e3m0: "He's a couple of sizes bigger than the last time you saw him, right?"
me: "Yeah. Doesn't look quite so breakable."
e3: "Oh no, now he's breaking stuff."
me: "Is that what being a grown-up is? When your, uh, capacity for being broken equals your capacity for breaking things?"
e3: "I dunno, if you add cars to that equation, it goes all chaotic."
me: "True."
e3: "Hmmm. No, I think it is when you put together more things than you take apart."
me: "Nice."
e3: "Which means, most people never become grown-ups."
me: "Your definition does show a certain engineering bias."
e3: "Yep."
"A toddler, a techie and a writer walk into a café..."
Apologies, World
I've been slightly gone and in Hermit Mode for way too long.
The joblessness gets to me and the instinctive - as in, I don't think about it, it just happens - reaction is to Not Look. So it's books, games, applications, jumping of hoops, coffee, cigarettes and, hey, where did that month go?
And here we are, March. Starting to defrost a bit. Listening to Neko Case as per recommendation by the Brother. Making a nuisance of myself in an ostensibly "Free To Play" MMO. (It is free, unless you like silly things like game balance. Still, I manage to have fun.) Spamming "just give me any damn job" applications all over. Watching Dollhouse, and enjoying it so far. Feeling bluuuueeeee.
How are you?
The joblessness gets to me and the instinctive - as in, I don't think about it, it just happens - reaction is to Not Look. So it's books, games, applications, jumping of hoops, coffee, cigarettes and, hey, where did that month go?
And here we are, March. Starting to defrost a bit. Listening to Neko Case as per recommendation by the Brother. Making a nuisance of myself in an ostensibly "Free To Play" MMO. (It is free, unless you like silly things like game balance. Still, I manage to have fun.) Spamming "just give me any damn job" applications all over. Watching Dollhouse, and enjoying it so far. Feeling bluuuueeeee.
How are you?
Merry/Tolerable
Because, as I may have mentioned, the best jokes are the ones that require an arbitrary education.
I wish you zero stress, blue cheese on pepparkakor and a hopping New Year.
I wish you zero stress, blue cheese on pepparkakor and a hopping New Year.
blogzyblogzy
Coffee. I have it. Now, where was I?
Oh yes. Woken up bydemon-infested lovely phone. Voice informs me I've reached Stage 2 of a job application. Wooo. I may become technical call center person. Unless someone at that company remembers I once dissed them to their faces at a party.
(e3m0 may know what I'm talking about. Hush!)
Voice turns out to be Dino's sister-in-law. Who, to beclear less obtuse, doesn't work for company I dissed. Yeah, it's Monday. Weird synchronicities juuust keep piling on.
Getting half the computer replaced again. Dedicated research tells me a vidcard's base temperature should not be 100 degrees Celsius. And that fans aren't meant to be purely decorative. Dropping the machine at the shop soon as I get done with some Jumping ov Hoopz.
Hope you're enjoying the Season. I... well, the older I get, the more it just sneaks up on me.
"It's December 15? How'd that happen? And, hang on, I'm supposed to be feeling something, aren't I? I know I used to."
This coffee needs honey. One moment.
Actually... \o/
Expatriates and Out-of-Townie Sis will be here soon! This is of the Awesome.
Now. must return to Faking Productivity. I will leave you with the following:
Dear Google, the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button does nothing for me.
I request you replace it with "Amuse me, damnit! Amuse me NOW!"
It would help. Would too.
Oh yes. Woken up by
(e3m0 may know what I'm talking about. Hush!)
Voice turns out to be Dino's sister-in-law. Who, to be
Getting half the computer replaced again. Dedicated research tells me a vidcard's base temperature should not be 100 degrees Celsius. And that fans aren't meant to be purely decorative. Dropping the machine at the shop soon as I get done with some Jumping ov Hoopz.
Hope you're enjoying the Season. I... well, the older I get, the more it just sneaks up on me.
"It's December 15? How'd that happen? And, hang on, I'm supposed to be feeling something, aren't I? I know I used to."
This coffee needs honey. One moment.
Actually... \o/
Expatriates and Out-of-Townie Sis will be here soon! This is of the Awesome.
Now. must return to Faking Productivity. I will leave you with the following:
Dear Google, the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button does nothing for me.
I request you replace it with "Amuse me, damnit! Amuse me NOW!"
It would help. Would too.
"...because we can."
[MINOR SPOILER ALERT for episode 3x12, if you still care that much about Heroes. Bloody Violence Alert, too.]
Knowledge pre-req: the victim's power is Lie Detection.
And this, ladies and gents, is why The Spike is occasionally tolerable. (That which doesn't kill you eventually turns you into a self-parody. Which can be fun, in limited doses.)
More TV: Fun With Fugitives
Reaper is fairly easy to explain. It's Clerks meets Brimstone. Sam the Useless discovers parents sold his soul to the Devil. To be collected on his 21st birthday. Guess what today is?
Except the Devil doesn't drag him to Hell. Sam gets a job as a bounty hunter! Sending escaped bad, bad souls back to the eternal slammer. And so it begins.
On paper, I should be all over this like wacky captions on cat pictures.
But, I dunno. The hijinx somehow fail to ensue. Sam's got even more useless friends. Sam's got a non-character of a girl buddy to pine for. Sam hates his job at the Work Bench, which - from what I can tell - is a hardware / Ikea type place that sells... whatever the current episode requires it to. Sam hates his new job. He is a reluctant, feet-dragging excuse for a hero. The word, so far, is "meh".
Of course, the Devil is the greatest character. Big suprise there. But this particular Old Scratch isn't all too diabolic. Yeah, he's got the smarmy used-car salesman schtick. The overly-cheerful menace. Occasional cruel pranks. Yet on the whole, he comes across as the Angel of Tough Love. The Advocate of Scared Straight.
"I've seen how it ends, and you know what? God wins."
Allow me to facepalm at the hilarity of sanitizing Satan for morally acceptable television. That's not the prideful Adversary. That's God's Prison Warden.
And on that note...
I'm not sure what's so appealing about Prison Break, but I've seen two seasons of it. (While in the same timespan I've watched two episodes of Reaper.) It's basically a string of well-laid plans with last minute complications followed by narrow escapes. It's, erm, The Great Escape meets 24? One of those shows that require serious suspension of disbelief and nitpicking reflexes.
I suppose it's refreshing to have the main character be the Mastermind. (As it's usually a Big Bad trait.) It's got a crapload of Magnificent Bastards. (The most prominent of which suffers from a massive case of The Spike - that is, a character rendered unkillable because he's just too much fun. To the detriment of the rest of the story.)
The show confuses me. I'm not that fond of the characters. (Nice acting and - fine - cute redheaded doctors will only take you so far.) The dialogue is functional-but-uninspired, for the most part. The constant suspense means there's no actual suspense, just the question of what the next complication will be. (It's a lot like playing Doom 3 in that regard. You know something will jump out of the closet to chew your face off. Not scary, just exhausting. So eventually, you shrug in disgust and go replay Half-Life 2 instead.)
I should've dropped it thirty episodes ago. And yet. And yet.
Theories?
Except the Devil doesn't drag him to Hell. Sam gets a job as a bounty hunter! Sending escaped bad, bad souls back to the eternal slammer. And so it begins.
On paper, I should be all over this like wacky captions on cat pictures.
But, I dunno. The hijinx somehow fail to ensue. Sam's got even more useless friends. Sam's got a non-character of a girl buddy to pine for. Sam hates his job at the Work Bench, which - from what I can tell - is a hardware / Ikea type place that sells... whatever the current episode requires it to. Sam hates his new job. He is a reluctant, feet-dragging excuse for a hero. The word, so far, is "meh".
Of course, the Devil is the greatest character. Big suprise there. But this particular Old Scratch isn't all too diabolic. Yeah, he's got the smarmy used-car salesman schtick. The overly-cheerful menace. Occasional cruel pranks. Yet on the whole, he comes across as the Angel of Tough Love. The Advocate of Scared Straight.
"I've seen how it ends, and you know what? God wins."
Allow me to facepalm at the hilarity of sanitizing Satan for morally acceptable television. That's not the prideful Adversary. That's God's Prison Warden.
And on that note...
I'm not sure what's so appealing about Prison Break, but I've seen two seasons of it. (While in the same timespan I've watched two episodes of Reaper.) It's basically a string of well-laid plans with last minute complications followed by narrow escapes. It's, erm, The Great Escape meets 24? One of those shows that require serious suspension of disbelief and nitpicking reflexes.
I suppose it's refreshing to have the main character be the Mastermind. (As it's usually a Big Bad trait.) It's got a crapload of Magnificent Bastards. (The most prominent of which suffers from a massive case of The Spike - that is, a character rendered unkillable because he's just too much fun. To the detriment of the rest of the story.)
The show confuses me. I'm not that fond of the characters. (Nice acting and - fine - cute redheaded doctors will only take you so far.) The dialogue is functional-but-uninspired, for the most part. The constant suspense means there's no actual suspense, just the question of what the next complication will be. (It's a lot like playing Doom 3 in that regard. You know something will jump out of the closet to chew your face off. Not scary, just exhausting. So eventually, you shrug in disgust and go replay Half-Life 2 instead.)
I should've dropped it thirty episodes ago. And yet. And yet.
Theories?
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