the boys, Charlie and Jared, were playing on the trampoline surrounded by netting, and invited me to wrestle. The neighbors came over with their two dogs -- one of which was a very playful German Shepherd who wanted play time. She kept jumping up with her paws on the outside, finally, she came into the netting and onto the trampoline. Hey, that's where the other puppies were, right?!
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Iron Chef diabolical
Your surprise ingredient is cow hoof!
He he he, I like the crunchiness of the hoof!
Yes, and I like the fact that you didn't change its shape and left it sound.
I like the cow hoof, but the mango slices, really rather deter from the cloven taste of these wonderful hooves.
Your surprise ingredient is horse dung!
I've had horse dung before, but never so flavorful!
Wow! I've never thought of using horse dung with ice cream! This is really good!
How did you get the horse dung to be so ... crunchy? I mean, we saw it just fall onto the floor at the start of the show!
Hmm, hmmm, ha, humm ... it's all in the freshness.
Thank you!
Posted by Marcus at 4:30 PM 1 comments
Bad Wedding DJ
Hey, do you have "Bump and Grind"? Yeah, I'll get that right on for you.
And here's a request for, "You're Pretty Cute When I'm Drunk", chosen especially for the bride and groom.
I'll leave you with, "Me So Horny" followed by, "Behemoth's, 'Age of Therion' from their Satanica CD'" while I take a break. I see here a request for "Follow Me" by Uncle Kracker we'll fit in before the end of the night.
1. R. Kelly
2. Bloodhound Gang
3. 2 Live Crew
4. Behemoth
5. Uncle Kracker
Yikes! Oh, wait ... that's my music selection, well, kinda. I don't listen to Uncle Kracker who supports intermarriage affairs, haven't heard the Bloodhound Gang song yet and the women-degrading 2 Live Crew and Behemoth metal groups are ... not, um ... wedding music.
Posted by Marcus at 12:17 PM 0 comments
dream
I was with my father driving down the road, when we came to a bridge. Not one part of the road nor the bridge were familiar to me and I was driving.
The road, as I then looked, was 6 or 8 lanes wide. The bridge lifted up and the warning lights were flashing and the blaring of the audible signals was loud. We were up about one-quarter of the way over the bridge before the signals went. The signaling started similtaneously with the lifting of the bridge -- therefore, a river lied below. It was strange then, and stranger now as to why the signals were late and that it was a 6-8 lane bridge (implausable for lifting). We started sliding backward, twisting as the bridge lifted our car and the semi-trucks behind us, before we crashed into them, the bridge broke, and it quickly fell forward, showing my father and I the shallow river below.
Again ... it was 70 to the brown river -- which obviously wasn't very deep. We were going to die. I looked over to my father (a roller coaster torso bar (horseshoe shape) was over each of us -- odd again, and we quietly said, "I love you" as a passing gesture before dying.
Splash! We were pulled down under the water (greater than 100' -- unreal for brown water, and the whole bridge structure fell on top. There was no boat or ship passing under the bridge, no reason for it to have lifted.
In this same dream, I walk around later and people are shocked to see me days after the accident. I found out that they never pulled out the bodies, so I was dead. My father, unlike me, aparently stayed dead. I was whole, not zombie-like by gave people an odd sense as my body was buried deep in water, under metal. I wasn't a ghost. After walking to my father's grave and tried to live/exist as I could. Why did I have the same body and why am I alive where I should be physically gone?
Before waking I remember helping a few people ... but sad, suicidal, in that I sought destruction by saving someone else. I wished to be shot, shielding someone from a bullet, anything to not existence in my should-not-be-alive state of being.
Posted by Marcus at 9:35 AM 1 comments
biting details, derail
derailing your train of thoughts ... Sawyer, despite having background shows about him, I believe is working with the others. I suppose this for the reasons of: guns are dangerous and tend to slaughter and kill people -- bad for the supposedy random stranded people on the island, so keeping them hidden means fewer need-to-be-there people die and other persons don't get hurt.
I watched the latest episode (my last one I will watch, as I'm bored of the show), waiting for Roark to show, saying, "Welcome to scary fantasy island".
"Da plane, da plane ... it crashed, it crashed!"
Posted by Marcus at 9:29 AM 0 comments
2 types of reading (there are more)
1. reading for cursory understanding -- or recreational reading with little real time for full comprehension; yeilding fluency of 70%
2. reading for content -- recreation or education, reading everything for memory, knowing that parts in section C, page 96 will have relevance and importance (another part of a whole) for part A page 201. A series is especially true for this, in that a character or characters are generally kinetic and a fullness and richness is found through parts and pieces here and there throughout the book and series.
Using television as a reference, as most people do watch it on occasion. Law & Order (the original series) had each episode start and finish. After season one, they found that they would have more seasons, so they started building the characters, but actually finished each episode. The build up and development of each character didn't take the whole forefront of the show. After 6 seasons and many different police partners, Jerry Orbach's character, Lenny, had a jaded past of alcoholism spanning 5 or so years of his police work, several failed marriages and a daughter who got into drugs and was killed being a witness against her dealer. Lenny, it was supposed, hired a killer to kill him, but the dealer died in jail, so that was only a tease that his hate was that thick. His alcoholism lead to a night falling off the wagon, unable to drive, an assistant D. A. , Jill Hennesey, Claire drove him home and was stuck and killed by a drunk driver.
Jack McCoy, you find out, who was her lover, for a while -- bad idea of mixing work and love (demonstrated many times over the seasons), tried to vindicate her death by harshly punishing the drunk driver, then found that his attack would have amounted to personal vengence, at benefit of another person with a personal agenda.
I know that all sounds neat. It is. It also covered 30 some episodes to get that. Unlike Lost where, you have 40 some episodes saying little about what they are doing, but you know all about characters on the island including two who were killed off. Since the writers like to play off the idea of all the characters being linked (Kevin Bacon game) to each other, it will be difficult to see how they will connect the two dead "semi-main" characters to others without bringing them back -- at a wrongful pay for their lack of foresight.
Posted by Marcus at 9:06 AM 1 comments
War of the Worlds
by H. G. Wells. Taking into consideration when it was written, published in 1898, it was very novel (ha ha) innovative for sure. When making a movie of it, some updating was definately required, as automobiles weren't mentioned and horses were common. An interesting difference between book to film was (both 60s and 00s versions, and the borrowed ideas for Indepdendance Day) was that the aliens were seen before the machines. The concepts of miscommunication was the belief for their heat-ray attack on persons near the crash site.
The heat ray from the book was from a mirror on a tentacle than rotated around. The ray itself was invisible (would have saved much cost on production if they kept that) incinerating everything it touched with a range of maybe 100-200 yards. The 2005 War of the Worlds kept it truer with walking machines, but botched it a bit from Welles' description of storms surrounding the machines.
I guess I'll stick with books and watch even fewer movies.
Posted by Marcus at 8:58 AM 0 comments
watching lost
is like watching bulbs develop into flowers, or buds turned into leaves:
slow, methodical (or so it seems), gradual grwoth into something new, to its conclusion of something predictable. While stopping and watching minutes at a time, getting the highlights of the growth (slow motion camera shooting picures twice daily) is still slow, but better than sitting for months -- wating.
I've watched the show pretty much to the point where, you see the buds on the branches very well. They are prominant, but the insects are yet there to exploit these, as they tend to do. The full richness of spring isn't quite filling my nose and lungs, so I think I have a while to wait yet.
After the splendor, you have the waste of the bounty lying everywhere for you to pick up -- that, being your time spent waiting for something.
I'm done watching it. It's boring like Space 2001, with background things being interesting, but the whole movie start to finish being much, much, much too long and not worth the time spent seeing it.
Posted by Marcus at 8:49 AM 1 comments