So once I started watching Superbad I noticed that it was from a Sony studio, which would explain why it's on Blu Ray.
Even so, with my HD DVD player upsampling it, the regular DVD still looked really good, and because it's anamorphic widescreen, I was able to watch it without letterboxing.
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Tuesday, December 04, 2007
The Garbage Can Of Mystery
Yesterday afternoon my potential boss at the job I want called to let me know that the position has received four of the five approvals that it needs, and that the proposal is now sitting on the desk of an Executive VP for him to sign off on it, at which point I will finally receive an offer.
Later, the recruiter for the job I don’t want called to say that he was trying to get me scheduled to sign the paperwork in their VA office.
(Originally I was supposed to go to their MD office this morning.)
He said that doing so might delay the signing until Wednesday, so I just told him that Wednesday would work better anyway, thereby giving the EVP at the job I want another day to get around to approving the position.
Hopefully I get a call today.
I went out into the world briefly today to pick up the Superbad DVD at Target. The special “Target Edition” that I got came with stickers and a little book with scenes from the movie.
And that’s pretty much been all of the excitement of late.
It’s been extremely wintry here, with really brutal winds yesterday and today.
(Said winds briefly deposited someone’s garbage can in my yard yesterday. Not sure if the owner came around to claim it or if the wind just carried it somewhere else.)
Later, the recruiter for the job I don’t want called to say that he was trying to get me scheduled to sign the paperwork in their VA office.
(Originally I was supposed to go to their MD office this morning.)
He said that doing so might delay the signing until Wednesday, so I just told him that Wednesday would work better anyway, thereby giving the EVP at the job I want another day to get around to approving the position.
Hopefully I get a call today.
I went out into the world briefly today to pick up the Superbad DVD at Target. The special “Target Edition” that I got came with stickers and a little book with scenes from the movie.
And that’s pretty much been all of the excitement of late.
It’s been extremely wintry here, with really brutal winds yesterday and today.
(Said winds briefly deposited someone’s garbage can in my yard yesterday. Not sure if the owner came around to claim it or if the wind just carried it somewhere else.)
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Hey Look! A Threshold Post!
No, don't get your hopes up - my cable Internet connection is still out (this day 18).
I called in yet again today, doing the whole "irate customer at the limit of his patience" thing and, while getting another line of BS, learned that I've been getting nothing but lines of BS every time I've called.
I was informed that, contrary to what I was told before, there is no widespread outage, and, because there's no outage, no one is actually working on fixing it.
*Sigh*
So, once again tommorow, two weeks since the last time, I have the 10 hour window during which a technician will supposedly be arriving.
This time I can't actually sit and wait for the tech to not arrive - I have a training thing for work in the afternoon - so I, reluctantly, signed a key release at the leasing office to let the tech come in. Given that I'm sure he won't actually be coming here, I doubt that it's really an issue, but I don't like the idea of a stranger coming into my home when I'm not here.
The person I talked to claimed that she's put a note in the ticket that the tech is "not to leave until the problem is fixed." I'm sure that will work wonders.
In any case, that's how things stand here.
Sunday night I went to see Superbad with Brian and Kathleen and some of their friends at that new theater where Scott and I saw Stardust.
Holy. Freaking. God.
Funniest damn movie I've seen in a long time.
The only downside? I've never felt more like a pedophile in my life, thanks not only to the hot young girls in the movie, but some of the preternaturally developed hot young girls at the movie (damn farmers injecting everything with growth hormones, which find their way into the systems of developing young people).
For the record, all of the girls in the movie, despite how young they looked (Imagine, a movie about teens that starred people who actually look like teens.), are over 18. In fact, the one who looked the youngest is actually 23.
So that makes it slightly better, though still somewhat unsettling.
As the movie was starting, Kathleen asked me if I've ever written or thought about writing a screenplay, as she could see me writing something similar to Superbad.
I told her that I've never tried writing one, but that I have considered it.
Of course, that's only lately, and what's been kicking around in my head is not a teen sex comedy, but rather a biopic.
It's not something I'm likely to do - beyond my usual laziness and lack of motivation is the fact that this particular project would require a lot of researche and travel and and interviewing people, as the most readily-accessible information isn't sufficient to tell the whole story.
Even so, I'm not going to say who would be the subject of the movie, because if I'm not going to do it I don't want anyone else doing it either.
And no, it's not Jack T. Chick.
Anyway, I think that'll do it for this dial-update.
I called in yet again today, doing the whole "irate customer at the limit of his patience" thing and, while getting another line of BS, learned that I've been getting nothing but lines of BS every time I've called.
I was informed that, contrary to what I was told before, there is no widespread outage, and, because there's no outage, no one is actually working on fixing it.
*Sigh*
So, once again tommorow, two weeks since the last time, I have the 10 hour window during which a technician will supposedly be arriving.
This time I can't actually sit and wait for the tech to not arrive - I have a training thing for work in the afternoon - so I, reluctantly, signed a key release at the leasing office to let the tech come in. Given that I'm sure he won't actually be coming here, I doubt that it's really an issue, but I don't like the idea of a stranger coming into my home when I'm not here.
The person I talked to claimed that she's put a note in the ticket that the tech is "not to leave until the problem is fixed." I'm sure that will work wonders.
In any case, that's how things stand here.
Sunday night I went to see Superbad with Brian and Kathleen and some of their friends at that new theater where Scott and I saw Stardust.
Holy. Freaking. God.
Funniest damn movie I've seen in a long time.
The only downside? I've never felt more like a pedophile in my life, thanks not only to the hot young girls in the movie, but some of the preternaturally developed hot young girls at the movie (damn farmers injecting everything with growth hormones, which find their way into the systems of developing young people).
For the record, all of the girls in the movie, despite how young they looked (Imagine, a movie about teens that starred people who actually look like teens.), are over 18. In fact, the one who looked the youngest is actually 23.
So that makes it slightly better, though still somewhat unsettling.
As the movie was starting, Kathleen asked me if I've ever written or thought about writing a screenplay, as she could see me writing something similar to Superbad.
I told her that I've never tried writing one, but that I have considered it.
Of course, that's only lately, and what's been kicking around in my head is not a teen sex comedy, but rather a biopic.
It's not something I'm likely to do - beyond my usual laziness and lack of motivation is the fact that this particular project would require a lot of researche and travel and and interviewing people, as the most readily-accessible information isn't sufficient to tell the whole story.
Even so, I'm not going to say who would be the subject of the movie, because if I'm not going to do it I don't want anyone else doing it either.
And no, it's not Jack T. Chick.
Anyway, I think that'll do it for this dial-update.
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