Everyone's a critic...
Bleh. Not much going on here of late, just lounging around the house thinking (only in the vaguest sense) of all the things I should be doing. Cable's been in and out for a couple days, and finally went completely out, just I was chatting up Boston Ames and a soon-to-be playmate, never fails that it quits at the absolute least opportune time! So I'm sitting on hold with Time Warner to bitch...I'm forced to write this offline, in fact. Speaking of cable, I've been running my wireless network unsecured, as a way to "give back" to the community. So if you know where I live, you're welcome to park outside my window and help yourself to some of my bandwidth. Consider it my way of settling up on my universal karmic account. Grr...took these monkeys 15 minutes to even pick up and acknowledge me. They're saying it's a signal problem, (60+dB, where it should be around 30-35dB...which doesn't make much sense to a lay person such as myself, why would the signal spike up like that all of a sudden?) and I need to have a tech come out...the good news is that it's an outside call and I don't have to be here, but the problem is that my friendly cable installer took the identification tags off the line so that i wouldn't get "accidentally" disconnected from my cable TV service, and the guy who eventually comes out will a) have a hell of a time figuring out which one's actually mine, and b) very possibly remove my misappropriated 99 channels. Guess we'll see what happens on Monday...better get another Cuban ready...
OK update...went outside and puttered around at the cable network interface...it looks like someone moved where my cable was hooked into the junction block...it also appears that I'm on the port with the smallest amount of clipping as it is...tried a couple other connections, including the one I thought I was originally on, and they're all worse...maybe they'll need to swap out the whole junction block/splitter/amplifier, but moving them around certainly didn't help a bit. Oh well...where did I put my car keys? Looks like it's time for a little drive...
Got an invitation to head up to Greensboro tomorrow to see a friend, will probably do that since the Chicago trip never came together...it'll be nice to get out on the road for a relatively short road trip, just need to await the call for details on where and when to be.
So I've got MTV on for background noise, when who do I see come on but J Lo...apparently, the concept is that she's all these girls in the video, and this one persona is a clubgoing type with a slinky outfit and a lot of makeup. Problem is, she's got it slathered on so thick that she literally looks like a drag queen. Not one of the few passable ones running around, but like the real manly, kick-your-ass-if-you don't-agree-that-they-look-fabulous scary drag queens. (shudder)
Finally spoke to Boston Amy (as mentioned above), turns out she didn't drive through CLT, (not real sure how that would work otherwise, but oh well) and that's why I hadn't heard from her...she's somehow been held up (physical results, I think) on the start of the flight attendant training, and went to San Deigo for a few days. I've extended her an invitation to come up and see her good buddy Gene for the weekend when she realizes how crazy being around her family makes her, so we'll see if that comes to fruition...
It appears that Skip's finally started his blog (lemme know if you don't want me linking to it, bud!) and so far it's a damned funny read! So funny, in fact, that in conjunction with the dry weather, I've gone ahead and split my lip from laughing too hard...thanks a lot! Now I can't find my Carmex, on top of it, grr!
Still need to call Laura and find out what the scoop on the situation there is...damn this time difference and my goofy sleep schedule! Should also call Ba in the next day or two here and wish him a bon voyage and godspeed and yee lou shwin fung and all that crap...and that I won't make it up to see him off, but eh, he's a big boy...he obsesses over travel details anyway, and I'd just cramp his style. Gotta think of if I need anything from Taiwan though...hrm...maybe a couple hot asian chicks for the guys, that's about all I can think of...
Speaking of asian hotties, some random one wrote me on Friendster today, indicating that she and I seem to have "ohmigod, TOTALLY the same taste in music!" and have I "heard any good trance songs lately?!" Naturally, I wrote her back saying that of course, I had an endless supply of new european trance, (except I left my changer cartridge at Skip and Lin's so I've been stuck listening to crap-ass Charlotte radio since saturday, lucky I haven't had to drive anywhere...) but alas, I only share my music with the girls I'm sleeping with, but CLT is my airport code if she should happen to want to come out to meet me and my new friends...we'll see if that pans out...
Oh yeah, watched Kill Bill Vol.2 today. Was very much looking forward to this one, the first one was so good that going into it, I knew it was going to be a two parter, but managed to get so involved in the story that I forgot, and was utterly surprised when it came time for the quasi-cliffhanger ending. I seem to recall a bunch of people saying how good the second one was, in fact how much better it was than the first one, but holy crap...Quentin, if you're reading this, WTF were you thinking?! It dragged for like the first 98 minutes, there are like MAYBE 2.5 good scenes, then sucks right on through to the weak-ass ending. There's two hours I'm never going to get back. Michael Madsen was wasted, Daryl Hannah was wasted, the stereotypical old Chinese kung-fu master dude, while marginally funny, was utterly wasted (not to mention that the whole punching-through-boards-oh-doesn't-that-come-in-handy bit was insulting and trite) and even Uma can't-act-her-way-out-of-a-wet-paper-bag Thurman was even wasted (although she looked GREAT in the pregnancy test scene sizing up her delicious abs and grabbing herself, yum...and I don't even like her normally). The little girl (Bebe?) was very precocious and cute, but WTF was up with never telling us what the big friggen secret with her name being Beatrix in the first one and like the first 20 minutes of the second one? Did I miss something? And why did her husband-to-be Tommy think her name was like Amanda or something? OK maybe she changed it while she was on the run, but still! For an ace filmmaker, this was a big steamy pile. None of the clever character development of the first one, nowhere near the caliber or even presence of choreography, no kickass showdowns, no chases to speak of, not even any T & A to save it...(sigh) Clearly, I had high hopes, but this isn't even a case of the film not living up to hype or expectations...I'll have to give it two thumbs...square up QT's ass. (Not MY thumbs mind you, maybe some fat hairy biker type.
Grr, no internet makes me sleepy...peace out (gawd, I hate it when people say that)
OK update...went outside and puttered around at the cable network interface...it looks like someone moved where my cable was hooked into the junction block...it also appears that I'm on the port with the smallest amount of clipping as it is...tried a couple other connections, including the one I thought I was originally on, and they're all worse...maybe they'll need to swap out the whole junction block/splitter/amplifier, but moving them around certainly didn't help a bit. Oh well...where did I put my car keys? Looks like it's time for a little drive...
Got an invitation to head up to Greensboro tomorrow to see a friend, will probably do that since the Chicago trip never came together...it'll be nice to get out on the road for a relatively short road trip, just need to await the call for details on where and when to be.
So I've got MTV on for background noise, when who do I see come on but J Lo...apparently, the concept is that she's all these girls in the video, and this one persona is a clubgoing type with a slinky outfit and a lot of makeup. Problem is, she's got it slathered on so thick that she literally looks like a drag queen. Not one of the few passable ones running around, but like the real manly, kick-your-ass-if-you don't-agree-that-they-look-fabulous scary drag queens. (shudder)
Finally spoke to Boston Amy (as mentioned above), turns out she didn't drive through CLT, (not real sure how that would work otherwise, but oh well) and that's why I hadn't heard from her...she's somehow been held up (physical results, I think) on the start of the flight attendant training, and went to San Deigo for a few days. I've extended her an invitation to come up and see her good buddy Gene for the weekend when she realizes how crazy being around her family makes her, so we'll see if that comes to fruition...
It appears that Skip's finally started his blog (lemme know if you don't want me linking to it, bud!) and so far it's a damned funny read! So funny, in fact, that in conjunction with the dry weather, I've gone ahead and split my lip from laughing too hard...thanks a lot! Now I can't find my Carmex, on top of it, grr!
Still need to call Laura and find out what the scoop on the situation there is...damn this time difference and my goofy sleep schedule! Should also call Ba in the next day or two here and wish him a bon voyage and godspeed and yee lou shwin fung and all that crap...and that I won't make it up to see him off, but eh, he's a big boy...he obsesses over travel details anyway, and I'd just cramp his style. Gotta think of if I need anything from Taiwan though...hrm...maybe a couple hot asian chicks for the guys, that's about all I can think of...
Speaking of asian hotties, some random one wrote me on Friendster today, indicating that she and I seem to have "ohmigod, TOTALLY the same taste in music!" and have I "heard any good trance songs lately?!" Naturally, I wrote her back saying that of course, I had an endless supply of new european trance, (except I left my changer cartridge at Skip and Lin's so I've been stuck listening to crap-ass Charlotte radio since saturday, lucky I haven't had to drive anywhere...) but alas, I only share my music with the girls I'm sleeping with, but CLT is my airport code if she should happen to want to come out to meet me and my new friends...we'll see if that pans out...
Oh yeah, watched Kill Bill Vol.2 today. Was very much looking forward to this one, the first one was so good that going into it, I knew it was going to be a two parter, but managed to get so involved in the story that I forgot, and was utterly surprised when it came time for the quasi-cliffhanger ending. I seem to recall a bunch of people saying how good the second one was, in fact how much better it was than the first one, but holy crap...Quentin, if you're reading this, WTF were you thinking?! It dragged for like the first 98 minutes, there are like MAYBE 2.5 good scenes, then sucks right on through to the weak-ass ending. There's two hours I'm never going to get back. Michael Madsen was wasted, Daryl Hannah was wasted, the stereotypical old Chinese kung-fu master dude, while marginally funny, was utterly wasted (not to mention that the whole punching-through-boards-oh-doesn't-that-come-in-handy bit was insulting and trite) and even Uma can't-act-her-way-out-of-a-wet-paper-bag Thurman was even wasted (although she looked GREAT in the pregnancy test scene sizing up her delicious abs and grabbing herself, yum...and I don't even like her normally). The little girl (Bebe?) was very precocious and cute, but WTF was up with never telling us what the big friggen secret with her name being Beatrix in the first one and like the first 20 minutes of the second one? Did I miss something? And why did her husband-to-be Tommy think her name was like Amanda or something? OK maybe she changed it while she was on the run, but still! For an ace filmmaker, this was a big steamy pile. None of the clever character development of the first one, nowhere near the caliber or even presence of choreography, no kickass showdowns, no chases to speak of, not even any T & A to save it...(sigh) Clearly, I had high hopes, but this isn't even a case of the film not living up to hype or expectations...I'll have to give it two thumbs...square up QT's ass. (Not MY thumbs mind you, maybe some fat hairy biker type.
Grr, no internet makes me sleepy...peace out (gawd, I hate it when people say that)
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