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pop culture icon I want to be a pop culture icon not good or talented; per se but someone who in 5 years will have kitsch written all over them (hey, maybe even now) and the uncool cool kids with the striped sweaters will speak of me in reverant tones and I don’t want to do it for the money the fame or the women (though I wouldn’t refuse them were they offered to me) I want to be on a lunch box not those cheap plastic Aladdin ones I want my face die cast into the side so that I ping a little when you grab your pb & j I’m round enough to be on a thermos so I can take my lunch (and everyone will know who’s lunch it is!) to Arnold’s and eat with the Fonz and play a round of golf with OJ Simpson and the “real killer” buy long distance from ET or ALF or that space alien (what’s his name…Mike Piazza?) go on a reality show win a million lose some shame I really think I can do it and Scott Baio will no longer be in charge it’ll be me all me This blog stuff is boring me. I don't have anything interesting to say. Anything really important, and I'll let you know. Al Michael's analysis is spot-on....such an obvious call that you hate to have to waste it on a play like that. But you have to. And Madden, I doubt Steckey was saying "Bologna". Both teams seem to use a lot of movement, Rams-style. It works if you have a quarterback who can organize his troops. But it didn't work too well for the Giants. They started to really roll once the offense was streamlined. Just when I thought I was the only loser in front of the computer during the Super Bowl....Interactive TV. Does everything have to be corporate sponsored? When John Madden takes his half-time shit, will it be the Cottonnelle Halftime Dump? Comments on the Super Bowl so far: -I thought fighting robots were solely Fox's domain. -That Terminator intro was not exactly good. Arnold's starting to look old. -The Life of David Gale immediately catches my attention--because it stars my favorite actor, Kevin Spacey. http://espn.go.com/mlb/news/2003/0122/1497122.html This is surprising. To me at least. Pudge a Marlin. $10 Mil for one year? A steep price tag--will he be worth it? WARP2 courtesy of baseballprospectus.com: 1991: 3.3 1992: 6.3 1993: 6.3 1994: 5.7 1995: 6.5 1996: 8.3 1997: 10.3 1998: 10.2 1999: 10.4 2000: 8.0 2001: 8.2 2002: 6.3 I'd say about 7 WARP2 is a reasonable lowball figure...let's give him benefit of the doubt at shoot at 8. Is eight wins worth $10 mil? (I understand the deferment and all that--but still.) Mike Redmond could be expected to contribute about 4 himself--so that's really only a +4, IMO. Not worth the money, really. But perhaps as a PR thing, I can justify it. It's just that--by all reports--the Marlins seemed to have outbid everyone else by about $4 mil. That's a bit steep, no? http://www.dailyherald.com/sports/cubs_story.asp?intID=3764235 Rutgers student has reason to avoid class. Their next story? Sun rises, as expected. Apparently, Brownlie did skip class today. I'm curious what class it was. If it was a CS class, he may have skipped it for reasons unrelated to the contract negotations. I really wish, when I was in college, I could have gotten paid to not go to class. Oh wait....I did. Whoops. Surreal: Watching the LL Cool J halftime show with the sound off (I was watching the football game, but decided I already have too much LL in my life), and listening to Weezer's blue album. And what's with all the people in the plain colored T-shirts and jeans. WTF? Thought of the day: If the phrase "most trusted Internet psychic service" isn't damning with faint praise, nothing is. A short poem. Enjoy. Blue Screen when you’re in a movie and they put the star in front of a blue screen you can see a line between the outline of their form and the backdrop that replaces the blue behind them and you can pretend it’s you in their place but no matter how hard you try that seam will always be there in between you and where you really want to be I got Excel Saga volume 4 in the mail today! Whooooooooooo! I love Excel Saga. The new VA playing Excel in these episodes is OK, not as good as the one who played her in the first 3 volumes. Other than that, I must say these episodes are just sheer brilliance. These were the first episodes I saw, and they make even less sense in the context of the series as a whole. Ain't that grand? It appears the gears are turning such that I'll be made a permanent employee at my current employer. Um. Woooo. I guess. Life is strange. You never know who'll pop in and shake things up a bit. Even if you just write in a stupid blog infrequently. Keep reading. I'd love to hear from you readers. So I finally got around to watching Metropolis, which I had rented on Friday. Pretty cool flick. I must say, what is said on the IMDB site is right...the visuals are fantastic. The characters have this strange 40s-50s cartoon short/Gasoline Alley sort of look to them, which provides an interesting contrast to the cut-and-dried design of the machinery and the rather excellent CG. Some gratitutous use of CG towards the end is absolutely stunning. Story-wise, it wasn't terribly compelling, but good enough to keep me watching, especially just how pretty most of it was. I watched the subbed version--so no real comments on voice acting--the Japanese voices weren't good or bad--Pero was well played, but everyone else was fairly standard. Worth a rental, at least. Must of have looked damn cool on a big theater screen. I also rented the Powerpuff Girls movie. Yes. I did. For myself. Anyway, the movie plays much like an extended episode of the series. It wouldn't be the best episode (there's some real classics like "Bubblevicious" and "Meet the Beat-Alls" to contend with), but it wouldn't be the worst either. Some interesting parts, some cutesy touching stuff, and a pretty cool action sequence. Some nifty animation adds to the movie. It's not something you'd enjoy if you don't like the series particularly much. For fans, it's pretty good, but it's relatively short running time (73 min) is a disappointment. Next up: waiting for Excel Saga 4. Yippeee! I've had a lot of ideas for poems lately....here's another: Weddings the paper clip weds these two reports and with hushed “I do”s they move into a new desk with plenty of room to build a family and before long the desk is filled with reports and the kids grow older and move out in boxes marked “archives” then some other reports fall in love with each other and the thing holding this marriage together leaves them behind and they fall away from one another Been thinking again. Trying to regain control of my brain. It's going so-so so far. I just finished writing this: Probability Theory like marbles in some probablity theorist’s bag we’re all mixed together bumping in the dark looking for that hand to pull us out of this one by one selected all by random choice measured and calculated and we’re all trying to find some meaning in all of this business while the mathematican just counts and counts we’re all just numbers but we scratch each other scrambling for the answer but it’s down at the bottom of the row of figures on some mathematicn’s desk I'm not terribly happy with it...but it felt it needed to be written, so I wasn't going to argue. So, my brother broke up with his girlfriend today. Why do I mention this? Well, in the process of talking to him about it, I realized that I was saying to him the same things people say to me about not beating myself up and that I'm not a bad person or whatever it is they say (I'm usually too busy trying to come up with something negative to say about myself to listen...). So I'm trying to convince myself that, while there are things I'd like to improve, that I'm not a worthless piece of shit, and I do have things going for me. I just need to put the work in to make things better for myself, and I'm worth putting in the work for. At the same time, I'm having a conversation about picking up and moving away, and not telling anyone, so I can a fresh start. No reputation, no knowledge of my past, nothing. I can live in denial all day. It'd be wonderful. Everytime I've had a new start, I didn't how to approach people and start new friendships. I just hoped people would feel bad for me if I made well known that I was upset--so for a long time (and I probably still don't have my hands on it fully) I couldn't have a normal conversation with someone. This has been one of the biggest fears of mine: if I fix what's wrong, I won't have anything to talk about it, since most of my conversation is based on things going wrong. Plus, my problems have been, for the most part, the only way I've gotten people to be my friend. But I can't let the negativity stand in my way of what I need to. Get my head on straight, get a (real) job, get myself driving, get out of my parents house. Then we'll work on the women. But feeling like this, no one would want to be with me. I understand that, and it's starting to click a little. Hope I can keep it up. Conversation: Mom: "In case you didn't know, we no longer have a washing machine." Me: "Yes, well, my first hint that something was wrong was the big empty space right where the washing machine used to be." Thought for today: If people are just going to walk up them anyway, and get pissed off when you don't, why bother having escalators? WHoops again. Too much Madden 2003, not enough interesting stuff going on in my life. From Baseball Prospectus: Answers to Your top pitching prospect just threw 126 pitches in AA. How do you feel? "I'd pat him on the back. We're making babies out of farmhands in baseball today. Then we wonder why they don't go eight or nine." --Art Stewart, Royals scouting director "It would never happen. We'd probably be listening to the game on the Internet, and would call the manager before he had the chance." --Paul DePodesta, Athletics assistant general manager When you look at the standings next year, remember these quotes. My boss wandered over to my desk today at work. She then asked me if I "had anything to do". I had to resist answering "waiting to die". Only to see the look on her face when I said it. The X10 camera has a pop up ad saying, "Put this camera anywhere!". It's going to be exploring the bowels of the people who make it if they don't keep popping up on my computer. It's 2003. For me at least. I'm trying to contain my excitement. OK. Done. Another bleedin' year. Whoopedy doooooo. |
