshore
unexpectedly the day it was released, I was slightly worried that
I'd get killed offshore and my tombstone would read: loser-who
never got to see star wars end.

My favorite star wars event of the past month was the
final entries in the Darth Vader weblog. This captured so much
of the Vader backstory so much better than Lucas did, that when
someone remakes Star Wars in 10 years (probably all 9 movies
in over 9 years, Luke will be played by Mary Kate and Leia by
Ashley) , I hope they fill in the Vader story using the text of this
blog. The best entry in the Vader weblog was the one dealing with
the Death Star system checkout:

The bottom line is that, with the exception of one department,
every system promises to be one hundred percent for
tomorrow's big test. The chief of the errant division was
apologetic, but I was unimpressed. He said, "We'll have the
internal security sensors operational before the week is out,
of that much I can assure you with nearly full confidence,
Lord Vader."

"That is insufficient."

He shrugged and shook his head. "What can I say? Good,
fast, or cheap: pick two."

I pointed my gloved hand at him and he began struggling for
air. He clawed at his throat, his eyes bulging as he slid off his
seat and hit the floor. He convulsed briefly before the final
stillness. "You're fired," I said.


I know I've said "good, fast or cheap, pick two" before, but it really
does piss me off when other people say it, I just can't crush tracheas
with my mind. (luckily)

Anyway, Star Wars - liked it. I just watched the final apprentic and
24 on Tivo, and I'm happy with those too...I'm just wondering what
will happen to Jack Bauer next year.

Wow. no more mass media 'till football season starts.


Sunday, May 29, 2005

Flickr

This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

100 words

I've been watching Lawrence at Is full of crap participating
in the 100 words or Les nessman competition, so I posted
my own 100 word story to their contest today in their comments
section (ya gotta go look at the picture there):

As the air temperature dropped, the hairs on his forearm
stood up. The course flannel of his uniform was scant protection
from the chill of the downdraft, but it was all the protection he’d
get on this assignment.

He struggled to get the rapidly forming tornado in the frame of his
camera, but it was difficult since the descending vortex was
coming straight down at him. His camera and netpod were ripped
from his grasp, pajamas torn from his body as his limp form spiraled
upward into the worsening storm. Pajamamedia weather services’
first death in the line of duty.

[yeah, well kinda sucky, but exactly 100 words isn't too easy]

It's a small world after all

When I was in england last month I stopped off in london
to do the tourist stuff, and I got a couple of pictures at
the Horseguards parade. The picture that I'm in (not shown
here), I tried to take next to the horse without petting the
horse like everyone else was doing. I ended up with a picture
of me and the horse turning to look at me and saying "what's
up with the non-petting" like a giant dog. A giant dog with
a soldier holding a sword on its back.

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Strangely enough, I noticed over at vodkapundit that he has
pictures of the same guard on post from his visit to london.
(looks like it anyway)

Anyway, here's another picture that I liked, I took it on the
Victory, looking aft from the front of the ship:

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The ship is in Portsmouth, where I spent a whole day. I think it would
have been better to take a tour from London, I saw one tour advertised
for Portsmouth, Stonehenge and the south which was about as much as
my train fare from Newark to Portsmouth. Oh well.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day...

Kelly over at suburban blight has a question: Is it better to
work at a job you don't like for more money, or work at a job
you love for less money ($10-15k less)?

I think that if there is something that you know you love, and
people are willing to pay you money (not just beer) to do it,
then you should do it. To me, the hard part is finding some
vocation that you love and are good at that will actually pay
the bills. (apparently sitting and drinking in strip joints
doesn’t count as a vocation)

On the other hand, if it is a choice between a job you like and
a job you don’t really like too much that has a short commute
and pays more, then you have to go with the more money plus
more time at home, not in traffic. The difference isn’t the money,
it’s the like versus the love. All jobs are slightly unpleasant in
some way, that’s why they’re called jobs, not fun.

On the gripping hand, I would never suggest anyone do a job
they hate for more money. As someone who has done this, it
will suck your life and youth away before you know it. Once
your theme song changes from Old Man by Neil Young to Time
by Pink Floyd, you know just pissed away your youth.

Of course, things worked out for the best. If I didn't work offshore
I would have never gone to south america and met my wife. So all's
well that ends well.

Offshore blogging

This may be a historical first. I'm blogging from offshore on
the drilling floor of an operating oil rig. [A quick check on
Google for offshore, blogging, oilfield turns up a lot of hits,
mostly from the left "it's about oooiiiillll", so I may be first.]

who-hoo first at something.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Steel Beach blogging

I'm offshore this week, working atop the world's tallest
freestanding structure
, enjoying what might be called Spartan
living conditions, except that a spartan would probably stab
someone with a spear if forced to sleep in bunks three high.

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Luckily, offshore I'm away from the news so I can't be too pissed
off about Newsweek printing lies and traitorous trash. I feel good
about the fact that I've hated Newsweek for a long time, since
as a teenager I sent in a card for 4 free issues of Newsweek.
When I tried to cancel the subscription I got a bill instead.
I ended up paying for a subscription that I didn't want and I decided
then, more than 20 years ago that I would never pay money
for an issue of Newsweek again. Bastards. I hope they go down in
flames.

Since I'm offshore I haven't been able to see Star Wars yet. I'll be
the last geek on the planet to see how Vader gets made... oh well,
it'll be there next week.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Vive El Sapo

Jeremy over at Who Knew? has created the Che-lectro™ Plasma Generator.
This can be used to turn any photo into an icon of the left, in
the same way that Che Guevara's sainted visage looms out at us
from all the humus encrusted t-shirts worn by the 'progressive'
students at any University or community college in world.
("Dude, I'm getting my 2 year degree in electronics so I can help free
the masses from their bourgois hellholes. Pass the soldering iron")

My best Chelectrolized photo is of a native member of the "Green"
party. He was dating a facist pig, but now is leading the fight to free
the working class. Here is Kermit Guevara:

kermitguevera.jpg

Japanese Lunch

I’m over in New Orleans for work and I was bs’ing
with a client and the discussion turned to blogs and the
war on islamofacism. We were discussing blogs that we
both read, especially LGF and The Belmot Club, when he
made point worthy of Wretchard at the BC.

My client suggested that it would be a good thing if the Japanese would invite the Iranians to a very exclusive lunch. There the Japanese could explain from their past history that if the Iranians actually acquire nuclear weapons, the most likely outcome is that the Iranians will end up as mostly radioactive dust, or as my momma would say: “it’s gonna end bad”.

The Japanese have the perspective of someone who tried to take the US to the limit and got nuked for their trouble. In the end the US has suffered some guilt and shame for nuking the Japanese, but most Americans and certainly our current president would make the same decision again. 200,000 of the enemy dead instead of possibly 1,000,000 US soldiers dead is a trade we’ll make every time.

The same decision-making applies to the Iranian situation as well. As soon it is believed that Iran has successfully built a bomb, Iran will be elevated from a troublesome country whose government doesn’t like us to a nuclear target.

As Wretchard has pointed out several times, the calculus of nuclear war can be worked out. Once a nuke goes off, the cold logic of nuclear war that was worked out over 50 years during the cold war will take over.

There will be shame and guilt on our part, and some protests at the World War III museum when the Iranian exhibit opens up to show what the Iranian nation looked like in the past when it existed. But we’ll still be here and they won’t.

Our Japanese friend can explain all this, then take a sip of wine and say to the Iranian “You look a little pale, like a ghost walked across your grave. Try the wine, you’ll feel better”.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I want to be free too

I was reading IMAO for the normal strange humor that
they write, when they pointed to a new blog called
"I want to be Free" where the author discusses with fear
and trepidation quiting her job to pursue a freelance
career so that she will have time to write. I wish her much
success, her writing is good enough to inspire a drunken
haiku (are there any others? -editor). go read it.

Wow. Pretty impressive. There are definite times when
I can't go to the office for fear of saying 'fuck you I quit'.
Just accidental like, as the words slip out, I'm suddenly free,
unemployed, broke, divorced, unhappy, with no purpose in
life &etc.

I think I'll just keep my nose to the grindstone, and when the
urge to scream 'fuck you I quit' becomes too strong, I'll just slap
my hand over my mouth and keep my hand down like a character
from Dr. Strangelove, (no sieg heil here) then escape across the
street to Big Johns Bar. Sit there, drink bud lite and be amazed
by people with the courage to escape.