Don't talk politics. This is especially true when around family and friends. Sadly, this well known tabboo was broken today. I found other things to do to not say anything about these hot topics.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Lost turn for the worse
Sheeba brought you here.
No. You see, we fell from the sky.
It was Sheeba who made you fall from the sky.
You will bring back to us Sibalinga.
later
They took their children. They stole them in the night while they were
putting out a fire.
Posted by Marcus at 11:03 AM 0 comments
observations and incantations on "Lost"
Writers and producers are:
J.J. Abrams, Damon Lindelof, Jeffrey Lieber
J.J. Abrams .... executive producer
Jack Bender .... co-executive producer
Jack Bender .... executive producer (2005-)
Bryan Burk .... executive producer
Sarah Caplan .... producer
Carlton Cuse .... executive producer
Leonard Dick .... supervising producer
David Fury .... co-executive producer (2004-2005)
Ra'uf Glasgow .... co-producer
Javier Grillo-Marxuach .... supervising producer
Jean Higgins .... producer
Adam Horowitz .... producer (partial season)
Adam Horowitz .... supervising producer (2005-)
Jennifer Johnson .... co-producer (2004-2005)
Edward Kitsis .... producer (partial season)
Edward Kitsis .... supervising producer (2005-)
Damon Lindelof .... executive producer
Lynne E. Litt .... consulting producer
Steven Maeda .... supervising producer (2005-)
Craig Wright .... supervising producer (2005-)
...
I had mis-stated myself about the show having a mess-load of writers. It instead has a messload of producers.
Darren Aronofsky as the director
It seems that 44 or 48 was chosen due to the production staff. Perhaps each one having a characature character on the show.
Still, with so many directions ... I think the show is either going in many directions or no where.
Posted by Marcus at 10:52 AM 1 comments
bringing the dead back to life
The boys and I played Jedis last night. When a Jedi had fallen during battle, he had to be brought back. How, one might ask:
0 - raspberry (blowing fart noise) onto a soft part -- belly usually.
0 - tickling
What a great world it would be if battles were of tickles, raspberries and hugs.
Later, they were tossing rubber animals into the air ... frog and lizard. When one would land belly up, it would be dead. Jared would revive it with kisses on its belly.
Charlie, patterning after me, would have the critters be sneaky and go into my shirt. Often, I would tell him a toy was sneaky and push it into his pants pocket, shrit pocket, shirt or pant leg or even a jacket pocket if he had a jacket.
His cackling really got me. It was very funny indeed!
Posted by Marcus at 10:28 AM 2 comments
elements of a good pizza
Sadly, many companies and establishments forget this.
Dough: does it rise, does it taste good alone? If it doesn't taste good alone -- it shouldn't be used.
Sauce: the right amount is tough, but taste is critical. If it's tomato sauce and no spice or flair ... don't use it. Sauce is very critical because you primarily taste it and the cheese.
Toppings: fresh, realistically cut pieces. I'm not going to be too harsh on Pizza Hut, but the salad and toppings prep worker may not eat these toppings, therefore have an understanding that a fist-sized tomato should really be sliced or diced, not quartered.
Cheese: mix cheese together to make a nice, tasty mix -- mozzerella, romano, parmesean.
Together, these elements make a great pizza that you'll order again.
Last night, a non-franchise pizza: great dough, nice sauce (limited, as it was a little lightly spread), good toppings and layered cheese. It was a good pizza.
East of Chicago: while okay, their veggie (a type that we limited/non-meat eating tend to order) has far too many olives ... many, many, many olives.
Posted by Marcus at 10:20 AM 0 comments
Pray for Sid
I love this little girl. I hope that things change and that she gets better -- now!
She has an intestinal mass and likely liver cancer. Pray that these are diagnostic errors.
She's also known as: "Siddy Soo Su"
Posted by Marcus at 10:07 AM 0 comments
Day at the races
Do you want to see what underwear I'm wearing?
It was a great phrase, but it's the circumstances/situation that needed work. The boys, Charlie and Jared, were getting ready to walk with Sid. Charlie just finished with the bathroom, but had trouble pulling up his pants and underwear. Later, he'll figure out to do one at a time. Anyway, I remarked that he had spiderman undies. Jared, looking for attention, asked, "do you want to see what underwear I'm wearing?" If only it had been in ... um, different circumstances and people. I could imagine a great dream of women with me and one asking me to look at her undies.
Is it okay if I walk my pet stick?
Jared found a large forked branch during out walk. He continued to walk the branch ahead of him making animal noises for it. He said, "quiet" to it to hush it. He continued to walk his pet for the remainder of the walk.
The first half of the walk with underscored with snowball after snowball thrown by the boys, many hitting my back, some my head. Jared won with the most frequent number of snowballs. Charlie won with the largest snowballs. Often he would include leaves in the mess.
Now it's just you and me.
Charlie happily said to me. He still isn't quite into sharing, but he's getting better. Having me all to himself was great! We played hide and seek with lightsabers, he always hid "well" from me. With all the rough housing, he fell asleep early.
Posted by Marcus at 6:51 AM 0 comments