Meanderings Archived
02/03/06 - 03/06/06
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Meanderings Archived
02/03/06 - 03/06/06 |
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Why did they pick the silhouette on the right for the picture? First of all, is it a silhouette because a woman seeking an abortion should be anonymous and shamed? If not, it seems to give off that vibe to me at least. Plus, what the fuck is wrong with her head? Is that an arm coming out of her right side, or a right-angle support beam? And how about that female symbol. Forty karat, bling bling. Just a little weird. Of course I have a strange thing for these kinds of montage pictures. They bring in little generic symbols and clipart to represent all the variables in the story. Looks cheap as hell.
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Block Party (2006)
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The Girl Next Door (2005)
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The Aristocrats (2005)
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Corpse Bride (2005)
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The Malton Blues Again
Lt Shenanigan's diary from inside Malton is found here.
I'm way behind on movies. If I get the time, you can expect reviews of The Girl Next Door, The Aristocrats, Block Party, The Corpse Bride, and probably a few other I forgot.
Peeman sent me the link to a cool video of some guy composing a song from 30-something different cello parts. Worth watching.
I finally got my own copy of Firefox installed, mainly for UD. I have one UD tool installed already, and I was going to install a graphical interface but I think I'd rather keep the old fashioned grids for the time being and just rely on my imagination to fill in the blanks. Firefox itself is pretty awesome, a few quirks to get used to but it may become my main browser over time.
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Stuck Inside of Malton
My team was dropped into Malton sometime last week. Somewhere in Darvall Heights. I got separated from the group, and the infected killed all the lads. Except me. And my sideburns. My name is Lt Shenanigan.
For a day or so I wandered north through the streets of Quarlesbank, heading randomly for the large cell tower I spotted to the north. From there I made my way to a nearby Fire Station where I met my first survivors. It was a motley crew, mostly ex-military and law enforcement armed with small shooters and fire axes. I also met a scientist, Bobby Digital, who said there was a police station in the area, and suggested I might have better luck scrounging up kit over there. After a night I crept out of the fire station's back entrance. I was creeping down the street, hugging the walls, when I heard a low moaning sound in the direction I was heading. I peeked around the corner and spotted a lone infected staggering around in front of the police station. I crept up a bit further to get a better shot. It took four bullets to bring that bastard down but I did it. I ran into the Augarde Police Station. Met more survivors. Reloaded my weapon. Got a shotgun and a flak jacket. Caught up on some sleep.
I was there for a few days, making runs into the surrounding buildings, looking for supplies or infected stragglers to kill. I've ran into a few of them, but only managed to slow them down before I ran out of ammunition and made it to safe lodgings. Eventually I moved east, into West Boundwood. It is quiet here, but lately there are rumors of large infected mobs moving into the area from the east and south. I'm barricaded with another group of survivors in the Dorothey Police Department, looking for ammo and supplies. I shot up an infected today, but I couldn't finish him off. I'll have to hope my aim gets better soon.
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The Franchise
Mackus' Necrons pulled off a supreme late-game comeback to crush my Space Wolves yesterday. Here's the pictures. I will destroy that damned Monolith one of these days and the rest of his forces will be left to rot like salted slugs on a hot sidewalk (shakes fist)! The plasma guns I added to my Grey Hunters worked well, but even the sizeable dent I was able to put in his forces was not enough to prevent him from cleaning house once the Necrons got close in my business. I want a rematch, but that will have to wait until I try out Bro's old (but still quick) Dark Eldar.
I meant to add a certain link to that note about the Cecilian's Bachelors Party - a juicy craigslist entry. Shenanigans.
Did anyone else catch the webcast of the solo Jeff Tweedy show at the University of Chicago last Saturday? Good to know he's still out there mixing nice songs with overlong ramblings and super-irritating banter with people in the crowd (that the mic doesn't pick up anyway). There was a distinct shift in my feelings about JT and Wilco at the first ACL Fest a long while back. Not only did he go on and on with the same kind of pointless, confused blathering throughout the set, but then they threw in two (possibly it was three) encores and it pushed me over the edge. Never again live, I promised. It didn't help, I suppose, that it was nearly 100 degrees out and everyone was standing right in the afternoon sun while these cats went about their exaggerated indie rock star posturing. I still love the albums and the songs in the webcast were great but the allure of the third encore is forever dead to me. From anyone, really. I might make an exception for Tom Waits. He can fuckin encore all day long if he wants.
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Hey La, My Buoyfriend's Back
Made another trip down to Lake Amistad. Overall, it was a good trip with some great weather for February. You'll all be happy to know that the lake is well mixed right now. That's well important, init?
Sounds like McCecil's bachelor's party is shaping up nicely, no pun. I think we're all looking forward to some serious wifflebeer, and I expect everyone to be very professional and take the competition quite seriously. Except Mills and Shaney who have pussed. Is it me or is Shaney's job the most ridiculously easy excuse generator you've ever heard of? He could tell you why he can't make the party, but then he'd have to kill you.
Not a whole lot to write about these days. I'm hitting my paper pretty hard, trying to wrap this whole thing up by May. Don Knotts passed. That's a shame. There's a new Frontline available for online viewing about the insurgency which is pretty amazing.
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Pitching Hour
Played a spot of horseshoes last week with Mackus on Thursday and then again with T Wizzle on Friday. T was back in town for a weekend pop-in. Sometime Thursday night I hit a peak. Probably my lifetime peak. I was hitting a ringer every two throws. Too bad it was a practice game. It was downhill from there on Saturday afternoon.
Magma, where you at? Come on now, you know you want your ass kicked on DoW again. And that cometh right soon.
Shooter McGavin, our new vice president. Pretty silly media hoopla around this one. But honestly, how tailor made is this accident. I haven't heard any creative conspiracies around this one yet but I'm sure it's only a matter of time. This administration is starting to remind me of the Strike Team on The Shield. He looks a lot like Mackey bundled up there going into the Barn for an old-school crisis management huddle. Whittington must have been working for the Feds: he had to be taken care of. What was the bad guy's clever kiss-off line? "How about some salt with that pepper, Henry? Muahahaa..."
Ok, I'll probably take that last one back if the guy doesn't get better.
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Shit Just Happen
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Pop a Boner
Maybe it was the doldrums of the workplace that inspired this headline contest between myself and K-Lube for this article:
K-Lube: Boehner gets White House Post
Bully: Congress gets Boehner
K-Lube: Boehner Fails to Persuade Sen. Clinton in Congressional Probe
Bully: Republicans Tap Boehner
K-Lube: Boehner - Thrust into Leadership Role
Later they updated their own taglines (if you've never noticed, they do this from time to time during the day) and one currently reads "Boehner backs tighter disclosure." Ah well. Flick him, and he will go down. Just another talking head telling me that they've weeded out the bad seeds, no problems here, go back to your Tomkat and Brangelina and put yourself back on simmer.
Wouldn't you know it, they're pronouncing it "Bane-er" on the news. Mmm... no. Surely that's a German oe and I've got a bachelor's degree that says it doesn't come anywhere near a long a- sound. So sorry, you're still a boner.
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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)
(a) You're in the Johnny Depp Swooners club, and you'll see any movie with him in it, or (b) You need to eat a lot of candy and for some strange reason can't seem to work up the right appetite for itI myself don't fall into either category, so the remake seemed like a waste of time to me. Of course even if (a) applied, this would hardly be a memorable vehicle. The first one was perfectly fine. In fact the Oompa Loompa songs were much more tolerable in the original. Their revamping does nothing more than date this movie with a large, indelible, and very lame hiphoppy fusion 2005 stamp. And the end, while true to the book, just does not make a good movie ending. Boooring and way too goo. |
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Fuck Kinkos
My latest internet infatuation is Keith and The Girl, a podcast talk show hosted by a Queens, NYC couple. Very funny. Just Keith and his girlfriend Chemdra talking shit about pretty much anything. Uncensored and generally not giving a damn. New York style. A regular guest on the show, Patrice, has an amusing celebrity gossip website, Stick Then Move, that is also a new guilty pleasure.
I can't not give the Puppy Drug Smugglers my latest Good People Award. Eghhhh.
Iran says it will resist Bully Nations. Yeah good luck with that one. Mess with us and we'll make sure your holiest holy ends up caricaturized in some stupid political cartoons. Recognize. If you've never seen a picture of Mohammad, how do you know that the cartoon even looks like him? How are Norwegians going to know what he looks like? He's Mohammad just because they crappily write Mohammad on the back of the guy in the cartoon? Who gives a shit. Fucking own your shit. Or, you know, burn some flags. That'll teach the fuckers. "Bin Laden our beloved, Denmark must be blown up." You wanna take on Denmark? Shit, if blowing up Denmark will make you feel better about yourself, go on then. It's just Denmark.
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