BEST MONSTER MOVIE EVER, slash, not so much

Gwoemul (The Host), with...a big fishymonsteracrobat thing. The first portion of the movie was utterly hilarious, and just plain fun - something about the cinematography when the monster was initially rampaging around made it feel like an amusement park ride to me. But then, the movie kind of meandered....then got mired...then serious. If they'd just stuck with funny, then I might have been a lot more enthusiastic by the end. But instead, it just got kind of sad, for all involved. I agree with Kim in that it seems there's a lot of socio-political commentary going on in the story and characters, but I'm just not up enough on the situation there to get more than a basic grasp of it. Perhaps if we hadn't watched it dubbed it would have been better, but....no, it just should have stood of stuck with slapstick monster comedy.

Looks to be like a couple psych/symbol-utilizing games might be interesting

Also: possibly classy scifi

A wonderful article on systema, including conditioning, grappling, and even things like bodyguarding technique

*sniff* le cry

The Armour of Contempt, by Dan Abnett. As we noted at Kim's parents' house, you can tell it's British because of the 'u.' As usual, Abnett's writing style...well, there's just not room to go on about it. Cinematic in the best possible ways, and characters that are impossible not to feel for. That said, I can see how one might say that this book is something of a let down; it's something that should in a sense be a climactic triumph, but instead it hardly seems to go anywhere, and the main characters are almost tangent to the meat of the matter. I think this novel serves some important functions, though - showing the evolution of the main characters, embodied in Dalen Criid's portion of the story, and his development as a character. And in that, and in the rest, characterizing the main group of characters as a whole by placing them so starkly within the impersonal, dark setting, embodied in the reasoning behind the liberation the novel is about, and how it is executed, and their part in it. I could obviously explain that better, but it would take an essay. Good read, in any case (but for the tragic ending, which is its own bittersweetness).

big, and squishy: tempting

well, Kim's got it way handled (pinched?) already

ugly fashion, yellow junk, coobs

The Devil Wears Prada, with Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway. I'm torn between saying this was a really good stand-alone movie, and positing that perhaps it would have actually just been really good had one read the book. I suspect that latter on account of the carefully constructed phrasing in some scenes, which I'd bet was taken directly from the book, and so would have been more appreciated with that context. But anyway, what I found really interesting about this movie (besides reflecting that I thought nigh every 'fashionable' outfit was utterly atrocious) was the connection it made in my head to the novel Evolution's Shore. That is, the main character in the novel is driven by her own ambition rather than by her job/boss context and becomes a monster in her own special way, but generally there's a lot similar between the texts in the development of that main character. Devil is just romantic-lite, Evolution is more dark-mature.
-addendum...hm, well, I was going to add Connie and I's back and forth, but I'll simply extract that I agree about not liking her getting back together with the boyfriend, contrived, and just not right for her. Hell, now, if we look at Gaby from the analagous novel, she had to go through reporting on Chechnya-style wars for years, war-torn Africa, then further effort back in America before painfully re-forging a connection with her man. Not just have a coffee and a scone. Pfft.

The Simpsons Movie. With SpiderPig. SpiderPig. Doing, whatever. A piderpig can. Can, he swing? From, a web? No, he can't. He's, a pig. Look out. Here comes, Spider, Pig. Well, it wasn't as bad as it might have turned out. The beginning was hilarious, but as the prevailing opinion goes (and is correct), it gets kind of bogged down as the movie goes on. Generally pretty funny, though it didn't blow my mind or anything.

Cube, with McKay from Atlantis, and Ezri Dax from Deep Space Nine. Interesting movie - well, the movie itself isn't that amazingly engaging, but I can definitely see it making for good conversation. The concept is so simple, in a sense, and yet generates so many questions - what's outside the giant cube they're trapped in? Why are they trapped? Why them? And none of it quite answered within the text. I found especially interesting the point made on the wiki of the film that the characters undergo complete reversals by the end of the film - hero to villain, useless cripple to most important and then only survivor, poison to hero, etc. I likey.

-Gravity Pods - clever!

-dang thing is freaking me out...I think I saw it and then had an image of waking up in the middle of the night and seeing it staring at me from on top of the sheets

kertrivia ball

I love octopuses dearly for their interesting wierdness, but man, blanket octopuses are really wierd

Interesting article, both in regards to aikido and the psyche

How fun! Star jelly.

Funny saying: "God created man in his image, and man quickly returned the favor..."

Suddenly I'm super excited about the movies again

tranny Travolta vs chiweewee eating anaconda: GO

Hairspray, with Nikki Blonski, John Travolta, and Christopher Walken. I really liked this musical, though at the same time, I can't remember a single melody from it. I suppose in that sense it was more of a straight-up movie than an musical, to me, in that I wasn't focused so much on the songs as everything else going on. All the actors and actresses were perfect, and it's really a great story. Also, John Travolta. Fat woman suit. Yes.

Snakes on a Plane, with Samuel L Jackson and Julianna Margulies. Ew! Lots of gruesome death. But it's pretty hilarious. For as much as it's kind of playing into its own self-realized stupidity, it...well, it pulls off exactly that. There were even a few moderately serious parts, as much as I was expecting one of the pilots to go "Whammy!" and for a fat woman to get bit in the bajingo. Cult(ural) classic, right here. Now, I might go get one of those shirts from Overcompensating...

trivivia ball

-an interesting speech, given by a Moorish commander before a successful battle against the Visigoths; is it just me, or is it more negative than one might expect in the first paragraph?

-Manichaeism also seems interesting...anyone know more about this religion? I didn't really understand that much (besides some interesting imagery involving demons and virgins) from the article

-interesting thought to contemplate: "The breath is to the body what thought is to the mind."

-Spiderman vs Kingpin preview; looks to be some snappy dialogue

also: amusingly timed power outages

The Descent, with several British women, hongry cave monsters, and exactly one male cast member who was amusingly (and accurately) predicted by Kevin to die in a quite particular way. I think it was a great movie, with characters with some actual depth, in themselves and in their relationships, and all of that tied together with generally understated implications and expressions. The monsters themselves weren't so much scary as the environment, I'll note, but perhaps in a sense the monsters are just an extension of the environment - impersonally blind, practically non-sentient in general, but implacable all the same. Also, as much as one might be tempted to set up a female-vs-male dichotomy in terms of the human women and almost entirely male monsters, I think a more interesting tact might be that the women's subconscious issues with themselves and their relationships with each other, which are normally buried under societal niceties, are brought to the surface when the women themselves are buried. How's that for some punny imagery within syntax. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that it's like they're delving into their own subconsciouses, in a sense. Oh! Oh! And this is a spoiler, but did anyone else notice that it was the (former) mother who kills the child-monster, and then the mother thereof? It's like she finally confronted herself as the survivor of the intitial car accident, perhaps in viewing herself as the monster in being the only survivor, and then all that's left is to kill the woman who her husband was cheating on her with! Bam! How trippy is that? Anyway, I could go on, obviously.

Ignatius Timothy Trebitsch-Lincoln seems like he was an odd and interesting man

yes. balls.

just a quote from a book I'm reading-
“Last night Edgar, an adolescent wirehaired Dachshund, came over to visit. In twenty seconds his nose located the errant tennis ball under the couch. He began digging and whining, desperate to extract the fuzzy golden globe. We showed him bones, chew toy, rope toys, interactive rubber toys, and heaven knows what else. He wanted the ball. Later that night I turned on the local television news. As much time was devoted to the fate of golf balls, baseballs, and basketballs as to world peace, world hunger, and medical epidemics. No wonder we love dogs so much. No one else understands our obsession with balls so well.”

Tragi-epic, and fluff...and, uh, soil

Galaxy in Flames, by Ben Counter. Yet another book in one of the bestest series ever written, The Horus Heresy. This is the last of the initial trilogy, apparently to be followed by several, more focused interim novels, and eventually concluded with another hugely epic trilogy. I enjoyed this one in particular, in that though it didn't go as far with character development, it really didn't need to - it's the conclusion for several characters, in fact; it rather, then, concentrated on using the 40k setting to its potential-of-science fiction craziest, and creating great action scenes. How? By limiting the perspective in any given battle to one character, the reader gets a helmet-cam view, which thus makes the writing wonderfully cinematic. Great stuff!

Accepted, with Justin Long, a cute redhead, a cute blonde, and John Travolta and John Cusack's sisters. Yeah. Didn't realize those last two. I wonder if one could write about this movie, engaging in terms of the theme of attempting to create a utopia of sorts. In literary terms, interestingly, that would place it under the meta-category of science fiction. Anyway, all that babble aside, it's a pretty funny movie, not going deeper than what most people who'd identify with the main character would daydream for themselves, and in that, it does perfectly well. And it has that interesting nod towards ideas about utopia and education.

addendum: ah ha! I just remembered where I'd heard the name Bartleby before - a really creepy story about a man named Bartleby who is depressed to the point of becoming almost supernatural, by Herman Melville. I bet the movie writers just wanted a funny name, though.

terra preta - intriguing

Things of Note - an Auspicious Weekend?

-7.7.7. Rawr.
-yoga students bring really interesting lunches - homemade protein-enriched granola, marinated octopus, kombucha....
-chanting the yoga sutras is inexplicably superfun - call and response Sanskrit!
-after a couple hours of Tibetan, visual, aural, visualization, walking, breath-following, and other kinds of meditation, the mental state afterward is...well, awesome
-hammies are a bit sore, though
-aw, man, raisins? really, dogs? did you have to? stressing me out all weekend, aiii
-yay school where you sit on cushions on the floor all day, and pull out shiatsu futons to watch a movie!
-for whatever reason, half the people in the class seem really, really familiar
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-that is so hardcore

p-p-push it! mm, hot karaoke

Grandma's Boy, with Linda Cardellini (not the gal from Veronica Mars, as it turns out) and Allen Covert (not Mel Gibson, as we really actually almost thought at a few moments). Though it started out having me wondering whether the movie really was going to seem as oddly vapid as the beginning seemed to be, it really caught its own momentum and became just plain funny. Slash, gross. After noting that Adam Sandler was the executive producer, I noted a few similar tropes to Happy Gilmore - sleeping with a (much, much) older woman, hot woman acting as consultant of sorts and becoming love interest, arrogant and socially inept antagonist, and positive and healthy relationship with a grandmother. Interesting take on similar things, I actually kind of liked this one more in a lot of ways, even if only because of the cast of characters that I actually got a little attached to by the end of the movie.

kerboom!

Live Free or Die Hard, with Bruce Willis and Justin Long. Also, Maggie Q, rowr, and what I swear is a very famous traceur, though for the life of me I can't remember his name. Ah ha! Here we are, just had to look him up in Banlieue 13 - Cyril Raffaelli. Basically, a little over two hours of non-stop action. Which, at first thought, I found kind of disappointing, in the corresponding lack of character development and plot - but, as was quickly pointed out to me, who the hell cares? Stuff was blowing up! And this is true. Also, and more interestingly to me (besides the hilarious Kevin Smith cameos) was Raffaelli and the showcasing of his parkour skills at two points in the movie - inspiring! Though, I have to note, I think it'll be darkly funny if people don't believe a human body can do that, and yet believe some of the other, more implausible stunts could happen that easily. And, if anyone knows the name of the girl band playing when Long's character is introduced, I will kiss you. Nevermind, no kisses, I think I found it. Now, if anyone wants to get me a cd, before I do, anyway...

Transformers, with Shia LeBeouf and Megan Fox. Hey, this one had parkour, too! Well, robot parkour, anyway. Still, it seems to be becoming a definite staple of action movies, which I am quite fine with. I was a bit leary of saying I liked this movie as well, in this case because of the bits that made it seem more like a kiddy-movie than not, but hell those weren't near enough to bring down the rest. I guess my first impulse was to want them to go all the way in making it more 'edgy,' but compromise is needed, I suppose, to appeal to all audiences. Ginormous, blockbuster, massive budget robot fun. Well played, Michael Bay...for once.

practical. creepy. violent. a trifecta, except not.

On Writing, by Stephen King. Wow. If I had ever been an English teacher, or ever go on to teach English, I'm all over this book. It is single-handedly more practically useful and on top of that more interesting than any fiction-writing class I had in school. The first section is kind of a portrait of the writer as a young man, as it were, which is engaging and illuminating both; the latter half of the book is about the actual nuts and bolts of writing. Which is a far cry from the oft-repeated "we can't really teach you how to write" that was heard in school; but hell, they could have supplied the toolbox worth of advice and common sense that King offers. Ah well. Anyway, some really great stuff for anyone interested in writing; bonus trivia, there's even part of a first draft of 1408, with King's corresponding revising notes scanned over it.

1408, with John Cusack and Samuel L Jackson. Pretty solidly good horror. Though I still haven't figured out why they cast Jackson as the hotel manager, considering the completely opposite character in the corresponding short story the movie is based on; I guess maybe just for star power? Anyway, not really a jump in your face an scare you movie, but more old-school mess with your psyche horror. I enjoyed what they added to the story to make it more film-friendly, and though a couple of the special effects suddenly made me feel like I was watching an amusement park ride, generally it was fine - and that said, the subtle, regular old creepy-camera-angles did a lot of the legwork. Even had an ending that left me with goosebumps, which is pretty awesome, considering most horror endings these days. I'll note the random little thing I noticed wherein anytime Cusack's character hit anything while freaking out or angry, he had great martial form - I mean, what regular schmuck kicks a wall in general with a tight back-kick, or hits the door with a cutting elbow? Also, they still snuck something of a Dark Tower reference in there, I wonder if anyone else read the detail as such.

Reservoir Dogs, with, well, several now-famous actors. Like 1408, this mostly takes place within a single room; it also shares some of those unorthodox camera angles and tracking. And, that's the end of my conferral of the two films, I haven't really thought that out. Anyway, one thing I find really interesting about this iconic movie, besides the iconic images contained within, is that the main action and impetus of the story is never actually seen by the audience. What we see is purely what happened before and after the attempted robbery catastrophe, and I think that that frees up the narrative for its jumping around in the timeline. Instead of building up to what would have otherwise been the climax of the movie, the shootout at the jewelry store, the introduction and denouement become the substance of the story. Interesting! Abrupt ending, though.

Things of Note - A...Hm...Weekend. Yes.

-yeah, really couldn't think of any descriptor there, and "varied" seemed boring
-I now have a Sam's Club card...and look like a doof in the grainy little photo
-after a trip to Summit Hutt, I'm thinking about taking up backpacking, or "humping it," if you will
-tuna and bacon? well, they don't really add to one another, but it kind of works
-LG...everywhere....
-dags and bur! and light-schwartzes
-a deceptively simple game, just red or black, and a thin line between awesome and not
-yay very generous, housebound old women - now, we just have to hope their children don't think Kim is conning them or something
-yay Corinne's art show! and yes, sell the totes!

booty - 'boot-ay' - (noun)

Copied from an email response to Mr Andrew-

The proper booty, you see, or 'bootay' if you will has just the ratio between muscle and cushion. Enough muscle is important in that that it is firm and juicy, yet just enough cushion all the same that there is a bit of feminine 'give' (sometimes known as more cushion for the pushin'), or jelly, for a sexy jiggle. But! One must be careful that there is not too much on the cushion side of the ratio, as we all know what that leads to; both aspects, of course, also contribute to the keystone of the matter, shapeliness. Thus, we have the perfectly smackable, grab-able, push-able (as it were) booty. One might note as a postscript that it doesn't matter whether a gal is slender or more curvy, as both can interestingly have that shapely tush.

Verily: meowmeows and dizzawgs

The Truth About Cats and Dogs, with Uma Thurman and Janeane Garofalo. Interesting! Like The Sure Thing, it's not really an average romantic comedy, but this is being approached from a different path entirely, that is, the riff on Cyrano de Bergerac path. Heh, which I was slow enough not to realize till I read that in text. Much to my chagrin. It's interesting in that the genders are reversed, which has some interesting effects (though I'm still not quite understanding why Garofalo later 'disowned' the movie on the grounds of it being anti-feminist, but I'm working at that).

One is that where ye olden Cyrano is quite apparently physically unattractive on account of his big schnoz (though wow, I never thought of that in phallic terms...whoa), Garofalo is actually quite attractive. It would have been interesting, certainly, for her to have been made physically unattractive, and much more true to the point of the story, but I just don't think it would have panned out with audiences (and now I start to see Garofalo's issue). Two, and building on that issue, is Thurman's character's sweet-but-dumb characteristic - that is, her own self-doubt is interestingly developed, but the horribly unfortunate aspect of that is that it is never really rectified. She just accepts the fact of 'being stupid,' and in a sense, her character is subtly almost tragic in that way, almost more than how Christian dies uselessly in the original play. Anyhoo, I could go on, I'll stop there.

Chris: King of River Shotgunning

The Sure Thing, with John Cusack and Daphne Zuniga. Pretty laugh out loud funny, I have to say. I think a couple things are interesting about this movie that elevate above a general romantic comedy. One, I was initially puzzled by Cusack's character, as he seemed something of a dick; but as the character progressed through the movie (and his own development), the more Cusack-esque character aspects shined through. So, in a sense, it wasn't just a growing-up thread, but a growing-up-into-a-Cusack-character thread. And fans of the actor will know what I'm talking about, I think. And in that, except for the cardboard cutouts of the pretty girl and the plaid boyfriend at the end, lies the other interesting thing, that at least the two main characters have a good bit more depth to them, and if one wants to argue that, at least an earnestness to them that is lacking in a lot of romcoms. Take the ending, say - there's no deus ex machina nor is there a spectacular save-the-day, but rather, the boy in question didn't do something, and then exerts his creativity in an understated manner to simply give the girl an opening. Nice, and in relative terms, subtle. And furthermore! The two characters meet halfway by the end of the movie, neither really sacrificing, and both gaining. Well played, movie. Well played.

Things of Note - A Lemony Weekend

-since when do people race on the upper roads of Mt Lemmon at two in the morning? What the hell was that about?
-we don't need no steenking hot dogs!
-double pirouettes while staring at stars: the new drunk test...just don't fall over while doing the prep
-yay Wyatt's lantern and other camping stuff, without which we might have been somewhat screwed!
-everyone freeze when the dogs start sprinting (though it would be pretty funny to see someone just get taken out)
-what was with that woman's eye? Was she just messing with us, or did she have an actual twitch?
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-I bet this could totally be turned into all sorts of scifi-fantasy stories (I'm thinking bouyant plants that somehow float into the air, say, or some outerspace variation...)

Things of Note - A Real Rollercoaster of a Weekend

-Wienersnitchzel...I have no idea if I spelled that right....wow, I really didn't...is pretty good; I'd just been put off by a bad college experience (slash, it was funny in retrospect)
-I just learned that wiener schnitzel actually has nothing to do with what that restaurant sells
-we watched plenty of rom-com this weekend
-Kim's sister can rock "I Will Survive" in karaoke
-would someone please tell Kevin and I where we know those incredibly familiar girls from?
-yay Bobo's! slash, the M word
-why is there such stubborness about this TV issue?
-alternating between The Simple Life and The Sixth Sense is kind of funny

Post-Collapse-Week TriviaBall

I think this is great idea, especially in the aikido principle of meeting a person where they're at - blending - in order to really connect with them, and in this case, resolve an issue

Who knew little blocks could turn creepy? Slash, do they still sell legos, even?

As much as these illusions (most of which are interactive!) are fun, they also play into stuff I've been going through lately, in that it's funny how what we think might be absolutely true absolutely isn't, with even a slight tweak of perspective and interpretation

From Ms Xuemei, a very funny geographical progression

Two thoughts: one, I didn't realize she was pretty hot...two, I'll give her points for pulling off a one-woman show this way

pretty action and not-pretty action

Appurushîdo, with many Japanese voices, because I refuse to listen to the English voice-track. Wait, hang on, I'm still giggling at remembering them saying the title during the movie....Appuuurushiiiido. Ahem. Okay, I'm done. From the start, there's gorgeous, original action sequences, with a pretty rocking techno soundtrack. The setting seems interesting, though I wish they would have expanded it a little more; not because the story needed it, I don't think, but just because I was left wondering what the rest of the world besides the one city was like. There's a full bevy of science-fiction concepts to think about (I suddenly wonder how much a bevy is), but that doesn't save a kind of oddly paced plot and and stumbly ending. If you need some eye-candy action, it's cool, though. Heh, apuuruushiido.
-oh, I guess I should note, that's an Engrishing of 'appleseed'

Platoon, with Willem Dafoe and Charlie Sheen. Platoon is famous, and with reason - it's a damn good movie. Just not a happy one. I can't really point to any flaws in it on a first viewing, but I'll just note a random trivial thing (or maybe not trivial?) - did anyone else notice any homoerotic undertones in the underground-smoking-scene? Actually, wait, I will note that reading a book on alleviating depression, with all its positive and idealistic aspects, is quite an odd contrast to watching this movie - that is, I couldn't fathom how the poor soldiers could be helped, in the midst of the situations they were in. Except, perhaps, in Dafoe's character, who maintained some level of compassion and idealism, somehow.

Things of Note - Almost Monsoon? A Weekend.

-has anyone else ever noticed that Bookman's has a "Pornoire" in the corner? Is anyone else kind of curious what's in there?
-funny how playing a video game can be stressful enough that it can make its own good point about how horrible war is; if the game can be that anxiety-inducing, yeesh....
-and was Bookman's always that busy on Sundays?
-I got my car washed. Then a bird shat upon it.
-financial director: wow, unexpectedly wolf-whistle gorgeous
-the semi-legendary Wierd Plant Sale pretty much turned out to be a succulent/desert plant sale...still, they had a few odd succulents, I guess, but pretty much all succulents are a bit odd
-and were Friday nights always Mexican family night at Hollywood Video?

-a tour of Dante's Inferno, I love the interface

ker-bang!

Shooter, by Gunnery Sergeant Jack Coughlin, Captain Casey Kuhlman, and Donald Davis. If you're interested in military-history books, this is pretty much about as close to a 'current-events' version as one might find. I found especially interesting the manner of Coughlin's formation of the concept of the mobile sniper team, and wish there was a way to see if that really bloomed after the initial fighting in Iraq. That was also another interesting aspect of the book, that is, getting a nicely paced and described first-hand view of the beginning of that recent war, from pre-deployment through the final assault, and all the attendent feelings and aspects of the in-between, as well. All in all, just chock full of interesting stuff, and with a pace that gets you hooked.

Determine your ayurvedic constitution (but what the hell does it mean when whenever I try to do this, I'm almost exactly even across all three variants - am I balanced, then, or just...flat?)

Babies and other oddities

Knocked Up, with Seth Rogen and Katherine Heigl. Very funny, and yet, very sobering, especially to watch while sitting next to your girlfriend. I think it struck a pretty solid balance between those two aspects, though, without becoming saccharine or stupid. Well done, I say! The other interesting thing I thought was nicely done was the spacing out of events over a nine month period, and furthermore, the interesting cast of supporting characters. And they showed way more of the birth than I expected, that was pretty interesting. And from now on, it doesn't matter what role he's in, I'm going to giggle at that actor from Firefly, purely because he was in Firefly, so I'm just going to imagine it's that character pretending to be another person.

Hm. I think I'll hold off on explaining why my thesis advisor once gave a forty-five minute lecture on his theory that babies are ontologically creepy.

On strange, strange animals: a turtle (sort of)

Slash, I suddenly feel odd about eating escargot, which I sometimes get a craving for

mmm, boys...

As much as I know I'll get the usual jibe from Ms Kim for that title, we sure are excited that The Boys is back in print, aren't we, Mme Penguin? In other news, we naturally have the next volume of Empowered on pre-order: also sexy. Just like you, Mme Penguin. Ker-wink.

Anyway! X-Men 199 kicked some ass, using Bachalo's loose art to its best effect to portray the desperate fight against the Hecatomb. And man, is that some crazy action - and with a crazy creepy ending, to boot, with Rogue's power changing to a scary extreme. Damnation Crusade 4, on the other hand, continues to be an interesting snapshot of the 40k setting, but where the hell are the plot and characters? As much as it's a great author writing it, it just seems like some loosely connected scenes thrown together. For another turnaround, however, we have Gutsville 1 - a Puritan town constructed quite literally in the belly of a gigantic sea creature, it's hard sci-fantasy at its setting-centric best! Yay indie-comic high-five, Mme Penguin! But, another somewhat downturn, Fallen Son: Captain America, which is supposed to represent bargaining in the stages of grief, was mildly interesting in its exposition of Hawkeye, but...yeah, we'll go with mildly interesting. But, to end on a higher note, Nova 2 was something of a set-up issue, but how fun will Nova versus the Thunderbolts be in the next? Fun, slash, very fun, is the answer.

triviaball, a Thor's Day edition

-from Ms Connie, finally, an interface that is made for people who run practically entirely on intuition (like me!)

-wow, who'da thunk teleportation would have been a concept in Islam for hundreds of years, folding-space ideas and all?

-the games of the small states would be funnier if it was entirely midgets participating

-a song involving Lady Godiva being the saint of engineers

-if I could go back in time, I'd visit Suyab, slash, I suddenly give a helluva lot more credence to George Martin's Fire and Ice novels and his extravagant mixing of cultures

Beals = hotter than in L Word, inexplicably

Four Rooms, with Tim Roth and Jennifer Beals. I've been wanting to see this for years, and though it was nowhere near as dark as I expecting, I still enjoyed it. At first I was thrown off by the offbeat music and sheer twitchiness of the main character, but I eventually warmed up to both. My favorite out of the different directors' segments was definitely the one with the kids, it was was just straight up slapstick, well, not quite, but relative to the others it was. There was something discordant about the structure of the movie what with the different directors and the splitting into disparate scenes, and that made it hard to just relax and watch it, but the interestingness of that made up for it, by the end, I think.

Also, I finally remembered to talk about Marvel Zombies vs Army of Darkness that Mr Brian was nice enough to get me through interwebnetty magick. And I have this to say: hilarious. And the medium he got me the comics in is perfect, because they're not any I really would have gone out and bought (though I probably would have were I not short on the fundage), but they're a great read nonetheless. It's really the only way one could have Ash interact in a good way with the Marvel characters, if they weren't wrapped up in the zombie humor, Ash's Evil Dead humor would fall flat. Mr Brian: Mme Penguin salutes you!

Things of Note: A Tubular Weekend

-Happy Anniversary, sweetpea! Mwah!
-best linguistic invention: "slash"
-I can think of one reason moving to a new house can be awesome, and it involves a ker-wink
-moving can also be exhausting, hot, sweaty, and smelly...and also gross
-what's with the Mexicans colonizing the shores of the Salt River?
-and what's with Chris and Adam being threatened by the Rock, slash, his evil twin?
-Chris: king of shotgunning!
-Wyatt: we need you to design us a floating grill.
-for cleaning walls: vinegar, 409, water, bucket, sponge = golden
-yay for finding keys! not yay for Corinne getting pulled over and then having her car broken into...no good deed goes unpunished, I guess
-in other news: I think my girlfriend is hot in a Kimkini top and shorts...that is all

recommendations from Ms Kim

Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales, by Stephen King. Ah, Stephen King; you were one of the first authors I really got into reading, way back in that middle school library, and you still have me hooked. I think I'm actually going to write a letter to the guy, for true. In this anthology King approaches, as he notes in his notes, many of the stories that are horror staples, such as the idea of premature burial (I'll note that one in particular has a snicker-worthy ending, interestingly). Actually, many of the stories are not even so much horror as exactly what the title purports - they're dark tales. Not so much scary as rather what King seems to love to go for: unsettling. All that, and a couple stories that are Dark Tower tie-ins, one directly about Roland, and another explaining the origin of one of the side characters, Dinky Earnshaw. Anyway. Go read Stephen King! Like David Brin and the Rock, he's an author who writes for the people.

Swimming with Sharks, with Kevin Spacey and Michelle Forbes. Entertaining! And, it's odd to see Admiral Cain from BSG in another role. Especially a somewhat smoochy role. I can only imagine what kind of lovin' her character had on the Pegasus. Anyway, I thought this movie was very interesting, in terms of it being a character study with an emphasis on progression, but man the ending still just does not click for me at all. I get the logic of it, after having it explained to me, and that makes sense, but on a more intuitive level something is just not right. I don't know, someone watch it and tell me whether I'm just being dense.

-and, a great column on using aikido in a social sense

easy as pie...mmm...pie....

Talking with Wyatt last night about the recently (mutually) read novel, False Gods, we realized it would be pretty workable for some fun essay writing. Because I really am that weird, and would consider doing that.

One interesting duality we couldn't really resolve was whether the main figure of the novels (Horus) is expressing more of a Lucifer-allegory, or a Jesus-allegory. There are points towards the latter - messianic nature, father-son role, the end feeling of being forsaken - and that makes for an interesting, "what if Jesus was fallen?" story. But, I think the primary aspect of Horus' nature being ambition really skews it all towards a more Lucifer-ic archetype. And that, especially, when viewed in light of the overall epic (a failed attempt at usurping), though the pathos surrounding his fall is much more interesting than the fall itself.

From a different angle, I bet there's some fun Freudian analysis that could be done, especially with the sons (Horus and the other primarchs) and their desires and envies and conflict with their father (the Emperor). One might question, though, where's the female, mother aspect of that, though? Well! I say that can make a wonderful segway into the other aspects of the novel, such as the religion that springs from the ranks of the remembrancers, who embody a kind of feminine (as opposed to the warriors) in their poetry, music, and such, and moreover contain the only female characters in the novels in their ranks. Oo! I forgot the witchy gal that helped with Erebus' dream-manipulating. Mmm. That would also make a crazy, mother-birth angle. Anyway, I could go on.

-an interesting point; I wish I'd found it while I was using narcissism as my focus in literary theory, alas...
"Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.”
~W.H. Auden

This actually happened to me, while working in the hospital. My reaction was a bit more sedate, though, as the first person I could tell it to was a gentleman suffering from delusions that he couldn't get his bed into the parking space quite right.

nooo, damnit, noooooo!!!! (in a good way)

False Gods, by Graham McNeill. Well, if one wants to ask the question, how does one follow up an amazing start to an epic series of novels by Dan Abnett in any satisfying way, the answer is to call on Graham McNeill. If I were so inclined to give awards, he'd get Best Author I've Never Ever Heard of Before. I'd go on about the grand space opera that The Horus Heresy is shaping up to be, on how it has so skillfully taken the already-well-done backstory of the 40k setting and made it into a heart-achingly personal narrative, but I fear that it just wouldn't have the same import to a reader not versed at least somewhat with the original setting. So it's up to Wyatt and I to struggle through them, I guess - not struggle on account of poor quality, of course, but just on account of how tragic the story is - I'm sure I looked randomly stricken at several points this past weekend because of it. Now, let's just hope the next author can match up to the first two....

And as a postscript, the opposition and synthesis of religion, politics, and science in The Horus Heresy is almost already a match for Herbert's Dune novels, in my opinion, in the sense of the Dune epic being well-regarded in academic literary circles for that aspect. Unlike Stargate, which has made it kind of banal, but I guess I can give them points for trying, within a television show and all that.

Things of Note - A Very Long Weekend

-nothing like getting to a hotel at 2am, only to find they didn't hide your key outside like they said they would...mmm, sleeping in the car...
-bad idea: a dog show in a fairgrounds building, fine, whatever, but to avoid dust, watering it down? dog show in mud: annoying
-best brewery logo ever: a kokopelli sprinting for all he's worth, while chugging a giant beer stein
-in Cortez, they don't have Sheriff's deputies....they actually have a Sheriff's posse...no lie
-wandering around in a little juniper forest, I came to a random, tiny cliff, and a massive, green, cloud-dappled valley, and not to be melodramatic, but for a split second I gained a better understanding of that Shangri-la documentary I watched a while back
-thank Mr Nice Cop for not giving too big of a ticket on the way home
-taking silly photos with dinosaurs: awesome
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Cassini photojournal - I like the photo of Titan's terrain the best

on masticating

The random things I have taken upon myself to cook! A random list. Of, basically, three things. One was mango slices with lime, chile powder, and salt. Interesting, much better than the dried versions I've had, but also half-assed, and I had no business trying to slice a mango. Completely incompetent. Then, for a 'romantic dinner,' there was some pepper-spiced lamb from Trader Joe's (best store ever), which I kind of mangled the searing of, and vegetables which I cooked a bit too long (but luckily Ms Kim likes them mushy), sparkling apple cider, and a simple salad. I forgot to bake the apple turnover thingamabobs, though! And last night, it was the lamb, seared much more competently this time, and sliced, which made it a lot better somehow than the random chunks it came in, which we wrapped up in garlic nan (won't be getting that again, that's definitely a restaurant-only food) for some odd gyro-ish sammiches, and edamame as a random complement. And limeade.

Long story short, what I'm getting at is that I hope to improve in both quality and creativity, perhaps even do food photography at some point, as we've found the lotus-lamp in the dining room is fun for still lifes. Yay!
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I don't really quite believe this would work, but identifying songs by phone is an interesting idea

not quite time for World War Hulk, Mme Penguin

But it's getting closer! Anyhoo, Buffy 3 continues to do everything I wanted to the television show to do, and promises to keep on doing it. The only way it could get better is if they brought Illyria into it somehow. The art of New X-Men 38 fits this arc perfectly, and answers the question, "At what point would one mix Hellboy-esque art with Marvel mutants?" There you go, Mme Penguin. There you go. Though Stormwatch PHD 7 isn't exactly the Die Hard style romp it was touted as, it sure is a lot of fun, nonetheless! Still one of the most bar-none clever books out there. There's an interesting cameo in Gen13 8, and though it's still not quite the Gen13 of yore, it's developing it's own voice, I think. And what a great reference back to an obscure, meaningless moment involving panties on Grunge's head, ending in a boob-honk! Hilarious, I assure you. At least Mme Penguin knows what the hell I'm talking about. And, lastly, The Lost Books of Eve still has me interested, what with the fun twist on Biblical pre-history, and the adorable and oddly sexy-but-not art.

on adjectives

Going back and reading Autobiography of Red again, I'm realizing it's one of those texts where I just wasn't mature enough to really get into or appreciate it when I'd read it previously. But that's besides the point.

The introduction is interesting in how it points out that up through Homer's time (the Greek one, not the yellow one), adjectives were set and fixed. That is, anytime the dawn was mentioned, say, its rosy-fingers were also mentioned. And I remember learning that way back in eigth grade, even; of course, that probably made things easier, as my teacher of yore had pointed out, for all the balladeers reciting stuff from memory, to be able to flow through some stock adjectival description while remember the next part of the story.

But then this dude Stesichoros comes along. He's the guy who wrote the poem that Red is based upon. And, besides it totally twisting around one of Hercules' labors from heroic to tragic, he also blew the whole concept of adjectives out of the water. Instead of using the standards, he threw everything for a loop and started describing things poetically, and I don't have the text in front of me, but reading through his fragments he had some really interesting, clever turns of metaphor. Anyway, as was the point of that introduction, how much did that hep cat Stesichoros matter? I'd say a lot, given his historical and literary context. Otherwise maybe we'd have, say, rappers using the same old, tired, turns of phrase to desribe their wealth and women...oh...wait...hm.

Things of Note...an Oddly Long Weekend

-people were really determined to steal our pool table on Friday, like, rudely so
-it's fun to make up stories when one sees young women with olden folk, especially after midnight at a bar (I'm still voting, "I wouldn't have graduated if I hadn't...")
-man, we slept all day on Saturday, we were in nocturnal mode or something
-I did not cry at the end of Lassie...my eyes only welled up with water for some reason
-why do I drink when around Andrew? we may never know. it may have something to do with the tequila
-I got a curving, arcing shot in a corner pocket while playing pool! but the only person who saw it was the creepy pasty girl, and she didn't say anything
-I saw my first Sopranos episode, which, gratifyingly, had the hot Irani actress from The L Word in a sex scene
-bug zappers are awesome...and someone remind me to find a cheap dartboard! when I have more money, anyway

trizziviaball

I've always been a fan of courtesy (though the article's somewhat longish)

A quick intro to pilates, which I'd personally call a subtle-workout, it always surprises me with little things

They discovered Herod's tomb, mayhap? That seems like it should be important somehow.

Arkhanglesk has a cool coat of arms

In other news, The Boys are back in town! Woo!

on characterization and spanking

Mmm, spanking. I'll circle back around to that. First, some thoughts based on an editorial on Spiderman 3 that Ms Connie sent me. The editorial makes the point that unlike Pan's Labyrinth, say, which really explored some interesting aspects of the nature of a shape-shifter, S3 just makes the Sandman brutish, at best. Which I'm of two minds on; in one sense, yeah, that's pretty much what he is in the comics, so they kind of stayed true to the source...but, in another sense, even as I watched the movie I was thinking, hey, wow, if his body is like that now, he could live forever, I wonder what he thinks about his immortality (etc, etc).
On a bit of a flipside, Venom was really given short-shrift, to many ardent fans' irritation, it turns out. There I think there was more source material to really explore Venom's mindset, but the issue in that case rather was a confusion of which source material they wanted to use, I'm guessing. They obviously couldn't do the original Secret Wars origin, where Parker gets it on another planet in a forced cape-war, so as far as I understand it instead of coming up with something new (military experiment, maybe?), they (as I've heard it) went with the Ultimate storyline, and I don't think that cut it for the more pragmatic of viewers (ie, the luck of the meteorite landing perfectly right next to him, and gently, at that).

As for the spanking, this line of thought was started because I realized last night that a bundle of thick sunflower stems would be really great for said activity. So! My (very) quick reading of how the film Secretary doesn't eroticize or condone masochism. That is, while at the beginning the female main character cuts herself (in this interpretation) as a way of feeling like she has control, there is nothing erotic attached to the act, so it's not even taking-pleasure-in-pain, so much. Later, though the spanking is of course obviously painful, the erotic element is about the transfer of power, the control she surrenders and he takes. Interestingly, along with that erotic element, her self-destructive behavior is banished or transcended or whathaveyou, eliminating the possibility of it being incorporated into their erotic relationship. Finally, at the climax of the movie, her behavior is an exemplary disply of self-control that no average person would accomplish, and while that may be considered socially-self-harming, there is no pleasure in it for her (she's doing it for a specific purpose), and furthermore it's a manifestation of control, by both her lover and herself.

le cry, want more Venom

Spider-Man 3, with that guy from Panic at the Disco oh wait I mean Spider-Man. Seriously, that emo bit was kind of hilarious. Someone made the interesting point on the radio that Sam Raimi was maybe following in part the storyline from the Ultimate label, which suddenly makes a helluva lot clearer about the movies. I'll still point out that I think it might help if someone were interested in reading the comics to remember that the literary version right now, and even for many years now, is what the movie-character will eventually grow up to be - the hero that the other heroes cheer on. All that said, I didn't think the movie was as horrible as I'd heard it made out to be (hee, Bruce Campbell can save anything, and Bryce Dallas Howard - wowzers), but it wasn't exactly great, either. Ironically, here's one point I think where a comic book movie might have actually made a better novel.

Stock Investing for Dummies, by
Paul Mladjenovic. Whoa that's a crazy last name. Mlaaad...anyway, pretty damn good book, lent by Wyatt. For as dry as one would think the topic would be, the author is concise, personable, and even punny in getting his explanations across. Not much to say, except that this book does exactly what it sets out to do - it's a perfect starter point for getting into its topic and full of further resources to look into. Now, who wants to invest in Wyatt and I, so we have some capital to work with?

ooo, practical knowledge, that's the best

Interesting thing learned by Ms Kim today! Instead of scolding a dog for barking, it's better to distract them away from whatever set them off, and thank them for doing a job (protecting, alerting - "omg, Kevin's home look it's omg Kevin omg!"). Then, instead of being confused by being berated for something they see as necessary and useful, they feel fulfilled and acknowledged and stop barking! And it works. Awesome.

This is what it would look like were someone to force me to conduct an interview

*gah! face*

My dad recently ran into some people of note in the course of his job. One set was the Couple from Hell. They had every complaint one could possibly have, invented new ones each day, complained and cursed and tiraded, and on top of that somehow the contractors managed to spill stuff and break heirlooms each day (the wife even got some of them to do her laundry and fold her clothes, underwear included). At first it seemed they were playing some sort of manipulation-game, the husband and wife playing off of each other for advantage and unbalancing; as my dad spent more time around her, though, there was a point where she eventually broke down and sobbingly explained that she was in constant fear of her husband, and their literally almost never spoke to each other except for him to curse and scorn her. Not sure where to go with that, except to note the interesting shift a little more information can make in a situation, and that rich people aren't happy just for being rich, as the cliche goes.

The other interesting person he met was an elderly Japanese gentleman; my dad, finding common interest in his swords and bonsai trees, struck up a conversation with him. Apparently he had ranged around the world, and apparently ended up in the USA after having trained American spec-ops people in Europe after World War II. Long story short, the conversation turned to US troops in Iraq, and the Japanese gentleman suggested that the Americans were some of the technically best fighters in the world, but that they weren't killers, and would be doing 'better' if they were such. My dad queried (or rather, really, challenged), like the Japanese in China? (hinting at atrocities committed) The immediate answer was, "Exactly!" Which threw my dad off a little, needless to say. But it was an interesting exchange.

to be written in two colors

Wow, been a while since I posted a poem. Haven't decided whether the shadow is in a Jungian sense or more fantastic literal sense.

Hijacked
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Happiness becomes a discipline when there has been no rest.
No blissful oblivion, no blessedly smothering darkness
blanketed my eyes, my dry eyes that could not close.
Crystalline tears formed and held acid rimmed eyelids
open to the not-black, the ghostly light that shouldn't-be
of a moonlit night with the curtains pulled.
And in that noir of half-dreaming and sleepless trance, it-

The morning is not bright.
(greylight scab-red curtains it weighs)
Her body is cold, it's never cold.
(my head down my eyes veiled it thickens)
Where there isn't light. Behind me, inside me.
(my voice thoughts are pain suspicious)
Her dream, her voice, it's absurd.
(or is it darkly true, tenebrous verity, I-)
am shadow through the dark glass
(Why am I mute? The world is frosted in smoke.)
I become I subsume I am shadow
(Despair. It is all I can manage: to breathe, weakly. My shadow is me.)

Pretty random, Mme Penguin.

Pretty random. That is, the comics for this week. Take Midnighter 7, a comic I never really would have thought about getting, but for that I'd read that it was supposed to explain his much-vaunted anticipation-powers. The Memento-style ordering of things is kind of amusingly clever, but my favorite Midnighter moment is still him getting his ass handed to him by well-drawn jujitsu in Stormwatch: Team Achilles. I'm sure you agree, Mme Penguin. Initiative 2 is proving to be much more interesting than the other Avengers titles, a lot more expansive in setting and intriguing in characters, and is really capturing the spirit of what was supposed to happen after Civil War, I think (also: George Bush calls Yellowjacket "Pymmie"). I'm not exactly sure why I got Amazons Attack 1, which is pretty, but kind of a nonsensical beachhead issue. The Amazons...well, attack. Funny the imagery of them blowing up the Washington Monument, though. Ironically, kind of a ditto for Damnation Crusade 3 - as much as it's written by an amazing novel author, it's not really going anywhere, and I'm not too keen on the new art. Now, Wisdom 5, on the other hand, has Pete Wisdom kicking men, hard, in the balls. And I loved how it got creepier and creepier...only to have a hilarious ending, which still amazingly ties into the British subconscious-culture. And Runaways 26 is a step away from the Whedon-izing I was worried about, and was utterly hilarious (I can't quite explain the sheer humor of "Put the thing in the thing!" properly), though I'm leary of that time travel twist. Man, we hate time travel usually, don't we, Mme Penguin?

some disparates

On Sunday afternoon, while finishing off my Farscape dvds, and enjoying the almost-stormy weather, I decided to use my spare time to finally play some Cashflow. I really don't think it's a game for everyone; it's less a boardgame than a kind of fun educational tool. But if you're interested in a SimCity type deal but with personal finances, it's great - for an archetypical example of a benefit, one might experiment with behavior one would never do in real life.

I made two 'players' - Jinn, and Dove (incidentally the name of the main character of the erotica I've written, so it was kind of like playing with an ex-pornstar). Grabbing randomly out of the profession choices, Jinn became a teacher (low salary) and Dove became a doctor (high salary, but also higher expenses). Long story short, I found it intensely interesting that I made poor investment choices with Dove, knowing she had more money to spare, and then we she had bad luck, I ended up having no savings. With Jinn, however, whom I was more careful with, I ended up my playing time with him having an inordinate amount of savings, several well paying investments, and able to weather the downturns-by-luck quite easily. Basically, what I'm getting at is that I learned in inordinate amount by playing this game for a couple hours, and just the opposition of each invented player's relative position barely scratches the surface.

Man, for as good a film as Fight Club is, and as skillfully as it is scripted and put together, it's kind of a downer in a sense. That is, after we watched it at the Loft on Friday, I was in a mood for at least a little bit where I was distrusting all sorts of aspects of my life, or my desires for them, just like the characters in the movie. Maybe that's a good thing, in a sense? In other news, the screenwriter, who was there for question-and-answer after the film, seemed kind of a jerk at first, but was ultimately an interesting guy, in the end.

Again, makes me think of vampires...

And from Ms Connie (herself quoting out of an article), "If Star Trek is a utopian civics lesson, in a surgical theatre, Farscape is anonymous sex. In a sewer."

Things of Note - A Boo'ful Weather Weekend

-I chopped every dang plant-y thing in all three yards...thorny ones, citrusy ones, shrubbery, rose...ery; and, now I'm sunburnt and having trouble typing on account of worn-out forearms
-out of all the thorns, the one thing that really went into my skin was a freaking twig! I had to pull a damn twig, millimeter by millimeter, out of my knuckle.
-Mattie kicks ass at rally obedience! Woo!
-she can also do parkour in my family's backyard, including pirouettes atop the thin privacy wall...everyone's jaw dropped, for reals
-that sharp dagger I got several Christmas's back was incredibly handy with the mesquites - yay practical use for decoration! Now if I sharpen that kukri, I bet I could shave another third off the yardwork time...
-a prescription for being bummed: Buddha stories, Love Actually, and Sonoran hot dawgs, aw yeah
-for a Sunday afternoon after a day of yardwork: yoga, Nico's, Farscape (stupid Season 2 cliffhanger ending!!!), and playing with myself (I'll explain that in the next post)
-do not let dogs that like to eat near my mom, unless you want them to explode
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Not even sure how to describe it - interesting, though

ker-trivaball

Random interesting historical figure for the day - Boston Corbett

Old news, I know, but wowie! Gliese, though? That's the name for the planet?

A collection of interesting plates and excerpts from the great Paradise Lost

just a couple, Mme Penguin...

Well, only a couple comics we like coming out this week, Mme Penguin (hence Ms Kim getting the second Fables volume, per the credit card minimum). But they were good ones! Barracuda 3 continues the oh-my-god craziness of the first couple comics, upping the ante with some sweet tranny lurv and mad machine-gunning. I'm not even sure how to describe it. It's like The Rundown in reverse, mixed with Once Upon a Time in Mexico, with referential flashbacks to Oz and Platoon. Yes. But why is Fifty white on the cover? In spite of all that fun, however, I think I liked Fallen Son: Avengers a bit more. There was a bit of humor in this comic, too ("Ill knock that stupid face off your face!!!"), but mostly it was just some pretty raw pathos. I have to say, though, that the Mighty Avengers subplot just didn't pull off at all what the New Avengers subplot did in terms of fleshing out the anger that this issue was supposed to embody (each Fallen Son issue embodying a different stage of grief).

And for the summer's big event, which I know you're excited about too, Mme Penguin, Hulk smash....well, everything!

Alaska retrospective, courtesy of Wyatt

(check out the other photos he recently uploaded, too, some recent ones from Colorado)
Yeah, grizzly = scary

Section 13 - hardest section to get into in the park

Braided rivers are fun to cross (not as dangerous as back when our dad did it thirty years ago, but still a trick)

The glacial pools were of note for the ice that fell into them periodically, making for a continuous thunder

And these little dudes scared the bejebus out of us with their loud-ass chirping

An interesting article (also from Wyatt); the kind of thing that spurs me on the path I've chosen, as even though I didn't join the military as I'd intended for many years, I feel I can help at home

Odd project - MapMyName

give lof, the doefulmon is nigh, the Ardent-loc incarnate!

Succubi, by Edward Lee. I got this book after reading about Lee, and the interesting note that he just wasn't published anymore because his books were so over top. Curious because of my interest in extremes, I found the cheapest of the used copies I could find (pretty much the only way to find his books, turns out), and though I didn't see what was so special about it for the first half of the book, damn but yeah I see why the prevailing opinion makes sense now.

There's incredible, gross violence, but that's intertwined with sex like...whoa (so, interestingly, if you end up finding it erotic, you end up feeling somewhat disturbed at yourself). At some point I'm going to go back and use a whiteboard to make a semantic web to connect all the themes and variations of sexuality and monstrosity that Lee interweaves - his writing might be pornographic in the more general sense of the word, but he pulls it off somewhat skillfully, I have to say, that is, with some amount of purpose.

Also of note is the interesting (though I'm quite curious as to the accuracy and veracity) use of Old English throughout the novel. Which I'll also note is great to use in a horror novel, as in reading it one constantly feels as if they can almost understand what it says, but not quite - a perfect effect to accent this kind of novel. Which is in a sense kind of an echo of Lee delving into what other authors gloss over as "too maddening to be described."

An interview of a great artist, Hope Larson (look up Salamander Dreams)

Blades of Glory, with Will Ferrell and Jon Heder. Despite the completely randomly violent distractions of the night (there's a warrant out for their testicles...though, why did we never consider ovaries?), we got to watch a fun bootleg. It was pretty funny, in a stupid way, with...sequins. I wouldn't say I'd go out of my way to watch it again, but then, I never really got into that kind of comedy very well, either, however. Um...yay, bromantic comedy? It sure wasn't any Hot Fuzz. But it was okay. In other news, we might be on a police cruiser's camera doing silly things.

Reading about dream interpretations because of some odd, completely implausible dreams (that weren't even mine, ironically), I learned something interesting, if it's true. But it makes sense - that is, that any person or 'character' in one's dream isn't really that person (this is all in one's own head, after all), but is simply some reflection of one's own unconscious. So it's kind of pointless to ascribe the meaning inherent to our connotation of that real life person; rather, they represent some more abstract notion within our psyche.

I vote it's a Lovecraftian alien (seriously, look up some of the descriptions on Wikipedia, I'm actually not kidding, in that regard)

Have you ever fired two guns whilst jumping through the air?

Hot Fuzz, with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. And a cameo by Cate Blanchett, which I totally did not catch. While it starts out kind of meandering, kind of like Shaun of the Dead that soon leads to utter hilarity the closer the movie gets to the end. Unexpectedly gory, though. But damn, it was funny, British humor rocks. Except, I think the audience, in all of our applause and laughter, missed a good third of the jokes, as we laughed over the follow-up jokes in said quiet, British humor.

I'd noted it before, but I love how my mom looks at the world, or perhaps how she uses language, or both - for instance, I was setting up her cell for her, and she asked that I not put it on a ringer, but set it so it "sings." Unintentionally poetic, and now I imagine cell phones singing, instead of jarringly ringing.

Things of Note - a How Did We Fit That Much In Weekend?

-we seem to be a pox upon Car Spa; every time we go, there's some belligerently angry creepy person
-is it a good or bad omen if coyotes sing as the couple exchanges rings at a wedding? I vote good. I think?
-yay going to Club Crawl waaay overdressed!
-also, yay setting ourselves up in the exact center of Club Crawl and doing all sorts of crazy dances, yet not paying attention to the music at all
-poor Tia fell in the lake...and then down the hill...it was not a pleasant moment for her...yet it was hilarious
-I could see parkour up and down hills on Mt Lemmon; except for that whole, crumbling decaying rock part, it would be like parkour with landmines
-most amazingest house ever: right across from UMC....courtyards, the freaking village fountain, rooftop porch, wine cellar, cat box, several buildings, ivy'd walls, fruit trees...just, wow.

Happy 1/5 Day, Mme Penguin!

Get it, because it's a fraction of 4/20, and...oy, I blame that entirely on the Diesel Sweeties author, but I still think it's kind of funny. Anyway. Mme Penguin's reviews! Cable and Deadpool 39 is just as hilarious as ever, like, actually inducing mad giggling (how can anything that starts out with "I SHOOT YOU!" go wrong?), and interestingly within a sentence explains most of Deadpool's pyschotic behavior and fourth-wall breaking. X-Men 198, despite getting vehemently bad reviews from all sorts of people, gets solidly good reviews from me and Wizard, so ha! The Hecatomb is a great, original monster concept, and the action, characters, and setting are all still taut and interesting. One of the first DC comics I've ever gotten, 52 50 was nicely done. I don't really care for the setting or characters, but I have to admire what they've accomplished with the 52 project and this approaching conclusion - all that, and the Shaolin robot speaks in trigrams! Classic! Now, to find a copy of the I Ching and try to interpret. The 99c intro to Sheena was pretty randomly good, in a literary sense, ironically. X-23: Target X 5 is almost horror-thriller-esque (water-y basement, blood, etc), and the pathos and lovely art are impeccable. For Ms Kim I got Punisher 45, which plays with a darkly humorous storyline and some classic Punisher action. And the other first-DC-comic-bought was World War III: Hell is For Heroes - not as good as 52, I have to say, interesting, surprisingly gory, and world-spanning, but, I can't quite call it great. Maybe I'm just prejudiced against DC.

And: greatest video ever. Which Ms Kim figured out the twist to in her usual expectation-defying way - Wyatt, feel free to exclaim incredulously. Because I did, too.

ommm mane padme bark (obliquely)

The Art of Raising a Puppy, by the Monks of New Skete. I love books that combine storytelling with practical knowledge, and this book is an exemplar of that. I mean, it is an instructional book, of course, but it is very pleasant and easy to read, it's almost like having a chat with some nice monk dude about behaviors, communication, training, and nature. As charismatic as, say, the Dog Whisperer host is, I don't think his approach is as positive, healthy, or humane as the monks' is, both from just intuition and what I've seen in real life, in watching the latter method in action. Of note (and also both a similarity and contrast to the Dog Whisperer) is the side-emphasis on the development of the person, as well as the dog.

:P-->(toad)

"The toads shrivel to a wilted memory of themselves, like mummified pharoahs...to spend years waiting out droughts." Does that make anyone else think of vampires? Because I do. Now I want to go and find a copy of that Peter Watts book that may or may not have ever been actually published, concerning space vampires. Of course, from the few pages I'd read of it online, I could probably accomplish the same end result upon myself by licking one of said toads.

On the independent nature of cowpeople:
"For one thing, if you throw a cowboy in a swift river, he'll just naturally float upstream."

Yet another reason for awesomeness

"When a guy has an orgasm, how much comes out?"

Fast Times at Ridgemont High, with Sean Penn, Forest Whitaker, and...Nicholas Cage?! Ok, yeah, didn't recognize him at all. Anyway, for the first bit of this movie, I thought, ah crap, I blew it, got another 80s movie which is technically a classic but is kind of eh in terms of standing the test of time. But! But. I'd say it actually more than stands the test of time, and is a helluva lot more an honest, real movie than anything similar that might have come out more recently. From all the horribly awkward moments to the posturing and bullshitting to the (I use the word again) honest moments, I think it's just much more relate-able than a movie with a more standard, fluff formula. Yeah, I can see why this one's a classic. Sidenote-ly, though, the nudity sure caught me off guard.

Oh! And also, another point pertaining to the previous post occurred to me, about chewing through a bite all the way through, before taking the next bite into one's mouth. Which I may or may not be guilty of. But anyway, that's a point that's often brought up in yoga about eating mindfully. Now, on to working on not letting thoughts run over each other...

that thing I do...

...where I find one little thing, and then connect it to several others. I know, I'm wierd, I got that. Still enjoying such. Anyway:
"Learning the value of silence is learning to listen to, instead of screaming at, reality: opening your mind enough to find what the end of someone else’s sentence sounds like, or listening to a dog until you discover what is needed instead of imposing yourself in the name of training."

So, here are the random things I subsequently thought upon reading that. One, was how in poetry we were taught to really enunciate the end of words, for example, the 'ng' at the end of 'king,' as a method of projecting for a reading. But, it requires that the audience is listening for that, as well. Obliquely like how a person might not even realize their fearful body language is being reflected by a dog being fearful in turn (I was thinking of a lady-friend of Kevin's who Mathilda was completely freaked out by, and the click-point where I realized how she was holding her body - rigid, nervous and throwing out condescending bravado to cover for such - though it also made me think of people reflecting each other in martial arts).

Which connected to something I'd noted in an article about aikido I'd read just before, about sensitivity to the other person's movement, ki, and attack. What was really important in that article, though, was that it emphasized that to really be able to "listen" to the other person, self-control was the priority - any lack of control, of trying to impose yourself on them, completely negates any ability to perceive what you need to. Of course, that discounts the interrupting principle of, say, jeet kune do, but I'll also note that the unlike the softer arts (jujitsu, aikido, etc), jeet kune do's interrupting principles can only really apply externally to social interaction in an argument, and personally I wouldn't even want to conduct an argument that way (what's incredibly effective in fighting I think in that case socially would be just churlish at best, unlike the more adaptive ki-based arts, or suited only to arguing with an irrational person).

That in turn made me think of the idea of that listening to the end of a sentence in social interaction. While interrupting someone's punch, as in JKD, is great because you really don't even want the end of that punch, socially if one interrupts one not only doesn't get to hear the end of the other's thought, one also displays that they blatantly were just not listening, and on top of that focusing just on getting their own thought out. Instead of balance, with both people getting their say and listening to the full thoughts of the other (leading to a richer conversation), the person not-being-listened-to withdraws from the interaction, as, what's the point, except to passively listen? As a sidenote, in the more adaptive arts, one often wants the punch to continue through to its full extension...just not to hit the target - but one still, or rather, especially has to listen for the 'end of the sentence,' there.

Now, I'm speaking purely in the abstract here than to any specific example except that first, and really more to concepts I've been chewing on for years, as interrupting versus adapting is a key concept within martial arts and then yoga in turn (I won't even get into the listening-to-the-self concept here, or how combining them might apply to social interaction). But, of course, if the gentle reader didn't listen to the end of this post, I guess they might miss that (cue me getting smacked upside the head for trying to be self-servingly clever).

dogs

I've heard at times variations on the theme of dogs having a Buddha-nature, or the Buddha having ascribed to them as such. And I've thought about it in turn, and yeah, I think that's true in some senses - say, in how they sleep when they're sleepy, they eat when they're hungry, they forgive quickly and adeptly.

But more apparent to me, I think, is the quality of agape that I would say dogs have. That is, that special kind of unconditional love, that by some views is the epitome of aspiration - an almost unattainable aspiration - for mystics of all stripes, Christian and Sufi and yogi. But, for dogs it just seems to come easily, a non-judging, complete love for something (someone) outside of themselves, an adoration that is practically self-sacrificing.

So, to me, that is the 'spiritual' quality that sets the place of dogs in human families and lives.

slap me some wing, Mme Penguin!

Or would that be fin? Hm. Anyway, damn but did some good comics come out this week. Nova 1 is a great start to a new series, the relationship between Richard and the Worldmind is priceless; I hope they keep that and the interesting writing up as it goes on. In differently awesome way, New X-Men 37 is a real work of art, I mean, like in the painted sense - the dark fairytale portion really is painted, and smoothly placed within a lovely frame of the regular comic. Gen13 7 is finally getting back to those wacky ol' Gen13 roots, with a standalone issue that can't help but make the reader grin from ear to ear. Conversely, Stormwatch PHD 6 continues to build its own unique style, with great dynamics between the various characters and within the expanded setting, and ends with a great setup for an Assault on Precinct 13-style throwdown. Ironman 16 is also something of a standalone issue, good, but not interesting enough to get me started on it; I did enjoy the (re)introduction of the Mandarin, though - creepy! And what I'd say is the weakest, but what I suspect many would say would be the strongest would be New Avengers 29 - again, Dr Strange as deus ex magicka, oy, but the dialogue sure is snappy, and the art, unconventional. In other news...the hell?

it hurts so good

The Pursuit of Happyness, with Will Smith and Jayden Smith. Well, like Bryce said, don't watch this movie if you're in any way depressed. It's just...agonizing to sit through, so many bad things just screw over a decent guy. But, that said, it's not as if the movie isn't entertaining, with amazing acting, especially from the younger Smith, and since it's pretty much a given that there's a happy ending, the rest of the movie is more palatable for that. I think a lot of people might dismiss even the idea of the movie out of hand, but at the same time, I think it's the kind of (in the end) positive movie that does good in being there to watch. Heh, and that little cameo they threw in at the very end - ten points. [sidenotewise, it would be interesting to compare this movie to another semi-biographical like, say, Domino]

On a different note, isn't in funny to see how people split into two entirely different camps over Children of Men? I mean, wow. I say camps, as I noted to Kevin, as it doesn't just seem a difference in opinion, but that there might be trenches or barricades between the opposing sides. I wouldn't have put as much thought into it had I not completely coincidentally found an email back-and-forth that Connie'd sent me a good while ago about the movie, that echo'ed Kevin and me in turn. And then, there's Wyatt, Kim, and Stephanie's input, and I'd bet money that the more people one would ask, the more people would stack up on each side. And then, there'd be a rumble. Old school. Unless you're in that other camp, who thinks there wouldn't be any rumbling (ker-wink). And the people who just didn't see it...hm...as Kevin points out, I guess they'd be on the road leading up to (or away, if they just refuse to see it) the camps. But, I suppose I'm hardly concerned with them, as I'm strapping on my helmet - death to the...uh...other camp!

a new favorite

A Path With Heart, by Jack Kornfield. I probably don't need to say much about this book, as I've been saying a hell of a lot on the Trinity bloggie. Or perhaps, rather, using the book a great deal, which says a lot about its practical value, I think. Kornfield has an amazing skill with storytelling, and at the same time inviting the reader to engage with the principles and concepts he explores. As much as I read it all the way through, as it was something my yoga teacher had lent me, I bet it would serve just as well and probably better as a reference text, something to be referred and returned to when confusion or blocks or down-times are run into. Hence, me just having ordered my own used copy. Good stuff.

Mme Penguin: You rock. And/or roll.

I decided Penguin is now female, it's more fun. And that she speaks French, because Ms Penguin didn't have the same ring to it.

Bitbit reviews! Painkiller Jane 0 I got because it was only a quarter, as it's just a simple little preview; it's a lot different than the bad Scifi Channel movie I saw, but that's a good thing. There's a bevy of Jack the Rippers in Wisdom 4, which continues to up the ante with each issue in terms of using British subconscious-cultural images and ideas. The Initiative 1 fully lived up to my expectations, it's a great use of expanded setting, with introductions of several new characters (Cloud 9 is a adorable, maybe another Blink in the making?), and an interestingly disturbing ending. I was disappointed, on the other hand, by Fallen Son: Wolverine; the art was great, but it just rehashed a storyline and 'eh' idea from New Avengers. Whedon's taken over for Runaways 25, but it almost just makes me want to go back and read Vaughn's earlier run, as Kim's brother reminded me of, it seems like this might just be a Whedon-ization of an already good thing. I'll give it a chance, though, I think. And Heralds of Galactus 2 might have been more interesting if I'd read any of the Annihilation epic, but even still I think I just can't really get into any of the "cosmic" storylines.

Word of the Day: galactagogue (seriously that's just a crazy word)

An interesting little survey of repitition

Things of Note - A Supah Egg Day Weekend!

-apparently, Bryce and Lisa got very angry and cursed righteously at people on Easter; Lisa even had to be restrained by her hair
-for the first time I really understand why those models from the 50s and 60s could be considered sexy...alas, I couldn't explain why without blushing
-don't let your cell ring during that Cinemark 'please turn off your phone' screen - it turns out, you might freeze it for several minutes
-new exclamations at the Maynard household: the deadpan "spic-shack", and the more strident "FRANK!!!"
-ugh...kids, if you want to make out Clone High style and show off your hickies, please don't do it in front of a glass-fronted restaurant, much less while your mom and younger siblings are waiting for you
-someone please remind me to take my camera wherever I go, Tucson is full of photo opportunities
-MST3000'ing really bad porn is fun, but not quite interesting enough to make the boring porn itself interesting
-pondering: making the backyard a rally course for the girls; in other news: still need to get a dartboard

a (completely disparate) movie trifecta

Children of Men, with Clive Owen and Michael Caine. Quite a ride, this one is. I have to give the first...I don't know, minute or so, mad props - I admire (and used to aspire to in my writing) texts that can set up and lay out the setting so comprehensively, so quickly. And the rest of the movie, as well, they skirted that fine edge of too much/too little ambiguity, and held to the sweet spot. Besides the wonderful cinematography that Wyatt emphasized when recommending the movie, there's a wealth of semantic nets to put together, from Kim's noticing the details each time a dog showed up to the slipping in of Sanskrit chants. Worth seeing again, I think.

Grindhouse, with several of my favorite actors! Yay! I have to say, my face kind of hurt from grinning so much, by the end of both movies. Have to mention the fake trailers, which were hilarious (I liked Machete best). I'm still having trouble deciding, but I think I liked Deathproof better, overall, but that said, I really just liked the second half of each movie more. Zoe Bell is the shiznit. Seriously. And if someone doesn't make a ytmnd out of the "I'm okay!" part, I might learn how to just so I can. This was pure, shallow fun. And completely tangentially, if Escape From New York was originally a grindhouse movie, Wyatt and I were all over that years ago, and besides that, it was pretty damn good for being a grindhouse movie.

Reign Over Me, with Adam Sandler and Don Cheadle. This is how a movie pertaining to 9/11 should be done. Not like that Flight 93 or World Trade Center, bleh. Walking away from the theatre, it was agreed that it would have made a good novel or a good film, equally; it's not paced quickly, but it's not slow, either. There's a range of interesting characters, and character development for that matter, and even (thankfully) a solidly satisfying ending.
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random quote!
"Someone once told Picasso that he ought to make pictures of things the way they are - objective pictures. When Picasso said he did not understand, the man produced a picture of his wife from his wallet and said, 'There, you see, that's a picture of how she really is.' Picasso looked at it and said, 'She's rather small, isn't she? And flat?'"

I don't care if I didn't sleep well, awesomeness ensued

I had this dream last night: total space opera. It started out with a huge battle in orbit of bluegreeny planet, and there were all sorts of aliens and different kinds of battleships and stuff blowing up (and a lot of the color pink?). Then, in one of those inexplicable dreamshifts, we were somehow down on the planet, in a kind of mountain pass that now that I think about it kind of resembled the Hot Gates in 300; we were pinned down from both sides, however. My dad was there, though he was kind of morphing back and forth between him and Admiral Adama, and ditto for me, except with Apollo (from BSG). There was a ginormous brawl among all sorts of wierd creatures, like a huge amorphous purple skeleton thing that dissolved people with each swipe or a woman with hands that turned into giant claws; all I managed to do was somehow scale this ten-foot tall woman thing and snap her neck, though she didn't die, but simply querulously complained about it. As some anime-looking jet fighter buzzed us, my dad/Admiral Adama ordered me to make a break for it, so I pulled some parkour action and magically ended up at the front door of my family's house. And had this very lonely feeling, as if I was Crichton at the beginning of Farscape. Apparently it was a dream about me being a giant sci-fi nerd.

In other news, I still have a mancrush on the movie critic KFMA has on Friday mornings. Not only is he witty, but he's really managed to take what I think was generally perceived as a failing business (that is, movies) because of repeated worthlessness and high prices, and make it exciting and something to look forward to every weekend. Yay English-major style reviewing and connection-insights, and dry wit!

Relatedly, I found this point-by-point of the Planet Hulk epic to be a lot more interesting than I'd expected, kind of like Gladiator in a superficial way, but surprisingly the Hulk manages to add some depth

And though I never really got into those distance-setting records just for the sake of setting a record, uh, go helicopter people

conceptry

I've been trying to understand the concept of forgiveness for....about two years now, because at a certain point back then I realized that it was important and even necessary that I come to understand it....but I haven't had any sense of clarity or a straight answer, but this passage finally seems like a start -
'Forgiveness does not in any way justify or condone harmful actions. While you forgive, you may also say, “Never again will I knowingly allow this to happen.”…Forgiveness does not mean you have to seek out or speak to those who caused you harm. You may choose to never see them again.

Forgiveness is simply an act of the heart, a movement to let go of the pain, the resentment, the outrage that you have carried as a burden for so long. It is an easing of your own heart, and an acknowledgment that no matter how strongly you may condemn and have suffered at the evil deeds of another, you will not put another human being out of your heart. We have all been harmed, just as we have all at times harmed ourselves and others.

For most people forgiveness is a process. When you have been deeply wounded, the work of forgiveness can take years. It will go through many stages – grief, rage, sorrow, fear and confusion – and, in the end, if you let yourself feel the pain you carry, it will come as a relief, as a release for your heart. You will see that forgiveness is fundamentally for your own sake, a way to carry the pain of the past no longer. The fate of the person who harmed you, whether they be alive or dead, does not matter nearly as much as what you carry in your heart. And if forgiveness is for yourself, for your own guilt, for the harm you’ve done yourself or another, the process is the same. You will come to realize you can carry it no longer.'

and related and interesting passage:
"Your body becomes your teacher, providing you with feedback as to what your actual experience is in the moment. For instance, you discover you are slumping while sitting in a meeting and realize it's because you don't want to be in the meeting; rather than being present to the feelings of dissatisfaction, your mind has made your body carry the weight of the unhappiness."

An form combining tai chi and aikido, which I initially scoffed at, till I remembered Kevin's dad combining the two disciplines to such an effect as to ellicit gasps

::(un)ziiiiiiip::

Stranger than Fiction, with Will Farrell, Emma Thompson and Maggie Gyllenhaal. As much as I went into this movie somewhat determined to dislike it for various relatively shallow reasons, I ended up unwillingly liking it, in the end. Which was something of an interesting sticking point, to give extra meaning to that meaningless phrase (in the end). Gyllenhaal and Thompson were in their usual fine form (and I have to wonder whether a hospital scene was darkly humorously referencing the film Wit, in regards to Thompson), and Farrell and Queen Latifah surprised the hell out of me. The cinematography and pacing were wonderful, on top of all that, accenting the fantasy-but-mundane-but-not film-world. And, it's kind of fun to narrate one's own life, for an exercise in stepping back from one's own perspective. Though, it occurs to me, hell, what if someone was reviewing my life?

I guess I better add some more nudity.

-from Jack Kornfield's A Path with Heart, an interesting tangent-explanation of idea of karma:
'At the level of physical life, if one looks at an oak tree, one can see “oak tree” manifesting in several stages of life’s patterns. In one stage of the oak tree pattern, an oak tree exists as an acorn; at a subsequent stage it exists as a sapling; in another stage, as a large tree; and in yet another, as the green acorn growing on that large tree. Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as a definitive “oak tree.” There is only the oak tree pattern through which certain elements follow the cyclical law of karma: a particular arrangement of water, minerals, and the energy of sunlight that changes if from acorn to sapling to large tree over and over again.'

-this might be for Penguin, but damn if these didn't make me smile nostalgically; I remember them from some of my favorite scifi-romance novels (just I did just use that phrase, and yes, I know no one has any idea what I'm talking about)

Things of Note - A Running Around omgBusy Weekend

-East Coast Super Subs: thanks, Westin, for the yummies!
-Wyatt's rockets: bloody louder than ever (hence, in each of the several videos of the same test, me yelling "OW!" in the afterward-silence)
-Natalie's all supah-clean and happy, though she does not smell like 'rain' as the scent purported....I knew they wouldn't pull that off (this is me wincing from getting smacked at saying that)
-the house met with family-approval....except with that whole biggest-compost-heap-ever part. And, the fence having 'splodified.
-I seem to have a talent for finding the exact spot a nail just will not go into a wall (Kevin witnessed the mad cursing)
-Ms Kim wins for best April 1 prank evah (she also witnessed some mad cursing)
-in other news, we have no airport skillz: the only person watching the stairs for the company coming in had no idea who she was looking for, everyone else was probably watching the Mexicana with spherical breasts
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from Ms Connie, an impressive conferral between Farscape and tarot (as she pointed out, one wonders how much of it was intentional, with hints given...)