Friday, December 11, 2009

Sleeping With The Television On

Ford 3
It's hard to imagine that I (me, of all people) is almost annoyed about not having television service. Granted, I won't be able to watch the new Doctor Who series when it starts airing, or even the next two specials. I have completely missed that they started the fourth season of The Venture Bros. All of the television that is on right now. Three shows I would watch. One is network, one is on the BBC, and one is on Cartoon Network. All in all, as long as I am patient, I am not going to worry about it.

This really made no sense did it?

I've still got it! Even after all this time!

Go ME!

How Many More Times

Jesus Sense
It's good to know that after all these years, we haven't lost it.

Either that or I am hallucinating. Which is also, at this point, possible.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Sippin' Booze Is Precendent As The Evening Starts To Glow

Spike
This has been quite the amazing week.

Work is amazing. My pretty Jeep hasn't started since Friday. And no, I don't own a time machine. Tried to make it turn over this morning, and got very little.

I got apples and plants for Christmas.

Thus so far.

I broke my watch. I loved that watch, it was amazing! Now it's gone. Or rather, it's no longer functional self is sitting on my desk taunting me.

I watched Star Trek: Generations last night. Made much more bearable by the commentary of Mike Nelson & Kevin Murphy of Mystery Science Theater 3000. I had forgotten that the villain of the piece was Dr. "The Dark Lord" Sauron as portrayed by respectable British Actor Malcolm McDowell.

Bohemian Rhapsody, as portrayed by The Muppets is quite possibly the most amazing thing ever.

There are other, more shocking and scandalous things that have happened more recently than this morning, but there are now watchful eyes.

Making with the watching.

Always with the watching?

But who watches the watchers?

Paranoia can be amusing, can't it?

Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killin'?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I Am Iron Man

Cat 3
In the tradition of I, Robot comes I, Ronman, the story of a shy college student who is bitten by a radioactive guy named Ron. Our hero's DNA is transformed, his body taking on the attributes of Ron until - hang on. Apparently we got that wrong and there's nothing remotely that cool going on here. It's Iron Man and from what we're told it's just a guy in a metal suit. Kind of looks like a Transformer. Fights another guy who looks like a Transformer. And you get to see Gwyneth Paltrow's back. And it's directed by the guy who did Zathura.

Not only that, it made a gajillion dollars, no doubt because people got confused and thought they were seeing I, Ronman.

But Mike, Kevin and Bill put aside their collective disappointment over it not being I, Ronman and give it the most iron fortified RiffTrax yet!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

ETI

Ford 1
If the government has no knowledge of aliens, then why does Title 14, Section 1211 of the Code of Federal Regulations, implemented on 7/16/69, make it illegal for US Citizens to hve any contact with extraterrestrials or their vehicles?

Friday, November 27, 2009

I Love...

Starbucks
I love that we live in a society where the "Busiest Shopping Day Of The Year" is now more important than the holiday that it follows. People skipping family time to line up at the shops for the "Amazing Deals" on "Crap We Really Don't Need."

Granted, that could just be "My Biased, Crowd-Hating" personality talking here.

Just ignore me, everyone else does.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

It's Two AM The Fear Is Gone

Jesus Sense
A thing I have been trying to figure out for quite some time now...

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. He is a social outcast for almost the entire song. The implication is that everyone (Santa included) thinks he is useless and a freak of nature. His fellow reindeer treat him as such. They never let him play in any reindeer games (whatever that may entail). Then suddenly, through the culmination of some freakish (I assume) circumstances and highly unfortunate weather, Santa suddenly sees the light (literally), and the idea hits him in the way that a train hits a sofa left carelessly on the track...

"I have this freak of nature with an electric nose? The hell? Might as well make the best of the situation!"

Bam! Suddenly Santa finds a use for the formerly useless Rudolph. Pulls him out of the stable or limbo or wherever, and puts him to work.

Now one would think the other reindeer would have some issue with this. Suddenly being one-upped by the freak they had been ignoring and humiliating for some unrecorded number of years, but no! They are all cool with it. Next thing you know, the song ends on a happy note.

What is the message I am supposed to take out of this song? It's okay to abuse and ignore someone who is different until someone more important comes up with a use for them? Or that it's okay to do that to animals?

Either way, I thought discrimination of any kind was bad?

I realize I am completely missing the point of the song, so if someone wants to clue me in, I will be forever in their debt.

Thanks!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Before I Go Insane

Ford 2
For anyone who has ever had a conversation with me and then started wondering "what in the hell is wrong with me?"

The answer seems to be here...

Asperger syndrome is an autism spectrum disorder, and people with it therefore show significant difficulties in social interaction, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests. It differs from other autism spectrum disorders by its relative preservation of linguistic and cognitive development. Although not required for diagnosis, physical clumsiness and atypical use of language are frequently reported.

Asperger syndrome is also called Asperger's syndrome, Asperger (or Asperger's) disorder, or just Asperger's; it is named after the Austrian pediatrician Hans Asperger who, in 1944, described children in his practice who lacked nonverbal communication skills, demonstrated limited empathy with their peers, and were physically clumsy. Fifty years later, it was standardized as a diagnosis, but many questions remain about aspects of the disorder. For example, there is lingering doubt about whether it is distinct from high-functioning autism (HFA); partly because of this, its prevalence is not firmly established. The exact cause is unknown, although research supports the likelihood of a genetic basis; brain imaging techniques have not identified a clear common pathology.

There is no single treatment, and the effectiveness of particular interventions is supported by only limited data. Intervention is aimed at improving symptoms and function. The mainstay of management is behavioral therapy, focusing on specific deficits to address poor communication skills, obsessive or repetitive routines, and physical clumsiness. Most individuals improve over time, but difficulties with communication, social adjustment and independent living continue into adulthood. Some researchers and people with Asperger's have advocated a shift in attitudes toward the view that it is a difference, rather than a disability that must be treated or cured

Saturday, November 14, 2009

And I'm Telling You Son, It Ain't No Fun Staring Straight Down A .44

Ford 1
So I have this shiny new (well, 9 years old) Mac. It is a PowerMac G4 that is running OSX 10.4 Tiger. It is basically an amalgamation of three broken computers I put together and then replaced some of the old insides with newer insides just for a lark. It seems to be working out pretty well. I do like it, and it is an interesting challenge basically learning to use a computer again.

Although I do see why Apple ships their stuff with such huge monitors these days...

Friday, November 13, 2009

Enough About You, Let's Talk About Life For A While

Spike
I am strange. No need to argue, I am calling myself out on that one. I have strange rules about things. Two of which seem to need rethought I think. I will not ask a girl out if I am working and she comes into mh place of employment. Just seems unprofessional. I won't argue if she were to say something, but I won't start it. The same applies to a girl working at a place like Starbucks. I figure they have to deal with that pretty often, so I try to leave that alone.

I meant to put more, but I am going to sleep instead of hanging around until the Mac's drive is finished cloning itself. Dang it, I need to buy dirt on the way to work tomorrow.

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