Sci-fi movie Tuesday night

What was that?
I would like, what I saw to Stargate, Final Fantasy VII, Judge Dredd, and Matrix, mix in I Robot and Blade Runner and you ought to have a cheesy, but watchable movie, but what I saw was the albino-freak gay show of Matrix (met equally with lack-of acting and plot absence) with meaninglessness of Judge Dredd with equal acting, and Stargate's theme of outer space bird-headed humanoids with commonplace aliens and drug use, complete with "You are to impregnate her. Are you willing? I see that I chose the right person".

What was that flying turd? The crap hit the fan there. Sadly, I was on the receiving end of it. I think the title was Immortal, but I'm not sure.

most dangerous drinking game ever

Watching Deep Space 9.  Everytime there's a scene with drinks, all players drink.  Every time a person there drinks .... each player drinks.

 

added dnager ... baseball = drink

double danger ... O'Brien + Bashir = 2 drinks

death ... must continually drink/sip during entire time of founders scenes

....

Next Lost

 

each flashback = drink

each time names Jack, Locke, or other 4 main characters are shoute = drink

each episode that they remain on island = drink -- oh, well, then you'll always be drinking then won't you

...

TNT

 

each commercial break = drink.  This alone will kill you, but

each animated graphic at bottom of screen = drink

then you die

doubts about new truck

I was examining this new truck 2006, Peter Griffin Built.  It didn't seem drivable:

shiftless, uncorking, unmotivated, energy consuming, selfish, overweight, pompous

 

I decided not to buy it.

*BTW:  I don't like the show

ahem (not amen) brother

http://www.eweek.com/article2/0,1895,1974911,00.asp

MS Big Brother article, courtesy of Eweek, nothing shocking. Thanks JF (brother-in-law) for sharing. He's bigger, would that be big brother-in-law?

My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

That's why I think I need to find me a Taggert.

 

Taggert, jot this down.  I want half-wits, dim-wits, gun-slingers ...

 

* Blazing Saddles

I'm used to juggling

ideas and uncertainties --- putting down revolutions, drawing stick figures, 3-D figures, polynomial figures, paragraph essays in chalk on paper, spoken and in pantomime.  Now freed of this for the summer ... my mind wanders, not clueless but directionless

 

I hope that I'll be working on some thought-provoking project soon.

Hair errant

heir apparent?

Here a parent there a parent ...

homophonicalliteratellusion *

 

English transmogrpahy is great ... ask Calvin

 

 

* same-sounding words with beginning sounds, alluding to previous knowledge, or aforementioned statements

 

 

Gad, I'm mad.  blogging timely demise of sanity madness... (Wile E. Coyote voice), I like the sound of that [train whistle -- I'm unware of the danger].

Spiritual sojourn and what makes a rabbit look like a rabbit?

In reality, people feel cold, lost distant from God.  The counter would be a big lug, Abomidable Snowman, as it was depicted by Warner Brothers, "I will pet him and pat him and hold him close .... please I will give him security [sits on Daffy Duck]".  Not only is this smothering, but the hapless, thankfully cartoon duck was crushed, squashed, squeezed, bent out of shape, severely spanked (at force equal to 40 mph car hitting him) then hugged again, never asking questions, seemingly peturbed by implications of stupidity, or that the "toy" pet would converse at all.

 

Perhaps, distant, ever-present is better, safer, unsmothering, soothing knowing that God is there and cares, but doesn't sit on you, blind to your fralities.  What makes God?  Does God have a shape --- certianly not that of John Ratzenberger, but in beyond physical existence -- non-gaseous, but shapeless.  God is, and that's all.  God and Jesus don't need ID and they don't need to speak English or Nepalese.

 

Word spoken, followed...

 

yes, as cryptic as it sounds

Acid redo

not acid reflux.  Pewww!  Forever have I known that my stomach exhausts such foul stench, deisel vehicles are sweeter smelling.  Where's the medicine for that?  My belches smell like stomach acid, rapidly decomposed food I ate and spongiform bacteria -- hence, my madness.

If you

spend more on fireworks, cigarettes, or alcohol than you do on food --- you might be a Bumpis*
If you use fireworks more often than your grill, you might be a Bumpis, if you shoot a shotgun in celebration or defeat equally often, you might be a Bumpis; if you have more children than digits, you might be a Bumpis


I leave near Bumpis famiies. I think I need to move.



* Bumpis family from Christmas Story, with 99 dogs.

Points of lying

You started here, then went to here. I think you're lying to me. How about I get Vin Diesel and Ving Rhames to pull a number 6 on ya!

Now what?!

I am 82% sure/committed on the switching vocations. I wouldn't mind, at some time, being in a position to correct what's ailing it, but I think financially I must move on. There are 401Ks, better than the 403K I have now. There are real salaries, but at the cost of not liking it as well, but I shall take it.

Photography will always be a hobby, as it is too competetive to be financially gainful for me. I will simply drop this for something else and remember all that I have experienced and learned.

I think I'll try marketing.

Mulling it over

I have actually changed my opinion on a topic -- not so major, but a rarity to be sure. I used to write and speak about not legalizing marijuanna, but after mulling it over, considering everything I have reversed my opinion.
As a preface I must state that I haven't ever done it and likely won't ever ... apart from alcohol, life-time drug-free, though I carry the burdon of many other sinful activities.

Since cigarette use is being more heavily controlled , I see that now, with restrictions, marijuanna should be legalized. Specifically, the dangers of the true drug are no greater than the combined effects and dangers of alcohol and tobacco combined (actually less so), but each is controlled with warning labels. The government could grow it (smart idea) or allow anyone to grow it exclusively. The cost would go down, criminal activity would change, but be slightly reduced.

Conditions on operating machinery and vehicles would be as punative as alcohol, as well as work-related accidents all would fairly well match alcohol. Also, drug screening for at work use would have to be improved to target "time of use" as apposed to simple use.

Public areas, including parks, could/should be smoke-free anyway. Basically, a public ban on smoking in public places, but home use would be unrestricted.
Another provision should be that underage person exposed, who develop problems or come to school high on the basis of regional/environmental effects would be removed from the home pending investigation, followed by charges being filed for delinquency of minor(s). If adults serve alcohol to children, this charge applies, so true to marijuanna. Smoke, filling empty space (so to speak of minds) is more difficult to seal in a room. Therefore, it would be more likely that persons would have to find some part of their property where smoke can be contained (garage, basement, whatever), considering lawyers' would-be attempt to tag persons with deliquency from a couple of yards away.

Alcohol is taxed, tobacco taxed ... so should marijuanna, which would lead to charges of tax evasion for those not paying taxes on crops grown. Those guilty could have property seized and imprissoned as would any serious tax-evader.

The first decade, enforcing public dissue would be a nightmare, but worth the end -- fewer repeat criminals in jail/prison, and fewer $ millions/billions wasted in prosectuion and law enforcement.

Empty paper

Could my creativity be related to madness? I dare hope not, for last night, while happy -- resurgance of sanity, like a shower temporarily flushing away a day's worth of sweat, dirt, filth -- I sat staring at a blank paper not able to come up with more than 30% of an idea ... more than on the tip of my tongue, but more like:

A guy walks into a bathtub with a duck and a rabbit ...

and there it stops. I generally don't think of jokes like this, but my mind is usually a torrant of ideas, some complete and some bits, pieces, still needing care and assembly.

War of the Worlds AD 07 (series) ep. xx

Iraqis have entered Iran, launching all of their available weapons on unsuspecting Iran.  The EM pulse forced blackout, with the electronics employment has laid open Iran to Iraqi weapons.  Iraq, also under blackout, suffers still from internal strife.  Insurgents are making footholds in key areas.  Also, the anti-Muslim Pact has sent forces into Iraq to wipe out the insurgents, but weren't precise in their selection.

 

Small pockets have been given power, communication to fascilitate the ending war.  There is no declaration, just a desire for lfie, saving, existence --- enough to make war happen to make a stand.

---

Another day, another hundred dead.  The peoples are unaware of the carnage throughout the Arab world.  The next to be hit, Saudi Arabia, Syria.  Their calls to Allah will seem to be unheard.  Paranoia, distrust, "religion-based" law and hate all contribute to the destruction of them all.  They do not seek help from the non-Muslim world, which in itself, marks their doom.