YouTubesday: DCI

In last week's exceptionally brief YouTubesday post I shared a 1988 performance from the Madison Scouts and promised to share more about DCI in a later post. Well guess what the theme of this week's YouTubesday post is going to be? That's right, more bloviating from me interrupted by whatever DCI videos I could scrounge from YouTube.

Lets begin with a better description of what DCI, or Drum Corps International, actually is. My short-hand answer for this question is that it is professional-level marching band and recently DCI stole my idea and began billing themselves as "Marching Music's Major League." While this definition is enough to get by on, it is not entirely accurate. There are some major differences between marching band and drum and bugle corps. The first one most people notice is that in a drum a bugle corps there are no woodwinds, however the restrictions are much more stringent that just removing the woodwinds. The brass horns must be bell-front and until recently pitched in the key of G. The drum corps itself is made up of up to 135 members and for DCI corps they cannot be above the age of 22. There is a somewhat long but very informative article over at Wikipedia that I suggest you check out if you're interested in learning more about the modern drum and bugle corps. I for one want to get on with the fun beginning with the clown princes of the DCI, the Velvet Knights.

I only saw this corps perform live one time however their flair for the absurd was a welcome break from how seriously many people take DCI. Sadly the Velvet Knights organization folded in 1997. This is a video of their 1992 finals performance, which marked the last time the would appear in the top twelve at the DCI World Finals. The show is titled "Magical Mystery Tour" and features "The Party's Over" from "Bells are Ringing" by Jule Styne, "Trepek" by Tchaikovsky, and "Hungarian Dance No. 2" by Johannes Brahms:



In that performance you may have noticed a moment where VK built to go into "Bottle Dance" from "Fiddler on the Roof," and the crowd reaction was rather enthusiastic. This is a callback to the Velvet Knights 1990 show where they transitioned from the "Jaws" theme into the "Bottle Dance" which in and of itself was a bit of a DCI in-joke as that song is more commonly associated with the Santa Clara Vanguard. In 1990 I assumed that the Velvet Knights were taking a bit of a poke at SCV for incorporating the song into their shows 1972, 1973, 1975, 1978, 1979, 1982, and 1992. (1973 and 1978 were championship years for the Vanguard.)

During the late 80's and early 90's the Santa Clara Vanguard developed a penchant for brining musicals to the field. The pinnacle of this period for the corps was when they won the DCI championship with a record-high cumulative score of 98.80* in 1989. The show they performed this year was a reworking of the previous year's "Phantom of the Opera" show. Sadly the only YouTube video I could find of this show is splint in to two parts and cannot be embedded so here are parts one and two. This victory was not without controversy since some saw it as a species of cheating to perform the same show two years in a row, even if the second show was a complete reworking of the first. Despite their on-field theatrics, such as the unveiling of a MASSIVE Vietnamese flag during their finals performance of "Miss Saigon," Santa Clara Vanguard was unable to recapture the DCI crown until 1999, when they shared the crown with the Blue Devils.

The Blue Devils are one of the premier corps on the circuit although I have to admit that I am not a huge fan of their music. They tend to stick to latin and jazz-influenced shows and while I understand the artistry and musicality of those particular genres, jazz in particular, they just do not appeal to me. Having said that, the Blue Devils consistently have one of the best percussion units in the DCI and their soprano horns can really scream. I was not able to find the show I wanted to include in this line-up (their 1990 performance of selections from Tommy) however if this short warm-up does not make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up then there is no hope for you:



I would also like to point out that they are not in what is considered a power formation.

One of the most profound impacts DCI had on my life is that it forced me to see classical music in a whole new light and the corps primarily responsible for this is the Phantom Regiment, a favorite of FotO Jack. By reworking pieces such as Anton Dvorak's "New World Symphony" and Tchaikovsky's "1812 Overture" they made the subtleties in the music more obvious to my somewhat untrained ear, which allowed me to better appreciate the music in its symphonic form. Once again I am not able to embed the YouTube videos in this post (making this one of the suckiest YouTubesdays ever) however you can watch their 1989 performance of the New World Symphony, which won a 2006 online poll as the fan's favorite performance of all time, here and here.

The Cavaliers, from Rosemont Il. are working to build a reputation as perhaps one of the greatest corps ever. One of the two remaining all-male corps, the other being the Madison Scouts, the Cavaliers have amassed a total of seven championships since their first in 1992. This includes the second three-peat in DCI history (2000, 2001, and 2002) and the feat of amassing five victories in a decade (2000, 2001, 2002, 2004, and 2006) which surpassed the previous mark of four victories in a decade jointly held by The Cadets (1983, 1984, 1985, and 1987) and the Blue Devils (1994, 1996, 1997, and 1999). Here is their show from 2004 titled "007":



The last corps I want to talk about before signing off for the evening is The Cadets. Throughout their history they have been variously know as the Holy Name Cadets, Garfield Cadets, and Cadets of Bergen County, all when they were based out of the Bergen County area of New Jersey which is where my father grew up. From very early in my DCI-watching career they were my favorite corps due to this somewhat tenuous link. Of course the fact that they are one of the best corps has nothing to do with it, having won the DCI championship nine times (1983, 1984, 1985, 1987, 1990, 1993, 1998, 2000, and 2005). They were the first corps to pull off a three-peat and currently share the record for the highest score with the 2000 Cavaliers. Unlike some corps, such as the Blue Devils and Phantom Regiment, they do not have a signature sound but rather seem to reinvent themselves with each season, having played music by such diverse talents as Jethro Tull, Leonard Berstein, Aaron Copland, and Bjork. While it is not one of their winning performances, their 1989 "Selections from Les Miserables" remains one of my favorite DCI shows of all time. Sadly like an alarming number of videos in tonight's post, this one has the embedding turned off and has been split in to two parts. You can view part 1 here and part 2 here. In order to get some video in here I went ahead and tracked down the Cadets championship performance of "Selections from Appalachian Spring" in 1987:



And part 2:



* This record would stand until 2002 when the Cavaliers scored a 99.15 which can be viewed here.

Guess What Kids?

This weekend I completed my open water dives and I am now a PADI certified open water diver! SCUBA diving is something I have wanted to do since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. This was actually part of a larger fascination with marine biology in general. I spent much of my childhood torn between the desire to be a marine biologist (inspired by Jacques Cousteau), a paleontologist (inspired by my frequent finds of fossils on my grandparents land), or an astronaut (because what kid doesn't want to be one at one time or another?)

Anyways I just thought I would let you kids know that I was done and plan on returning to a more normal blogging schedule this week as I try to clean up my desk and figure out how I can fit everything I want to do in to the remnants of the summer. I cannot believe we're over half way done with this year. It does not feel like my visit to Scotland was over six months ago!

See you tomorrow with a proper DCI edition of YouTubesday.

YouTubesday: The Short Edition

I apologize for my continuing slackitude here on the Opiate. Work has been moderately busy and my SCUBA class continues to eat up my free time in the evenings either with recovering from having to get up at 6 in the morning on both Saturday and Sunday or doing the additional book-work for my Advanced Open Water certification like tonight. I wanted to do a double-header YouTubesday and Funkywoodjamz post discussing DCI since the annual DCI performance in Houston is coming up next Thursday, but I need to get some reading done before bed so I am going to leave you with this one performance from 1988. Here are the Madison Scouts with their entire show from 1988 which concludes with a performance of Ernesto Lecuona's "Malaguena."



I chose this performance because the Scouts were at the first live DCI show I went to back in the summer of 1988 and while I prefer more classical pieces, their performance of "Malaguena" made an indelible impression on a young James. While this performance is from Drum Corps Holland, the Madison Scouts would go on to win the DCI championship in 1988, only their second since the founding of DCI in 1972.

Speaking of the 1980's and shorts:



Hopefully things will return to normal next week.

More Excuses with YouTube to Distract You

So still no serious posting because of the SCUBA classes. It is not that there is that much to learn but more that I am TERRIBLE at my time management for which I pretend to be sorry, but deep down inside I am really not so much. I bought my basic equipment today before class as well as checked out my BCD, tank, and regulator. I might be sitting here in my underpants and SCUBA gear typing this right now. I am not but I know at least one of you is now stuck with that image in your mind. I did try to type this post with my gloves on but typing on a laptop keyboard with gloves is a pain in the ass.

To carry on about SCUBA for just a minute I would like to stumble across a hobby that I am in to which is not cash-intensive. I know you can rent most of the gear but I have dropped about $500.00 on equipment so far and I have yet to get a set of prescription lenses for my mask, a gear bag, or the mask I really want, which can be seen here. On top of that I have yet to buy the really expensive gear such as the BCD or a regulator and all the goodies that go along with that. Add to this that one of my main interests in SCUBA is adding to my repertoire as a photographer and that will either require investment in a new camera or a housing for the 20D, which runs in the $1500 range, if I remember correctly, and then additional lights and such. Oh well.

I am completely pumped about getting in the water this weekend! I do my confined water (pool) dives on Saturday and Sunday and then my open water dives next Saturday and Sunday. I predict light posting until sometime next week although if I can get my Most Honorable News-san post done for tomorrow I will. Till then have fun and I will leave you with this video:

I will leave you with a couple of videos from Chuuk where I hope to dive some day (preferably with a rebreather):


What do you know? This cat has a rebreather.


This one is courtesy of Matt "The Dancing Guy" Harding of Wherethehellismatt.com.


This is just here to freak Nikki out.

"Man Goes into Cage."

Still busy cramming for SCUBA class so I just have a short post today. Sorry kids.

I am ABSOLUTELY terrified of sharks. My fear of them is so irrational that when getting into a dark swimming pool I am concerned about the Charcharodon population of said pool. Do not even get me started on creeks, rivers, and lakes where I cannot see what is going on, by which I mean pretty much any body of water. It does not help any that Bull Sharks are equally adept at swimming in freshwater and saltwater and have been sighted as far as 1,750 miles up the Mississippi. In fact I have refused to get in murky water and felt no shame in using, "Fuck that, there might be a big-ass shark in there waiting to eat me," as the excuse. (Lets face it, to something that is 10' long and full of sharp, pointy teeth I am nothing more than a nice, plump, warm and juicy Thanksgiving turkey that tastes surprisingly like chicken* and, much to said devourer's chagrin, drumstick-free.)

Where is all this going you may ask?

I just wanted to let you know that I stumbled across this website today and if my time and budget (ha!**) allow it I am SO doing this when I am in Hawaii.


* I just wanted you to know that when I typed chicken, I actually typed chikin and it took me a second of looking at it to be sure that was not right. I blame the cows. Damn you advertising cows!

** I like to pretend I have a budget for things. We all know this is a filthy lie.

"No Time for Love Dr. Jones!"

Sorry I don't have time for a proper post tonight. I am too busy cramming for my SCUBA class, something I should have been doing this weekend, but, as they say, if not for the last minute nothing would get done. In order to keep you cretins entertained I have scoured the depths of the internet to bring you Tokyo Dance Trooper:



Want more otaku-riffic wackiness? Check out Danny Choo's little place on the web.

Friday Links-san 6-29-2007

Lets start off this installment by learning a little about sumo from Samurai Dave and the Roving Ronin Report:



You know what? Samurai Dave is so awesome that we must enjoy his Eclectic Cultural Montage as well:



Next time I go to Japan I really want to check out the racing samurai and yabusame. Damn, this thing is turning into YouTubesday Two, Samurai Dave Boogaloo.

And the photo of the week from Fushmi Inari brought to you by Evan Pike and Japan Probe.

Speaking of torii, here is an interesting use for them: fighting litter.

One of the things I love about the Japanese is their willingness to enthusiastically embrace whatever kink gets them off. The most recent example is the Heroine Tokusatsu Kenkyujo (Heroine Special Effects Laboratory) which has opened in Akihabara. This is a store which caters to those of you obsessed with either Yellow Ranger or Pink Ranger. Go learn more from the undisputed Otaku-king Patrick at An Eternal Thought in the Mind of Godzilla.

And then there is this sort of cringe-worthy crap. (And by crap I mean the whole love doll thing, not Lee's frackin' hilarious coverage of said phenomena.)

Well, while we are on the subject of Japanese sexuality I might as well point out this bit from Japundit about love hotels. Much like the capsule hotel, I wanted to stay in one of these overnight while I was in Tokyo just so I could say I did, but I never really got around to doing it. The next time I go I will track one down and let you kids know what it was like.

Now I like melons as much as the next guy but square melons? For $105 a pop? That's a bit much for my taste.

Is it stupid that I am proud this is happening in Texas? I also like the snotty final quote in the article.

During my brief stay in Tokyo (in the pleasingly gaijin-scale and fairly inexpensive Tokyu Stay Monzen-Nakacho) I was confronted by a toilet with WAY more buttons than toilets are supposed to have. Since there were no instructions in English, or Engrish, and the pictograms were vague at best I did not avail myself of the bonus features of the toilet. Now the bonus features are coming around the Pacific Rim thanks to Toto with their initial marketing push being referred to in some circles as "Moons Over Manhattan" for obvious reasons. Thanks for the heads up JP!

Also while in Japan I was complimented on my ability to use chopsticks, which is apparently something that not all Japanese bother to learn anymore. I assure you I could not do this.

According to this piece over at Japan Probe I have seen 22 out of the top 50 anime movie/series as recently ranked in a poll conducted by Japan's Agency for Cultural Affairs. This includes all but three of the top 15. I thought "My Neighbor Totoro," my favorite anime of all time, would have scored higher and I am somewhat surprised that "Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack" even made the list, even though I really enjoy that movie as well. My one question about this list is where is the Kenichi Sonoda love? I get that "Riding Bean" and the various entries in the "Gall Force" saga are no masterpieces, but surely the original "Bubblegum Crisis" is worthy of mentioning, particularly in a list where crap like "Dragon Ball" ends up in the top 10. Japan Probe also has a list of the top 50 manga however I have only ever read something like four of the series on the list and then just issues here and there. I do wonder whose version of "The Tale of Genji" they are talking about on this list as I imagine there are multiple manga versions of this tale floating around out there.

Here is an interesting article from Japundit about getting your license to drive in Japan, which totally needs to be the sequel to the inevitably overrated Corey-fest that was 1988's "License to Drive."

Want some more "fear the gaijin" crap? How about this from Japundit about foreign wives being a security concern? Not enough for you? Read and learn how Brazilians are prone to commit crimes. If I remember correctly Brazil has one of the largest Japanese communities outside Japan so when the article refers to the man in question as being Japanese-Brazilian, he could be ethnically pure Japanese from Brazil. Here is the same bit from Japan Probe along with an article discussing why Japan does not have anti-discrimination laws. I particularly like how the demand for anti-discrimination legislation is "the totalitarianism of developed countries." To me this infers that the author of that particular statement thinks of Japan as being separate from the developed countries. I do like the phrase though, and may use it from time to time, particularly when I have to discuss the World Bank or IMF, but I really thought equality and egalitarian societies was something we could all get behind, at least in theory.

I am starting to be less and less amused by the t-shirts I am seeing out of Japan however this one? It is too fabulous not to share.

Okay this one made me chuckle as well. Perhaps I spoke too soon.

In this case I have but one question framed in the immortal words of Luke Cage. "Where's my money, honey?"

This is just an interesting FYI on the status of Iwo Jima.

I thought this was an interesting little survey and I agree with most of them but I have never heard the term folksonomy before.

Last week I wrote a comment about the Japanese struggling with their history, particularly with atrocities they may have committed. I rewrote my initial comment to cut out the vitriol since every nation struggles with history and the nature of the news and internet being what they are ensures that only the most outrageous news makes it to my door. Then I read crap like this. Oh wait! That was a spoof of this article which is 100% serious and just about as dumb.
(HT to Clayotnian over at Japan Probe.)

While we are on WWII-related rants here is an interesting article about the former Taiwanese President's plan to visit the Yasukuni Shrine. This is the shrine in Tokyo where the soldiers who died in service to the Emperor are enshrined, including several war criminals. There were howls of protest from China, South Korea, and Taiwan as well as domestically every time former Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi would visit the shrine. The shrine has become a source of considerable controversy in the region and I think President's plan to visit is a very interesting development. Ultimately I have split feelings about the shrine and what it represents. On the one hand any person who gives their life in service to their homeland is deserving of recognition and a certain amount of veneration, however when you start enshrining convicted war criminals like Hideki Tojo and Iwane Matsui then a line has been crossed.

And then there is this sort of conspiracy theory crap which comes out of some of Japan's neighbors. As much as I find East Asia a fascinating place, it really pisses me off some times. At what point do you just get over it and roll on? Every nation has been a dick to its neighbors at one time or another. Heck, we manage to be dickish to just about everyone whether they are a neighbor or not, but at some point you have to forget these 60-year-old slights and look forward.

AHHHHH! More jingoistic crap! How does one manage to conflate patriotism with anti-anythingism?

Articles like this are why I think the rest of Asia is being dumb and building a strawman out of Japanese militarism. Apparently there is a constitutional issue with the use of weapons against animals. And besides, if your tanks are smaller than a schoolgirl, who gives a crap if you invade? All the invadee has to do is strap on their rubber kaiju-suit and lay waste.

One of the biggest issues, at least for right now, is the Imperial Japanese Army's use of forced prostitution to provide their soldiers with "comfort women." Basically Korea and China accuse Japan of forcing women into working as prostitutes at military brothels for off-duty servicemen. The Japanese response is generally split between outright denial and mealy-mouthed apologies. (This is an over-simplification of the issue and response but it is enough for you to appreciate what is going on.) Seems like this would be something for Japan and her neighbors to work out, unless you are Representative Mike Honda from California's 15th District whose Resolution 121 demands Japan apologize for its use of comfort women. What a complete waste of time. Shouldn't we be spending more time worrying about our own shit instead of getting all Steve Irwin on Japan? I seem to recall we have plenty of problems here at home like a war in Iraq, a war in Afghanistan, people without health care, and an executive branch which recently engaged in a bit of asexual reproduction and budded a whole new branch of government I like to think of as the Dick Branch. We won't get into the very good arguments made by Liberal Japan's Matt Dioguardi about the duty of the people to find the truth and just get to the point that IT IS NOT ANY OF OUR BUSINESS WHAT JAPAN DOES REGARDING THIS ISSUE.

Well, now that we are all angry about thing over which we really have no control let us return to last week's story about Miss Universe Riyo Mori. Here is an article discussing her triumphant return to Japan which drags out the "she's not Japanese enough" complaint and then here is an article where she discusses the possibility of her appearing in the next season of "Heroes." All I have to say about that is, "Yes please."

I feel the need to share this video under the title "Japanese Rocket Science." I love how dramatic the music is in this clip. It makes everything seem so damn important. And who knew Cushmans could go that fast?

This is pretty awesome. In fact it is so awesome that I am just going to let you admire its majesty. Go on ADMIRE!

Just so you know, we're not the only nation facing the spectre of illegal immigration. (That is sarcasm BTW. I do not think illegal immigration is quite the issue some politicians want to make it out to be.)

If this is a remote control for my co-workers I so want one.

Fear the Shiri-Kajiri Mushi (Ass-Biting Bug) which apparently runs between shows on NHK. Sweet monkey that is one f-ed up cartoon!
(HT to Matt Alt over at AltJapan.)

BOOK REVIEW - Volk's Game

Volk's Game
Brent Ghelfi
Henry Holt, 2007
304 pages

When the first description of the main character is, "Dead mother, disappeared father, late-era Soviet poverty, and five years of killing and worse in Chechnya..." you know you are in for a brutal ride and Volk's Game does not disappoint. Alexei Volkovoy, or Volk as he is more commonly known, is just the sort of man you would expect to spring from orphanages of the collapsing Soviet Union, an unrelentingly dark anti-hero whose behavior would make the Man with No Name cringe. Then again this is Russia where things are never black and white, only shades of grey, and thus there are moments where Volk displays his aching humanity. Each moment a little shaft of sunlight that allows the reader to connect with Volk on a very basic level.

In Volk's Game, Volk has been roped into helping an old friend in stealing Da Vinci's Leda and the Swan from a hidden chamber beneath Russia's State Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg. Certainly a simple enough task if you ignore that in order to get the piece out of the museum the thief will have to navigate tunnels which have been submerged under the Neva for decades if not centuries. Once the art is in the open and the Russian's are not anything if not good capitalists, everyone will want a piece of the action. Trust me, before the end, everyone gets their piece.

This is one of the better debut novels I have read. Ghelfi has ably captured the modern Moscow of my imagination, a dark and atmospheric city trapped on the edge of history, caught somewhere between the totalitarian regimes which make up Russia's past and the bright hope of the early '90s tempered through typical Russian fatalism. While the brief plot summary I offer makes the novel sound formulaic and the set-up is, which is one of the reasons we love these sorts of books as readers, the true joy of this novel is the endless rollercoaster of loops and twists which Ghelfi drags Volk through. By the end I was close to needing a flowchart to help me unwind the Gordian knot of relationships which drive the plot to its inevitable, and very Russian, conclusion. While some, particularly The Moscow Times, have been disturbed by the violence in the novel and try to find some flaw with Ghelfi for placing it there, I found it, while cringe-inducing at times, to be very much in-line with what the character might do. Perhaps a little gratuitous at times, but in the end that is how people are and Volk comes across as being a very real person.

One of the things that bothered me about Volk is his charity to other veterans and widows. When I was reading through the book it struck me as a cheap ploy to get us to like Volk, very Robin Hood-esque and noble in its own way. The more I have been thinking about the book the more I come to the conclusion that this is exactly how Volk would behave were he a real person. He had no family. The army is the first opportunity he has to be accepted into something greater than himself and he sacrifices himself to the army, quite literally giving a leg for the cause. After his time in Chechnya all soldiers have become his brothers, sharing a link which runs deeper than true family ties, and because he is ultimately the dutiful son, he takes care of their wives and mothers when they can no longer perform this duty. Ultimately Volk's greatest redeeming quality is that he is the dutiful son, sacrificing for Mother Russia as well as his adoptive family.

If you cannot tell I really enjoyed reading this novel despite the fact that it was a remarkably fast read. (I managed to finish it in less than a day.) If you are a fan of characters like Barry Eisler's John Rain and Robert Ludlum's Jason Bourne then Volk is going to be right up your alley. Plus any book that has the pull-quote*, "Brent Ghelfi writes like Dostoevsky's hooligan great-grandson on speed," on the cover is worth checking out, right? (Plus the cats over at Murder by the Book recommended it when I was in there for the Barry Eisler signing and they have really good taste.)

Next up I delve into my slush pile of read books for a review since I have to read and comprehend my SCUBA text by next Tuesday, perhaps I will finally review Red Dwarf: Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers so I can return it to Scott.

* From master of the genre Lee Child.

Gary Esposito

For the past few YEARS someone has been harassing Kevin Church, of Beaucoupkevin.com, using the moniker "Steve Ebbling." It started out as typical internet troll bullshit but took a turn for the disturbing when "Steve" made threats connected to Kevin's pilgrimage to the MOCCA Art Festival this past weekend. Through a bit of sleuthing that would do Nancy Drew proud Kevin has deduced that "Steve Ebbling" is in fact on Gary Esposito. After posting the big reveal to his blog along with the line of reasoning he used to figure out who was trolling him Kevin then received this email. Go and read it, I'll wait.

You back? Pretty funny/sad stuff, eh? Nonetheless I am bothered by it.

If the email is real, and I am operating under the assumption that it is, then Gary Esposito and Steve Edwin are not only truly pathetic douche-bags but just straight up pussies as well. The email has the stench of, "Oh fuck, what do we do now that we've been found out," all over it, particularly since Kevin has informed Grey Global Group, the marketing firm which employs Gary "Weakest Troll Ever" Esposito, that he has been harassed from a computer at their IP address.

Now I do not have a problem with trolling in general, in fact a large amount of why I read the comic forums is to see the nerd-rage spin out of control and to get this done properly you need a troll. What I do have a problem with is that the initial trolling here is so weak and then the ongoing harassment drops below even sophomoric into the realm of "Your momma." If you're going to troll/harass then do it in new and interesting ways. Calling a, pardon me Kevin, large pasty white dude, large pasty and white without adding some art to it is just making an observation. (Being a rather large and pasty and white dude myself I know whereof I speak.)

The other thing I have a problem with is the unwillingness to be a man while harassing Kevin. If you are going to be a dick on the internet then at least own your dickishness. Hiding behind the thin veil of anonymity the internet offers is really a pussy move. Also when you get caught being a dick? Own it. Particularly in this case Gary. You have already sealed your fate. Kevin has enough evidence, circumstantial or not, to file a harassment suit against you or, barring that, against a John Doe aka. Steve Ebbling and subpoena computer access logs from Grey Global Group and user information from Hotmail. To be completely honest if I were Kevin I would have completely skipped the meta-post and any notification to Grey Global Group and gone right to a lawyer.

Finally I would expect much better goonishness from someone with the last name Esposito.

Oh well, the whole point of this was to help Kevin in his attempt to increase the Google rank of his Gary Esposito post from yesterday and to blow off a little steam. Come back tomorrow when I hope to post a review of Brent Ghelfi's debut novel Volk's Game.

YouTubesday: J-Bands

This week we are taking a break from tromping through the flowerbeds of my childhood television to revisit the fertile fields of Japanese music videos, or promotional videos as they are called. This week I will be concentrating on groups with really strange/awesome names, such as PaperBagLunchBox or Natural Punch Drunker.

(Partially inspired and informed by Sparkplugged's "5 Cool Japanese Band Names" and "5 Cool Japanese Band Names Part 2")

Lets start our journey into the realm of WTF was that name again with the song "Loveless Ideals" from Sloth Love Chunks. If you can't love a band named Sloth Love Chunks there is no goodness in your soul.




Now we'll slow things down a little with the eletronica-post-rock sounds of Spangle Call Lilli Line with their song "Nano":




I would never pass up an opportunity to post a PV from a group named the Funky Monkey Babys with their song "Lovin' Life":




Actually I like their brand of melodic hip-hop, if you can even call it that, so much that you will have to watch this video with the fat kid in it as well:




Sadly the only video I was able to find for The Jerry Lee Phantom was this live recording of their performance from 1999:




Here we have "Supernova" from the group Bump of Chicken:




Now I have no idea what is going on in this video, for "Shonen to Shiroi Inu", from the Shakalabbits. I think the singer sounds a bit like Alanis Morrisette. Plus she's wearing an eye-patch. That's just pi-radical!




The video for "early RISER" from Plus Tech Squeeze Box gave me frashbacks to living at Meatplant, and not in a good way and with more guitars. You have been warned.




While this does not fit into the category of strange band names I thought I would share the debut PV from professional eater Natsuko "Gal" Sone's band Gyaruru "Boom Boom Meccha Maccho!" or "Boom Boom Very Macho!"




I thought we might begin our cool-down with the single biggest disappointment that YouTube coughed up for me this week. While searching for videos and bands for this post I went ahead and punched the Beat Crusaders in to see if anything new popped up from my favorite J-band. Well what to my wandering eyes should appear but a video titled "Cum on Feel the Noize." Imagine my excitement as I am a HUGE fan of the 1983 version of the song by Quiet Riot, which I thought was the original until researching this post, and thus I was a little disappointed by this recording:




Finally we'll end this week's installment with a couple of videos from the Polysics (OR DIE!), whose song "Black Out Fall Out" features in my Funkwoodjamz - Big in Japan mix. Both of the following videos feature Mao Murakami, better know as Strong Machine 2, and she is pretty much the reason they are included. She can pop-n-lock with the best of them.

First up we have "I My Me Mine" which gets stuck in my head all the freaking time:




The second is "Electric Surfin' Go Go":



I so need to get me some of those glasses!

Bonus Round!

Here are a couple of commercials featuring Mao:

Damn My Brain!

I would like to take this time to offer up a couple of examples of why my brain and I should be considered separate creatures for the purposes of balancing good and bad karma.

1. While reading this bit on Media Matters my mind focused on the, "...Al Qaeda\Taliban training camp graduation ceremony..." part and thought, "Well, the coursework might have been easy but the final exam was a killer."

2. As we were returning to the office after a lunch of James Coney Island*, my office-mate Brian and I were discussing panhandlers being dicks. As we stood at the corner we were approached by a young woman who asked if we could spare some money so she could buy dinner. We both said no in the polite but fuck off tone you have to use with these people but my brain was thinking, "Well honey, if your tits were bigger I might."

3. While headed to lunch Brian and I passed a fairly attractive** and busty young black woman whose shirt said, "Freshly Squeezed." I managed to contain myself until she was out of earshot and then muttered, "I bet." This just about broke Brian.


* Two guys who share an office having chili dogs and chili cheese fries for lunch? This doesn't end well for anyone involved.

** I never made it to her face because I am not a good person. She had a rockin' bod, though.

Friday Links-san 6-22-2006

So I am a few weeks behind on all the news that is fit for mocking from the east. For the next couple of weeks I am going to be playing catch-up, starting with Japundit.com.

• Before anything else we need to congratulate our Japanese friends on Riyo Mori's recent win in the Miss Universe contest. Of course it would not be a real contest of non-athletic skill without a little controversy. From the giggle-inducing use of Miss Korea's photographs in an article in Japan's Nikkan Sports newspaper to the accusations that Miss Mori is a product of a beauty queen factory, where I would like to work in quality control if at all possible. Of course the real concern now is that she is not Japanese enough for some. Le sigh.
• LEARN TO APOLOGIZE GAIJIN DOGS! (I don't know why I felt the need to shout that, but there it is.)
  
• Apparently with the proliferation of maid cafes in Akihabara some have had to try new spins on the whole concept, all of which have led to the development of Hand Maid. I leave you to ponder just what service they might offer if you're not willing to click on their link. (HT to Lee over at Tokyo Times)
• Since we're wandering down the hentai path, check out this new cookie being offered up in Japan. (And here.) For those of you concerned about the concept of an F-cup on a slim lady of Asian descent, I would like to point out that the letter system used for Japanese bras is different than ours, IIRC.
  
• Speaking of boobs I so want one of these just to mess with people. In my world where I have nothing better to do than mess with semi-innocent passersby I would equip one of these with a speaker and go to town on people.
  
• X-Ray specs for the new millennium! I find this post particularly funny since a lot of the news coming out of Japan on the manga front of late has centered around the increasing use of cell-phones to view manga. Now if only they would advertise this product in those manga. Of course that might lead to the collapse of the time-space continuum as we know it. (And thus spare me the pain of paying off a credit card or two.)
• New Lee Press-On Creepy! This one's for you, Jack!
• On a more serious note, parts of society in Japan have real trouble with some of the legacies from World War II, particularly in dealing with the brutality of the Imperial Army that's why it is heartening to see the prefectural government of Okinawa tell the central government where they can stick their revisionist history.
• While this is not the reason Rob went to Amsterdam, he is still under suspicion even though this sign was spotted in Japan.
  
• Me too.
• Give this a name with an umlaut or two in it and it would be at home at Ikea.
• Hello computer.
• Although ironically priced at 999 yen, I think this thing is pretty cool. And the one yen coin might actually be more useless than the penny.
• This is rather cunning advertising and beats the hell out of the "Don't do drugs!" logos that I have seen on the drain covers in some urinals over here.
• The Japundit boys found a bunch of t-shirts, however none of them made me laugh out loud, so I am not going to share this time. I know, I am a bastard, but instead I offer as the big finale ninjas! That's right, G-D NINJAS!

Thanks most honorable RoninDave!

Award Winning

It turns out I had an even better weekend than I thought as one of my photos took second place in a photography contest held in my mom's town each year. I entered the photo contest last year, or rather my mother entered some of my photos which she had around the house, however nothing came of it and I told myself that this year I would be better prepared. I was wrong about that. I need to get on their mailing list so I can have more warning than when my mom decides to remind me the weekend before the contest. I did not want to enter the same pictures that were entered last year even though I am not certain what was actually entered last year, so I decided to select some pictures I have taken in the past year. Here, in no particular order, are the pictures I entered along with a brief description.


"Between Two Worlds"
This was taking at the Meiji Shrine during my visit to Tokyo last fall. If you can't tell, it is one of the torii gates. Torii mark the line between the mundane world and the divine, thus the title of this picture.


"Rising Sun"
An unintentional continuation of the Japanese theme, this is a picture I took at the Lone Star Flight Museum's annual air show this past April. Sadly the plane pictured is not an actual Japanese Zero but rather an AT-6 Texan which was modified to resemble a Zero for the movie "Tora! Tora! Tora!" The plane belongs to the Tora Gang of the Commemorative Air Force, or rather is associated with them as I am not certain who actually owns the aircraft in the picture. The only airworthy Zero that I am aware of is based out of the Planes of Fame Museum in Chino, California. The plane can be viewed here. One of these years I need to make it out for their airshow.

This is also the first picture where I worked with manipulating the levels in the raw image file to make a better photograph. Here is the unprocessed picture which, upon reflection, prints MUCH darker than it appears here:




"The Road Home"
This was taken just outside of Comrie, Scotland during my visit for Hogmany. I took seven or eight different versions of this shot, trying to find the exact one I wanted to use. I want to go back some day and spend a lot of time photographing around the village as Comrie is almost exactly what you would expect a village on the edge of the Highlands.


"Floriana 1"
Just some flowers form my mother's garden. I really like the contrast in this picture. I could not think of a good name so I went ahead and used Floriana 1. I enjoy taking pictures of flowers and figure if I ever put out a book of my flower photography I would title it Floriana thus getting a Queen Elizabeth I reference by piggy-backing on Spenser's The Fairie Queen.


"Foriana 2"
This was some flowering tree I saw on my trip to Wimberly with Nikki last May, which I chronicled here. I have no idea what the name of the tree is or anything however I love the blue sky in this picture.


"November Rose"
This is the picture which won second prize in the Floral category. I took this picture last November when I met Kyle, Sarah, and Nojo-jojo at the Texas Renaissance Festival. I like this picture so much that it is the desktop picture on my laptop.

Here are a few other pictures I wanted to enter but did not have enough time to properly edit.


The Heritage Flight performed at the Lone Star Flight Museum air show in April. I worked on this image to brighten the sky and make the colors pop a bit more than they did in the original. I also tried to cover up some dust which had gotten on my camera's sensor. You can see where I failed pretty miserably.



The shockwave from traveling at just the edge of the speed of sound causes the water vapor in the air to condense a bit, creating the cone of mist around this F/A-18 Super Hornet. Again I fiddled with the levels and contrast a little as well as trying to clean up the dust motes. Again I failed on the dust mote factor. Good thing a friend of mine is teaching a class on Photoshop this weekend.

I want to have these pictures finished for next year's show, provided I do not get anything better at the next airshow I attend. Until then I can live with James W. Wood, award-winning photographer. Yeah, I like the sound of that.

This Past Geek-end

Sorry for the gap in posting. I spent this weekend in College Station catching up with the ex-roommate and some old friends. A couple of months ago when I pitched this idea to Abe I expressed my desire for it to be a weekend of geekery and I am happy to report that it lived up to my expectations. We played a couple of games of Star Fleet Battle Force, a card game adaptation of the classic Star Fleet Battles which I am pretty good at, old school Battletech, Chez Guevara, the latest entry in SJG's Chez Geek line-up, Chrononauts, and finally an off-the-cuff game of Dungeons & Dragons.

I had forgotten how awesome and fun playing D&D with a group of friends could be. I know that this is going to cement my dork-hood in some eyes and I do not really care. There is a kind of magical joy in rolling the die and seeing it come up at just the number you need to hit the enemy with your attack and a schoolboy-like giddiness fills me when that die roll is a 19 or 20. This means you have potentially scored a critical hit which doubles the damage you do. You have to roll the die again, hoping for a second hit which will confirm the critical. I always get nervous when I have to do this. It feels as though there is so much at stake when I pick up the die and prepare to cast it one more time, hoping for that magic number. I almost could not watch as the die skipped across the table, like a kid at a horror film wanting to see the monster but too terrified to look directly at the screen, and then it comes up with the number you need. You know you are about to "do unto" whatever you are fighting, in my case it was three Wyverns, as you collect the appropriate dice to roll the damage. A quick prayer to whatever god of gaming or luck you prefer before you cast the dice again to find out how much damage you have unleashed upon the luckless creature at the other end of your sword. The shining moment though is when the DM realizes that you have managed to take more than half of the creature's hit points with that single blow. The DM reaches for a die, rolling to see if the creature is able to survive such a mighty thwacking and he looks a little crestfallen when he does not succeed and the creature keels over dead.

It is a feeling I had not had in a LONG time and I was glad I was able to recapture it, even if only for a weekend. I am really looking forward to arranging another geek-end in the near future.

YouTubesday: Television and the Young James, Part 1

Like many things in my childhood television consumption was a closely regulated thing in our house. We were allowed no more than one hour of television per day, including weekends. Now like many of the regulations in the house this could be worked around in a variety of semi-ingenious ways. Watching educational shows like "Nova" or "Nature" with dad was sometimes effective until the parentals caught on to what we were doing. When my sister and I could agree on a show we would sometimes attempt to say that the television being watched only counted against her television since I was playing with G.I. Joes and just happened to be in the same room, or vice versa. This pretty much never worked. This jackboot of oppression meant that I had to wait until my teenage years before I could enjoy such classics as "The Dukes of Hazzard" because, lets face it, there was much more important television out there to be watched. Things like "Fraggle Rock":



Like "The Muppet Show" (previously discussed here) "Fraggle Rock" was one of the shows we could watch without sacrificing any of our precious television time. My dad really enjoyed Jim Henson's work and so we got a free pass on this one, at least until we cancelled HBO.

Even though neither of my parents are what you would call sci-fi/fantasy fans I think a lot of my affinity for this sort of escapism comes from them. I can remember my dad reading The Hobbit to me when I was very young and he took me to see Ralph Bakshi's 1978 film adaptation of The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers. Together they managed to take me to see "Star Wars" three times in the theater, therefore it should come as no surprise that I spent more than one of my precious hours of television watching the sci-fi shows that cropped up in the wake of the "Star Wars" phenomena. In particular I remember enjoying "Battlestar Galactica":



Starring the unfortunately named Richard Hatch, Dirk Benedict (who will appear later in this post), and Lorne Greene, who for the longest time I would confuse with Lorne Michaels of SNL fame, the original "Battlestar Galactica" saw a theatrical release of the pilot episode in a few countries before it hit TV screens on September 17, 1978. Sadly in its original incarnation "Battlestar Galactica" would only last one season. Fortunately Glen A. Larson was more than ready to fill the sci-fi void with his next epic, "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century":



This show was very important to a young, developing James, as it is the first time I can remember noticing a woman and...well lets just say that Erin Grey as Col. Wilma Deering had me saluting. Apparently she had the same effect on Buck. Don't believe me? Just check out what his dreams are made of:



I would just like to say that late 70s sci-fi uniforms are still hot, although I could have done without the dancing sequence, I mean come on Buck, really? I was only seven or so at the time and even I knew that dancing like that was not going to land you a hot buttered muffin like Erin Grey.

I was shocked to learn that the pilot episode had a very different opening sequence and there are actually words to the theme song. "For five hundred years Buck Rogers drifted through a world in which reality and fantasy merged into a timeless dream."



I think we all know what is what in this opening. Much like "Battlestar Galactica," "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century" did not stick and ended up being cancelled after just two seasons. At this point sci-fi television faded from my radar, although I did enjoy what few episodes of "Misfits of Science":



Starring a young Courtney Cox and featuring future "Heroes" creator Tim Kring as the writer for one of the sixteen episodes, the show did not even make it to a full season before the plug was pulled. After this, for me, science fiction would be the realm of cartoons until the release os "Star Trek: The Next Generation" in 1987 as I was not allowed to watch the "V" miniseries and "The Greatest American Hero" was somehow off my radar at the time. Speaking of "The Greatest American Hero" lets go ahead and throw the opening for that one up here as it is notable for the song, if nothing else:



Too bad because in retrospect, while she is no Erin Grey, Connie Sellecca is pretty easy on the eyes.

During this time I was also a fan of "Whiz Kids" another ill-fated show which almost made it one whole season before being cancelled.



Much like "Revenge of the Nerds" and "Cloak and Dagger" would in 1984, this show really appealed to the nerd-pupae that I was.

Wow kids, it is already getting late and I have barely gotten through 1984. I guess we are going to have to make this one a two parter. Oh well. As a parting gift I will leave you with these clips from "Buck Rogers." First up we have Erin Grey and Brianne Leary in a steam room with a rope:



And we'll end with Col. Wilma Deering in spandex preparing for Buck's birthday party:



Was that a condom joke in there? Why yes! I think it was. Go on Buck, drink Bacardi like its your birfday.

Random Notes for June 13th, 2007

Another edition of random notes so soon? Yes but only because I am too lazy to get around to reviewing Tazza: The High Rollers, an unexpectedly enjoyable film which features my new K-crush Hye-su Kim (or here for a picture and her shock that porn sites would use her name), the Red Dwarf novel Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers, or Barry Eisler's latest offering in the John Rain series, Requiem for an Assassin. You should go buy the last one for three reasons. First it is a very good book, but you should read the others first. Second Barry is a genuinely nice guy who almost remembered my name at this year's signing at Murder by the Book. Finally Barry is former CIA covert operations agent which means you will never see him coming should he decide to take care of your business and if you don't buy the book he will be unemployed and have plenty of time to hunt down your no book buying ass. Keep the man writing for your own safety as well as the safety of others.


HOLY MUNKY!!! While looking up Tazza on IMDB I stumbled across the trailer for a little movie titled Superbad. I initially clicked on it thinking it would be some superhero send-up along the lines of My Super Ex-Girlfriend so imagine my surprise when it turns out the movie appears to be a coming of age story a la American Pie, Dazed and Confused, or Can't Hardly Wait, but with cussing. Written by Seth Rogen, who some of you might know from his recent turn as Ben Stone in Knocked Up, and Evan Goldberg who no one will recognize and featuring Michael Cera, whose performance as George-Michael Bluth in "Arrested Development" was masterfully awkward, and Jonah Hill who, again, no one will recognize. Go check out the movie's official site and enjoy the red-band trailer. I am now really looking forward to this movie.


Ready for a dose of comic book gayiety which does not involve Batman, any of the Robins, Superman, or Northstar? Check out this cover for The Incredible Hulk #355 courtesy of the scans_daily LJ community. I think I might pick up this book on my weekly pilgrimage. It certainly seems worthy of mocking.


Drunk blogging "Star Trek: The Next Generation" episodes? Why yes, this sounds like a fantastic idea thank you very much. Shall we watch? Check it out here, here, and here. (HT to Dirk over at Journalista.)


Another movie trailer discovery I made today is this trailer for Sukiyaki Western: Django. Takashi Miike's remake of the 1966 spaghetti western Django directed by Sergio Corbucci. I am not certain why this movie makes me happy. Part of it must be the fusion of two genres that are at their core the same. Look at Kurosawa's Seven Samurai and The Magnificent Seven, or the duo of Yojimbo and Sanjuro when compared to A Fistful of Dollars and For a Few Dollars More. Of course we can go even further back to the film noir classics which inspired Kurosawa's stories, but the western and the jidaigenki film are so entwined in my head that making a western set in Japan just seems right, almost like the spaghetti film has finally come home. I really hope this one gets released Stateside, and with Tarantino as one of the stars I suspect that it will, but if it doesn't I won't hesitate to pick up the DVDs from Japan.
(HT to Jason Gray.)


Remember: Guntherfest '07 is upon us.

YouTubesday: Mac versus PC

Even if they were not responsible for revolutionizing the personal computing market and introducing such must-have items of the moment like the iPod, I believe Apple would still be remembered for their advertising campaigns. From the legendary "1984" commercial which coincidentally aired on January 22nd of that year during the Superbowl, to the current crop of "Get a Mac" commercials featuring Justin Long of GalaxyQuest fame and The Daily Show's John Hodgeman, who is also the author of The Areas of My Expertise, a book which is languishing in the pile of stuff I need to read.

Here we have the classic "1984" commercial in all of its Orwellian glory:



And here are a couple of my favorite "Get a Mac" ads so we have some common ground to work from, starting with my favorite:



I am not entirely sure what Mac's final line in this ad means but I am certain it is dirty:



Of course since these commercials are popular, there are going to be rip-offs homages. Here is a Novell ad that takes a shot at the whole Mac versus PC thing by introducing us to LINUX:



Yeah, LINUX is neat and all but it is certainly not the hot chick of the OS world. Quite frankly none of them are. At best one of them is your cousin that you are somewhat attracted to but since this isn't Arkansas you can't really do anything and lets face it you wouldn't really want to anyways in case your friends found out about the whole thing. Best to just go get another beer and feel guilty for a bit.

And then there are the spoofs, which is really the whole point of being here tonight. Here is a more realistic take on LINUX:



The TrueNuff guys really had a bit of fun with the whole Mac/PC thing and really hit the nail on the head with their portrayal of LINUX. Here is some more fun at Dipshit's expense:



"I am root! Hear me roar!" That should so be a ThinkGeek t-shirt. Oh well, after having fun at LINUX's expense the TrueNuff boys realized there is something even geekier than that:



Finally the TrueNuff boys decide to have a little fun with the new black Macs coming out:



Finally it can no longer be said, "Once you go black you never go Mac."

This being something that appeals to the geek in all of us means that someone would take it to the next level. In this case it was YouTube user ItsJustSomeRandomGuy who put together a series of spoof commercials about the various Marvel and DC movie projects. He begins with Spider-man and Superman:



And:



And:



He eventually branches out to include Batman, Wolverine, Hulk, Jor-El, Ben Parker as well as some villains. Here is the best one featuring Lex Luthor and the Green Goblin:



Check out the rest of his work at his YouTube page.

BONUS CONTENT

Here is seven minutes of the short "Get a Mac" commercials:



And here is a CNN report on Bill Gates' response to the "Get a Mac" commercials which is vaguely sucktastic but included so I can continue to call myself fairly balanced:



Finally here is a rant from a Mac user:



"The Mac is practicing some kind of bizzare psychological warfare on me." Just like me.

Running the Shadows

I am not certain whether I have mentioned my love for the Shadowrun RPG here on the Opiate therefore let me get this out in the open right now. I am a huge fucking nerd when it comes to Shadowrun. I own every rulebook released for the system be it by FASA or FanPro and I have several of the novels. Floating around on my laptop are multiple outlines for and a couple of abortive attempts at scriptwriting for a series of webisodes in the vein of Star Trek: New Voyages or Starship Farragut. I have far more hand written notes and adventure kernels than I can count. It seems like more turn up every time I go to open a box labelled Misc. Desk Stuff. Even with all of that I have managed to steer clear of any of the online communities therefore when I saw this advert in the latest issue of Outsiders (#48 if you must know) I was somewhat taken aback:


While somewhat interesting visually the head with many eyes does not really convey the feel of the world. I get what they are going for with the whole "eyes in the back of your head" thing hweere, but it just doesn't work for me. If I am going to see and ad for Shadowrun I want to see some spell-slinging and cyberpunkery going on, preferrably with a wizworm in the background.

Since I am not a PC/console gamer and I do not frequent the Shadowrun forums I had no idea the game was this close to being out. I had heard rumors of it a couple of years ago, however I chalked that up to just fanboy hopes and dreams. This is one dream that has been given form and I am giving a long hard think about picking up an XBox or getting a PC which can hang with this game.

I think I need help.

Random Thoughts for Sunday, June 10th

Sorry for the lack of updates. I spent Wednesday through Friday in training on a new piece of software at the office. It is really cool and I am excited about getting the chance to use it, however this left me with no time to screw around and therefore I am a little behind in my slacking.

My brother has decided it is time to take the plunge into the marriage pool again. For those of you keeping score at home this is his second wedding. His first marriage lasted approximately five months and from what he has told me it fell apart really through no fault of his own. So here it is a new year and a new wedding for Charlie. Now hot on the heels of his bitching about Anne getting married in New York when she lives just north of Dallas, he and his fiancee have decided to get married in Hawai'i. That's right boys and girls. even though they live in Austin and both her family and his family live in Texas, those two crazy kids have decided to go about half way to Asia for the wedding. Apparently they were going to elope to Hawai'i however the fiancee started to get cold feet about bailing on her parents. Her father is a Baptist preacher and they are Hispanic so pissing of the family is pretty much something you do not do. Once she told her parents Charlie felt the need to inform us. He told Anne and I while we were in New York and finally broke the news to our parents about two weeks ago. My initial thought was, "What the fuck are you doing, Charlie?" but I know him well enough to know that if I tried to advise him to take it slow that would just cement this idea in his head. Therefore I took a deep breath, smiled, and told him that I am happy for him and that I want my mojo back once he is married. Olivia is definitely an upgrade, although close to the same size as May. I am honestly happy for him and I am excited about going to Hawai'i, even though it means my vacation budget for next year is gone. (What can I say? I am a patriot and believe in deficit spending!) What I am not excited about is that my mom is going without my dad and this means what could have been a pleasant week long visit to paradise with nothing planned but a SCUBA trip or two and my brother's sandy nuptials, is now going to be about a week of dealing with my mom. I love her but sweet Christmas I need to have a vacation where I get away from the family. I am still going to go diving for one or two days as long as I can get certified before I head out, which should not be a problem considering the number of friends I have who are certified. I started this wanting to bitch about the trip and everything but what is really bothering me about the whole thing is my mom's penchant for whipping guilt trips on us kids. Tonight I told her that I was going to go ahead and find a hotel room for myself rather than sharing one with her and the guilt trip started immediately. I am very frustrated.

I just stabbed my thumb while opening one of those two-gallon water jugs with the spigot et al. and have come to the realization that I do not have any band-aids in the house. This means that for what is little more than a pin-prick, albeit a rather deep one that was bleeding profusely, I now have my thumb bandaged up like I split it from stem to stern. I kind of feel like a jackass and it has made using the remote challenging.

Since I did not have decent reception on my TV until I moved into the new apartment, or Spam Can* as I like to call it, I missed this whole season of Smallville. Fortunately they have started rerunning the episodes on Thursday nights and I have been recording them. I would just like to say that Justin Hartley, who plays Oliver Queen/Green Arrow, reminds me of Top Gun era Tom Cruise, and this is a good thing. It looks like he is going to be a complete badass in the series, which makes me happy because I like Green Arrow. If you have iTunes you should check out Justin in the pilot for Aquaman, a series which sadly did not get greenlit. I think it is definitely worth the $1.99 for those of you who like Smallville.

I got distracted by a run to Wendy's for dinner and then starting the pilot episode of The West Wing. Moira Kelly? Hot.

I am thinking about doing a This Week in Geek type column where I recount all of the nerd things I did during the past week. What movies I watched, books I read, etc. etc. etc. Any thoughts?

* This is funny because my nom de Tuba in college was Spam and this got leaked to the general populace in the dorms and the Honors College. I am certain that there are people I went to college with who do not know my real name.