Way of the Master?

Today I was excited to discover that there were representatives on campus giving away copies of Darwin's Origin of Species. The version that was being given away was a version that included an introduction from Ray Comfort. He is a creationist and in the introduction discusses everything that is wrong with Origin of Species which amounts to basically everything in his opinion. Recently, Ray Comfort had gained some notoriety with his origin of bananas video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfucpGCm5hY. Former child star turned Bible beater, Kirk Cameron, recently discussed the plan for distributing these books http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oM0oBuhTLRI. The representatives that were giving the books away were not Kirk Cameron, which is a good thing because I would probably be in custody after being charged with assault. I was part of a small mob that took on these representatives trying to discuss the issue (check out my views on evolution a few posts down). However, the book representatives became relatively defensive and hostile in the face of opponents that would challenge some of the ridiculous claims that they were making. At the end of the day I had fun arguing, however fruitlessly, with the representatives and only wish that I would have had an opportunity to punch Kirk Cameron right in his holier than thou face.

Moral Dilemmas

I recently went to the movie "The Box." The box was written and directed by Richard Kelly. He had previously written and directed Donnie Darko and Southland Tales. I thoroughly enjoy the way he tells a story and was more than excited to see that he was going to make a movie based on a short story that had also been adapted into an episode of the 1980s run of the Twilight Zone. In the story a young married couple is presented with a box that has a button. If they push the button they receive a million dollars. The catch is that pushing the button also causes a person that they do not know to die. The short story and Twilight Zone episode focus on the process of making the decision. In both cases greed wins out and one member of the cuple pushes the button. They end up getting the money, but when the box is picked up by the mysterious entity that left it in the first place he announces that it will be reprogrammed and given to another couple, a couple that will not know original couple. That is where the short story and Twilight Zone episode end. Kelly's take on the story is a little bit different, but I am not going to spoil it for anyone that plans to see it and hasn't yet. My overall impressions were that I really enjoyed the movie. If you haven't seen a Richard Kelly movie you should be aware that while in the case of the Box there is resolution in the main storyline, but there are many issues that are unresolved when the credits roll. I like this about his movies. I'll need to see it a few more times in order for some of the side plots to make sense to me.

An immediate topic for conversation following the movie is the question of whether or not you would push the button. I have always found talking about these dilemmas to be a wonderful way to pass time with friends. I am reminded of several instances of discussing whether or not you would sacrafice your own life to save the life of a stranger and all the factors that go into how you would ultimately make that decision. I think that these moral dilemmas can also be a good judge of character. For example, if I ask someone if they would sacrafice their own life for the life of a stranger and they immediately reply yes without thinking about it or asking any follow-up questions, I know that the person is only interested in how they will appear in the social situation. I don't think anyone should be able to answer that question without thinking about it and asking questions. Someone who answers immediately either wants to appear to be altruistic or is a narcissist. If you want to have some fun sometime ask me what I would do in one of these situations.

Gutter Gourmet

Welcome to the first edition of "Gutter Gourmet" where I will be reviewing various foods that provide a great deal of convenience. Some of these foods will manage to be convenient while maintaining some semblance of flavor while others will not fare so well.

Last weekend I saw that Target had a special on Hot Pockets. A box of two Hot Pockets was on sale for $2. I saw the sale and thought to myself, "Well, that is a mighty good deal. A full lunch for $2. Plus I can just throw them in the microwave at work so they are also quite convenient." I purchased a variety of flavors so that I wouldn't get sick of eating the same thing all week. One of the flavors I chose was Hot Pockets Four Cheese Pizza. After I threw those bad boys in the microwave I began to read the packaging while I waited for them to cook. I noticed in the ingredients panel that these Hot Pockets actually contained three varieties of cheese along with what was labeled as artificial mozzarella cheese. Strangely, when I ate the Hot Pockets the artificial mozzarella was my favorite part of the whole experience. This particular flavor of Hot Pocket was quite bland. I felt like it could have used some artificial sausage or pepperoni. My guess would be that the good people at Hot Pockets probably thought that if you are actually eating these things you probably don't possess a real sophisticated palette and if they mixed some meat in with the already complicated flavor of four different varieties of cheese that it would just frighten and confuse the consumer and the next time they were shopping they would just grab a Slim Jim and Hershey bar which would provide the same amount of nutrients without all the chaos of too many flavors at once. All in all the Hot Pockets Four Cheese Pizza was edible, but not my favorite style of Hot Pocket, which isn't really saying much.

Why so angry?

Many of you might recognize this scene as being typical of an experience at the Department of Motor Vehicles. Up until a few years ago I had always had pleasant experiences dealing with the fine people at the DMV. Most of those encounters took place in small towns where the DMV is one small room in the court house. There are rarely lines and the employees actually seem like human beings at these quaint operations. I had always heard jokes in popular culture that referred to the experience of the DMV and I didn't really understand where the material was coming from. I stand before you now as a changed man. Unfortunately, now I can relate to the plight suffered by countless other victims of the DMV.

These unpleasant DMV experiences began right when I moved to Milwaukee. Today I had to renew my driver's license. It really shouldn't be a difficult task. I had gone through the renewal procedure when I lived in MN and I knew just what to do when the renewal form came in the mail. I had moved in the last calendar year so the first concern was making sure that the DMV had the correct address on file, and by golly they actually did. This was good news. Things were sure going well, if only I knew the turmoil I was about to face.

I woke up bright-eyed and ready to get to the DMV right when they open the door. You see, I have dealt with the DMV before and I knew that getting there early was the key to getting through the entire production quickly. When I drove up to the building I saw that there was construction in the parking lot. Luckily there was a secondary lot, but it wasn't paved. It was a rainy morning and I noticed that as I pulled into the gravel lot that the drainage in the area was very poor and the entire parking area was covered in at least an inch of water. Naturally there were several lower areas that had even deeper puddles. Before I opened the door and braved the elements I put my hood up while I thought about how wonderful the next hour or so of my life would be.

As I walked up to the front door I realized that a handful of other citizens had arrived even earlier than I did. I was the eighth person in line 10 minutes before the doors would even open. I was already off to a bad start. When the doors at the DMV opened they announced that they were currently doing maintenance on the number system that they use. Typically you get a number of a slip of paper and you sit and wait for you number to be called. Today we were all supposed to stand in line and wait. It was at about this time that I noticed that the employees of the DMV have to be the same population of people who set up tables at flea markets. They are the bungled and the botched individuals of our society. They move at about as fast as horse piss runs uphill. Only three of the eight help stations were being manned. I can only imagine that the other five employees were scouring dumpsters in upscale neighborhoods for secondhand goods to pettle on their sad weekend excursions before the garbage men took all of those treasures to the landfill. The other thing that I observed is that two of the three employees were actually typing by using one finger. Most of the time after they hit a key they had to back up and begin a visual search to find the next letter like they had never seen a keyboard before.

I ended up standing in that line for approximately an hour. As the last citizen in line in front of me was called to a window I knew that my patience had paid off. I was the next person in line. Very soon I would hand over my completed paperwork and get my shiny new driver's license, but sometimes good things aren't meant to be. Now a man announced that the number calling system was back in working order and that everyone in line should get a number so they could have a seat and wait to be called. This would have been welcomed news to my painful feet if the number line hadn't started where the end of the standing line ended. Effectively everyone turned around to recieve numbers, completely reversing the order of the line. I had been first in line and with a simple 180 degree turn I was now last in line.

Again I waited. The only benefit of having a number was that I was able to sit down and wait for another hour before my number was called. I wasn't even excited when my number was called. I half expected a bird to swoop down and swipe my number before I could check in at the window. Thankfully, I made it to a window and provided the visibly physically handicapped, and what I can only assume mentally handicapped DMV employee with my filled out paperwork. After several minutes of him inspecting a document that contained my signature and four checked boxes he asked me for the $34 fee. I whipped out my check card and proudly ready to over pay for such astounding service. He shook his head and said cash or personal checks were the only accepted forms of payment. He directed me to a nearby ATM and actually waited for me to return. On a side note, the DMV ATM fees were $2.50 and if you think for a second that the bank that runs that ATM doesn't have some kind of deal worked out with the DMV you are crazy. Who the fuck accepts personal checks? I could write an IOU on a piece of scratch paper and the chances of you getting money from the bank are probably just as good as they are with a personal check.

The next step of the process was the vision test. I put my head in the viewing area and the DMV employee asked me to read a series of letters that I can only presume should have been visible. I said that I didn't see anything. Eventually I convinced him to look in the viewer and he said that it must be broken and just asked me if I could see "ok." I replied yes and he just checked the vision test off on the form. Remember that the next time you hear about some 97 year-old woman who moves down a lemonade stand and six toddlers along with it on the evening news. I bet she also told the DMV that she could see fine.

After all of that nonsense I just needed to take a picture. Have you ever noticed that very few people look good in their driver's license picture? I honestly believe it is because of all the shit you need to put up with at the DMV. By the time you get to the end you are so frustrated, annoyed and angry that it is difficult to look anything but pissed off in that picture. Right when the flash hit my retinas I knew that my driver's license picture for the next few years was going to be a terrible one and when the card finally printed off and they handed it to me I was not disappointed. I could not look more annoyed in a picture. If I ever commit a crime or go missing I have no doubt that my DL picture will be the one shown on the news and circulated. So, if that happens just remember, I wasn't always that unpleasant looking. In fact most of the time I appear fairly content.

Failure of the American education system or of the American people?

Did you know that only approximately half of the US population "believes" in evolution? Often times you will hear that evolution is only a theory. Usually this statement is made by people who in fact do not "believe" in evolution. The problem with defending a "non-belief" in evolution with this statement is that gravity is also technically defined as a theory, however I doubt most of these people would dispute which direction an apple would go if it suddenly broke free from a tree. I could just as easily say that I do not believe in gravity because it is only a theory. That statement sounds ridiculous and I don't think I could convince anyone to take my position on the issue of gravity with that argument. Here are a few other interesting statistics that I took from http://www.religioustolerance.org/ev_publi.htm. Only 41% of high school graduates agree with the theory of evolution. About 50% of individuals with a college education agree with evolution and 74% of people with post graduate degrees "believe" in evolution. I find these statistics very interesting.

Why is it that the probability that someone will agree with the theory of evolution increase as the amount of education they possess increases? My contention is that the reason for these statistics can be one of two options or a combination of the two. First off, one could argue that the general population of the US isn't all that bright and that education in effect pares down the amount of "dullards" in the group and you are left with a fairly intelligent group. The second possible option is the the American school system is extremely unsuccessful in properly explaining and teaching exactly what evolution is. Very rarely have I ever encountered a person who does not "believe" in evolution who actually has a firm grasp of what exactly evolution is all about. The evidence in support of the theory of evolution is overwhelming. If anyone feels the need to start a debate on the topic I am more than willing to discuss the matter.

I'll be the first to admit that evolution may not be a perfect theory, but the theory of evolution is currently the theory that does the best job of explaining all of the data. In the future it is possible that a new theory will surface that will do an even better job of explaining the same processes that evolution currently explain. This is the way that science works. You always have to be open to the possibility of reviewing and amending previous ideas when new data or ideas are found or expressed. My question to all of you is, why does only half of the US population "believe" in evolution? Is it that the American people are not the brightest people or has it been a failure on the part of the education system?

America's Pastime (pt. 2)

I'm sure that there are countless people anxiously waiting for the nail biting conclusion to yesterday's post, so in the interest of appeasing everyone I am going quickly run through a few examples of why I prefer National League baseball.

• The bench, and therefore the depth of a team become much more important factors.
  

In the American League, generally the eight position players that started the game will finish the game. This results in teams having several players that rarely get the chance to play. They might occasionally get in a day game following a night game to rest the usual player, but for the most part they find themselves in the dugout having a very low impact on the performance of the team. However, in the National League you will see bench players get regular pinch-hit opportunities in the pitcher's spot of the order. In addition to pinch hitting, you also see the ever-exciting double switch where the pitcher and a position player are lifted from the game with a new position player coming off the bench to hit in the pitcher's spot in the order and an arm coming out of the bullpen replacing the exiting position player's place in the batting order. With bench players getting more chances to play in the NL the depth of a team becomes more important than it is in the AL.

• The increase in the ability of the players to police themselves if things start getting a little bit dicey.

This point could be debated. The way I see it there are two ways for the players to police themselves. In hockey, if your star player is getting pushed around and roughed up you have two options. The first option is to start pushing around and roughing up the opposing team's star. The other option is to give some payback to the player who is roughing up your star. Personally, I am a supporter of the more direct route which involves confronting or dealing the the person directly responsible for the infraction. In baseball, if a player stands at the plate admiring a homerun for more time than the pitcher appreciates there is a good chance that either the next batter or the homerun hitter will be nursing a developing bruise and walking to first base in their next at-bat. I have no problem with a pitcher sending a message that they didn't exactly appreciate being shown up. If this happens in the AL, the next step is for the other team's pitcher to plunk a batter. This can be an exciting situation, but what is even more exciting is what potentially happens in the NL. The pitcher who intentionally hit a batter has to come to the plate at some point and that is when things can get real interesting. This is the very player that threw at one of your guys. Would you let that slide? So now you have a situation where the pitcher really has to think about how annoyed he really was after that last homerun because if it wasn't too annoyed perhaps he'll let it slide instead of becoming a target himself the next time his spot in the line-up comes up.

• Decisions on when to change pitchers are much more interesting.

Lets say that your starting pitcher has pitched 7 strong innings. His pitch count isn't too high and the game is tied. In the top of the eighth your pitcher is due to hit with one out and a man on first. Do you want to have him bunt so that he can stay and pitch the bottom of the eighth or do you want to lift him for a pinch hitter and trust the bullpen? These decisions do not have to be made in the AL, at least the decisions are not as difficult because you are only having to judge the pitching side of the equation where in the NL you have to balance the pitching side of the equation with the offensive side.

• Getting from first to third on a single, stealing bases and hit and runs are all more prevalent in the NL.

These are all exciting baseball plays. If you are going to hit and run or steal a base when exactly you want to try it becomes an interesting bit of strategy. In my experience AL teams are much more inclined to not take risks on the bases trying to advance runners. They get people on and hope for a three run homerun to clear them off. The chances of having a big inning in the NL are lower and that leads to a higher value being assigned to any potential run on the bases and how you are going to try to get that run in.

• Watching the eighth hitter can be as interesting as watching the big slugger.
  

With the pitcher hitting in the nine hole nearly exclusively (not including teams managed by LaRussa) there rests a higher level of responsibility for the eighth hitter in NL lineups compared to AL lineups. In the AL you usually have a meager hitting middle infielder in the eighth spot and it might be a good time to get up and grab a soda. However, in the NL you want to have an eighth hitter that can get on base. The strategy is that you'd rather not have the pitcher lead off an inning because it frequently results in the first out which means you only have two outs to try to get something going. So, situations in which the eighth hitter comes to the plate with two outs can be very interesting. Can he get on and clear the pitcher's spot this inning or will he make an out and force the pitcher to lead off the next inning? Personally, I find this situation nearly as interesting to watch as seeing the outcome when the bases are loaded with the team's slugger coming to the plate.

• If you play in the NL you better be a decent all-around player.

In the AL many teams employ a DH who is a pretty bad fielder and the fact that he gets paid to simply hit glosses over the importance of learning how to play good defense. There is no penalty for not being able to field a position. In the NL you could have a great hitter who is a bad defender, but you still need to find a place to put him. Usually, they try to squeeze them into a corner outfield spot or first base. However, the team still pays a penalty for the player not being a good defender. Perhaps the slugger fails to cut off a ball in the gap and gives up a double where a good defender could have held the hitter to a single. Perhaps the great hitter doesn't scoop a throw at first base the spoils a double play that would have ended an inning. Either way being able to field a position is a premium skill to have in the NL and that is another thing I appreciate about that style of baseball.

America's Pastime (pt. 1)

Growing up, I spent most of my summers with baseball. As a kid I played tee-ball and as I got older I progressed to the point of playing American Legion baseball. When I wasn't playing baseball competitively you could find me out in the yard with my brother throwing a baseball around. As much as I enjoyed playing baseball, the next best thing to playing it myself was watching it on TV. I have been a Minnesota Twins fan for as long as I can remember. In fact my aunt gave me a game used ball that was signed by the entire 1982 Twins team on my first birthday that September. I have been fortunate enough to have experienced two World Series wins by my favorite team, which is two more than can be said for the fans of one particular team that calls the north side of Chicago home.

Seeing as how I watched the Twins almost exclusively in my formative years, with the exception of catching the nationally televised Sunday night game, you can imagine that I grew very accustomed to the American League style of baseball. I remember as a kid hearing people bemoan the existence of the designated hitter and thinking to myself, why can't these traditionalists get with the times and accept the designated hitter as part of the game? The American League style of baseball is more suited to providing exciting offensive games with more scoring and more homeruns. After all, that seemed to be what most fans, including me, were interested in seeing, high scoring games and long, towering homers.

A few years ago I moved out of Minnesota and to my current home in Milwaukee, WI. Even when I was living in MN I always had a soft spot for the Brewers with their clever MB mitt logo and their scrappy, small market mentality, so it was no surprise to me after living in Milwaukee for a few short weeks and watching the Brewers play on a nearly nightly basis that I began to cheer for the Crew. I am still a Twins fan first and foremost, but the Brewers have become my adopted home team and second favorite to watch. The Brewers had been an American League team until 1998 when they were moved to the National League in a division realignment. Although I had watched some National League games up to this point, I had never really been fully immersed in watching this style of baseball on a daily baseball.

My preference for National League baseball was something that took some time to develop. It was baseball and I enjoy watching any kind of baseball, but I slowly began to feel like the National League style was the way the game was meant to be played. It was difficult for me to identify exactly why my preferences had shifted at first. However, eventually I discovered the reason that I now preferred hitting pitchers and the lack of a DH. The reason basically boils down to the fact that the National League style of play is more cerebral. You take all of the chess moves that are seen in American League baseball and multiply the intensity of those decisions and how often those decisions have to be made by about ten fold. That makes for a much more interesting game.

To be continued...

Stay tuned for part two of America's Past Time where I'll provide some concrete examples of why I prefer the National League style of play.

Small town bored cop

I had an interesting run-in with the authorities at the end of a long road trip yesterday. I had already driven approximately 500 miles when I reached a small town. It was one of those real annoying small towns whose only claim to fame is that you still have to slow down to 30 mph from highway speeds while passing through. The town has little or nothing else to offer. I was familiar with this particular town and knew that it always had a strong police presence so I took it slow through town and drove by a police officer as I was exiting the town. I was not doing anything wrong so I was quite surprised when I saw lights in my rear view mirror just a few miles down the road. Naturally I pulled over and put the car in park. I waited for the officer to approach my car and I proceeded to open my window. I got the classic "Do you know why I pulled you over today?" line and I replied that I had no idea. He said, "I pulled you over because I noticed you were wearing headphones." My response was that I was indeed wearing headphones. I inquired whether or not it was against any law to do so and I was informed that it was quite illegal to wear headphone while driving. Apparently this is not a new law either. Of course me being the person that I am, I had to get clarification. I asked the officer why it was illegal to wear headphones but a radio is acceptable. He replied that headphones are closer to your ear. So I asked if the distance from the speaker to the ear was the determining factor for what was allowed and what wasn't. At this point the officer was no longer amused. He just told me that he didn't make the laws he just enforced them. In the end he didn't write me a ticket, he just gave me a warning.

This has to be one of the dumbest laws in existence. You don't even need to hear to drive in the first place. Deaf people are allowed to drive. Why can't I wear headphones? If I wanted to I could turn up my radio much beyond the volume that I listen to music with headphones. I hear people driving around all over the place with giant sound systems that rattle the windows of houses as the cars drive down the street. How is it that that type of activity is perfectly legal, but I can't listen to my music through headphones. I'll award a shiny nickel if anyone can give me a reasonable explanation to this issue.

Brain Art?

I'm thinking about printing this or something like this up for some decoration in my hovel. It will be the only thing even that remotely bright in color, but it is brains and how awesome is that?

In other news I have another story from softball. So, last week I got to our game early as usual because I like to throw, hit and get loose before we start playing. When I first got to the field I was greeted by a dear friend who was written about in a previous post. We'll call him Porn Fiend or PF for short. At first PF and I were carelessly shooting the breeze. We talked about the weather and how the local baseball team was doing. At some point PF asked me if I would give him an honest answer if he asked me a question. I said sure. I don't have anything to hide. His question was, "What happens when you die?" I quickly tried to come up with a vague yet honest reply and what I came up with was "I don't know." How could I know? I thought I was in the clear until he jumped on me about taking Jesus, God and all related deities as my personal savior. We argued semantic for a bit about how knowing and believing are different things and eventually some other people showed up. When they did I uttered a "Thank science" under my breath. The injection of new blood resulted in playing some catch and I was thrilled to be done with that conversation.

We got destroyed in our games, but my story picks up again after we were done playing. As I have said before they players hold a prayer circle after the games. I am fine with this. I stand respectfully while the praying is happening. However, last week PF volunteered to close the prayer. The prayer opener asked for healing of sick people and the usual and it came time for PF to speak. The first words out his mouth were as follows, "Dear God, tonight we played softball with a man that has not been saved. His name is Doug." Wow, how awesome is that? PF continued to babble on about all things God for several minutes as he typically does. Specifically he asked that God show himself to Doug and that Doug opens his heart to God and all things wonderful and happy. You can about imagine some of the looks I got as the prayer circle was breaking up. I think half of the people half expected me to pull a goat out of my back pocket and have a black mass sacrifice between first and second base. The moral of the story is two-fold. If someone asks you if you'll answer a question honestly, just say yes and give them the answer they want to hear. Secondly, don't babble other people's personal belief system to others. If they want other people to know they will tell them. We'll see if I get benched next week...

Dave Coulier was not behind the counter

Found this awesome liquor store in San Francisco. I thought I'd see Joey Gladstone working for sure, but alas I had no such luck.

I've got some sinnin' to do!

I had an interesting experience a few weeks ago following a church softball game. I play on said softball team. I am not a member of the church and I do not go to the church. I just play on their softball team. Well, every week after we finish playing, both teams gather together for a prayer session.

Normally I just stand toward the back respectfully silent. The usual prayer session starts by asking for prayer requests. These requests most often come from people with sick family members and things like that, completely understandable requests. A few weeks ago when the call for requests was made nobody was speaking up. Eventually, a guy started to speak. It was his first week playing for us. Apparently he had just joined the church recently. Anyway, he requested that we pray for his sin of lust. Now because no one had really spoken up about requests I thought this new guy might be just trying to lighten the mood. So what do I do? I start clapping my hands and saying things like, "who doesn't need help with sins of lust." That was followed by a hearty laugh from me. I thought it was pretty funny, but I noticed a lack of laughter from the rest of the group. This caused me to look around the group where I noticed that many people were simply staring at me with a blank look on their face. No big deal I thought, it was funny to me but I guess lust jokes don't go over well with the church crowd. Finally, the new guy spoke up again and clarified by saying that he was serious and that he had an addiction to pornography and masturbation. This only made things more awkward. For the duration of the prayers I just kept my head down and left quickly upon the completion of the prayers.

Personally, I'm not sure that guy has a problem unless he's masturbating so much that he can't hold down a job. At any rate this was an excellent example of me sticking my foot in my mouth. I will maintain that my joke was funny and that it is off-putting for the new guy to reveal that much personal information to people that he hardly knew.

Questions, comments, complaints?

Quote of the post: "Mother is the word for God on the lips and hearts of children."

Scheel/Schultz

Like Frost/Nixon, get it?

I had a very intense and entertaining conversation with a friend tonight. We'll call "Adam" for the sake of anonymity. Here is my best recreation of the dramatic events that unfolded. Most of this conversation was half-serious so take it with a grain of salt. I don't want any hate mail.

The original context is that we were talking about plans for the end of the summer.

"Adam S." - ...Well I have to be back in town by *redacted*

DS - Why?

"AS" - Because there is a wedding I have to go to. The reception is a few block from my apartment so I am pretty excited.

DS - I can see wanting to be back for the reception, but are you really going to go to the wedding?

"AS" - Yeah

DS - I have a proposition. We hang out at your apartment during the wedding. Then we get all dressed up like we went to the wedding and just show up at the reception. Just like that episode of Scrubs when Jordan convinces Dr. Cox to do the same thing. You just say you were at the wedding and talk about how beautiful it was. The plan is foolproof.

"AS" - People will notice I'm not at the wedding. I am going to the wedding.

DS - Let me reframe the issue: Do you want to go to the wedding? I just want to understand your motivation.

"AS" - I have never wanted to go to any wedding.

DS - Then why are you going? Out of some social obligation for you to do something you don't want to do? The reason I always liked you was because you were never afraid to do what you wanted to do regardless of a sense of social obligation.

"AS" - Why don't you just hang out at my apartment during the wedding and come to the reception?

DS - Because I know exactly what you will do. I bet before you're even two drinks into the evening you'll throw me under the bus for not going to the wedding in front of a bunch of our friends by using an elaborate ruse. You'll say something about how great it was when that lady sang that song and I'll agree without knowing that there was no lady that sang a song. You'll be making yourself look good and making me look like an ass at the same time and I am pretty sure you won't pass up that oportunity. If you to go to the wedding I almost have to go, if only to protect myself from humiliation later in the evening.

"AS" - So you'd be willing to do something you didn't want to do because you felt you had because of a social obligation?

DS - Alright, you win this round. I just wanted to understand your motivation and I now I do.

"AS" - Finally, after a 35 minute conversation.

DS - I'm a big enough man to admit when I've been beat in an argument. I will reluctantly attend the wedding ceremony.

"AS" Are you invited?

DS - No, but that doesn't really bother me.

Adventure, excitement, a Jedi craves not these things

I got such a positive reaction to my last post that I am going to post again this week. I won't be bitching this time, so I won't have to deal with the bullshit backlash from people that really have no reason to be reading this in the first place.

So, I watched most of the original Star Wars trilogy last weekend. Without paraphrasing Clerks too much I have to say that A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back are definitely the strong points of the trilogy. I like that the rebels are victorious in Return of the Jedi, but were the Ewoks really necessary? I mean the Empire has all of this bad ass technology and the Ewoks totally kick their asses with dumbass sticks and ropes. Why couldn't the rebels have done it without the help of those furry little bastards?

Quote of the day: Don't start something you can't finish. I have a good memory and I am fucking relentless. -Doug Schultz

Things that confuse and infuriate me

This post is going to be bitching and complaining. You know what gets my goat? When I have to rely on someone else to do a pretty insignificant and menial task in a completely reasonable period of time. You know why that gets my goat? Because 9 times out of 10 the task doesn't get finished. The second most annoying thing about a situation like this is when you inquire about the status of the task to the responsible party. This party is usually nearly unreachable by any form of communication. If by some chance they actually do return a phone call/email or if a miracle happens and they do their part and answer their phone/email, they always have one more excuse than what you can debunk. I am not a moron. I know that there isn't a good reason why you couldn't hold up you part of the bargain. In fact it doesn't even surprise me anymore, I'd be more surprised if you had pulled you head out of your ass and had done what you had agreed to do.

It would be like if the Phoenix Foundation had sent MacGyver to a dangerous Central American country to try to release some political prisoners and Pete Thorton forgot to submit the correct paperwork to actually get the getaway plane to the make shift runway on time. In that situation, MacGyver would be standing on an empty runway with all the freed hostages while a small battalion of soldiers were getting in rifle range. Can you think of all the crazy plans he'd have to come up with to squeeze out of that situation? That is actually a decent episode idea (discretely add to my MacGyver fan fiction idea folder). I actually strayed from my original point but you get the idea.

Here is another example. Remember at the end of Back to the Future when Doc Brown was setting up all of the wires that would run from the Hill Valley clock tower to the wire that the Delorean would catch to provide the flux capacitor with the necessary 1.21 gigawatts of electricity to send Marty back to 1985? Well a police officer sees what he is up to and asks about all the equipment. He nearly lifted up the tarp that was covering the Delorean. Doc explains that he is conducting a weather experiment and produces the proper permit. The cop goes about his merry way and everything turns out the way you remember. Think of what might have happened if Doc Brown had failed to do the paperwork to acquire the permit. Marty would have been stuck in 1955 until Doc could come up with another solution. You get the point. I'm annoyed because it is apparently a task of collosal proportions for someone to do what they agreed to do and submit some paperwork.

Quote of the day: "Don't touch that please, your primitive intellect wouldn't understand alloys and compositions and things with... molecular structures."

Re-energized

Alright, I am really going to do a better job of updating this. Here is the latest news from your personal savior.

I started painting again. I finished a night scene of a cemetery titled "No Flowers." Sorry the picture kind of sucks. In all fairness I was holding my computer up and using the web cam to take it. I really need a digital camera.


Currently, I am working on something new that will hopefully turn out pretty bad ass. It is going to be a scarecrow tied to a cross with a fire red sunset in the background.

In other news, I saw Observe and Report last weekend. It wasn't exactly what I expected it to be. It was quite a bit darker than I would have thought from seeing the trailers. I think it addressed an interesting question. Will you cheer on the violent hero even if he/she is completely flawed and potentially more dangerous than any of the enemies? You really want to pull for Seth Rogan's character, but if you actually sit back and think about it he is a very unstable and dangerous individual. In some sense it reminded me of the movie Funny Games which tackled a similar question.

I'm unveiling a new feature and it is going to be the quote of post (lets be realistic, I won't update this everyday). The quote of the day will probably reflect what kind of mood I am in on that particular day or at that particular time. If anyone either reads this or can deduce where the quote is from they will win a very insignificant prize.

"It would be nice if things could turn out right, turn out right yeah. Don't think I'll ever see the day."