Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain...and most fools do.
- Benjamin Franklin

i'm in gryffindor!

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

On kuvaszes

A large, white, salivating thing has entered my life.

It is a kuvasz. He is six years old. His name is Harcos. He noticed that there was a bird. The bird, on the other hand, refused to admit that there was a large, white, salivating thing there, and continued his dinner.

So far, so good. I now have to see if he can be trained to sit at my feet, stare up at me, and say, "You are the best writer EVER!"

- Steven Brust


I met a kuvasz once. At the vet's. It was big and super-furry. It had the prettiest voice and was very friendly without being annoying or at all intimidating. If I were to get a large, white, salivating thing, it'd definitely be a kuvasz, as they are the very best large, salivating thing in the known universe. I would even have a bumper sticker that says, "I *heart* my kuvasz" and no one would understand it because no one knows, other than me and Steven Brust, what a kuvasz is. That'd be cool, my mystery-*heart* bumper sticker, but not as cool as my large, white, salivating kuvasz, whom I'd love in spite of it not being a cat. Especially if it sat there at my feet, being furry and warm, and told me I'm the best writer EVER (liar), as I need all the help with my ego I can get.

Sunday, June 27, 2004

Attention cephalopod mollusk-lovers!

Thought you might want to take a gander at this, Dear Octopusish Reader.

I post because I love.


P.S.

I do believe the infamous KDC posted the best baby announcement I have ever (and will ever) seen. I'd post a congrats on the Octopus blog, but he doesn't know who the fuck I am (I remember him from a few visits to the NYU SFF Club during the period when I was working at my first NYC job, but he has no memory of me), so it'd be creepy.

Quote of the Day

WTF
OMFG
ROTFLOL
I HATE L33T
SP33K SO DAMN
MUCH IT HURTS

- something positive

Friday, June 25, 2004

BWA-HAHAHAHAHA!
or "That's just so fucking wrong."

CATPRIN, a tailor for cats. Ever imagined dressing up your lovely cat into a fabulous beauty? You don't have to dress her everyday, in fact she might not feel comfortable with a dress on for days. Just dress her up only on special occasions like her birthday, takes a photo and that should leave you lots of memories and fantasies.
First off, considering how pissed off the cats look in the photographs showing the wares, I really don't think "your lovely cat" would ever "feel comfortable with a dress on" for three seconds, let alone long enough for you to take a picture of "her" humiliation.

Second, what the hell do they mean by "fantasies?" Is this some sort of superfreak fetish mixing furries' desires with actual bestiality?

That having been said, I think I want the frog hat and collar set for me. (I'll just tell them I'm the sad owner of the fattest cat in the world.) I'm also sorely disappointed that there is no sheep costume for cats shown, in spite of the intro cartoon having a cute, happy kitty in sheep's clothing, as I think the tiny costume would have been a superb Gary Day gift.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Or, you know, maybe Guillermo del Toro wouldn't be so bad for Order of the Phoenix after all

For Mr. del Toro, this is hard-core. He turned down a shot at directing the third 'Harry Potter' film because he nurtured a need to bring Mr. Mignola's colossal, monstrous-looking, Twizzler-colored champion to the screen.

-from Elvis Mitchell's review of Hellboy

I either did not know that or did not remember it. Either way, if I can't get Cuarón to direct the fifth Harry Potter movie, I don't think I'd mind del Torro trying his hand at it. Still, I'd rather have his directing another Hellboy movie and get Cuarón on book five instead. And seeing as Hellboy 2 has been announced (currently in preproduction, so anything goes), why the hell can't we get Señor Cuarón helming HP5, huh?

Whedonsday, far cooler than Bloomsday

It's Whedonsday.
...

Happy Birthday to the MAN, Joss Whedon! Our almighty turns the big 4-0 today.

Hellmouth Central

Monday, June 21, 2004

Captain Tightpants returns!

Thought a certain few of my readers might like to read the following from a Firefly fan messageboard
Firefly Movie - The Movie Blog
From: NATHAN_F Jun-16 12:34 am
To: ALL (1 of 173)

I can't promise you a weekly thing, the schedule keeps me on my toes and I type slowly. However, here's a bit of a blog for you.
First day of filming for me is not the first day of filming overall. That honor was Sean's and Summer's. But all were present when we arrived in the desert out by the old abandoned mine to begin what will be two weeks of exterior shooting. I can't tell you how it warmed my heart to seethe cast not only together (I've seen that a couple of times since the show's demise), but in costume as well. Jewel looks great in a version of her old green work overalls (has she gotten taller?). Sean is appropriately overdressed for what we are doing out there. Adam's T-shirt designs and gun belts will have the fans in a tizzy, I'm sure- he looks too cool for words. Ron has had a minor overhaul and reminds me of a native american Shaman, a logical twist. Summer looks both etherial and eerie (I hope I spelled those words correktlee) walking- no, drifting about. Alan looks both relaxed and tough in his new togs and has the best footwear of all of us. Morena, of course, is Morena. One look is never quite enough. It is easy to imagine the high class she occupies in the 'verse of Firefly. Gina fuses supermodel and badass in an outfit tailored to her physique. She's been working out, you'll see.
I couldn't be happier. Everyone has slipped right back in where we left off, but there is a difference. There is some kind of special magic in the ressurection. We all feel it. We are back in a way the series never could be. I have a glad heart when I watch Joss talking to the ship's crew. can only look at him and smile. I smile a lot these days. More even than I thought I would. Thank you Joss. Thank you Universal. Thank you crew. Thank you cast. Thank you cast especially for laughing at all the same old crappy material I used to use.
Captain Tightpants
The beauty part is that he actually signed off as "Captain Tightpants," which is so gorgeous, I "squee!"d when I first read it. Huzzah for Nathan Fillion!

Here's another "blog" from the good Captain.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Ugh

CNN.com - Bodies in lake identified as father and two sons - Jun 20, 2004: "PLEASANT PRAIRIE, Wisconsin (AP) -- A father and two sons missing from Chicago for more than a month were identified Sunday as the bodies that washed ashore on Lake Michigan bound together by nylon rope and tied to bags filled with sand."

Happy Father's Day. Eesh.

How thematically appropriate

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Saturday, June 19, 2004

The best animal

I read the following passage from The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
And people who believe in God think God has put human beings on the earth because they think human beings are the best animal, but human beings are just an animal and they will evolve into another animal, and that animal will be cleverer and it will put human beings into a zoo, like we put chimpanzees and gorillas into a zoo. Or human beings will all catch a disease and die out or they will make too much pollution and kill themselves, and then there will only be insects in the world and they will be the best animal.
and I thought, No, no, binturongs are the best animal.

Then I thought, Dear lord, what has Hal done to my fragile mind?

Confession

I feel I must confess here, to you, Dear Reader, about this thing I dreamed about. It took place in a series of dreams I've had which I won't go into 'cause it's weird and stupid and I kinda want bits of them to come true.

I don't want this part to come true. I want to fess up to my brain doing something so horrible.

I was talking, in the dream, to a friend who had just done something stupid. During the discussion, I described the girl who was his date as "Miss Hottie H. McHot."

I feel shame even now. I think I was being sarcastic in my dream. I hope I was being sarcastic in my dream. I am amazed that I could say something so stupid in a dream and not awaken, suddenly, in horror at having said something so stupid.

Agg! Augh! Gak! Phaugh! Brain hurts!

Dead poodle

I am about two thirds of the way through Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. It's my mother's copy, which is a first edition.

There are very light, random penmarks on some pages, as though she'd held the book open with a couple of fingers while doing something else, not realizing that that same hand had a pen in it.

I can't believe my mother would treat a book, let alone a first edition, like that.

The book is exceptionally good, which opinion I would have posted earlier into the book, except I couldn't find a passage which would illustrate the rhythm and flow of the prose. In case you have not read one of the many blurbs or reviews praising the book, I should let you know it is supposed to be in the voice of a 15-year old autistic boy.

And I realize that I told a lie in Chapter 13 because I said "I cannot tell jokes," because I do know 3 jokes that I can tell and I understand and one of them is about a cow, and Siobhan said I didn't have to go back and change what I wrote in Chapter 13 because it doesn't matter because it is not a lie, just a clarification.

And this is the joke.

There are three men on a train. One of them is an economist and one of them is a logician and one of them is a mathematician. And they have just crossed the border into Scotland (I don't know why they are going to Scotland) and they see a brown cow standing in a field from the window of the train (and the cow is standing parallel to the train).

And the economist says, "Look, the cows in Scotland are brown."

And the logician says, "No. There are cows in Scotland of which one at least is brown."

And the mathematician says, "No. There is at least one cow in Scotland, of which one side appears to be brown."

And it is funny because economists are not real scientists, and because logicians think more clearly, but mathematicians are best.
I'm not entirely sure you can get the gist of the book from this. Yes, there are some severe run-on sentences and a desperate need for commas and fewer "and"s, but that's the point. That's the voice of this boy, Christopher. It's an increadibly fast read for all of the slightly off English (which is slightly off English English, not American English, or, as my nephew P-- calls it, "American"). (Besides which, if you can tolerate reading my blog, you shouldn't have any trouble whatsoever with Christopher's manner of writing.)

If you read newspapers and magazines, like I do, you've probably heard of this book already. You've read praise and of random gatherings turning into book clubs to discuss The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time because that group of friends or coworkers or hockey fans discovered they were all reading the book at once. This also happened with The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay some years back. It'll be happening more now that The Curious Incident... is out in trade paperback.

This is the reason why cities don't need to determine what book everyone should be reading that month, as everyone will read the same book, eventually, anyway. If it's a good book, like Kavalier & Clay or Curious Incident, that's a good thing. If it's a bad book, like anything by Nicholas Sparks or Dan Brown, well, lament Western Civilization, then read a good book and hope to start the next book trend.

At any rate, test-drive it at a local B&N or Borders, where they let you read the books without bothering you too much. I'd recommend you then buy it from an independent bookseller, but I know my friends are poor/broke/cheap, so that probably won't be happening.

And, yes, Halifax, there is always the library, if there's a copy available. They let you read the books there without purchasing, too. But you can be pretty close to sure the book from the independent bookseller won't have been taken to the john for a long read, which you can't quite say of the library or the B&N books. Remember: the colour brown is bad because it is the colour of poo.

Friday, June 18, 2004

Okay, NOW it's updated

There are new photos (of NYC and the QM2) in my fotolog. Hope you like 'em.

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Um, no, not really

Actually, the post below is patently untrue. I have not posted new pictures to my fotolog. This is because the World Wide Web hates me and all that I do.

First example of this is the shit that's going down with two of my Yahoo accounts, which look as though someone else has been using them, though I've no idea how the heck I could prove that.

The second is the disappearing act a goodly portion of the code for my template did a couple of days ago, phht! into thin cyber-air.

Third is the lazy-whore attitude the usually friendly and girl-next-doorish Fotolog.com took with me during my attempt to upload pictures of NYC.

I'm going to bed now.

P.S.

Hal, do you still want me to read your book?

New pics

Please ignore the indicator to the right. I'm having template problems. I actually have updated my Fotolog. I'll probably do so again tomorrow. Maybe.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Goblet of Fire

Well, I know, the third HP movie just came out (I enjoyed it muchly and am desperately hoping Cuaron comes back for Order of the Phoenix, a.k.a. Book Five), but they're working on the fourth film now, so I thought I'd let folks who care (hi, Maggie!) know who's playing whom. (Info from CBBC Newsround. No, not all of this is listed on IMDb.)

Work on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire started a couple of weeks ago. And it'll be released in 2005.

(CBBC May 24 2004)

The film of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire looks like it will be a Dursley-free zone....

(CBBC Apr 7 2004)

"Reality stepped in, and that's where we are now"

Neoconservatives widely predicted an easy occupation followed by an immediate peace, followed by "a flourishing democracy which would cause a domino effect across the region creating democracies elsewhere," said Peter Singer, a national security fellow at the Brookings Institution. "And then the very first foreign policy position taken by this new democratic Iraq, run by their exile friends, would be to recognize Israel, and that would somehow end the Arab-Israeli conflict, and bunnies would dance in the streets, and we would find life on Mars."

excerpt from SFGate.com article: Bush speech alarms even war enthusiasts

Wait, why can't I have an unidentifiable animal traipsing about my backyard?

Check out the nifty mystery mammal in North Carolina. It's not better than a binturong--nothing could be that--but it's pretty keen.

I'm hoping it's not a PhotoShopHound, 'cause that would suck. (Stoopid PhotoShoppers, ruining all the fun of freak mammal finds for the rest of us.)

Between this critter of the South and the Alpine four-eared kitten, this is turning into the blog of mutant mammals. ... Whee!

Whedon Quote of the Week

"His job is a soul-sucking nightmare. And he's not prom king tonight, no sir, but he's part of why we got to have ten years total of shows on that network -- shows that wouldn't have lasted for... well imagine if they were on Fox. So factor that in. Later on."

- Joss Whedon on Jordan Levin

Monday, June 14, 2004

Quoting Fafblog, fit the fourth: Faf pie

Friday pie-blogging: Elite Saturday Edition

This is the Boston cream pie. It is creamy. It is rich. It is extravagent. It travels among the glitterati and the well-to-do and it is never out of place. It is so upper crust it does not need a crust. Everyone has good things to say about the schools it went to and the celebrities it hangs out with and its influential family. This is the old money pie.

And it is a good pie, a delicious pie, a pie as smooth and as silky as a limousine made of fur coats. But has this pie forgotten its roots? Has it become distant and cold to its fellow pies, like the earthy apple pie and the hearty pot pie and the homespun pumpkin pie? Or is all of this just the bitter whispering of jealous pies?

You are haughty and aloof, Boston cream pie and we resent you for it. But we resent you because we love you so. We crave your rich texture and priveleged upbringing. We pine for your easy socialite lifestyle and your creamy custard filling. Who does not want in their heart of hearts to be the Boston cream pie?

? posted by Fafnir

Sunday, June 13, 2004

'Ware the Feminist/Fantasy Lit of DOOM!

Apparently, when I'm feeling young, I'm all rabbity, but when I'm feeling old, I'm Morgaine. Hmph.

Odd bit of trivia: three times in the past five years I've been told I somehow, impossibly, resemble Jacqueline Kennedy. I don't, but it's interesting to note, considering the below, which is patently untrue.





You're The Mists of Avalon!

by Marion Zimmer Bradley

You're obsessed with Camelot in all its forms, from Arthurian legend to the Kennedy administration. Your favorite movie from childhood was "The Sword in the Stone". But more than tales of wizardry and Cuban missiles, you've focused on
women. You know that they truly hold all the power. You always wished you could meet Jackie Kennedy.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

'Ware the Rabbit of DOOM!




You're Watership Down!

by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Keep on rocking in the third world

I retook the Country Quiz, as I think I may actually be less crazy than I was, say, seven years ago, but I still wound up as a fucked-up, third-world nation, though suffering less evilly than the last one. (Geezie-creezie, the poor Sudanese.) Lovely.




You're Cambodia!

Life's been really rough, but it's slowly improving.  You know way too much about the skeletal structure of humans, mostly from being forced to study it.  This has given you a fear of many things, most especially the color red.  The future has to be more promising though, and your greatest adversary can now never come back to hurt you any more.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

This is really funny in a really evil, horrible, awful way



You're Sudan!

Every time you get a headache, you reach for some aspirin, only to realize that someone destroyed it.  That's just how things are going for you right now... it's hard to eat, hard to sleep, hard to not have a headache.  You try to relax, but people always jump on you about something that doesn't make sense.  If you were a goat, you'd be a Nubian.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

Saturday, June 12, 2004

Sharing with you

This is so beautiful, I'm doing bad, rude-internet-y things in order that you, Dear Reader, would see it. Baaaad kitty.


*snip*

I've decided to stop doing bad, rude things and just provide you with a link:
CLICK HERE FOR A THING OF BEAUTY

Quoting Fafblog, part the third: the Medium Lobster bids farewell to the Gipper

Ronald Reagan: In Memorium

On Saturday afternoon, Ronald Wilson Reagan ascended bodily into heaven. Long may he be remembered, for single-handedly destroying the Soviet Union as it was poised to conquer the free world; for rising up in the form of a winged dragon and breathing the pestilence of AIDS forth upon the American continent; for his courage in providing arms to the people of Iraq, Iran, and Central America to defend themselves against the dark threats lurking in Iraq, Iran, and Central America; for his stunning tax reforms, which made jewel-bedecked sultans of the poorest paupers in the land; for his recklessly and disastrously bringing the world to the brink of global nuclear annihilation while following the dark whims of Biblical prophecy and astrological portents; and most of all, for coming to represent all our preconceptions of what America should and shouldn't be.

Was Ronald Reagan the best president? No, nor was he the worst. But the important thing is that now, long after his passing, he can be idealized, transformed and transfigured by time and ideology into a symbol of everything we desire or loathe in America, so that Ronald Reagan the man is utterly erased and replaced with Ronald Reagan the Icon, a convenient projection of our most feverish motivations in animatronic Hall-of-Presidents form.

When we keep our leaders larger than life, they become larger than our ability to rationally discuss them. We apply wondrous sobriquets, classifying the giants of the Oval Office with Catholic precision, making saints and Mysteries of men. Who can question the fighting spirit of the Happy Warrior, or the resilience of the Comeback Kid? The very invocation of their names becomes a sacrament or blasphemy, and as long as we keep their memories blown wildly out of proportion, we'll nnever have to confront them.

And how much more comfortable that is for us. The danger of Reagan the man, after all, is that we might learn from him. The man was real - a flesh and blood president whose triumphs and failings might lead us to question our own preconceptions. Reagan the Icon exists only in our mind, a creature of our prejudices and ideologies - a figure from unhistory who threatens to teach us nothing.

¶ posted by Medium Lobster

We love Neil Gaiman

"I was having an incredibly respectable telephone conversation with an extremely respectable person this afternoon, and the subject wandered over to Basque whalers, the way that it does, and I was explaining that whale meat was one of the few red meats that the Catholic church historically allowed to be eaten on Fridays and during Lent. 'And, oddly enough, beaver was classified as a fish too,' I explained earnestly and helpfully and accurately. 'So on Fridays and during Lent people used to eat beaver.' There was the sound over the phone of a very respectable and respected person making a sputtering sort of snorting noise, and I noticed that statement was capable of meaning rather more than I'd meant it to..."

an entry from Neil Gaiman's blog

Whedon Quote of the Week

"It's a crazy-quilt of infotainment that like to call a 'film', and it just may be the best one ever made. Or one of the ones in the middle. Probably not the worst... I'm thinking middle. High middle. So buckle up and get ready for that patented Joss Whedon 'high-middle' excitment."

- Joss Whedon on Serenity

Friday, June 11, 2004

Friday, June 04, 2004

I have a say in what you see on your tee-vee

Interesting that I was contacted to do this viewer response thing to "Dads" a week after my sister's family was one of the Nielsen families. I made her TiVo the last episode of "Angel," so I think that may have had an effect on her results. Who knows.

Still, I find it somewhat ironic that the networks cancel my favorite shows one after the other and then ask for my opinion on their programming. Rat bastards.

At any rate, I watched the tape on Wednesday. It was...bad. I think I've seen an episode of it before, as I had a definite sense of deja vu while watching. It was a show about single, divorced dads coping with dad-hood. It actually could have been good, but mostly it was just very, very, very bad. The writing was dreadful, the direction/editing were horrendous, the kid actors made me wish for a killer clown to show up at the boy-child's birthday party, and one of the best-friend dads was so awful I hoped his ex-wife would pull a Lorena on him.

After a certain point, I wondered if they weren't sending out these tapes just to get the surveyed to watch television ads (couldn't fast forward the tape without messing it up due to its SPACE AGE TECHNOLOGY). The show was that bad.

Turns out they were actually interested in the response to the show, not the ads.

They called me about it today, and I told them the writing sucked and that the children must die horrible deaths. Well, not like that exactly, that would be rude, but something like that. Mom has done one of these before and says that it's unusual for the surveyor to ask questions which do not have preset answers from which the questioned chooses. I was allowed multiple sentence answers. I got very specific, but also mentioned I'd give any show a chance so long as it isn't a "reality" show. This is actually true. I've watched a lot of shitty sit-coms and hour-long dramas. When I say "CSI" blows chunks, you can trust I'm speaking from viewing experience and not out of my over-opinionated ass. If they got rid of a few of the actors, the writing team, and the director, the show might work. As it is, it cannot withstand the juggernaut which is "Two and a Half Men," currently the king of single-divorced-dad comedy.

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Whedon Quote of the Week

"What they wanted to change didn't hurt the show at all. It was just when they didn't want to make it anymore ... I disagreed with that note. 'Stop filming' was a note that, I said, 'I don't really get where you're going here.'"

-Joss Whedon on Firefly's abbreviated run on FOX

Good news for mutant cat, bad news for the X-Men in search of a pet

Looks like the four-eared kitten was adopted. Cute and fuzzy four-eared cats are obviously mutants, but
“She is not a mutant,” Loedermann said. “She’s just a plain and ordinary kitten.”
so I don't know what's up with that. I'd have taken her in, except I live on another continent, across an ocean, and I already live with two cats.
"She’s a bundle of energy but likes to be cuddled.”
Aw, how cute!

What pisses me off is the Alpine animal shelter had the temerity to neuter this wondrous specimen of four-eared felinity. Jerks. How dare they refuse to allow this Gene of Four Ears to continue. Bastards!

SPACE AGE TECHNOLOGY...in your very own HOME!

The tape I was sent to review a half-hour show (called "Dads", which doesn't bode well) ERASES ITSELF AS THE TAPE PLAYS. *cue moog music* Ooo-ooo-oo-oooooh!

This means I actually have to pay attention the entire damned tape, 'cause I can't rewind and rewatch something I missed. They obviously are not tailoring to the DVR viewer, who has accustomed herself to backing up to something she didn't quite catch or thought was especially funny. *sigh* Don't they realize I don't have that kind of attention span for things not printed or written down?

There's a packet I have to fill out before I watch the tape and a packet I have to fill out after I watch the tape. I don't get any money for this, but I am eligible to win cash and prizes worth $75. BFD. This is a lot of work just for the idea of potential money. Too bad I'm so dedicated to the idea of improving television (more Whedon! less "reality"!), or I could blow this project off this afternoon.

Ah, well, it'll give me something to do now that I'm done rereading the Vicky Bliss mysteries.