The Great Batman Equipment Archive
This is a perfect example of why I'll never be quite the nerd that I could be. Sure, I have nerdish interests and inclinations, but I just don't have enough nerdly ambition to be anything other than a mediocre nerd, destined never to attain the dizzying, nosebleed and asthma attack-inducing heights of true nerdom.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Friday, December 08, 2006
That Was Weak
So I went to the holiday party for my condo development.
It was pretty weak.
It started at 6:30, so I figured I’d give it a good 45 minutes or so before heading down there.
Once I got there I was afraid that I was going to find that the only people there were the people who showed up for the meeting to plan it.
I was mistaken; I was the only person from the meeting who was there.
There were only a handful of people there and I didn’t recognize any of them. Most of them were couples/families, with the exception of one unattached woman whom I’d guess to be in her fifties wearing a holiday-themed sweater who quite literally launched herself at an unattached bald man in his fifties, interrupting the conversation he was having with a young couple.
Later, a youngish (married) woman came in and the bald man, again, quite literally, launched himself toward her and away from the woman in the holiday sweater.
Given that I’d gone there primarily to eat and wouldn’t have been inclined to try to strike up a conversation with anyone present even if an opening presented itself, I proceeded to do just that. I don’t really know what to say about the food. It was just sort of…there.
Along with the standard meat, cheese and vegetable trays there was a kind of pasta salad that I can’t really describe even after having two helpings – which should in no way indicate that it was good – and a little make your own taco bar that had topping choices that were a bit unconventional (like mushrooms).
I suppose that I could have stuck around after eating to see if anyone interesting and unattached showed up, but what was I supposed to do in the meantime? I’d snagged one of the few available seats and was feeling guilty about forcing others to stand, but at the same time I didn’t want to have to stand around lurking.
So I left.
Kathleen, who just yesterday was pestering me about how I “need” to socialize more will probably be less than pleased with tonight’s performance, but oh well. I mean, honestly, what more could she expect?
I mean, this is the reason that I don’t go out and socialize because it’s always exactly the same. Anywhere I go I find that all of the associations have already been made, the cliques have formed, and there’s no way for me to insert myself even if I wanted to.
Which is the other problem: I don’t want to.
I just don’t see the point of striking up a conversation with random people who aren’t hot single chicks. Oh sure, there’s the theory that expanding my social network will help expand my options, but I don’t buy it. I mean, the friends I have now have been – no offense – utterly useless when it comes to helping me meet “someone.” I don’t foresee anything different happening just because I add a few more names to my list of contacts on my PDA. I’ve never had friends who have provided any assistance in that area (one guy I knew in Tucson did set me up on a blind date, but that went nowhere fast).
And it’s not like I’ve always been this hermit holed up in his cave. There was a time when I had a pretty large circle of friends during which I went out almost every night. Plus I had the advantage of making use of a social lubricant. What did that ever get me other than jail time and over two months in rehab?
So, I guess that my point is “screw socializing.” I don’t enjoy it, I’m not any good at it, and it’s never really done me any good.
End Of An Era Department:
On the continued topic of socializing, though, I picked Kathleen up from work today for lunch. As I was dropping her off back at work afterwards she pointed out that this was most likely the last time we’d ever meet like that for lunch, as her head goes on the layoff chopping block next week.
To all things there is a season…
Prior to picking Kathleen up for lunch I’d been out in the world doing some Christmas shopping. I wasn’t out long before I realized that I could probably get better deals online, and further that I was pretty much Christmas shopping for me.
I very nearly bought a 37” LCD HDTV for myself, though I successfully avoided temptation. And trust me, it was a very strong temptation, especially after discovering last night while innocently paying my bill online that the credit limit on one of my credit cards has been almost doubled.
That’s just such an evil thing for a credit card company to do at this time of year, though hardly surprising considering that credit card companies are evil.
Beyond that, though, I’m kind of rolling in it a little thanks to all of the worked holiday pay from Thanksgiving and the day after.
Still, I’m doing my best to avoid pissing it all away.
We’ll see how long that lasts.
I did end up buying most of the gifts I was going to get after finding a really good 3 for 1 deal that covers, obviously, 3 of the people I was shopping for, though I still need to do some shopping for my family.
When I got up this morning my condo was a balmy 56 degrees thanks to me forgetting to turn the heat on last night because the Duraflame log had kept things surprisingly warm until it burned out completely.
And it really did make things cozy in here, what with the delicate play of shadow and flame on the walls and the wailing, wintry winds that could be heard blowing outside over the crackling of the artificial log made out of petroleum, wax, and wood fiber.
Ah well, it created a convincing illusion despite being artificial.
In any case, I suppose I’ll put an end to this virtual socializing and return to my normal reclusive ways.
It was pretty weak.
It started at 6:30, so I figured I’d give it a good 45 minutes or so before heading down there.
Once I got there I was afraid that I was going to find that the only people there were the people who showed up for the meeting to plan it.
I was mistaken; I was the only person from the meeting who was there.
There were only a handful of people there and I didn’t recognize any of them. Most of them were couples/families, with the exception of one unattached woman whom I’d guess to be in her fifties wearing a holiday-themed sweater who quite literally launched herself at an unattached bald man in his fifties, interrupting the conversation he was having with a young couple.
Later, a youngish (married) woman came in and the bald man, again, quite literally, launched himself toward her and away from the woman in the holiday sweater.
Given that I’d gone there primarily to eat and wouldn’t have been inclined to try to strike up a conversation with anyone present even if an opening presented itself, I proceeded to do just that. I don’t really know what to say about the food. It was just sort of…there.
Along with the standard meat, cheese and vegetable trays there was a kind of pasta salad that I can’t really describe even after having two helpings – which should in no way indicate that it was good – and a little make your own taco bar that had topping choices that were a bit unconventional (like mushrooms).
I suppose that I could have stuck around after eating to see if anyone interesting and unattached showed up, but what was I supposed to do in the meantime? I’d snagged one of the few available seats and was feeling guilty about forcing others to stand, but at the same time I didn’t want to have to stand around lurking.
So I left.
Kathleen, who just yesterday was pestering me about how I “need” to socialize more will probably be less than pleased with tonight’s performance, but oh well. I mean, honestly, what more could she expect?
I mean, this is the reason that I don’t go out and socialize because it’s always exactly the same. Anywhere I go I find that all of the associations have already been made, the cliques have formed, and there’s no way for me to insert myself even if I wanted to.
Which is the other problem: I don’t want to.
I just don’t see the point of striking up a conversation with random people who aren’t hot single chicks. Oh sure, there’s the theory that expanding my social network will help expand my options, but I don’t buy it. I mean, the friends I have now have been – no offense – utterly useless when it comes to helping me meet “someone.” I don’t foresee anything different happening just because I add a few more names to my list of contacts on my PDA. I’ve never had friends who have provided any assistance in that area (one guy I knew in Tucson did set me up on a blind date, but that went nowhere fast).
And it’s not like I’ve always been this hermit holed up in his cave. There was a time when I had a pretty large circle of friends during which I went out almost every night. Plus I had the advantage of making use of a social lubricant. What did that ever get me other than jail time and over two months in rehab?
So, I guess that my point is “screw socializing.” I don’t enjoy it, I’m not any good at it, and it’s never really done me any good.
End Of An Era Department:
On the continued topic of socializing, though, I picked Kathleen up from work today for lunch. As I was dropping her off back at work afterwards she pointed out that this was most likely the last time we’d ever meet like that for lunch, as her head goes on the layoff chopping block next week.
To all things there is a season…
Prior to picking Kathleen up for lunch I’d been out in the world doing some Christmas shopping. I wasn’t out long before I realized that I could probably get better deals online, and further that I was pretty much Christmas shopping for me.
I very nearly bought a 37” LCD HDTV for myself, though I successfully avoided temptation. And trust me, it was a very strong temptation, especially after discovering last night while innocently paying my bill online that the credit limit on one of my credit cards has been almost doubled.
That’s just such an evil thing for a credit card company to do at this time of year, though hardly surprising considering that credit card companies are evil.
Beyond that, though, I’m kind of rolling in it a little thanks to all of the worked holiday pay from Thanksgiving and the day after.
Still, I’m doing my best to avoid pissing it all away.
We’ll see how long that lasts.
I did end up buying most of the gifts I was going to get after finding a really good 3 for 1 deal that covers, obviously, 3 of the people I was shopping for, though I still need to do some shopping for my family.
When I got up this morning my condo was a balmy 56 degrees thanks to me forgetting to turn the heat on last night because the Duraflame log had kept things surprisingly warm until it burned out completely.
And it really did make things cozy in here, what with the delicate play of shadow and flame on the walls and the wailing, wintry winds that could be heard blowing outside over the crackling of the artificial log made out of petroleum, wax, and wood fiber.
Ah well, it created a convincing illusion despite being artificial.
In any case, I suppose I’ll put an end to this virtual socializing and return to my normal reclusive ways.
I'm Sorry, Did You Just Say They're Too BIG?
Condoms "Too Big" For Indian Men
I honestly didn't think there was a man alive anwyere in the world who would admit to something like this.
Back when I was in college they gave condoms away for free at the university medical center.
I remember one day when I went in to replenish my supply and the lady working there gave me an appraising glance, then, rather than giving me the standard generic brand, gave me a supply of a brand called something like "Beyond 7."
Though I was inclined to say, "Thanks for the assumption," I kept my mouth shut.
(The funny thing was that they actually seemed smaller than the generic brand.)
It's funny to think that there was a time in my life when I actually needed to replenish my supply of condoms rather than throwing them away because they've expired.
Yes. Funny.
*Sigh*
I honestly didn't think there was a man alive anwyere in the world who would admit to something like this.
Back when I was in college they gave condoms away for free at the university medical center.
I remember one day when I went in to replenish my supply and the lady working there gave me an appraising glance, then, rather than giving me the standard generic brand, gave me a supply of a brand called something like "Beyond 7."
Though I was inclined to say, "Thanks for the assumption," I kept my mouth shut.
(The funny thing was that they actually seemed smaller than the generic brand.)
It's funny to think that there was a time in my life when I actually needed to replenish my supply of condoms rather than throwing them away because they've expired.
Yes. Funny.
*Sigh*
More Evidence That Astrology Is For Retards
I saw a link to an article that provides a holiday gift-giving guide based on Astrological signs. I think the entry for my sign shows just how useless the Zodiac is for this sort of thing:
Aries (March 21 to April 19)Active Aries is always looking for ways to stay in shape, particularly during the holiday season ... so athletic equipment is usually a good choice. People born under this sign are also fond of the color red, so a cranberry scarf or a scarlet hat could win their favor. If romance is in the air, let Aries know that you put his or her needs first. Buy tickets for two to a sporting event you loathe ... or a CD by an artist you can't stand ... to win big points with your favorite Ram.
Aries (March 21 to April 19)Active Aries is always looking for ways to stay in shape, particularly during the holiday season ... so athletic equipment is usually a good choice. People born under this sign are also fond of the color red, so a cranberry scarf or a scarlet hat could win their favor. If romance is in the air, let Aries know that you put his or her needs first. Buy tickets for two to a sporting event you loathe ... or a CD by an artist you can't stand ... to win big points with your favorite Ram.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Repeat, With Supporting Link
Just to let people out there looking for answers know, I still don't know if Giada De Laurentis is pregnant.
Neither does the person who writes this blog.
Neither does the person who writes this blog.
Brokewrist Molehill
There’s a pretty sizable discrepancy between the channel lineup my half-assed cable company claims to provide and they channel lineup my half-assed cable company actually provides.
The biggest problem is the repeats. Channels 42 and 46, for example, are supposed to be WGN and HSN (or QVC; I forget which) respectively, but both channels are actually WGN.
Similarly, channels 8 and 68 are both Univision.
Now I’m not upset about not having a shopping channel, but I am bothered by the fact that they just can’t get their shit together.
I recently got a letter informing me that the company’s name has changed and that soon they will offer exciting new services. Here’s hoping that accuracy figures into them somewhere along the line.
In any case, the channel that’s supposed to be G4TV, formerly Tech TV, and formerly ZDTV before that, and which I haven’t watched since the Tech TV days, and have not watched regularly since the ZDTV days (even though Morgan Webb is hot), is in reality, randomly, HBO2.
Earlier today when I’d sat down to watch some TV while eating lunch, I noticed that a certain movie that had gotten a lot of acclaim, but which I’d had no particular desire to see, was going to be coming on.
Lacking anything better to do, I decided that I might as well give it a shot and see what all the fuss was about.
The movie in question? Brokeback Mountain.
Now the reason that I’d not previously seen it had nothing to do with homophobia. As most of the homos I know whom I’m not afraid of can attest, I have no problem with homosexuality. It’s not my bag, but I have no moral or religious objections to it, particularly as I believe that it’s not a choice and is an entirely natural phenomenon. The simple fact of the matter is that for the sake of the survival of the species not all of us can be breeders, and nature tends to seek out homeostasis (no, I didn’t mean to say “homostasis”). Hell, I don’t even have any particularly strong aesthetic objections to it and am not shocked and horrified at the sight of two guys getting hot and heavy. My preference would be for that to be two chicks getting hot and heavy, but the point is that I’m not going to get a raging case of the heebie-jeebies from watching Heath Ledger gently take Jake Gylen…Gylenh….Bubble Boy into his arms.
No, the main reason I didn’t see the movie was that it sounded boring as shit, and would sound equally boring if it were about a man and a woman instead of two men.
The movies I tend to seek out are comedies, comic book movies, and fantasy/science fiction movies. A dramatic examination of the forbidden relationship between two men as it progresses over the course of nearly two decades is not likely to have a lot of laughs, CGI effects, or explosions, and as such is not likely to get my butt into a seat in the theater.
All that being said, it was on, it was free, and I had no other plans, so I watched it.
And I was surprised.
Ang Lee did a much better job than he did with Hulk (no split screen attempts at creating a “comic book” feel, for example), though it wouldn’t have killed him to include a little wire-fighting on the treetops.
Seriously, though, I was pretty well impressed by all of the performances, and I liked the way the film focused on the impact their relationship had not only on the two of them but on all of the people around them, and ultimately the “gay” scenes were fairly tame and actually pretty few and far between.
The relationship between Ennis and Jack actually reminded me a little of Keller and Beecher on Oz (for those of you familiar with the former HBO series).
One line that I found entertaining was delivered by the girl who played Velma in the Scooby-Doo movies, who is a lot hotter than any actress who played Velma could reasonably be expected to be, when she said to Ledger’s character, in response to him saying that he “probably wasn’t much fun anyway” as she trying to get some closure on their relationship, “Girls don’t fall in love with fun.”
If that were true, I’d have them lining up outside my door…
In any case, overall I was surprised and impressed, and yes, even moved (It was so sad!) by the movie.
Still wouldn’t have paid to see it in a theater or on DVD, though.
After watching the movie I ventured out into the world to pick up a few things, including one of those Duraflame logs so that I can finally break in my fireplace.
Yep, I’ll have a nice romantic evening in front of a roaring fire curled up on the couch with…oh, right, you need at least two people to make an evening romantic. Never mind then.
Speaking of the fireplace, though, when examining it earlier today and looking for the lever for opening and closing the flue I ended up cracking my head on the mantle and knocking myself on my ass.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder how I’ve managed to survive this long, having all of the grace of a drunk Inspector Clouseau.
On my way back from the store I was looking up at the rather funky-looking sky with its odd cloud formations and strange light and I realized that I’ve probably been doing too many graphics tutorials lately as my first thought upon looking at a patch of sky that was incongruously bright was, “God overid it with the Dodge Tool.”
I’d say my wrist would agree with the notion that I’ve been doing too many tutorials, what with the searing, electric agony that’s been emanating out from it up my arm and all the way to my shoulder and down to my fingertips.
Looks like more than a decade spent in front of a computer, to say nothing of the years spent slinging a mop as a janitor, or working a pricing gun and hand pricing scanner at a grocery store, have taken their toll.
I guess I finally need to get in touch with Brian’s chiropractor, who apparently worked wonders on his carpal tunnel problems a while ago.
I don’t think I’ll be much drawing for a while, as that seems to cause the most pain, though just sitting around not using my hand causes just about as much,.
Typing isn’t exactly a delight either, so I guess that’ll – ow – do it for this entry.
The biggest problem is the repeats. Channels 42 and 46, for example, are supposed to be WGN and HSN (or QVC; I forget which) respectively, but both channels are actually WGN.
Similarly, channels 8 and 68 are both Univision.
Now I’m not upset about not having a shopping channel, but I am bothered by the fact that they just can’t get their shit together.
I recently got a letter informing me that the company’s name has changed and that soon they will offer exciting new services. Here’s hoping that accuracy figures into them somewhere along the line.
In any case, the channel that’s supposed to be G4TV, formerly Tech TV, and formerly ZDTV before that, and which I haven’t watched since the Tech TV days, and have not watched regularly since the ZDTV days (even though Morgan Webb is hot), is in reality, randomly, HBO2.
Earlier today when I’d sat down to watch some TV while eating lunch, I noticed that a certain movie that had gotten a lot of acclaim, but which I’d had no particular desire to see, was going to be coming on.
Lacking anything better to do, I decided that I might as well give it a shot and see what all the fuss was about.
The movie in question? Brokeback Mountain.
Now the reason that I’d not previously seen it had nothing to do with homophobia. As most of the homos I know whom I’m not afraid of can attest, I have no problem with homosexuality. It’s not my bag, but I have no moral or religious objections to it, particularly as I believe that it’s not a choice and is an entirely natural phenomenon. The simple fact of the matter is that for the sake of the survival of the species not all of us can be breeders, and nature tends to seek out homeostasis (no, I didn’t mean to say “homostasis”). Hell, I don’t even have any particularly strong aesthetic objections to it and am not shocked and horrified at the sight of two guys getting hot and heavy. My preference would be for that to be two chicks getting hot and heavy, but the point is that I’m not going to get a raging case of the heebie-jeebies from watching Heath Ledger gently take Jake Gylen…Gylenh….Bubble Boy into his arms.
No, the main reason I didn’t see the movie was that it sounded boring as shit, and would sound equally boring if it were about a man and a woman instead of two men.
The movies I tend to seek out are comedies, comic book movies, and fantasy/science fiction movies. A dramatic examination of the forbidden relationship between two men as it progresses over the course of nearly two decades is not likely to have a lot of laughs, CGI effects, or explosions, and as such is not likely to get my butt into a seat in the theater.
All that being said, it was on, it was free, and I had no other plans, so I watched it.
And I was surprised.
Ang Lee did a much better job than he did with Hulk (no split screen attempts at creating a “comic book” feel, for example), though it wouldn’t have killed him to include a little wire-fighting on the treetops.
Seriously, though, I was pretty well impressed by all of the performances, and I liked the way the film focused on the impact their relationship had not only on the two of them but on all of the people around them, and ultimately the “gay” scenes were fairly tame and actually pretty few and far between.
The relationship between Ennis and Jack actually reminded me a little of Keller and Beecher on Oz (for those of you familiar with the former HBO series).
One line that I found entertaining was delivered by the girl who played Velma in the Scooby-Doo movies, who is a lot hotter than any actress who played Velma could reasonably be expected to be, when she said to Ledger’s character, in response to him saying that he “probably wasn’t much fun anyway” as she trying to get some closure on their relationship, “Girls don’t fall in love with fun.”
If that were true, I’d have them lining up outside my door…
In any case, overall I was surprised and impressed, and yes, even moved (It was so sad!) by the movie.
Still wouldn’t have paid to see it in a theater or on DVD, though.
After watching the movie I ventured out into the world to pick up a few things, including one of those Duraflame logs so that I can finally break in my fireplace.
Yep, I’ll have a nice romantic evening in front of a roaring fire curled up on the couch with…oh, right, you need at least two people to make an evening romantic. Never mind then.
Speaking of the fireplace, though, when examining it earlier today and looking for the lever for opening and closing the flue I ended up cracking my head on the mantle and knocking myself on my ass.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder how I’ve managed to survive this long, having all of the grace of a drunk Inspector Clouseau.
On my way back from the store I was looking up at the rather funky-looking sky with its odd cloud formations and strange light and I realized that I’ve probably been doing too many graphics tutorials lately as my first thought upon looking at a patch of sky that was incongruously bright was, “God overid it with the Dodge Tool.”
I’d say my wrist would agree with the notion that I’ve been doing too many tutorials, what with the searing, electric agony that’s been emanating out from it up my arm and all the way to my shoulder and down to my fingertips.
Looks like more than a decade spent in front of a computer, to say nothing of the years spent slinging a mop as a janitor, or working a pricing gun and hand pricing scanner at a grocery store, have taken their toll.
I guess I finally need to get in touch with Brian’s chiropractor, who apparently worked wonders on his carpal tunnel problems a while ago.
I don’t think I’ll be much drawing for a while, as that seems to cause the most pain, though just sitting around not using my hand causes just about as much,.
Typing isn’t exactly a delight either, so I guess that’ll – ow – do it for this entry.
Pulse-Pounding Peanuts Action In The Mighty Marvel Manner!
Check out these images that combine Peanuts characters with the Marvel Universe:
Peanuts Meets Marvel
Peanuts Meets Marvel
A Brutal Clip
I have to say that I've watched that Dr. Rockso video like seven times today. I think the way he shakes his ass is hypnotic or something.
In any case, it inspired me to check out some other Metalocalypse-related clips out there such as this recreation of the title sequence done entirely with MS Paint:
In any case, it inspired me to check out some other Metalocalypse-related clips out there such as this recreation of the title sequence done entirely with MS Paint:
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Stupid Tutorial Tricks
As you know, I've been messing around with various tutorials for a while.
So far you've mostly only seen the end result of me applying the techniques I learned to other images, but you haven't seen the end result of any of the tutorials.
I thought I'd change that by sharing the end result of a tutorial I followed this morning which showed various easy (and frankly in some cases, I have to admit, amazing) methods for creating a comic book-inspired graphic.
So here you go.
(BTW, the text is mine, and was not what was provided in the tutorial. If you want to see the tutorial, along with several others, go here.)
So far you've mostly only seen the end result of me applying the techniques I learned to other images, but you haven't seen the end result of any of the tutorials.
I thought I'd change that by sharing the end result of a tutorial I followed this morning which showed various easy (and frankly in some cases, I have to admit, amazing) methods for creating a comic book-inspired graphic.
So here you go.
(BTW, the text is mine, and was not what was provided in the tutorial. If you want to see the tutorial, along with several others, go here.)
Rock-n-Roll Clown!
Ever since I mentioned the Dethclown episode of Metalocalypse featuring Dr. Rockso, I've been getting a few hits from people doing a search on the Rock-n-Roll Clown who does cocaine, so I thought I'd share this clip from the episode featuring his music video, Rock-n-Roll Clown.
I dare you to watch it and not find yourself imagining that you're seeing a follow-up video to, say, Yankee Rose, or perhaps Living In Paradise. Dr. Rockso manages to out-Dave old Diamond Dave himself as he freeballs it in that jumpsuit.
Oh, and in the non-music video portions of the clip, Dr. Rockso is sneaking around to gather intel on Dethklok by the orders of The Tribunal while the band watches his video (Despite lead singer Natan Explosion saying "I'd rather die than watch your video, so how about that?")
I dare you to watch it and not find yourself imagining that you're seeing a follow-up video to, say, Yankee Rose, or perhaps Living In Paradise. Dr. Rockso manages to out-Dave old Diamond Dave himself as he freeballs it in that jumpsuit.
Oh, and in the non-music video portions of the clip, Dr. Rockso is sneaking around to gather intel on Dethklok by the orders of The Tribunal while the band watches his video (Despite lead singer Natan Explosion saying "I'd rather die than watch your video, so how about that?")
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
New Non-Fish-Related Picture
Here's another picture born out of me messing around with a tutorial, though this one is a little more conventional than the fish.
It didn't really turn out the way I'd hoped, but then my pictures never do. Originally there was going to be a specific focal point, but I wasn't able to pull it off, so I took another approach.
If this looks familiar in some fashion it's because I used a photo from the same set as I did for this picture.
I just find the perspective interesting and thought that it warranted revisiting, though I didn't necessarily have images from that set in mind when I originally conceived of this idea.
This did actually take some finagling before I could even get started, though, as there was no picture of her in this exact pose. I had to take a hand from another picture and paste it in, then rotate it to suit my needs.
Anyway, this is what I spent much of yesterday and today working on, and here it is for you to enjoy or not according to your whim.
It didn't really turn out the way I'd hoped, but then my pictures never do. Originally there was going to be a specific focal point, but I wasn't able to pull it off, so I took another approach.
If this looks familiar in some fashion it's because I used a photo from the same set as I did for this picture.
I just find the perspective interesting and thought that it warranted revisiting, though I didn't necessarily have images from that set in mind when I originally conceived of this idea.
This did actually take some finagling before I could even get started, though, as there was no picture of her in this exact pose. I had to take a hand from another picture and paste it in, then rotate it to suit my needs.
Anyway, this is what I spent much of yesterday and today working on, and here it is for you to enjoy or not according to your whim.
Apparently No One Ever Told Them About The Special "Hugging" That Mommys And Daddys Do
Found on Dvorak's blog:
The Birds and the Bees
I have difficulty believing this one, because come on, even Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins were able to work out the technical details when they were completely isolated on that island.
What's that you say? No, The Blue Lagoon wasn't just a movie, it was a documentary, and the events occurred in real time.
The Birds and the Bees
I have difficulty believing this one, because come on, even Brooke Shields and Christopher Atkins were able to work out the technical details when they were completely isolated on that island.
What's that you say? No, The Blue Lagoon wasn't just a movie, it was a documentary, and the events occurred in real time.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Taco Shell Apocalypse
Taco Kit Contents: Taco Sauce, Seasoning Mix, 12 Taco shells.
Total umber of intact Taco shells found upon opening the box: 1
It almost seems a shame to eat that shell. I mean, it's the sole survivor of the Taco Shell Apocalypse.
But I will anyway.
Total umber of intact Taco shells found upon opening the box: 1
It almost seems a shame to eat that shell. I mean, it's the sole survivor of the Taco Shell Apocalypse.
But I will anyway.
A State Of Perpetual Humbuggery
There are a lot of reasons why I don’t like people.
One of the big ones is the fact that whenever I go anywhere they always seem to be in my way. I mean, show me a day on which people aren’t in my way and I’ll show you The Rapture.
Then there’s the obsession with celebrities and pseudo-celebrities and all the nonsense that said obsession entails. When the time comes (which it has) that the daily happenings in the life of someone as utterly useless as Paris Hilton becomes news you know that the greater mass of humanity has a problem.
Of course, the biggest reason I’m disdainful of humanity is somewhat paradoxical, in that what I hate most about people is the way they treat other people. “Man’s inhumanity to man” is pretty much my biggest gripe.
In general, the behavior of most people is utterly reprehensible and makes me ashamed for the species.
Am I saying there are no good people in the world? Of course not. I know plenty of good people and there are no doubt countless more that I don’t know.
I’m talking in the most general terms. Taken as a whole, humanity’s behavior is pretty shitty, despite the efforts of individuals to make it otherwise.
I’m reminded of two quotes that pretty well sum things up. One is from the movie Men In Black when Tommy Lee Jones, in response to Will Smith saying that people are smart, says, “A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it.”
Similarly, there was sign that once hung in our break room at work that read, “Meetings: None of us is as dumb as all of us.”
In any case, the point of all of this is that this morning I read an article over at John C. Dvorak’s blog about a 14 year-old boy who was chased down and shot to death by the driver of an SUV because – the driver believed – he’d thrown an egg at the SUV.
(Turns out the kid’s friend threw the egg)
Now, that was a bad enough example of what I have against humanity, but things only got worse once I started reading some of the comments on the article.
(In a remarkable bit of cosmically comic timing, my Nano, playing in the background, just shuffled onto the Nick Cave song People Ain’t No Good.)
In any case, that article and the comments set my mood for the day as I ventured out into the world for my dentist appointment.
The girl with the big boobs wasn’t quite so thrilled to see me this time around, moving the needle back more in the “disgusted by the simple fact of his existence” setting. This visit was over pretty quickly, and at the end of it I learned that I can cover the cost of about four crowns with the money in my Flex account, so I made another appointment for next week.
Not wanting to immediately turn around and head home, I gave Kathleen a call at work to see if she could/wanted to meet for lunch, as it was close to that time and I was in the area. She wasn’t available, so I headed over to the Town Center.
Having finished – and thrown away – that book on “personal accountability” I was bitching about the other day I found myself in need of something new to read, so I went into the bookstore where I picked up a copy of A Scanner Darkly.
I never got a chance to see the movie when it was in theaters, and I had never read the book, so I figured now was as good a time as any.
I haven’t read much by Philip K. Dick apart from the story that the movie Blade Runner was (loosely) based on, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
I’ve also read Deus Irae, which he wrote with Roger Zelazny.
So basically, given how little I’ve read, you could say that I know dick about Dick.
(I wouldn’t recommend saying it, though, as it is pretty groan-worthy.)
While I was there I had lunch in the food court. Spotting the Sbarro made me think of that episode of The Office when Michael Scott goes to New York and tells the camera about this little place he knows that makes the best New York style pizza and it turned out to be a Sbarro, which made me laugh and decide that I’d get a slice from there in gratitude for it providing me with my first real laugh of the day.
After that it was off to the grocery store (where, I just discovered, I bought the kind of Little Debbie brownies with the nuts rather than the ones with the little hard candies, which is what I actually wanted), and then home.
Obviously, as most people who know me can attest, I tend to live in a state of almost constant humbuggery, but I have to say that after hearing Santa Claus is Coming to Town in all three of the establishments I entered today, I’m already sick to death of Christmas music. I think that hitting that point on December 4th is a new record for me.
One of the big ones is the fact that whenever I go anywhere they always seem to be in my way. I mean, show me a day on which people aren’t in my way and I’ll show you The Rapture.
Then there’s the obsession with celebrities and pseudo-celebrities and all the nonsense that said obsession entails. When the time comes (which it has) that the daily happenings in the life of someone as utterly useless as Paris Hilton becomes news you know that the greater mass of humanity has a problem.
Of course, the biggest reason I’m disdainful of humanity is somewhat paradoxical, in that what I hate most about people is the way they treat other people. “Man’s inhumanity to man” is pretty much my biggest gripe.
In general, the behavior of most people is utterly reprehensible and makes me ashamed for the species.
Am I saying there are no good people in the world? Of course not. I know plenty of good people and there are no doubt countless more that I don’t know.
I’m talking in the most general terms. Taken as a whole, humanity’s behavior is pretty shitty, despite the efforts of individuals to make it otherwise.
I’m reminded of two quotes that pretty well sum things up. One is from the movie Men In Black when Tommy Lee Jones, in response to Will Smith saying that people are smart, says, “A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it.”
Similarly, there was sign that once hung in our break room at work that read, “Meetings: None of us is as dumb as all of us.”
In any case, the point of all of this is that this morning I read an article over at John C. Dvorak’s blog about a 14 year-old boy who was chased down and shot to death by the driver of an SUV because – the driver believed – he’d thrown an egg at the SUV.
(Turns out the kid’s friend threw the egg)
Now, that was a bad enough example of what I have against humanity, but things only got worse once I started reading some of the comments on the article.
(In a remarkable bit of cosmically comic timing, my Nano, playing in the background, just shuffled onto the Nick Cave song People Ain’t No Good.)
In any case, that article and the comments set my mood for the day as I ventured out into the world for my dentist appointment.
The girl with the big boobs wasn’t quite so thrilled to see me this time around, moving the needle back more in the “disgusted by the simple fact of his existence” setting. This visit was over pretty quickly, and at the end of it I learned that I can cover the cost of about four crowns with the money in my Flex account, so I made another appointment for next week.
Not wanting to immediately turn around and head home, I gave Kathleen a call at work to see if she could/wanted to meet for lunch, as it was close to that time and I was in the area. She wasn’t available, so I headed over to the Town Center.
Having finished – and thrown away – that book on “personal accountability” I was bitching about the other day I found myself in need of something new to read, so I went into the bookstore where I picked up a copy of A Scanner Darkly.
I never got a chance to see the movie when it was in theaters, and I had never read the book, so I figured now was as good a time as any.
I haven’t read much by Philip K. Dick apart from the story that the movie Blade Runner was (loosely) based on, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
I’ve also read Deus Irae, which he wrote with Roger Zelazny.
So basically, given how little I’ve read, you could say that I know dick about Dick.
(I wouldn’t recommend saying it, though, as it is pretty groan-worthy.)
While I was there I had lunch in the food court. Spotting the Sbarro made me think of that episode of The Office when Michael Scott goes to New York and tells the camera about this little place he knows that makes the best New York style pizza and it turned out to be a Sbarro, which made me laugh and decide that I’d get a slice from there in gratitude for it providing me with my first real laugh of the day.
After that it was off to the grocery store (where, I just discovered, I bought the kind of Little Debbie brownies with the nuts rather than the ones with the little hard candies, which is what I actually wanted), and then home.
Obviously, as most people who know me can attest, I tend to live in a state of almost constant humbuggery, but I have to say that after hearing Santa Claus is Coming to Town in all three of the establishments I entered today, I’m already sick to death of Christmas music. I think that hitting that point on December 4th is a new record for me.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Trust Me, I Don't Get It Either
Okay, look, I was messing around with some tutorials and I did this thing that made me think of like seaweed or something, so I ran with that, and that led to the fish, and that, naturally, led to the fishbowl.
Maybe I've just been spending a little too much time inside on my days off (though I did walk to Subway this afternoon to pick up a sub for dinner)
I know, it's a bit on the odd side, and it's not exactly hot female celebrities, but still, for what it is, I'm kind of pleased with how it turned out.
So there you go.
Maybe I've just been spending a little too much time inside on my days off (though I did walk to Subway this afternoon to pick up a sub for dinner)
I know, it's a bit on the odd side, and it's not exactly hot female celebrities, but still, for what it is, I'm kind of pleased with how it turned out.
So there you go.
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