Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Boycott Harper Collins

There's an eBook kerfluffle over "durability" of eBooks for libraries.

In case my blog post title isn't terribly clear, I'm siding with the libraries.

That's just how I roll.

Super Powers

I got a refill of Black Blood of the Earth yesterday.

I had some for... um... with breakfast this morning.

I was able to heat my oatmeal with the power of my mind.

I love this stuff.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Sympathy for the Naming

My blog post title isn't as clever as I'd like it to be.

Over this weekend, I finished The Wise Man's Fear.

I'm still in a sort of haze of happy from it.

That was a damn fine book!

I find myself riveted to the tales of Kvothe's life and trials.

I can't for the life of me figure out how he plans to conclude this story in a third novel.

I can't for the life of me figure out how I'm going to wait three or four more years for him to write and publish the next one.

I feel like a crack addict going through withdrawal.

Saddle Up

I meant to babble about this earlier, but I'm easily distra... oooh! Shiny!

What was I...? Oh yeah.

So yeah. Saddleback Leather Company.

Let me get my brain back into the zone here. Oh yes, so it's a weekend or two ago. I'm wandering about scenic San Francisco on a sunny-ish, nice day in between spots of rain and I'm trucking about with my Saddleback satchel. I wandered into a store and poked about when one of the clerks stops me.

"Is that a Saddleback?"

And thus starts the conversation and my enthusiastic gushing over how much I looooove my "man purse".

I own several things from Saddleback. All of them date from a year or two ago when I actually had a little money to buy expensive stuff with (all pre-dating my car payment... *sigh*). I've got a couple of their large satchels as well as one of their classic briefcases and even a little case for my iTouch.

I'm not the sort of person who will get a lot of love from PETA with my fashion choices.

It's funny how these bags get attention, though. I often get stopped as I wander about the Bay Area and questioned about the bags.

Sometimes people just ask me where I got the bag from. Sometimes they already know and just want to know how I like it.

At least two people have asked me why I don't carry a bullwhip and wear a fedora with my satchel(s).

They rock.

20 lies (and counting)

Saw this on BoingBoing: 20 lies (and counting) told by Gov. Walker.

I've given a lot of thought to Wisconsin and Ohio lately. As someone who has family who were/are public employees, I find the savage attacks on their earnings to be puzzling, but I guess not terribly shocking.

I'm more stunned at how jackasses like Walker are able to get away with this, but I suppose it's not all that big of a surprise.

The "big lie" has always worked well as a tactic.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Lovin' the tree corpse

Yesterday I received my copy of The Wise Man's Fear by the glorious god of writing known as Patrick Rothfuss.

Nine-hundred and ninety-four pages of Rothfussy goodness.

Nearly a thousand pages of prose from someone who has only published one other book that quickly made it into my top three favorite novels list.

I'm 290 pages in so far. It has not disappointed in the least.

It was all I could do to come into work today instead of call in "sick" and stay in bed reading.

I haven't been this happy about having a book handy since... um...

Hm.

I'll get back to you on that.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Woh-PAH! Ninja Alien Deathmatch!

This is a review of the cinematic masterpiece known as Alien vs Ninja.

I'd warn of spoilers but there's not a lot to spoil.

The story opens in "ancient" Japan. When? They're vague on that point and it really doesn't matter. Some badass ninjas (Masanori Mimoto and Kashiwabara Shuuji) have obliterated a target and are heading home with their cowardly gageteer associate.

Mimoto's ninja, Yamata, loves to fight. So when a band of enemy ninja come after him, he slaughters them in an orgy of cartoony, CGI violence.

Then a meteor blazes overhead.

Nearby, another band of ninja - including Rie (Hijii Mika), a kunoichi (female ninja) are heading back home from a mission and indulging in some commentary that most certainly ought to get them a visit to HR. Rie pauses and takes note of the same meteor overhead.

I bet you can't guess what happens from here.

So all the ninjas return home. There's a chat with the scar-faced ninja master who sits amidst a series of anachronistically-garbed ninja warriors (but that's okay, y'see, 'cause the main ninjas are all anachronistically-garbed as well).

They're sent out as a group to poke around and investigate the meteor.

And that's when they encounter the titular alien that crashed on Earth.

Cue the slaughter of the redshirt ninjas. Cue the stylistic fighting with ridiculous, cartoony weapons. Cue the comical blood and gore.

The numbers are quickly whittled down the four ninjas (including the coward one). Cue the sexual tension between the two leading ninja guys (the hotheaded uber-violent one and the cool, lazy-seeming, one) and the lady ninja.

It's actually unclear who was into whom, really. I guess it doesn't matter.

Cue the survivor kid from a slaughtered village who tells them of the monster.

Ninjas hunt the monster to avenge their fallen comerades. Meanwhile, the monster infects surviving wounded ninjas with parasite aliens that take over the bodies of those they inhabit.

More fighting. One hero-ninja gets captured. Other hero-ninjas get spanked by the monster (not literally, though the alien did try some hentai-style groping and phallic tail attacks against Hijii Mika's character, but she wasn't having any of that).

Cue the heroes going after their captured comerade.

Cue the possessed ninjas (who are essentially zombies, making this movie EVEN BETTER!!!).

More fighting. Asskickery all over the place.

Carnage. Climactic battle against the alien. Gunplay with the ninja gageteer's inexplicably sophisticated ninja machine pistol. Swordplay. At one point, both at the same time.

I think there was a couple of seconds dedicated to an attempt at character development and backstory.

There was a lot of trash talking. There was some random bits of utterly-baffling profanity.

There was an awful lot of sexual harrassment. I'm mildly-surprised Hijii's character didn't just stab the crap out of her teammates.

I guess that's not how they do things in ninja villages.

All-in-all, this movie was an INCREDIBLY-satisfying orgy of ridiculous ultra-violence and cartoony battles.

It boggles my mind that this wasn't up for an academy award.

I laughed. I cried.

It was better than "Cats".