Monday, December 31, 2012

Winding Down 2012

I've spent part of my last day of 2012 at the doctor's office to finally get them to check out my eye.

Nothing says "awesome" like hitting the doctor's office on New Year's Eve, let me tell you.

At least I've got meds.

I can already see the CHP is out in force today. Everyone's being a good little driver... or else.

My car keys are now safely tucked away. Not getting behind the wheel for the rest of today. I plan to hunker down, veg out, watch TV or play on the computer, and when the urge hits, drink some beer.

There's worse ways to end the year.

Farewell, 2012. You were a better year than 2011 by far.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Combating the Sloth

I've been a slug for seven days. I've eaten, drank, eaten, debauched, and essentially been a waste of human skin.

It's been delightful.

I even broke down and got myself a Zachary's Pizza under the theory that I'll behave myself in 2013 (no, I don't believe that lie either).

German rauchbier and Zachary's garlic and mushroom deep dish go well together. Just sayin'.

I've felt guilty, however. All I've done is watch my DVD set of the Cadfael Mysteries (look it up) since Xmas when I haven't been at a bar or what-not.

So to day I broke out the bike and went for a ride.

It's astounding, just astounding how out-of-shape I've become.

Astounding, not surprising. I guess there's little difference, so it wasn't all that astounding.

I rode a few miles along the shore, wussed-out, went home then forced my lazy arse out the door to go for a run. Didn't get terribly far for many reasons then came back home and made myself do a hundred push-ups and a hundred sit-ups.

Feeling good, I then had some Zachary's pizza and some beers. No sense getting any kind of net benefit out of this...

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The 'D' is silent.

Saw Django Unchained.

In brief: see this movie only if you're a Tarantino fan. It's got all the basics you'd come to expect from Quintin Tarantino's films.

You know:
  • Campy, over-the-top violence
  • Campy, over-the-top acting
  • More campy, over-the-top violence
  • And it's too goddamn long by a good hour
Someone needs to explain to me what Australians were doing in Mississippi in this film.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Review: Doctor Who - The Snowmen

So I saw it. "The Snowmen" is the latest episode of "Doctor Who" and the latest Xmas Special.








Spoilers follow:




















Still there?



Okay...


So the Doctor is hanging out in Victorian London. Context is more helpful if you've seen several of the lead-in mini-eps that are about on the Internet. Helpful, but not necessary.

Creepy things are afoot. Ian McKellan's disembodied voice is using psychic snow to plot to take over the world.

And the Doctor, heartsbroken (see what I did there?) over the loss of Amy and Rory, doesn't give that much of a crap.

The Doctor is in some kind of weird partnership with Madam Vastra (the Silurian sword-wielding detective), Jenny (her human lover/wife and ninja-maid), and Strax (the miraculously-revived Sontaran psychotic nurse turned comic-relief butler) where they act as front people for him and he... offers nothing, as far as I could tell.

Enter Clara. Clara is a barmaid and a nanny. She's sharp. She's sassy. She's a cutie. She gets the Doctor involved in the appearance of strange snowmen who like to eat people.

Clara follows the Doctor to his fairytale-like life living in the TARDIS on a cloud at the top of a crazy-tall stairwell.

Why? Don't ask these questions.

Clara gets the Doctor involved and shenanigans occur. For details, watch the episode. The story was entertaining, but had a few weird bumps that come of Moffatt trying to do too much in too short a time.

The real story was establishing Jenna Louise Coleman's character as the Doctor's new companion.

A little bump in that road, as she dies in the episode. Oh, and she's the same character (kind of?) as the character of Oswin from "The Asylum of the Daleks". So... yeah. Weird mystery.

So the Doctor is off to find his new girlfriend... um... yeah. Okay, did I mention all the kissing?

Don't get me wrong, Coleman is hot, funny, and charming but the Doctor is not supposed to get that touchy-feely with humans. Even his "marriage" to River Song was very oddly cold as he treated River like shit as they exchanged vows.

Oh wait. Isn't the Doctor married now? WTF?

Whatever. It was a fun episode. I'll even call it a good one but still has flaws.

EDIT:

Pros:
  • Clara's engaging personality and hustling
  • Vastra, Jenny, and Strax
  • The new TARDIS interior
  • Ian McKellan's cameo
  • The fairytale feel
Cons:
  • The excessive clownishness of Strax
  • Hitting everyone over the head with the gay marriage thing. We get it. Stop being so hamfisted, Moff!
  • The Clara-Oswin mystery. I can already tell this is going to be annoyingly complex and stupid.
  • Falling to the ground. Was that really necessary? Really?
  • The human family. They were such a poorly-executed afterthought.
  • The snowmen. Just... really?
On the Fence:
  • The invisible ladder, long stairwell, and cloud for the TARDIS.
  • The memory worm.
  • The unexplained high-tech gadgets.

Happy Pastamas!

May the blessings of the Flying Spaghetti Monster be with you and you be touched by His Noodly Appendage.

In a good way. Unless you're one of those people who really likes bad touches.

I've got BBotE in my blood and will soon join family units in family stuff.

The only downside to life is the damn eye problem I have making me incapable of wearing contact lenses. Gah. Oh well. No need to dwell on the little things.

Oh, and for those of you celebrating Pagan stuff, joyous Yuletide and belated Happy Winter Solstice.

And Merry Xmas to those into that sort of thing. I made it 'till the 22nd before I got hit with "The Little Drummer Boy". So close...

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Welcome Horror

22 December 2012

Craving sustenance and a pint of something to fortify the blood against the nameless horrors of the season, I stepped out to the local pub for a pint or two and a bite.

Upon returning to my abode, I found a strange box by my front door. Curious, I took the parcel within as I returned via my unlit hallway. I felt quite inquisitive as to how the parcel arrived on my doorstep. Did the locked doors of my building fail to stop the normal street traffic?

I set my various belongings aside, cast my umbrella to its place in my coat-rack, and opened the parcel.


From within compact packing materials, this sinister countenance was buried. It stares forth at me with a baleful presence demanding sacrifices of rum and juices mixed together in a proper manner so as to satisfy a dark and endless thirst that sets a mortal mind to a gibbering madness.

I set this strange idol aside as I investigated the parcel further. I am not certain where the strange appendage that emerges from the vessel came, but I choose not to acknowledge such for fear of my own sanity.

More was discovered within:


Memory tickles at the mind. It barely overcomes a near-mindless thirst that is all-consuming.

I fear there is more from whence this eldritch vessel came.

Perhaps the Mayans were not so incorrect as we were led to believe...

Friday, December 21, 2012

Yes. Exactly like this.



(Found on RPG.net

So....

Looks like the world is still here.

As far as I can tell, Australia, Japan, China, all those folks on that end of the International Dateline are still here.

So the lesson here is not to let folks on the same wavelength as Harold Camping twist stuff into hysteria, eh?

Unless you find that stuff amusing. If that's the case, carry on!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Tick-tock goes the nutter clock

According to the frothing masses of the Internet, tomorrow is the doomsday of the Mayan calendar running out of time-units or somesuch crazy.

Are you ready for zombies/aliens/earthquakes/Rapture/lizard people/comets/asteroids/chainsaw-wielding monkeys/Cthulhu?

I really wish I'd gotten that Apokatana.

I'm regretting not being more proactive over the pending apocalypse and hedging my bets a bit. Would have been nice to learn from those folks who thought the Rapture was upon us not too long ago and offer to take material possessions off of the hands of folks expecting Mayan snake gods to snack on us before the weekend.

With all the NRA folks buying up guns out of fear of talks of (likely never-to-happen) gun control in the States, I suppose it's too late to stockpile and build a bunker.

I'd have to learn to shoot. Probably too late for that too.

I'm not worried. I've been touched by His Noodley Appendage and look forward to an afterlife of beer volcanoes and strippers.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A few random Wednesday Thoughts

Per the fascinating statistics function, I have 59 pageviews from Russia. This week, apparently.

I'm truly curious as to what I post that would interest anyone in Russia.

Maybe there's just an interest in black-clad extraterrestrial simians?



The holidaze time-crunch is pressing against my consciousness. I'm starting to freak out on how in the hell I'm going to get the rest of my Xmas shopping done amidst various social obligations.

Strike that. I was stressing. Then I glanced through the news. Now I'm just goddamn thrilled I haven't had to deal with the sort of stuff that's currently getting media attention. Crazy fucking world.



In an effort to deal with repetitive stress issues during computer-use, I decided to stop sitting on an exercise ball as a computer chair and actually invest in a real chair.

In true "me-fashion", the obtaining of said chair would have made for a great sitcom episode. Random street guy hitting me up to sell me something sketchy. Problems finding what I needed. Traffic craziness. Skinning a knuckle carrying the boxed chair to my apartment. Assembly issues... you'd think a writer could spend a little more time reading the assembly instructions.

So far, it's worth it, I suppose. Cutting back on my computer use might be a better option, but let's not get crazy here.



It's funny what Bay Area natives consider "cold as hell". Anything less than 50 F (that's 10 C for you non-Americans) or more than 80 F (26 C for you non-Americans) and most of us freak out.

Depends on internal thermostat, of course. I have many friends who are always cold and want some Arizona-esque baking heat all the time. Crazy nutjobs.

Then there's others (like me) that enjoy the cool fog and prefer things on the chill side.

All the same, it's funny when the thermostat drops to the 40's or lower. You'd think the endtimes were coming the way the news warns us to bundle up and worry about things like black ice, frost on windows, and what-not.

If we got actual snow here, we'd be paralyzed.

So now I sit at my desk with my hood up like a Nazgul (mostly to filter out hated fluorescent lighting) and feel a weird mix of enjoying the chilly weather while simultaneously whining about it.

Life doesn't suck.

I expect it would be much colder in Russia.

Arguments for a varied wardrobe

I like wearing dark colors. I favor black, dark blue, dark green, and various shades of grey.

I have my reasons. They vary from "it doesn't show the coffee I just spilled on my shirt all that easily" to "Mom wouldn't let me wear this when I was a kid" to "I think this makes me look like a badass if I super-charge my imagination" to whatever.

In winter-ish time, most folks wear variations of a black or dark grey coat, sweaters, dark pants, etc.

And headwear.

So I get dressed this morning. It's cold.

Being the delicate little creature I am, I layer. Wool hoodie over a shirt. Leather jacket over that. Black thug cap to protect the delicate scalp from the chilly morning air.

I paused and glanced in the mirror. I looked like a cartoon hoodlum for a bad TV show. You know the sort. The kind of character whom the good guy shoots/beats senseless/whatever in an orgy of ridiculous violence at any given point in the story.

"Cool", I thought.

I headed out.

And drove right through a surprisingly-extensive police action.

I have no idea what the hell was going on. There was police tape being taken down. There were cops all over the place.

And it's early in the morning.

Without a second's thought, that tiny voice in the back of my head drowned out all the others (I really should stop joking about voices in the head) and reminded me that I look like a cartoon thug. And it's dark out. And clearly something went down. And I'd rather not be late to work for looking like someone the police want to chat with (even if I've done nothing wrong).

Paranoia, you are a strange mistress.

Yanked the cap off my head. Drove polite as my dear departed grandmother would.

The cops, of course, didn't worry about me. I'm driving a car that looks harmless. I'm clearly some dork who works too goddamn early.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Joy and Chaos

Got a refill of Black Blood of the Earth. Tremble before the POWER of the Dark Side!

Seriously. I've been jonesing for it.



This is easily the most disorganized I've ever been for Xmas. I'm at a complete loss as to how to deal with certain Xmas gift obligations.

Why is this time so goddamn frustrating?



Stress, stress, stress. Work stress. Holiday stress. Health stress. No wonder people drink like fish this time of year.

Yes, I'm justifying the booze. Don't judge me.



Soon the Doctor Who Xmas special will arrive and we Whovians get our fix. Sooooon...

Monday, December 17, 2012

The Tainto

As I previously indicated I received my order from Zombie Tools over the weekend.

The Tainto.

Modeled on the Japanese Tanto, the Tainto is fourteen inches (35 cm) of hefty goddamn steel with a six-inch handle wrapped in black leather and an eight inch, single-edged blade of distressed-looking steel that oozes badass.

To say I was giddy this weekend does not quite cover the joy I felt.

It's a solid knife and in my many years of blade-collecting, probably the highest-quality piece I've obtained (with the possible exception of some smithing work done by a buddy of mine).

It's got great balance and a nice feel to it. The edge could be a bit sharper, but some work on the whetting stone should fix that up nicely.

I now need to save up for an Apokatana and a matching Zakasushi. Want. So. Badly.

One day...

Lovecraftian Holiday Songs



Ia Ia Solstice F'tagn.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

It Has Arrived!

Review: The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

Saw The Hobbit last night in 3D with the new higher frame-rate.

Thoughts (I'm not sure if these are spoilers, so be warned anyway):





























It was a beautiful film, just as the Lord of the Rings films were. Martin Freeman is an excellent Bilbo Baggins. I personally loved seeing Sylvester McCoy as Radagast the Brown (even though HE DOESN'T APPEAR IN THE DAMN BOOK!!!!).

Those were the best parts.

The story was vaguely true to the original in an "inspired by" sense. The Dwarves... well, I guess they were fine in their own way.

Mostly they didn't look very "Dwarfish" to me, but I guess that's a personal thing.

The story plodded along. That's mostly because a small book is getting broken into three ridiculously-long films and getting padded with a lot of unnecessary stuff.

The frame-rate made everything look kind of off and wrong. Most people I talked to said you don't notice after the first half-hour. Personally I found the effect really hit me towards the later half of the movie. The later parts seemed jarring and really took me out of the experience.

Personally I wouldn't recommend seeing it in 3D or at the higher frame rate. It's not worth it.

Overall, I give the film a solid 'C'. Adequate as an adventure film but not great. Nowhere near as enjoyable as the Lord of the Rings films. Not even by a little.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Ten Hours of Awesome


You're welcome.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Smattering of This-and-That

The holidaze are upon us. Ah, Xmas shopping.

*sigh*



My dad gave me a bottle of Alaska Brewery's smoked beer over the weekend. I cracked it open for... um... with... dinner last night.

Tasty stuff!

Could have stood to be a bit more smokey and it's not as bacon-y as Bavarian rauchbier, but I enjoyed it all the same.

The right side, too. Big ol' bottle. Left me in a nice mood.



Somewhere along the way, I got the DVDs for the "Dark Angel" TV series.

No sense being coy about it. Jessica Alba was totally the main draw.

Despite the cheesy acting, dubious plot, and annoying subplots, I truly enjoy this show.

I find it eerie how they predicted drones being used as law enforcement tools.

We need a leather-clad Jessica Alba to save us!



I'm regretting reading "Cold Nights" so quickly. Now nothing else really draws my attention.



Reviews of The Hobbit are buzzing about the Internet. I haven't read any in great detail, mostly so I can be surprised when I see the film on Friday.

I've heard more than a few reports that The Hobbit: There and Back Again (that's the name of the first film?) is a bit slow and plodding.

Can't say I'd be surprised to find that to be true. I really don't know what they were thinking making this into three films.

The novel "The Hobbit" is a tiny thing when compared to even the appendices of "Return of the King" (which are a bit more than 1/3 of the book, if memory serves). There's just not a lot of story there when compared with the trilogy.

I get that Jackson hopes to pad the story by going into what happened "off camera" using Tolkien's notes, but I find myself wary of how that's going to play out.

Oh well. I'm over-thinking it. Martin Freeman will rock as Bilbo Baggins. The rest should be entertaining.

Wee bit brisk

Yesterday morning was odd. I left my apartment and it was sufficiently warm that a light jacket was all I needed.

Then suddenly, some storm has started its southerly journey and sent a bit of the cold air our way.

This morning was a very different story.

Feels more like December now.

'Bout damn time. I get nervous when December is warm.

Don't get me wrong. I don't mind being able to go about in a t-shirt all day in December, but there's something intrinsically wrong with that.

Monday, December 10, 2012

One Ring to... no wait. Two Rings to... no....

How does this work, anyway? If you wear one of the One Ring earrings, do you half-disappear? If you put on both do you doubly disappear?

If one person wears one One Ring earring and another wears the other, does that mean there's some kind of power struggle in Mordor?

These are the sorts of thoughts that go through my head when I see nerd props. I need a vacation.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Review: Cold Nights

I got Jim Butcher's Cold Nights on Wednesday. It sat unread as I finished Red Country and handed that off to friends to read.

Thursday night I started the 515 page beast. I was feeling a little iffy so I crashed out early, promising myself that I was going to pace reading this book.

Yesterday, after work, I took it to the local bar and read for a few hours.

Tipsy, I went home and continued to read. Late.

Today, I read, took a few breaks, read some more, then about five minutes ago, I finished it.



Damn.

The latest in the Dresden Files series has Harry Dresden returning to the story after the crazy events in Ghost Story (which, I have to say, was not my favorite of the series).

Without spoiling things too much, the story has Harry paying for a bargain he made a couple of books back. A bargain with the Fae.

The story is, like many of the Dresden Files stories, a series of crazy events culminating in some pretty epic insanity.

Butcher does this well. I'm inclined to think he's one of the better authors for building up a story and giving a satisfying conflict with a satisfying resolution.

Cold Nights isn't like most of the previous books. There's a greater intensity to the narrative in this one. The stakes stay pretty crazy from the get-go and keep going higher into nutsville.

I vaguely recall somewhere that Butcher intends to make the Dresden Files a 20-novel series. I will be curious to see him carry that out.

And I intend to read every damn one.

Friday, December 7, 2012

MAD... you know, I'm not even going to try it this time

Watched my recording of Wednesday's "Arrow". They've added the DC character of the Huntress to the mix.

The acting remains a steady level of fairly awful. The dialog is actually physically-painful to listen to. The action doesn't suck, but there could be more of it.

And yet I can't stop watching. Am I craving superhero shows that badly?



Finished "Red Country" last night. Ye gods what a fucked-up book. Love Abercrombie's grim and crazy world, but I'm ready for something lighter.

Hello "Cold Days". A little Dresden Files action is what I need.



I really do need a book to dominate my time for a while. Having a few ugly moments with whatever repetitive stress is manifesting in my elbow. Using a mouse is an unpleasant experience, even with the neat ergonomic ones I now use at both work and home.

Need something to get away from the computer for a time.



Pear Harbor Remembrance Day today. A time when we U.S. folks recall how Hawai'i got introduced to WWII.

I had family in Honolulu during those days and, as a child, often heard stories of the bombing and how some of my family had to race another family member to the base. Made for exciting stories, but I never really understood it. Not properly.

Then, back in 2001, my grandmother insisted I take her to see Pearl Harbor.

She was present for the bombings and often mentioned that day in stories that I rarely gave much credit.

Pearl Harbor is a terrible movie, even with the delicious Kate Beckinsale in it. That said, the scene of the actual attack is pretty intense. And it freaked my grandma out. Actually brought tears to her eyes.

After that, I think I understood what it must have been like. Just a little, tiny, bit.

Makes me grateful I've never had to go through that kind of insanity in my life.

Interestingly enough, a few months later, 9/11 happened.

Thankfully, I was here in California, blissfully unaffected by the crazier stuff that was going on. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking of that damn movie and my grandmother's reaction a couple of times while the news was showing the Two Towers going down.

Crazy goddman world.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Lust List and Stuff

I have, at best, only a few isolated scenarios in which a slingshot is of any practical use in my life.

That does not stop me from wanting this with an unholy desire.

If I can make it work in my budget in 2013, I actually want to look into archery. That's not going to be an inexpensive hobby, alas.

Oh, I could rent a bow and all that. My friend V has shared her experiences with her archery options in the area. The thought has appeal but if I go into this hobby, I'll probably want to get a bow.

I never realized it before, but archery and using slingshots seem to have a fair amount in common.



I used to wear a 686 Tool belt as my belt of choice.

I always liked the idea of having screwdrivers at-hand (so to speak) and a bottle-opener to boot (though opening a bottle with the belt buckle can look really awkward... okay, moving on...).

I tried an Instructable method for converting my tool belt into a makeshift money belt at one point by adding velcro on this inside.

It worked okay for a time, but there were... flaws. To do this right, I'd really need to do some sewing, a skill I lack. And to it the way I wanted, I'd have to be able to stitch into the leather of the belt, which I simply don't have the right tools to do properly.

Long story short, I opted to get a different belt.

I got the travel belt on Preparedness Deals. It looks nicely-unobtrusive and has that hidden pocket option that I so love.

Nice belt. Lighter and easier to adjust. This may well be my new favorite for a while.

MADNESS? This is... no wait, I did this already.

So endeth the rain to the Bay Area for a while. I expect the break is welcome to folks repairing damage and clearing drains, but I hope it's a wet winter with lots of snow in the Sierras.

We need it.



Erik tipped me off to Trader Joe's cinnamon rolls last time I had an in-person chat with him.

I got some last week. Made some last weekend. Results:

  • Delicious beyond words
  • The damn things are about 390 calories a pop.
  • Delicious beyond words
  • The sugar messed me up.
Conclusion: if I ever want to develop full-blow diabetes, these things are the way to go.



So yesterday was Repeal Day, when Prohibition was tossed out as a bad idea. Arguably one of the saner moments in our nation's history.

Not-too-coincidentally, Washington (state) has legalized marijuana.

I'm not a massive fan of MJ myself. I don't like the act of smoking and eating anything with weed in it has too long of an effect.
I prefer my booze as I know how long that's going to alter my state.

That said, I'm all for legalizing it. Marijuana is pretty low-key as drugs go. I've known tons of mean drunks but have yet to meet a mean stoner ("mean" defined as someone willing to be violent rather than someone not willing to share a bag of chips or some pizza).



I'd like the weather to get a bit cooler, personally. I don't mind the mild temperatures, for the most part, but I do enjoy a nice, crisp, cold morning from time-to-time, especially when the season calls for it.

Thank the FSM our "cold" in the Bay Area is just "somewhat chilly" by the standards of the rest of the world. We don't (normally) get snow or any of that crazy stuff.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Madness? THIS. IS. WEDNESDAY!

It's raining. Love it. I guess this is the last of the wet stuff for a while. Hope we get more. A lot more. And I hope it's spaced out with dry periods so we don't have flooding.

And I want a pony that craps gold.



A friend of mine asked me to look over a paper for her class. It's math. It's not just math. It's math that may as well be a completely foreign language to me. I can't remember the last time I had to look at math problems that involved graphs, roots, and letters-in-place-of-numbers.

I'm having PTSD flashbacks from high school math class. Well, I would if I could remember high school.



Twenty more days 'till Xmas. I've been lucky. Thus far I've not heard a single bit of Xmas music. The only Xmas bling I've been subjected to are the office Xmas trees. Good times there.



Reading Red Country by Ian Abercrombie. If you're not familiar with Abercrombie's work, he writes happy, fluffy, light-hearted fictional accounts of fantasy settings.

By which I mean the settings are fantasy but anything other than happy, fluffy, and light-hearted.

I'm liking the book, but I'm thinking Abercrombie really intended for this to be a western instead of a more swords-and-knives fantasy. There's been a few showdown scenes that were a bit jarring for having characters with hands on knives instead of six-shooters.

Otherwise it's not a happy story in the least. Still enjoying it.



Waiting on my order of Jim Butcher's next Dresden Files book. Should come today if all goes well.

Compared to Abercrombie, Butcher writes of a magical world where flying unicorns crap rainbows and sing of friendship and love.

And Butcher does not write of these things.



I have participated in several Kickstarters now. I'm running about 50-50 on getting any kind of substantive return on my investments, but that's due to delays in production rather than tossing money into a black hole.

I have high hopes that I shall have my Cthulhu Tiki Mug by end of January (if the Elder Gods are kind... you may laugh at that....) and maybe see a few other things float into production and reality.

I can't wait to have a Zombie in my Cthulhu Tiki Mug... should this product actually come my way.

I have to say, Kickstarter was a brilliant idea.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

End of an unseen era

Apparently there will be no more ninjas soon.

Sad. Who will pirates fight?

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Rambling

Full Moon tomorrow. Good times. Looks nearly-full today.

Supposed to storm like hell this week. I have to admit I'm looking forward to that a bit.

Decided that I'm done with martial arts 'till the next session starts up again in 2013. Too many lingering pains and I'm completely brain-fried on how to do some very basic, important moves. Tried to throw someone last night and nearly injured both myself and my partner in the exercise. That's just a message from my subconscious that a best test is not in my future this time around.

Strangely disappointing feeling.

Can you believe it's nearly December? Holy crap but this year is burning by fast.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Review: The Flying Swords of Dragon's Gate

As I previously-mentioned, I obtained The Flying Swords of Dragon's Gate on DVD.

I'd heard a little about it and it's a Tsui Hark movie starring Jet Li. Totally worth the price to pick up.

Weird-ass movie.

It's the sequel to a story I know little about New Dragon Gate Inn. I expect the story might have made more sense if I'd seen that, but I'm uncertain if that's the case.

Badass swordsman Zhou Huai'an (Jet Li) is a rebel/Robin Hood like character who goes around assassinating corrupt government officials in Ming Dynasty China.

A bureau of corrupt officials, led by an uber-badass Yu Huatian, sets out to kill Zhou and to retrieve an escaped maid from the Imperial Court who is pregnant (possibly with the Emperor's love-child).

And then the story goes sideways. The maid is rescued by Ling Yanqiu, who is pretending to be Zhou and has some kind of mad crush on the man (I guess they have a history of some sort).

Ling helps the maid and takes her to the Dragon's Gate Inn, a rebuilt inn in the western desert that Ling seems to know intimately well (complete with a series of secret tunnels under the inn). She and the maid are pursued by Yu Huatian, who is in turn pursued by Zhou.

Meanwhile there's a group of con-artist criminals at the inn seeking buried treasure and one is a dead-ringer for Yu.

To say the story gets complicated from there doesn't begin to touch on matters. There's betrayals, reversals, and lots of wire-fu swordfighting. First time I've seen a swordfight in a tornado, to my memory.

Entertaining movie, if a little excessively-complex in plot. The ending left me scratching my head, but that's fine. Still worth the viewing.

Talking Turkey

Aaaah... that was a nice week-plus off. Highlights:
  • Saw Patrick Rothfuss at Borderland Books. Got some hardbacks signed. Didn't get to actually meet the man, as the wait was crazy. Borderlands and Mr. Rothfuss were awesome in letting those of us on the short-end of the lottery leave our books for him to sign later.
    That man is insanely engaging and gifted.
  • So. Much. Lazy.
  • A lot of beer. This would normally not be worthy of note, but it was excessive, even by my standards. Some sake one day to mix things up.
  • Lunch with my friend V in Japantown. Picked up Flying Swords of Dragon's Gate on DVD then walked from J-Town to the Mission to retrieve my books at Borderlands.
    Upon reflection, not a brilliant move. Oy, that was a long walk.
  • Thanksgiving. Went surprisingly smoothly. Yay!
  • Saw Skyfall. Damn that was a good movie. Very atypical for Bond flix in terms of plot, but well-done all the same.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Gluttony

I think I overdid it this Thanksgiving. Wow. I feel as though I've expanded to twice my size.

I may have to become a vegetarian.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Reviewing the SCOTTEVEST Hoodie

Some time back I mused about SCOTTEVEST and their fascinating, pocket-laden garments.

I won't reinvent the wheel by repeating my thoughts. Recently I obtained another of their Cotton Hoodies. One can never have too many hoodies in the Bay Area, in my opinion. Our microclimate lends itself to that sort of outer-garment.

And I do like to carry lots of junk.

I already have a hoodie from a prior purchase. I opted for a different color this time. Contact with SCOTTEVEST acknowledged some concerns I had about prior purchases. Mainly the sticky zippers.

So, on to my recently-obtained hoodie:

Pros:
  • Damn but this thing is comfortable!
  • A fairly-ridiculous number of pockets I can use.
  • Little touches, such as a microfiber cloth for cleaning glasses and a keychain on an extendable cord, are included.
Cons:
  • The zippers are still sticky. They mostly work, but they haven't improved since my purchase of my previous hoodie and those zippers inconveniently stick a fair amount.
  • Requires very special care in washing. Seriously. Pay attention to the instructions and do NOT put one of these in the dryer on anything but very low heat!
Conclusions: I'm still a little on-the-fence over this. For the price, I'd expect better quality zippers so I'm not tearing open my pockets to try to access a cell phone or a flashlight or whatever.

That said, it's warm, comfortable, and the stitching and cloth seems pretty durable. My older hoodie has held up quite well in the time I've had it. I suspect the new one will do the same.

The special care is a bit annoying, especially in winter when I can't exactly put clothes outside to dry in any kind of reasonable amount of time (hello rainy season!), but it's not really all that of a downer. I just pull it out of a low tumble cycle early and line-dry it and I haven't had problems.

If they beefed up the zippers, I'd have to hail this as a "must-have". Until then, I'd recommend this as a "nice-to-have, but with caveats". At least the two-year warranty is a nice thing.

And, as I've previously said, SCOTTEVEST has top-notch customer service, so if I had to exchange/return the hoodie, I'm sure I wouldn't have problems.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Sad things

  1. Hostess Bakery is going out of business. Say goodbye to the Twinkie. This is going to be a problem in Zombieland.
  2. Someone created an app to have a girl stare at you. This is so sad on so many levels that it just boggles the mind. I'm not sure this is worse than anime character body pillows, but it's pretty sad.
    Seriously. If your interpersonal skills are that bad, join a club or a church or a cult or something. Sweet FSM this is creepy.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Cuff Keys for your Cufflinks

Much hullaballoo over these Uncuff Links.

Clever idea. Given how easy it is to get much cheaper handcuff keys, I don't really get the appeal as much but I'm also a far cry from James Bond.

Probably better to get a Bogota lockpick set or a different handcuff key or even a shim.

Assuming one is worried about being handcuffed and the circumstances surrounding such an action.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Brewing up a cool look

I admit I struggled to be witty with this headline.

Not that I'm all that witty under normal circumstances.

Where was I? Oh yes! Cool thing.

Enjoi Beer Hunter Jacket.

Bask in this concept for a minute. Go on. I'll wait.


Coolness, right? If I were the sort of person who drank beer out of cans (maybe Guinness...) and carried beers around with me instead of dominating seats at the bar, I'd totally get this.

I still might.

Probably not, though. Still, a cool concept!

Hobbitssessss

Rolling Stone has the ending track to The Hobbit available for listening pleasure.

Kinda reminds me of the Rankin-Bass stuff from the 70's. I have to say it's growing on me, but I kinda like the dwarf-sung version in the trailer a bit more.

EDIT: You can listen to the entire score here. Sa-WHEET!

Green stuff

First there's kids making generators that run on urine. Now there's fuel derived from algae.

Interesting times, my friends. Interesting times.

Kicking while down

I had high hopes for Prometheus when it was first advertised. I had high hopes once I saw the beautiful trailers. I had high hopes that this "it's not really a prequel but it's totally a prequel" would be good.

It wasn't. It was gorgeous, but the story sucked ass and it cemented my intention to avoid anything Damon Lindelof has ever touched ever again.

I pretty much put that behind me, then io9 released the original script.

All that anger I felt over how nonsensical and bullshitty the Prometheus story was just came right back to the fore.

WHY? Hollywood? WHY DO YOU INSIST ON FUCKING UP PERFECTLY GOOD STORIES??? WHYYYYYYY?????

Sure this script isn't solid gold, but it was ten times better than the crap Lindelof subjected us to.

The rage has returned to me.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Shifting

California's autumn went from "Indian summer" to chilly in the blink of an eye. No transition.

One day it's shorts and t-shirt weather. The next it's time to bust out a sweater.

I don't mind too much, personally. I like brisk autumn days. I like the chill in the air. The air smells and tastes different in the autumn. The light is different. Everything has more color (even in "season-less" California).

I just wish I could find a way to avoid allergies and colds when the weather shifts. I think I'm fighting a cold now. Oh well. Just have a week's work then it's the week of Thanksgiving. Gluttony time!

My office is going to be dead next week so I'm just going to take the whole week. I could use the extra sleep-in time.

Friday, November 9, 2012

This. Is. Just. Utterly. Amazing.

According to an io9 article, four teenage girls in Africa invented a urine-powered generator.

The oldest girl, per the article, is only 15 years old.

A urine-powered generator. Imagine this: toilets that essentially shunt waste directly to powering your home.

Sewage plants used as fuel stations for vehicles.

The mind boggles with the potential, should all this be on the up-and-up.

And these girls, if their invention turns out to be what it seems, deserve riches beyond the dreams of avarice for their brilliance.

Day-um.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Hard to Track

Got a new mouse. It's one of those tracball ergo-whatever mouses (mice?) for repetitive motion issues (which I have).

The learning curve is... unpleasant. Not sure it's helping either. Gah.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Well that's a relief!

The words "President Mitt Romney" are now consigned to some hellish alternate universe and we get four more years of President Barak Obama fighting an obstructionist House with a probably-ineffectual Senate.

Beats the alternative.

I'm amazed Prop 30 (funding for schools) passed in California. I'm kind of floored by that, actually. There may actually be hope for my home state.

Actually I'm pretty pleased overall with how the election went. Sure I would have preferred that the Dumbocrats take the House from the Repugnicans, but you can't get everything you want.

Most of the California propositions turned out okay. I was a bit upset the repealing of the death penalty didn't fly, but that doesn't shock me.

And now I don't have to watch political ads for another year or so. Woo-hoo!!!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Nov 6 2012

It's election day here in the States. One could call it "judgment day", I suppose.

I really hope Romney loses.

Not expecting any of the initiatives in California to pass. That's a shame, really. The state-sponsored education initiative, Prop 30, is needed.

I'm trying not to look at the news at all. I don't want to put myself through the anxiety. Going to go home after work, play on the computer, watch some TV, and pretend the outside world doesn't exist.

I think I'll fill my flask with the good stuff. Y'know. Just in case.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Blasting Bugs

I love Kickstarter and Indiegogo. Great sites. Interesting projects folks have that one can fund.

One of my favorites so far has been the Bug-A-Salt gun.

I participated in the Kickstarter some time back. The gun arrived Friday.

So far, four bugs have fallen to its salt-blasts in my apartment.

The principle is simple: it's a spring-cocked air gun that resembles a pistol-grip, stock-less shotgun. It's a mix of cast iron and durable plastic that reminds me of the toy guns I used to have as a kid (in the "good old days").

Pour some salt into the feeder, close and lock the chamber, cock the gun, release the safety, and blast bugs. Easy-peasy. Gets about 50 shots to the chamber, per the package.

Now the pesky pantry moths that bother me are in hiding, the little bastards.

Friday, November 2, 2012

I have nothing witty to say here

Brain's tapped out. Glad it's Friday. I have just enough juice in my grey matter to do what I'm paid to do and that's about it.

I'm mildly surprised at myself for forgetting to watch/record "Arrow" on Wednesday.

I think I was too caught up in watching my "Covert Affairs" recording. Now that is a solid show!

I require coffee in ways that words cannot describe.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

November Arrives

I woke to the sound of rain. By "woke" I mean "scared witless by my alarm clock".

These are the mornings for Black Blood of the Earth.

And that is the only reason I'm even semi-functional this morning.

Now the countdown begins to culturally-sanctioned gluttony in the form of the Holidaze (Thanksgiving and then Xmas). Mmm... gluttony. I do love that Deadly Sin.

I kind of wish I'd done more for Hallowe'en. It's my favorite holiday, after all. I was, alas, feeling under-the-weather. My costume won an award in the office, but - oddly enough - won "Most Frightening" instead of "Most Glamorous".

I even wore a necktie for my "Braaaaaains Surgeon" costume.

Sadness.

It's my fondest hope that I can get the stains out of my dress shirt.

Um... nevermind. Don't ask.

In other horror news: this time next week we'll have all the election bullshit done.

I'm frankly stunned at the audacity of the lying bullshit coming out of the Zomney campaign and the Teabagger/wingnut klan. The claims that Chris Christie is a closet Democrat sympathizer is pretty boggling. The steaming pile of excrement that are the claims that the auto bailout resulted in offshoring auto production jobs is so utterly dishonest as to defy any kind of reason whatsoever.

No, what defies reason is that this race is so tight in the polls.

I get that people are unhappy with Obama as president. There's a lot of good reasons to be unhappy with him, though I don't hear those reasons in the news (indefinite detention policies, expanding executive power, drone wars, etc.). The economy isn't a valid attack. The office of the President of the United States has limited power to have any impact whatsoever on the economy. It's more limited when you have an obstructionist Congress filled with teabagging wingnuts who couldn't find their assholes with a map.

That said, Romney would be an unmitigated nightmare as President. And that's not counting the zombie apocalypse.

Oh hey! Rage is waking me up! Yay for adrenaline!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Great Moments

Driving to work coated in zombie makeup (or am I...?) and always having someone next to me when I stop at a stop light. And seeing them do a double-take out of the corner of my eye.

Or is it my eye?

Braaaaaaaaaains.....

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

'Twas the Day before Halloween...

Weighing my costume ideas for tomorrow. Well, weighing my interest level. I have an idea, but it involves application of makeup, which is not a specialty of mine. Plus I'd have to remove it quickly after work in order to make class. Probably not worth the effort.

On the plus side, I'm not on the East Coast and getting slammed with a crazy-ass storm.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Zomney

Simply Giant

So the Giants won the World Series, apparently. How do I know?

People were flipping the hell out in my 'hood last night.

Seriously. You'd think a comet was about to hit from all the yelling and carrying on.

Go Giants! I guess. I'm not much of a baseball fan (or really any kind of baseball fan or any kind of sports fan at all), so I could give less of a crap but I do have the Bay Area pride. If someone's gonna win a sporting event, I'd prefer it was a local team.

So go Giants! Yay you!

Friday, October 26, 2012

Thoughts on "Arrow"

Okay, so I've seen a few episodes of the CW's "Arrow".

I can't possibly review this show because it's just terrible. Yet it's also awesome. It's awesomely terrible and terribly awesome. More the former than the latter, really.

I literally can't tell anyone apart. They're all generically pretty with brown or dark hair.

It's clear that Oliver Queen was trained by ninjas on a ninja island near Russia. Russian ninjas? I wait breathlessly for that revelation to come to light.

It's clear that Laurel Lance was trained by cop ninjas in kung fu. I don't care how or why.

It's clear that this is corny beyond words and computers can do magical Hollywood hacking things that are completely divorced from reality.

The Queen family is getting up there in the dysfunctional category.

I... I don't know why I like this show! I really don't!

A new appreciation for sushi



(via The Awesomer)

Best Camera Test Video Ever



(via The Awesomer)

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Know your Hordes

How to fight like a Viking. Useful for when their dragon boats come to our shores with a desire to burn and pillage (but not in that order, 'cause Vikings know their business).
(via The Awesomer)

A good alternate use of certain accessories.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Wet Monday

The rain is here. Woke me up, actually. It's a welcome sound. I love the rain.


Tweaked the unholy hell out of my shoulder trying to throw someone on Friday. I've been having trouble with this shoulder for some time. I hurt it last year and I did something to it a couple of weeks ago. Hurts if I get the elbow above my shoulder. After trying to throw someone, it is decidedly less-comfortable.

I think I'm going to just take a week off from class.



A lot of beer this weekend. Sunday morning was not the most fun I've ever had in my life.


I've started collecting the trade paperbacks for "Atomic Robo". Whee!!!

Friday, October 19, 2012

Atomic Robo

I first heard of Atomic Robo when picking up a refill of Black Blood of the Earth.

Herr Direktor mentioned something of this comic. I recalled folks at the comic store I frequent mentioning the same. I also recalled seeing said comic. I was intrigued and filed away that information in the recesses of my brain.

And forgot to follow-up.

Fast-forward almost a year.

Had a game last week. A buddy brought volume four of "Atomic Robo" for me to peruse.

I read it. I re-read it. I re-re-read it.

I laughed. I cried (mostly because it's got some really funny scenes). I tried to re-re-re-read it but I have to sleep sometime.

This morning, I was perusing the site as I was linking it. I saw this one.

If I'd been drinking my coffee at that moment, I would have third degree burns throughout my sinuses.

I'm now weighing how far I want to go into debt this month. Is it worth it to grab all the trade paperbacks or should I pace myself?

A few random pop-culture musings

I have discovered Atomic Robo. I must own all volumes. I must. It is sublime.



Okay, when did Imperial Stormtroopers transition from "bad guy thugs" to "quirky examples of hapless schlubs"? There's fans who dress up in stormtrooper legions. There's wonks who put stormtroopers in front of the Google servers (yeah, that's not ominous).

When did this happen? Why?



After having watched the second episode of "Arrow" on the CW, it's become painfully clear that every TV station just wants to air Batman.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Busting Up

We broke boards in class last night.

Few things are as satisfying as splitting a board. I haven't done that in years!

A good reminder why I subject myself to that pain.

Oct. 17, 1989

Dang. 23 years ago yesterday, the Loma Prieta earthquake hit, flattening the eastshore freeway, taking out a section of the Bay Bridge, and causing all sorts of mayhem.


I wasn't around for it. I was in another part of the state. I remember getting the news.

"An earthquake has hit the Bay Area", the announcement came over the intercom. "The Bay Bridge has collapsed. We do not have more information."

Way to scare the shit out of people, guys.

I raced home and tried to contact my family for the better part of twelve panic-stricken hours.

I never felt the quake. My family was fine. I think a beer stein got destroyed (the news of that brought me to tears, an indicator of just how important the sacred drink was becoming to me).

Ah, memories.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Six Strikes bullshit

If you're not aware of the so-called "Six Strikes" rule that several of the major ISPs plan to shove on folks later this year, you probably ought to read the link.

Makes me glad I don't use any of those ISPs. This crap never seems to go away...

Observations of no importance whatsoever

I'm conflicted.

I do not care for hot weather, and this translates to a rather more-than-moderate distaste for the current mini-heat wave hitting the Bay Area.

That said, this does give me a chance to bust out my Aloha shirts before the weather gets properly chilly.

Glass half-empty? Glass half-full? I ordered a cheeseburger, damnit.



Nothing says awesome like being invited to an ice cream social when you're lactose intolerant.



I voted absentee ballot. This means all the robo-callers and political wonks will stop calling me. Right?

... right?

............... hello?



On the topic of voting, I should point out that I do not like either candidate for president and find most of the choices a bit distasteful.

I am also of the opinion that voting gives me bitching rights.

Well, having a voice gives me bitching rights.

Huh. Nevermind then.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Answers!

[Political moment: be warned]


For details on the Romney Tax plan, click here.

What a difference a few weeks makes

Rode my bike today, like a good little monkey.

FSM-damn, I'm out of shape. Oy!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Lust List

It could be the time of the year.

It could be just that I like sharp things (when they're not pointed at me).

Whatever the reason, I really want THESE.

Currently I'm thinking of trying to get a "Tainto".

Tick-tock goes the clock

October is roughly half-done. Ye gods. How the hell did that happen?

I really should consider what, if anything, I will do for a Halloween costume.

I bet I could do a convincing undead with minimal makeup.

Oy.

Allergies have set in over the weekend, by way of segue. Thank goodness I still have the strong meds for that. Fried me up nicely Saturday and Sunday.

In other health news, my arm is improving. Slowly. Sucks that the exact motion that hurts the most (using the mouse) is the motion I need for my work.

A mini heat-wave is due to hit the Bay Area this week. Gotta love autumn here. It's always hotter than summer.

Drives me nuts.

Did I mention I watched the CW "remake" of "Beauty and the Beast"? It stars Kristin Kreuk and a bunch of soap-opera model faces. In a nutshell: lots of pretty people with mediocre acting talent acting poorly in a poorly-written show filled with cliches.

Kind of what I expected, only disappointing all the same.

I might continue to watch "Arrow" out of its hokey entertainment value, but "Beauty and the Beast" is unlikely to retain my attention.

Hell, aside from the now-on-hiatus "Doctor Who", the only things that are holding my attention for any amount of time are "Fringe" (oh, you crazy Observers and your Nazi-esque occupation of the future... and the delicious Georgina Haig...), "White Collar", "Covert Affairs", and... um... is that it? Jeez. Oh wait, I guess I'll give "Arrow" a shot (HAH! See what I did there?).

Oh, and the odd cartoon or two. I'm enjoying the "DC Nation" block on Cartoon Network. "Green Lantern: The Animated Series" is entertaining despite the terrible CGI. And I'm really liking "Young Justice".

I gave up on "Alphas". SyFy clearly doesn't feel the urge to put any effort into science fiction anymore.

Yes, I'm sort of just rambling today. Such is the way of things.

Mmm... Georgina Haig. Wait. What was I talking about?

Oh yes! TV! I'm excited about the upcoming "S.H.I.E.L.D." TV series. Especially since they're...









Spoiler:


























Bringing back Agent Coulson. YAY!

Friday, October 12, 2012

Observations on Preparations

ApocalypseEquipped has a really good post about preppers in the media.

I call this out because I think he's really hit the nail on the head with this one. The first point (the bit about firearms) is certainly different in Australia than the more gun-crazed United States (the Bay Area has lots of firearms floating around). It's interesting how guns do appear to be a focus for so many preppers.

The concept of "bugging-in" (love that phrase... sounds wrong) does appear to miss an important point: what if your chosen lair is hosed by disaster? I personally live in an area that's known for its earthquakes. In the case of the Bay Area, it's not necessarily a wise idea to assume one's home will be habitable should disaster pay a visit.

The fitness observation is the real clincher. So many preppers I know are horribly out-of-shape. I would not consider myself especially fit. I'm in okay physical shape, but need to dedicate a LOT more time and energy to getting my flabby arse more functional. I have one friend who now owns a place and is setting himself up with a farm and all that. He's in pretty solid shape and he's trained himself with all sorts of interesting skills (hunting, stone-knapping... I guess in case he's thrown back to caveman times... raising livestock, martial arts, firearms, etc.).

I always find preparedness discussions to be really eye-opening. It's a topic that fascinates me so I find I often chat with certain friends about it. Their reactions are equally interesting.

Some nod and agree that they ought to pay more attention to being prepared. Crime is rising. We live in earthquake and fire country. The weather patterns are wonky as hell. It pays to have a kit handy and get some first aid training and all that.

A smaller subset go further. They talk about their collections of guns/knives/other esoteric weapons and martial arts training. One or two own property and have prepared their homes for going "off the grid". I used to know a lawyer who up and moved to the country so he could have a farm. He'd planned on doing a big wind and solar power thing. Wonder if that played out for him?

Then there's the people who discount the idea of getting prepared as "being paranoid". One or two actively do not want to talk about the possibility of disaster and would never consider getting a three-day kit. That view really boggles my mind. It's not like a sixty-dollar kit is going to break the bank and should the fit hit the shan (see what I did there?) it would be a good investment.

It's really funny how people handle this topic.

This. This right here.

Says it all.

All a quiver

Managed to watch my recording of the premiere of "Arrow", the new TV series vaguely adapting the story of Green Arrow to television.

It was hokey, but I enjoyed the premiere. The lead actor, Stephen Amell, is good for the role and the dude has seriously put in hours at the gym. I like the little digs to the comic ("Speedy", Diana Lance, etc.).

Things I learned from the pilot:

If you're marooned on an island in the north China sea, the survival skills you will pick up will include:
  • Archery
  • Crafting of explosives
  • Parkour
  • Mixed martial arts
You'll also develop a super-human resistance to pain, foreign languages, and sophisticated technological skills.
Upon your return to civilization, you'll suddenly have high-tech Batman-esque toys.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Late for LARP


Nothing more needs be said.

Wow

Saw this on io9.

Just... wow.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

A few more babblings

I appear to have full-blown carpal-tunnel/repetitive stress injury/some f***ing problem with my dominant arm/elbow/wrist/hand.

This sucks. A lot.

Interestingly-enough, squeeze toys help as does the weirder parts of my martial arts class. Go figure.

I'm constantly experimenting with height levels at my desk to get the right comfort level.

Haven't found it yet.

That said, my arm doesn't hurt nearly as much today as in previous days. Using the mouse with my non-dominant arm sucks a great deal, though.


Somewhat-related: found out I am completely out of pain-killers in my apartment.

Except for the liquid stuff. Got lots of that.

Whiskey works. Just sayin'.



Learned how to properly do air-falls last night. What's an "air-fall" you ask? Well, an "air-fall" is when you are flipped/thrown/whatever in a style (for example, judo) and you're in the air for a bit before gravity introduces you to the ground.

Differs from a fall where you're in contact with the ground the whole time.

Differs a lot.

Learning how to do so properly was a genuine joy. One of my instructors has said that learning to fall is the most valuable part of my particular style. He ain't lyin'.

I fall a lot.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Weekend Lessons Learned

  1. "Fringe" started on the 28th, not on the 5th. D'oh!
  2. I can never stick to a budget in a Halloween store.
  3. A new and deeper appreciation for Tolkien.
  4. I have (very, very) minor plumbing skills (demonstrated by being able to attach the requisite adapters and get my water filter hooked-up to my new sink).

Friday, October 5, 2012

Yay!

Working kitchen sink! Woo-hoo!

rambling

Sitting on the cusp of the weekend, I ponder the week.

Crazy-busy.

"Fringe" starts tonight, so there's some TV joy in the immediate future. That should be nice. After a week of slacking, this week's crazy has not been relaxing or fun.

I have hopes that the damn sink issue is getting resolved today. I was testy with a lot of people and I expect someone to at least look at the damn thing when I get home today.

Wish I didn't have to blow off class for this.

The re-reading of "The Fellowship of the Ring" is really driving home for me just how different the books and the movies are. I still think Peter Jackson did a good job adapting the story to film. Some changes just had to be made. Can't say I approve of how some characters were transformed, though.

Aragorn became a bit more badass and broadly-skilled (shooting arrows nearly as well as Legolas, for example). That worked for me.

Merry and Pippin became little more than comic relief for the most part. That doesn't work quite as well.

I would have liked to see Jackson somehow work in the Barrow-wights into the story, but that would have pretty much required Tom Bombadil and I just don't see Tom Bombadil getting to the big screen without being utterly silly.

The interplay in Bree is much better in the book, for the most part. Still, adding all of this would have made the series six movies instead of three. Easily.

Placed an order with County Comm earlier this week. Got a couple of Neo Elastic Pouches and some other odds-and-ends.

Why the pouches? I want something to carry my wallet-ish bits easier to martial arts class. I think this can fit my wallet nicely and my martial arts uniform lacks pockets... I could put everything in a bag, but I'm a fan of not keeping all my eggs in one basket.

If this idea doesn't work out, I expect I'll find other uses for the pouches. They seem quite well-constructed and nicely-padded.

Gotta love County Comm.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

siiiiiiigh

So much for hoping to get the goddamn sink fixed.

Anger. Just a wee-bit of anger.

I don't mind when there's delays. I get it. All I ever ask is to be informed if there's schedule problems. After all, I have stuff scheduled as well.

A little consideration goes a long way.

This, That, and the Other Thing

With luck, my kitchen sink is getting fixed today. What a PITA.



Got my DVD of The Avengers. I forgot how much I enjoyed that movie.

Three times in theaters. How the hell do I forget that? Damn, I'm getting old.



I think I managed a record for myself last night. Hurt my knee, pulled something in my back, tweaked a shoulder. And - unrelated - I think I'm developing carpal tunnel.

Time for cybernetics.



I'm re-reading "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings". I'm at a loss on how Peter Jackson's going to split the Hobbit story into three films. I didn't mind the creative license he took with the LOTR story (too much...) but I suspect I shall take exception to the padding of the Hobbit's story.



The weather has finally cooled with the return of the much-welcome fog to the Bay Area. I really, really hate the heat.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Make this happen!

An animated "Indiana Jones" series!

Just have to keep George out of the writing and NEVER mention Mutt Williams.

And probably avoid 'fridges. Just sayin'...

Monday, October 1, 2012

An Ending, A Beginning, A Lot of Email

My vacation has ended. Back at the salt mines. Sweet FSM I have a lot of email stacked up.

The last three or four days have been a bucket of allergy-joy.

By which I mean, there's no joy there at all.

We're getting hit with a last gasp of summer (typical for the Bay Area) with uncomfortable heat. Combine that with the ragweed and whatever else is spewing into the air and last night was not the most restful sleep I've had.

Nevertheless, I'm back at work and trying to figure out what the hell I was doing before I went on vacation.

I can't quite parse out the early hour yet. My email is incomprehensible. I think I may have killed my plant.

And it's only Monday.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Review: The Angels Take Manhattan

Yeah, okay. You know the deal.













































Spoilers.




So, the fifth episode of Series Seven of "Doctor Who".


Set in New York, between 1938 and 2012, the Weeping Angels are back about their business. This time they've got creepy little cherub babies to add to the mix.

There's some kind of gangster in 1938 keeping a damaged Angel prisoner. He's mixed up with investigations of "statues that move", getting one private investigator killed in a really creepy way.

Flash forward to 2012. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory are in New York. The Doctor is enjoying a book about "Molly Malone", a P.I.

Rory goes to get coffee. Creepy cherub angels zap him back to 1938.

While reading his book, the Doctor realizes the book is not fiction. It's a narrative written by River Song.

Rory is back in time.

The Doctor and Amy try to go to 1938 to get Rory, but there's a huge time-space whatsit preventing them from getting there. Meanwhile Rory materializes next to River Song. River is not sure why he's there and they're both taken to the gangster.

The gangster tosses Rory into a basement with more cherubs while he reveals to River that he's interested in angels for some weird reason.

Rory is not tossed back in time by the cherubs or killed, he's displaced near the same hotel where the P.I. at the beginning was killed.

Turns out the hotel is a "farm" of people caught back in time by Angels to feed them. Including one giant Statue of Liberty Angel.

The Angels want to add Rory to their farm. As part of that, Rory meets himself dying in the hotel, as does the Doctor, Amy, and River.

The Doctor and River determine that all this fixed-time getting created is making it impossible to save Rory unless somehow they create a paradox.

Rory and Amy jump off a building together, dying, and creating a paradox that wipes out the Angels.

Well, almost all of the Angels.

Flash forward to 2012. There's a graveyard there with a tombstone bearing Rory's name.

An Angel gets him. Amy, overwhelmed, lets the Angel zap her too.

Lots of angsty stuff at this point. Lots of driving the endless point home that the Ponds are gone and that the Doctor should not travel alone.

Why doesn't River hang out with the Doctor? Vague b.s. reasons. For the best, really. I'm tired of her.

It was a nice, if overdone, sendoff for Amy and Rory. Good-bye Ponds. You were good fun.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Adventures in Time Off

Having free time is not helping my diet at all. It's a good thing for me that the brewery's hours are not conducive to my destructive urges earlier in the week.

Where was I? Oh yes.

Hearty breakfast. By which I mean "heart-attack inducing" breakfast. That's really what I envision "hearty" meaning.

I love bacon.

Japanese for lunch. Including a small bottle of sake. The effects of said sake are in full swing as I'm typing right now, so please excuse typos.

And slurring typing.

At least now I have a kitchen sink. Yay for the plumber/maintenance guy!

So do I watch my Lord of the Rings DVDs or do I swap to my cheesy Japanese horror flix?

Decisions, decisions...

Monday, September 24, 2012

Adventures in Mundanity

Is "Mundanity" a word? Oh well. It is now.

  • Breakfast while still navigating around my broken sink.
  • Phone tag with the repair guy for the sink. Of course the hour he can be here is the hour I have slated for martial arts class. Figures.
  • Negotiations for dinner turned into "second breakfast". I am becoming a Hobbit.
  • Bought a 20-30 lb. container of propane for my gas grill. Carried it a quarter mile. Wow. That was a lot stupider than it initially seemed.
  • Got a refill on my BBotE.
  • Now I wait for the repair guy. Listening to the recently-discovered "30 Seconds from Mars".

Okay, shameless plug time: I've fondly noted my love for my Stein(s) of Science. While getting my BBotE fix, Herr Direktor intimated that there hasn't been a massive Oktoberfest run on his steins. Yet.

I wish to pimp these. You cannot see the velour hat I have adorned, but you can imagine it. I am now pimping Steins of Science. They are WORTHY. Sure, they're not cheap, but they keep your beer cold, they have massive carrying capacity, and they LOOK GODDAMN COOL.

In the interests of disclosure, I do not have a financial or compensatory relationship with Funranium Labs or Herr Direktor. I'm not getting anything out of singing the praises of the Steins or BBotE beyond the satisfaction of preaching of awesome in the world.

If you're a beer drinker, I highly recommend looking at your piggy bank and, if you can swing it, getting one. It'll make you feel good.

Okay, I'm done.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Review: The Power of Three

So, episode four of series seven of "Doctor Who".




Spoilers.


































Okay, let me preface this by saying I overall liked this episode. Just. It wasn't as bad as "A Town Called Mercy" but it wasn't as good as the other two.

This episode was clownish and a little excessive in the comic relief, but had the entertaining part of doing things from the perspective of Amy and Rory, rather than showing how they're sucked long with the Doctor.

The menace - the Shakri - was pretty cool. Kind of liked that. And I loved the new scientific adviser for U.N.I.T. Go shout-out for the Brig! Kind of hope she's a recurring character.

Overall, a bit on the goofy side but fun.

Very corny ending but I've seen worse.

EDIT: okay, I ought to summarize a bit, if just to earn the spoiler tag:

Amy and Rory are relaxing, getting into the groove of "real life" and reflecting on whether or not they want to continue doing side trips with the Doctor across time and space.

Heavy-handed foreshadowing of the eventual exit of the Ponds from the show.

Individually, Rory and Amy find themselves getting more enmeshed in their real relationships. Rory gets full-time nurse work while Amy gets involved as a bridesmaid with a friend's wedding.

Cue the weird.

Strange black cubes start appearing all over the world. They don't do anything. They're inert and mysterious.

The Doctor, popping in-and-out of the life of Amy and Rory, starts to investigate the mysterious small black boxes to no avail. He does get the attention of the re-organized U.N.I.T. under the direction of their scientific adviser, Kate Stewart, who appears to know all about the Doctor.

U.N.I.T. supports investigating the cubes but the cubes just sit there and do nothing.

Even Rory's dad, Brian, determinedly watches the cubes, but nothing happens.

The Doctor, fed up with patiently observing the cubes (this incarnation clearly has ADD) leaves to go travel for a bit. Amy, Rory, Brian, and the rest of Earth watches the cubes then slowly forgets about them to get on with everyday life.

Months pass. The cubes are paperweights, garbage, and novelty items. Nobody gives them much thought, save Brian, who studiously maintains a very boring log on how the cubes don't do anything.

Until they start to do stuff.

The cubes start to act odd, each doing different things (taking tissue samples, shooting lasers, playing music, etc.). The Doctor, having returned in the meantime, starts to poke around.

Meanwhile, a creepy little girl with a cube watches as weird men with cubes in their mouths abduct people from a hospital.

Cue more weird.

Turns out the cubes and the little girl are all constructs of the Shakri, a race that "cleans up infestations" and they've decided to kill off the human race before we get off-planet and start creating trouble.

Cue corny speech from the Doctor about how good humans are, how he likes us, blah-blah-blah. We've heard countless variations of the same speech over and over, so nothing new there.

Hand-waving sonic screwdriver magic wand b.s. The Shakri are anticlimactically defeated.

Brian encourages Rory and Amy to continue to travel with the Doctor instead of succumbing to the lure of "real life".

Cue very, very unnecessary and corny line about how cubes are the power of three while the Doctor poses with Amy and Rory.

All-in-all, the episode was rushed and choppy. The villains were kind of cool but defeated far too fast. The foreshadowing is about as subtle as a nuke.

There were elements I enjoyed and I have to say I'm still liking Chibnell's efforts as a writer, but it was not an exceptional episode by any means.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Unsurprising

Spoke too soon, I guess. My sink still isn't repaired and I don't have any kind of ETA. Guess the landlord had bad info from the plumber. Gosh, I'm glad I've been hanging out at my apartment for two days now instead of going out and doing stuff.

Amazing how inconvenient it is to not have a kitchen sink.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Irritating or fortuitous?

The lack of a kitchen sink is most annoying.

That said, this just encourages me to not eat at home.

This is not necessarily a good thing. This is not necessarily a bad thing...

A few bits of random stuff

  1. My landlord rocks. With luck, I'll have my sink issues resolved today. If not today, then likely tomorrow.
  2. Brewery food makes for a delightful lunch.
  3. I love good beer. Just thought that bore repeating, ad nauseum.
  4. I have ingested a lot of bacon today. This, to me, is a good thing. My arteries may disagree.

Karma and Time Off

The start of a personal holiday. Time off. Rest.

A nice, fattening breakfast out. Chill time.

So of course my sink breaks and starts leaking.

Good times.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Rejection has never felt so good

Those magic words: "You are dismissed from service."

It really was the best decision, all things considered. Some things are hot buttons. This was one of mine. Funny how life works out.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Rule One

You do not talk about Jury Duty.

That's what the judge says anyway.

Still undergoing the joys of jury selection. I think that's all I can safely say without violating the rules.

In other news, BART was in rare form of fucked-up today. Perfect timing, BART!

Oh well. In the interests of silver linings, I've met some truly fascinating people in the last nine hours. And there's some smokin' hot attorney ladies at court. Just sayin'.

Wait. Was that too much info about jury duty?

Monday, September 17, 2012

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!

Goddamnit. Have to report for jury duty tomorrow. Crap.

Hopefully they'll dismiss once I'm there.

Yeah, that'll happen.

Another Week Begins

I ranted a bit more on my previous post about the abomination known as "A Town Called Mercy" (this weekend's episode of "Doctor Who"). Read at your own risk.

Yes, I'm still angry about it.



I get to find out if I have to serve jury duty tomorrow. Whee.



If jury duty is foisted upon me, I'll be out of the office for the rest of the month. If not, I'll be out of the office for the rest of the month, just a few days later.

The difference is going to be how I spend my time off. *sigh*



In other news, I got my "atomic clock" working properly. I managed to reset the time and it synced up with whatever the hell it's tapping for info in Colorado. Weird issue.

I know you were desperately curious.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Review: A Town Called Mercy

You know the drill.

Spoilers.


































Okay, still there?

So "A Town Called Mercy". The third episode of the seventh series of "Doctor Who".

And the first one I didn't like.

Set in an "Old West" town in the United States, the Doctor, Amy, and Rory pop in the middle of a scattered mess of a plot involving a cyborg gunslinger, a fugitive alien war criminal, and a lot of uncharacteristic nonsense.

I'm honestly not sure I want to get into the plot too much. It's too... just... ragged, random, and jarring.

Toby Whithouse wrote some episodes of "Doctor Who" that I truly disliked. "The God Complex" and "The Vampires of Venice". I can now add "A Town Called Mercy" to the list.

What a waste of Ben Browder in a role.

[EDIT: updated 9/17/2012]: I owe this episode a bit more than "I didn't like it" as a review. Since it's pretty much aired everywhere, I'm going to get into more detail.

The ep starts off randomly. A cyborg ("the Gunslinger") kills some guy with a weird squiggle on the side of his face (Doctor Who is taking makeup tips from "Star Trek the Next Generation", I guess). The Gunslinger ominiously tells his victim that he has one last person to kill: "the doctor". Yes, I didn't capitalize that on purpose.

Cue credits. Next thing you know, the Doctor, Amy, and Rory are in front of an old western town circled by a ring of wood and debris. No sign of the TARDIS. No segue getting our trio there. They're just plopped in midway.

Our plucky TARDIS gang wanders into town and meets the locals. When the Doctor introduces himself, the locals ask if he's an "alien". When the Doctor admits to such, they toss him out of the town anxiously.

In the distance, the Gunslinger starts ominously teleporting into view. Slowly. A few yards at a time.

The Doctor is brought back into the town's "safe zone" (demarked by the debris line) by Isaac (Ben Browder), the town's sheriff. Isaac knows the Doctor is not the Gunslinger's target.

They go to the sheriff's office where they find the true "alien doctor" sought by the Gunslinger: an alien named Kahler Jax (Adrian Scarborough). Jax is of a race called the Kaher (see what they did there?) who are famous for their building skills. Jax has even added electricity to the town (named Mercy) years too early for the timeline and saved the folk from an outbreak of Cholera.

Isaac intends to save Jax from the Gunslinger's tender mercies.

The Doctor finds Jax's crashed spacecraft and accesses the ship's archives.

Turns out the Gunslinger wants Jax dead because Jax was one of the medics who made him into a cybernetic killing machine.

The plot falls apart from there.

The Doctor quickly opts to try to kill Jax by giving him over to the Gunslinger.

Isaac disagrees.

There's contrived conflict as Rory sides with the Doctor's un-Doctor-ish behavior while Amy wants to protect Jax.

Isaac winds up getting killed by the Gunslinger, who demands Jax or he'll kill the whole town.

Isaac, with his dying breath, makes the Doctor the town sheriff and asks him to keep everyone safe.

Okay. Pause a minute. There's nothing saving this town from the cyborg killer. The cyborg killer actually made the debris line around the town. He's a "good guy" in that he doesn't want to unnecessarily kill innocents. He's got high-tech targeting and all that fun stuff. He can teleport and shot energy beams.

WHY THE HELL IS THIS CHARACTER PLAYING WEIRD GAMES WITH THE PRIMITIVE EARTHLINGS???? WHY NOT JUST GO INTO THE DAMN TOWN, OFF JAX, AND BE ON HIS MERRY WAY TO CYBORG ORGY-VILLE OR WHATEVER???????

There is no answer for that.

The Doctor proves he can mess up the cyborg Gunslinger using his sonic screwdriver. So why not incapacitate the cyborg? Who the hell knows?

Why does the Doctor suddenly get into homicidal mode so quickly? There's an off-the-cuff comment that he's been "traveling alone for too long" but there's no indication how long Amy and Rory have been with him this time. Seems the Doctor hasn't really been alone, so... wtf?

Long story short, Jax sacrifices himself. The Gunslinger remains as a guardian of the town in perpetuity as some kind of "legend" watching from the distance.

Toby Whithouse should be banned by law from ever penning another television script for "Doctor Who" for the rest of eternity.

Thus endeth my edit and the balance of my opinion on this travesty of an episode.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Wibbly-wobbly time

I have one of those "atomic clocks" that syncs with some ultra-precise clock out in Colorado.

Today, it went wonky. It's running a good 20 minutes fast.

First time I've ever seen that happen. Threw me completely off this morning. Thought I was running 20 minutes late. By the time I hopped out of the shower and turned on the news, I was... well, surprised is an understatement.

"Pissed off" works.

Thank goodness I still have some BBotE left. I should place another order soonish. Hm...

Today's Teefury offering is "Call of Snoopthulu".



Clever, eh? I'm tempted, but I have a ridiculous number of t-shirts already.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Cable

Say what you will about Comcast, but I have had nothing but positive experiences with their customer service people.

And I'm sure it's a difficult job being polite and helpful to testy TV viewers.

So close yet so far

Friday, I can almost taste you!



To do list today:
  1. Throw down with Comcast's billing department over their bullshit.
  2. Final pass on kitty-sitting.
  3. Laundry. It's always a good idea.
  4. Cooking, baking, and (horrors!) cleaning. Ugh.
  5. Try to watch my recorded shows. If I lose cable, I'll have plenty of time, I guess.


I appear to have wrenched my shoulder last night. When thinking back on how/when this happened, the list of culprits is pretty long. Hm. That does not please me.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Wednesday Thoughts

I thought it was Thursday when I woke this morning. Imagine my disappointment.



Cat sitting (after a fashion) today. Should be a hoot.



Met a self-imposed deadline yesterday at work. I'm so giddy that I made it that I'm actually finding it hard to focus a day later. That's a bit counter-productive, I imagine.



Successful dental visit that doesn't require a return visit for cavities. Yay!



Oddly enough, one of my teeth hurts now. Or maybe it's my jaw. Either way, I'm sure it's my hypochontria at work.

That's what I'm telling myself, anyway.



If all goes well, I'm going to be putting in two and a half hours into martial arts this afternoon.

I should point out that two and a half hours of martial arts will not necessarily end well for me. Especially the stuff we're practicing. Oy vey.



I'm really finding myself irritated that it's only Wednesday.



I've thrown in the towel on "Libriomancer". It's just not doing it for me. Oh well.

I'm re-reading Brandon Sanderson's "Warbreaker". That's good fun.



An unanswered email is making me sadder than I expected to be. Funny how that works out sometimes.



Still kinda giddy over "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship". I really wasn't expecting to enjoy that "Dr. Who" ep at all.



Successfully resisting the siren lure of the Nax. So far.

Let's face it. Two hundred and twenty bucks for a "zombie killing" tool that would get me arrested in about twenty seconds is just not a good investment.

That's a really strangely mature, sober, and sane analysis for me. Is this what being an adult feels like?

I don't like it one bit.



Still absolutely loving my Discrete Messenger Bag. THAT was money well-spent!

Sure, it's put me in debt and was kind of ridiculously-expensive, but I still regret nothing.

Aaah... there goes that "grown up" feeling. Right out the window. Oh my. Made a little splat on the ground outside. Sorry 'bout that.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Messenger Bag

I admit I let myself be lured by this, mainly because I've been lusting after this for a long time and it suddenly came back up on the all-too-brief sale list.

Yes, I got an ITS Generation 2 Discrete Messenger Bag.

I've swapped out my Saddleback for it over the last couple of weeks, mostly as a test run. My thoughts:

  • It's certainly a lot lighter than my Saddleback. That's kind of a "duh!"
  • This bag has a ridiculous number of pockets. Seriously. It's unreal. No what's unreal is that I'm using all of them.
  • I love the zipper access to the internal compartment without having to open the flap. Nice touch!
  • The water bottle holders are generous.
  • There's elastic band/webbing underneath that works perfectly for storing a medium-length collapsed umbrella.
  • Seriously. The number of pockets is just unreal.
  • Slings nicely across the back.
  • One of the internal pockets is padded nicely should I decide to carry my laptop with this bag.
  • WORTH. EVERY. PENNY.

I'm undecided if I like the Discrete Messenger Bag more than my Saddleback. I mean, they're really just very different bags.

The Saddleback is mostly-indestructable leather. Heavy as hell, but has great carrying capacity and is pretty much indestructable. Getting into the bag is a hassle, as the Saddleback uses straps, but that's never really bothered me.

The Discrete Messenger Bag is lighter, but still feels pretty solid. Looks different, of course, but that's the point. The Discrete Messenger Bag looks just like a standard laptop bag whereas the Saddleback looks like something Indiana Jones would cart around.

There's advantages to both. Thankfully I have all the time in the world to play with favorites or switch out as I desire.

Good lord, I've become a purse-person.

Adventures in Late Night Riding

I spent Saturday at a friend's house gaming. Good fun.

I have a few mild concerns as to the disposition of some folks in that area as they may interact with parked automobiles, so I was reluctant to drive to my friend's house.

Good thing I'm within bicycling distance.

So I rode my bike to the game and enjoyed a nerdy afternoon while gorging myself on entirely too much food. I really need to get this gluttony thing under control. Fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies are my crack cocaine, man.

Wait. Getting derailed. Hang on. Let me get back to my point.

So as games go, it got out kind of late. It was dark by the time I left (as I'd expected). I hopped on my bike and adopted my normal early-morning strategy on the same route: I stopped only when necessary (meaning there was traffic in the way).

All the same, it was an eventful ride.

The cars were less of an issue, though there were more than I'm used to, so that was a bit of a worry. No, my issues were mostly the people walking about. Lot of 'em just popping on-and-off the sidewalks.

When I'm on my bike and trying to hug the side of the road closest to sidewalks so as not to get mauled by a car, I find I get displeased when some dumbass steps out in front of me.

I don't think that's an unreasonable reaction.

My favorite encounter was a point when I was stopped at a stop light in front of a liquor store. A drunk or high fellow stepped forward, slurring his words, and insisting I let him ride on my handlebars for a few blocks.

The thoughts that churned through my head were:

  • He was as heavy as I am. Why the hell would I want to double my energy output for some drunk dumbass on my handlebars?
  • He'd crush my bike light if he sat on my handlebars.
  • I wouldn't be able to see around him if he were on my handlebars.
  • SERIOUSLY??? What are we? Ten years old? Who still does this?
Needless to say, I refused and set out on my merry way.

I think I made better time going home than I usually do on that route. Or time was weird for me as I'm unused to riding on that street in that direction.

Okay, now that I've written the story out, it's less amusing than it sounded in my head.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Review: Dinosaurs on a Spaceship

I really need to learn how to do those damn cut-outs for spoilers.


Fair warning: spoilers follow.




































Okay, that ought to do it.

Still there?

The second episode of Series Seven of "Doctor Who" was entitled "Dinosaurs on a Spaceship" and it is true to its title.

It was written by Chris Chibnall, who has written a few tepid "Doctor Who" episodes ("Cold Blood" and "The Hungry Earth") as well as some "Torchwood" stuff.

Not really putting him in my list of favorites for "Doctor Who" writers.

This ep redeemed him in my eyes.

So on to the spoilery stuff.

The Doctor is in ancient Egypt and hanging out with Queen Nefertiti when he receives a signal. He quickly leaves, but Nefertiti accompanies him. The Doctor does a stopover in Africa(?) where he picks up his friend, the big game hunter Riddell (played by "Sherlock" actor Rupert Graves) before picking up the Ponds.

A slight snag: Amy and Rory are getting a visit from Rory's father Brian. And Brian gets pulled along on the trip.

The "gang" winds up on a derelict spacecraft on a collision course with Earth. The Doctor is going to try to stop the ship from hitting the Earth before the Earth's forces blast it with missiles.

Oh, and the ship has dinosaurs on it.

Hijinx ensue.

Turns out the ship is Silurian in origin. There's no longer Silurians on board, though. A disreputable sort of fellow named Solomon (who looks human, but apparently isn't) and his bickering robots took over the ship and removed (read: killed) the Silurian crew. He's planning on selling the dinosaurs.

There's a bit of back-and-forth as well as some father-son bonding with Rory and Brian.

Of course, things end pretty much as one might expect. It's a bit darker than the re-imagined "Doctor Who" has generally been in that the Doctor gets pretty hard-core, albeit justifiably so.

Personally, I liked the episode a lot. I enjoyed the pacing, the plot, the twists, and the fact that there was a truly despicable villain in the core of the story. One of my complaints about the revived series is the lack of truly despicable villains, especially under Moffatt's reign.

This episode brought some of that magic back.

Good job, Mr. Chibnall. I hope your next endeavor is just as solid.