Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Terminator spotter

I know, according to Maia, that Kirby weepers are terminators. Do not let the name fool you, Kirby's need to be attacked. Here Maia is guarding MR, while MR defends his Mike's Hard Lemonade.

When we got done playing Catch Phrase, which Maia hates, she beckoned MR to make room for her on his lap. Here, she can watch the questionable interloper, me, to see if I have ill intentions.

happy thoughts

So there Charlie was, thinking happy thoughts and then ... he floated. It was amazing.
Well, no. He did a mantra and did meditate -- perhaps like Ben 10 or Naruto. Funny and peculiar

canine partners in crime

While you scratch and love one, the other has plans -- eat things off the counter, paper that you find, scraps or come in and intervene because you are jealous. Echo generally likes to find chewable things, his or not, and scurry off to chew them. According to Monkeyjack, he doesn't mind pulling off a table 5 inches from you, despite you being the "master". Cheyenne taunts you with a toy, and when that's old, taunts her brother with a toy.

I'm waiting for them to get their timing better for the more complex bait and switch ... growl, grumble, growl -- ruff! Then at the break, each takes off in different directions with naughty tabboo items. The law of odds states that you will only reach one in time, the other will have successfully chewed the item before you reach her/him.

To illustrate this point, Charlie lead me to the broken kitchen window. The dogs were playing, fighting and one their hind legs, shatter -- broken glass. Well ... nice weather for it 30 degrees and colder. 17 degrees in the sun with windchill. Thanks puppies. I love you, but want to get you well past puppy period. "Rip & Tear" of the puppy years. Monkeyjack and Lori told me they were 10 months now. That's 16 more months, about before the "puppy period" ends.

it's on my jacket

Monkeyjack pan-fried some food, put cheese on steak and feed his family and two guests. I opted out, for I already ate and I try to normally avoid eating after 8 pm, unless I skipped a day of eating+, which I sometimes do. I put on my jacket to go out today and sniff, sniff, sniff ... last night's dinner. For lack of any other relevancy, it smells like a merge of Chinese restaurant and Indian kitchen. It isn't bad, but I didn't really want to smell that when donning my coat.

+ BTW: it makes my body prone to metabolic slowing, so I store food as fat more readily. It is not a way to lose weight.

from the makers of mini-movies

We get Wii Ultimate Alliance game. There are literally hours of time you can waste waiting to get through roughly constructed areas. You "control" characters doing stuff that doesn't matter.

After ten minutes, Monkeyjack finds the jump button. Darn! That would have been helpful.

Story mode playability -- 50%, re-playability - 12%
Sophistication of moves -- 20%. Considering each person has two hand controls, the characters have no uniqueness to the Wii. It likely was a release for [all game systems] and was adapted to the Wii, leaving you wonder -- why?
Piece o' crap. Don't buy it, don't rent it.

It is a flunky game. It's based on a manuever-through-here template, with smash smash smash, jump, pickup, throw. It is an okay older system game, but it doesn't do squat to address the "grand capabilities" of XBOX 360 or the Wii.

I did not like Tony Hawk on Wii, but it was a game made for the Wii -- a great deal better than this.
I guess I'll mark it as millenium Q-Bert. Repackaged and cleaned, it's still a simple, mind-numbing and dull game.

hot flash

I was taking some shots of Maia when I was inspired to deflect the flash a bit, using my one piece in my hand -- lens cover. I shot it twice and I smelled melted plastic. Sure enough, the lense cap inside -- where it was close to the flash was "impressed" with a flash-like shape. The flash is so hot, it lightly melted the lens cap with contact or near contact.

I was wondering why the flash spelled the words in reverse, "Caution. Surface may be hot." Sadly, the message was covering someone's face. [ha, not likely]

and the answer is ... "This apparition is a serial chick flick"

What is Ghost Whisperer? [Ting] "Correct. Go again."
I'll take chick flick shows for $800.

"This show has been scene by many criminalists."
What is CSI (insert any name here)!
[beep beep] Oh, wait, I guess the judges are going to give that to you. Go again.

"This practicing star in a TV show, generally CBS gaurantees 'chick flick'"
Who is Camryn Manheim.

And that's the end of the round. Our Final Jeapoardy category is: 'Shows you wouldn't choose'.

............
I was at Monkeyjack's last night and Lori and Amy really like to watch Ghost Whisperer. Monkeyjack claims it's okay. I couldn't dedicate my full energies to it, for it was like a knock-knock joke. Even if you haven't heard that particular one -- it isn't going to be great, likely a knock off of another and generally unfunny. Horse Whisperer had the relationship suspense -- would two people cheat. Would people pull their heads out of their backsides? Would someone who has experienced ghostly interferance for 30+ years be really unaware of reality vs fiction.

It was at par with King Arthur and Hollowman. While the thought behind some of it was good --KA having Keira Knightly, super-hottie, it failed in its execution. Ghost Whisperer has hottie Jennifer Love-Hewitt, but let's face it. That is chick flick, a half-click from Oxygen/Lifetime network.