So, among the four billion commercials and previews I had to sit through before watching Sweeny Todd (which was awesome by the way), I saw two things of note.
A trailer for Mamma Mia!, which though it isn't reported on imdb, I SWEAR TO GOD is a remake of the Gina Lollobrigida vehicle Buena Sear, Mrs. Campbell. Yes, I am a nerd.
During the trailer for Step Up 2 The Streets, I can't be sure but I believe I heard a hip hop cover of Tom Waits "Get Behind the Mule".
I may never sleep again for fear of the nightmares.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
What's in a name?
There are two football players I remember simply because I love to say their name outloud.
1. Lofa Tatupu
2. Kimo von Oelhoffen
Go ahead, say them outloud. They just sound fun, don't they?
1. Lofa Tatupu
2. Kimo von Oelhoffen
Go ahead, say them outloud. They just sound fun, don't they?
Thursday, December 20, 2007
More of the 5
Five songs that make me want to be a director just so I can make a movie to put these into it.
5. "Please Call Me, Baby" - Tom Waits
(note, this was used in Keeping the Faith, but still, want to use it myself)
4. "Don't Forget to Miss Me" - Harry Manx
3. "Running Song" - Aliotta, Haynes and Jeremiah
2. "Blues On a Holiday" - either the Susan Tedeschi or Paul Rishell version
1. "Farm in New Hampshire" - Louis Ledford (comp. Robert Blake)
Honorable mentions: "A Little Cruel" by Harry Manx, "One Kind Word" by Geoff Bartley, "Poor Little Robin" by Michael Johnson, "Perfect Ones Who Break" by William Lee Ellis
5. "Please Call Me, Baby" - Tom Waits
(note, this was used in Keeping the Faith, but still, want to use it myself)
4. "Don't Forget to Miss Me" - Harry Manx
3. "Running Song" - Aliotta, Haynes and Jeremiah
2. "Blues On a Holiday" - either the Susan Tedeschi or Paul Rishell version
1. "Farm in New Hampshire" - Louis Ledford (comp. Robert Blake)
Honorable mentions: "A Little Cruel" by Harry Manx, "One Kind Word" by Geoff Bartley, "Poor Little Robin" by Michael Johnson, "Perfect Ones Who Break" by William Lee Ellis
Friday, December 7, 2007
The other half of the Letterman List
Top 5 songs that make you feel good about doing something bad
5. "Leaving Trunk" by Taj Mahal
4. "Screenwriters Blues" by Soul Coughing
3. "Born on the Bayou" by Creedence Clearwater Revival
2. "Clint Eastwood" by Gorrillaz
1. "Mr. Siegal" by Tom Waits
Honorable mentions: "Them Shoes" by Patrick Sweaney Band, "St. John" by Aerosmith
5. "Leaving Trunk" by Taj Mahal
4. "Screenwriters Blues" by Soul Coughing
3. "Born on the Bayou" by Creedence Clearwater Revival
2. "Clint Eastwood" by Gorrillaz
1. "Mr. Siegal" by Tom Waits
Honorable mentions: "Them Shoes" by Patrick Sweaney Band, "St. John" by Aerosmith
The half of the Letterman list
*drumroll*
Top 5 comments posted to my blog by other people.
5. suyapi sad. Will make next year. Please lord awesomeness over suyapi.
- Suyapi
4. Yeah, you act like you've never seen a chick with oil and a tarp before. Prude.
What's the URL for your blogger thingy. Tell Coyote or I will eat your soul!
- Coyote
3. Holy shit, did I just get a mention in someone's blog I don't know my first time reading it?
I think... wait.
...
Yeah. I think I just got all tingly in my pinkish-beige parts. (I may be very pale, but I'm a very pale olive person. It's part beige down there.)
Woah, wait a second!
...
My nips are hard! I mean, they kind of always are, genetically, but I mean, we're talking goosebumps in the areola region now, so it's for real!
Wow! This is turning into a great evening! Two out of...several of my sensual parts have been activated without my having to do anything but show up and allow the reading reflex to take hold!
And it was a post that mentions SWAMP CROTCH, no less! Add a cherry on top!
"AAAAHHH SWEET MYSTERY OF LIIIIFE, AT LAST I HAVE FOUUND YOUUUU!"
- Inga
2. Yay! You moved!! *Hugs you for moving*
There is way more than a smidgen of awesome within you and you deserve someone equally amazing to share your life with. I hope she doesn't take as long to find you as Kev did to find me. ;)
- Blue
1. Blue called me a jackass the other day. Clearly, you've been a bad influence on her. She was sweet and kind and always frolicking with butterflies and bluebirds until you showed up. Then it's all "you're a jackass, Taco" and "I'm setting you on fire, Taco" and "suffer working with the offline db guys, Taco."
My life is misery.
Where was I? Oh yes, fondling your pant critters.
Also, I like the opening of Joker quite a bit. Don't change it.
- Taco
Top 5 comments posted to my blog by other people.
5. suyapi sad. Will make next year. Please lord awesomeness over suyapi.
- Suyapi
4. Yeah, you act like you've never seen a chick with oil and a tarp before. Prude.
What's the URL for your blogger thingy. Tell Coyote or I will eat your soul!
- Coyote
3. Holy shit, did I just get a mention in someone's blog I don't know my first time reading it?
I think... wait.
...
Yeah. I think I just got all tingly in my pinkish-beige parts. (I may be very pale, but I'm a very pale olive person. It's part beige down there.)
Woah, wait a second!
...
My nips are hard! I mean, they kind of always are, genetically, but I mean, we're talking goosebumps in the areola region now, so it's for real!
Wow! This is turning into a great evening! Two out of...several of my sensual parts have been activated without my having to do anything but show up and allow the reading reflex to take hold!
And it was a post that mentions SWAMP CROTCH, no less! Add a cherry on top!
"AAAAHHH SWEET MYSTERY OF LIIIIFE, AT LAST I HAVE FOUUND YOUUUU!"
- Inga
2. Yay! You moved!! *Hugs you for moving*
There is way more than a smidgen of awesome within you and you deserve someone equally amazing to share your life with. I hope she doesn't take as long to find you as Kev did to find me. ;)
- Blue
1. Blue called me a jackass the other day. Clearly, you've been a bad influence on her. She was sweet and kind and always frolicking with butterflies and bluebirds until you showed up. Then it's all "you're a jackass, Taco" and "I'm setting you on fire, Taco" and "suffer working with the offline db guys, Taco."
My life is misery.
Where was I? Oh yes, fondling your pant critters.
Also, I like the opening of Joker quite a bit. Don't change it.
- Taco
Monday, December 3, 2007
Detritus, page one
Random thoughts.
1. I half-accidentally stayed up late last night finishing the last Harry Potter book (I had planned on accidentally staying up late). On the whole I would say that I am...satisfied. I think it was ended well. Rowling certainly didn't pull any punches, I was really surprised by the number of important and main characters that died. Ron finally getting together with Hermione was well done. And the whole section of Harry knowing he is going to die and walking off to do it was amazingly crafted. However, NEEDED MORE GINNY. I wanted more of that romance, and even the epilogue where we found out they married and had kids wasn't satisfying enough in this respect, as there wasn't a feeling of strong connection between them (though obviously it was implied, I wanted something palpable. A kiss, holding hands, something.) I still think I like Half Blood Prince best, but again, I think Deathly Hallows was a satisfactory ending.
2. "If I could play all the memories in the neck of my guitar, I would write a song called Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
- Paul Simon, "Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
3. A few weeks ago my Grampy died. He was called Grampy because he wasn't my blood grandfather; he was my mothers first husbands (who was killed) father. As my mother put it, he was an absolute gem of a man. That former side of the family and my side of the family never really interacted, and this man didn't know me from Adam, but he always, ALWAYS, took an interest in me. Every year he sent me a Christmas card, which is memorable for two reasons. First, he always gave me $50, which to a kid in the late 80's was like winning the lottery every year. Second, the Christmas card always had a letter from him on the inside, immaculately typed out on the card itself, never a typo. He was always so proud of his typing. During the portion of my life that I was really interested in golf, he would tell me about how he would go golfing where he lived down in Arizona. He was also always immensely proud of my education, and I am very glad he was alive when I got my PhD.
Grampy was 96 when he died, and made sure to tell everyone he was in no pain. He had two wives, a girlfriend, and he outlived them all. In the past 5 years or so he corresponded with people by email using WebTV, which is awesome that he got into email. He was an absolutely sweet prince of a man, I wish I had known him better, and I always think of him around the holidays. Bye Grampy, I will miss you.
4. My mother came to visit me this weekend. I probably should've been more lively, but I think we had a good time regardless. She left a couple books for me to read from her library. Both are about Nikola Tesla, and I am very much looking forward to learning more about this amazing genius.
5. All indications are that I got the NIH fellowship I applied for back in August. I won't find out officially until February but the program director told me point blank not to resubmit my proposal because I'm in the top few percent. Which completely changed the tenor of my week. I had been planning on busting out a revised proposal in three days (basically, think of it as doing a term paper on a semesters worth of research in three days), which would've consumed all my time, to finding out not only I don't need to do it but that I probably got the fellowship. It's absolutely astounding that I got this fellowship the first time through. It's most likely due to a combination of A) money loosening up at the NIH, B) a solid research proposal and C) good preliminary data from good scientists before, but it's still a very positive thing.
6. I will now quote from the summary statement I received from the reviewers of said fellowship proposal. This statement is talking about me.
"Perhaps the only easily identified weakness with the candidate is that the work produced so far is very solid, but not paradigm shifting."
Now, it's hard to describe exactly what is so damned funny about this statement, but it has my entire lab, including my boss, cracking up. Really, it boiled down to the reviewer looking for something to criticize. But come on, apparently my lack of shifting paradigms is a glaring weakness in my body of work. After we found out I was getting the fellowship my boss was actually disappointed that we weren't going to be able to resubmit the proposal simply because we couldn't respond to that asinine comment.
The ironic thing, the truly ironic thing, is that I DID shift a paradigm! It just happens to be a paradigm all of 4 people in the world care about.
7. As the days and weeks wear on in my post doc, I find myself happy with my position, but increasingly isolated. The holidays don't help, of course. I always tend to get down around the holidays. But this time I don't feel so much depressed as...alone. Knowing myself I think sometime about the middle of January my resolve/pride/fear will crack and I'll hit up a dating site. I want someone to be with, and damnit I don't think it's that crazy an idea. According to you guys, there is at least a smidgen of awesome somewhere in me. That has to count for something.
8. I need to finish Pebbleman. It is weighing on my conscience. It's a good story, damnit. It deserves better than to be abandoned half finished. Plus I want to finish it before starting on another story idea I have. Called "Saturday Sun". Sometimes I think I should just cancel my WoW subscription and devote my nights to writing....but that ain't going to happen.
9. There is no 9.
10. "Wh-wh-what do you do - in the bath?"
- Lemon Jelly "In the Bath"
1. I half-accidentally stayed up late last night finishing the last Harry Potter book (I had planned on accidentally staying up late). On the whole I would say that I am...satisfied. I think it was ended well. Rowling certainly didn't pull any punches, I was really surprised by the number of important and main characters that died. Ron finally getting together with Hermione was well done. And the whole section of Harry knowing he is going to die and walking off to do it was amazingly crafted. However, NEEDED MORE GINNY. I wanted more of that romance, and even the epilogue where we found out they married and had kids wasn't satisfying enough in this respect, as there wasn't a feeling of strong connection between them (though obviously it was implied, I wanted something palpable. A kiss, holding hands, something.) I still think I like Half Blood Prince best, but again, I think Deathly Hallows was a satisfactory ending.
2. "If I could play all the memories in the neck of my guitar, I would write a song called Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
- Paul Simon, "Senorita With a Necklace of Tears"
3. A few weeks ago my Grampy died. He was called Grampy because he wasn't my blood grandfather; he was my mothers first husbands (who was killed) father. As my mother put it, he was an absolute gem of a man. That former side of the family and my side of the family never really interacted, and this man didn't know me from Adam, but he always, ALWAYS, took an interest in me. Every year he sent me a Christmas card, which is memorable for two reasons. First, he always gave me $50, which to a kid in the late 80's was like winning the lottery every year. Second, the Christmas card always had a letter from him on the inside, immaculately typed out on the card itself, never a typo. He was always so proud of his typing. During the portion of my life that I was really interested in golf, he would tell me about how he would go golfing where he lived down in Arizona. He was also always immensely proud of my education, and I am very glad he was alive when I got my PhD.
Grampy was 96 when he died, and made sure to tell everyone he was in no pain. He had two wives, a girlfriend, and he outlived them all. In the past 5 years or so he corresponded with people by email using WebTV, which is awesome that he got into email. He was an absolutely sweet prince of a man, I wish I had known him better, and I always think of him around the holidays. Bye Grampy, I will miss you.
4. My mother came to visit me this weekend. I probably should've been more lively, but I think we had a good time regardless. She left a couple books for me to read from her library. Both are about Nikola Tesla, and I am very much looking forward to learning more about this amazing genius.
5. All indications are that I got the NIH fellowship I applied for back in August. I won't find out officially until February but the program director told me point blank not to resubmit my proposal because I'm in the top few percent. Which completely changed the tenor of my week. I had been planning on busting out a revised proposal in three days (basically, think of it as doing a term paper on a semesters worth of research in three days), which would've consumed all my time, to finding out not only I don't need to do it but that I probably got the fellowship. It's absolutely astounding that I got this fellowship the first time through. It's most likely due to a combination of A) money loosening up at the NIH, B) a solid research proposal and C) good preliminary data from good scientists before, but it's still a very positive thing.
6. I will now quote from the summary statement I received from the reviewers of said fellowship proposal. This statement is talking about me.
"Perhaps the only easily identified weakness with the candidate is that the work produced so far is very solid, but not paradigm shifting."
Now, it's hard to describe exactly what is so damned funny about this statement, but it has my entire lab, including my boss, cracking up. Really, it boiled down to the reviewer looking for something to criticize. But come on, apparently my lack of shifting paradigms is a glaring weakness in my body of work. After we found out I was getting the fellowship my boss was actually disappointed that we weren't going to be able to resubmit the proposal simply because we couldn't respond to that asinine comment.
The ironic thing, the truly ironic thing, is that I DID shift a paradigm! It just happens to be a paradigm all of 4 people in the world care about.
7. As the days and weeks wear on in my post doc, I find myself happy with my position, but increasingly isolated. The holidays don't help, of course. I always tend to get down around the holidays. But this time I don't feel so much depressed as...alone. Knowing myself I think sometime about the middle of January my resolve/pride/fear will crack and I'll hit up a dating site. I want someone to be with, and damnit I don't think it's that crazy an idea. According to you guys, there is at least a smidgen of awesome somewhere in me. That has to count for something.
8. I need to finish Pebbleman. It is weighing on my conscience. It's a good story, damnit. It deserves better than to be abandoned half finished. Plus I want to finish it before starting on another story idea I have. Called "Saturday Sun". Sometimes I think I should just cancel my WoW subscription and devote my nights to writing....but that ain't going to happen.
9. There is no 9.
10. "Wh-wh-what do you do - in the bath?"
- Lemon Jelly "In the Bath"
Monday, November 26, 2007
I am the worldest largest softie
So, my fears were realized. It has happened. I have become totally addicted to Harry Potter. I finished the movies and have been reading the books, one after another. I bought the sixth and seventh books Friday night and by Sunday afternoon I had finished the sixth and started on the seventh.
I still maintain my position that JK Rowling isn't a particularly good writer, per se. But I will say this. Her character development is damn good, and she certainly is able to pack in a whoooooole lot of material into each book. In my stories I always struggle to have things, you know, happen. She has no such issue.
I think I like I like the sixth book the best so far. It has the most mature voice, the most humor, and well....BECAUSE I'M A BIG SOFTIE.
What do I mean by this? I'm a sucker for a romance. Completely and totally a sucker for them. I get completely carried away. And the sixth book has lots of romance. Let me put it this way. After I finished the sixth book I immediately looked up Ginny Weasley on the internet, and then rushed to read the epilogue of the last book before even starting it because if Harry didn't end up back with Ginny there was going to be an investigation. I was positively glowing after reading the part where they got together. It's all I thought about.
I'm going to cite a passage from the seventh book. This is Ginny giving Harry his 17th birthday present, filled with wonderful tension as Harry has broken off their relationship in order to protect Ginny from becoming a target.
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"Harry, will you come up here a moment?"
It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.
He had never been inside it before. It was small, but bright. There was a large poster of the Wizarding band the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and Ginny had once played a two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now housed a large, pearly white marquee. The golden flag on top was level with Ginny's window.
Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy seventheenth."
"Yeah...thanks."
She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.
"Nice view," he said feebly, point toward the window.
She ignored this. He could not blame her.
"I couldn't think what to get you," she said.
"You didn't have to get me anything."
She disregarded this too.
"I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you."
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
She took a step closer to him.
"So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair -
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"There's the silver lining I've been looking for." GodDAMN what a line. That section, I reread it over and over and over last night before I went to bed. I spoke it outloud several times. I LOVE that part.
So yeah, I'm a huge softie. Completely overcome by romance. The sad aftermath of that all is that I feel particularly lonely. Is a little love too much to ask? Bah.
In other news, my new laptop FINALLY came today. Nearly two months after I ordered it. I'm never buying Lenovo again, they suck ass. But I held out because this is the only tablet with an integrated fingerprint reader I've found (the fingerprint reader is total sex). So hopefully I'll be able to get back to working on the Pebbleman in off moments at work again. Additionaly, while Vista isn't as utterly horrid as I thought, it's still terrible. Do not care for it.
Also, I've migrated all my posts over to Blogger (google enabled some spam protection, I was posting on that one quite a bit, as you well may imagine). I think I'll officially move over there permanently on the first of December so that the 4 billion posts in November don't make the page as long as your arm.
I still maintain my position that JK Rowling isn't a particularly good writer, per se. But I will say this. Her character development is damn good, and she certainly is able to pack in a whoooooole lot of material into each book. In my stories I always struggle to have things, you know, happen. She has no such issue.
I think I like I like the sixth book the best so far. It has the most mature voice, the most humor, and well....BECAUSE I'M A BIG SOFTIE.
What do I mean by this? I'm a sucker for a romance. Completely and totally a sucker for them. I get completely carried away. And the sixth book has lots of romance. Let me put it this way. After I finished the sixth book I immediately looked up Ginny Weasley on the internet, and then rushed to read the epilogue of the last book before even starting it because if Harry didn't end up back with Ginny there was going to be an investigation. I was positively glowing after reading the part where they got together. It's all I thought about.
I'm going to cite a passage from the seventh book. This is Ginny giving Harry his 17th birthday present, filled with wonderful tension as Harry has broken off their relationship in order to protect Ginny from becoming a target.
-------------------------------------------------------
"Harry, will you come up here a moment?"
It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.
He had never been inside it before. It was small, but bright. There was a large poster of the Wizarding band the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and Ginny had once played a two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now housed a large, pearly white marquee. The golden flag on top was level with Ginny's window.
Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said, "Happy seventheenth."
"Yeah...thanks."
She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.
"Nice view," he said feebly, point toward the window.
She ignored this. He could not blame her.
"I couldn't think what to get you," she said.
"You didn't have to get me anything."
She disregarded this too.
"I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you."
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.
She took a step closer to him.
"So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair -
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"There's the silver lining I've been looking for." GodDAMN what a line. That section, I reread it over and over and over last night before I went to bed. I spoke it outloud several times. I LOVE that part.
So yeah, I'm a huge softie. Completely overcome by romance. The sad aftermath of that all is that I feel particularly lonely. Is a little love too much to ask? Bah.
In other news, my new laptop FINALLY came today. Nearly two months after I ordered it. I'm never buying Lenovo again, they suck ass. But I held out because this is the only tablet with an integrated fingerprint reader I've found (the fingerprint reader is total sex). So hopefully I'll be able to get back to working on the Pebbleman in off moments at work again. Additionaly, while Vista isn't as utterly horrid as I thought, it's still terrible. Do not care for it.
Also, I've migrated all my posts over to Blogger (google enabled some spam protection, I was posting on that one quite a bit, as you well may imagine). I think I'll officially move over there permanently on the first of December so that the 4 billion posts in November don't make the page as long as your arm.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Oops
First posted 11-5-07
I realized after the fact that during all the fun of TacoCon I forgot to show those interested parties the notes for my novel. For this, I blame everyone and thing but myself. Obviously I am not culpable.
Also, I am sending out googledoc invites for my Pebbleman short story to interested parties. I have completely stalled on writing it, for which I blame my lack of computer at work where I did a lot of writing in my off moments. So I am sending out invites for two purposes. 1. it is the best thing I've ever written so I want people to see it. 2. I need people who's opinion I respect to tell me that it's awesome and if I don't finish it it will be a travesty against nature. You all know I'm not one to toot my own horn....but this story is pretty damn good.
I realized after the fact that during all the fun of TacoCon I forgot to show those interested parties the notes for my novel. For this, I blame everyone and thing but myself. Obviously I am not culpable.
Also, I am sending out googledoc invites for my Pebbleman short story to interested parties. I have completely stalled on writing it, for which I blame my lack of computer at work where I did a lot of writing in my off moments. So I am sending out invites for two purposes. 1. it is the best thing I've ever written so I want people to see it. 2. I need people who's opinion I respect to tell me that it's awesome and if I don't finish it it will be a travesty against nature. You all know I'm not one to toot my own horn....but this story is pretty damn good.
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Big hitter, the Lama
First posted 10-26-07
"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."
- Caddyshack
So, I'm going to see the Dalai Lama tomorrow. Well, it's not like we're having beers or anything, but he's giving a "public talk". And by "public talk" I mean I only had to spend $25 for a ticket instead of $250 to get into one of his private classes.
I am of two minds about this. For one, I read one of his books, the Way to Freedom, and I find it surprisingly as close-minded as any other work by a religious leader. It was filled with lots of "this is the way it must be in this situation and I will brook no argument." On the other, it's the Lama, and how often am I going to get to see the Lama. And his main message is that of peace, which I can fully support. The title of the talk is "Compassion: the Road to Peace" or something like that. I am all for peace.
I am kind of hoping there is a question and answer session. I'm am taking suggestions for a question. I currently have two ideas.
1. How far have you ever taken one off the tee?
2. Can I rub your head for luck?
Also, tonight I'm going to Best Buy and if there is a Wii there I am buying it. I am a weak, weak man. And a friend of mine wants me to play co-op Force Commander when it comes out. That is going to be the shit.
"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."
- Caddyshack
So, I'm going to see the Dalai Lama tomorrow. Well, it's not like we're having beers or anything, but he's giving a "public talk". And by "public talk" I mean I only had to spend $25 for a ticket instead of $250 to get into one of his private classes.
I am of two minds about this. For one, I read one of his books, the Way to Freedom, and I find it surprisingly as close-minded as any other work by a religious leader. It was filled with lots of "this is the way it must be in this situation and I will brook no argument." On the other, it's the Lama, and how often am I going to get to see the Lama. And his main message is that of peace, which I can fully support. The title of the talk is "Compassion: the Road to Peace" or something like that. I am all for peace.
I am kind of hoping there is a question and answer session. I'm am taking suggestions for a question. I currently have two ideas.
1. How far have you ever taken one off the tee?
2. Can I rub your head for luck?
Also, tonight I'm going to Best Buy and if there is a Wii there I am buying it. I am a weak, weak man. And a friend of mine wants me to play co-op Force Commander when it comes out. That is going to be the shit.
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The cool kids at the back of the short bus
First posted 10-22-07
10 thoughts from TacoCon!
1. I would say that Blue is 10 times cooler in person but that just wouldn't be true. Blue's coolness factor, in fact, goes to 11. She goes to 11. I am simply not worthy.
2. Blue's husband must love Blue very, very, very......very much. He too, is more awesome than we can handle.
3. Larriken, in addition to totally looking like a professor I knew in graduate school, is a cool dude DESPITE THE FRICKEN PUNS. You punny maniac.
4. Taco and Coyote are terrible....terrible influences on me. I am a shy, quiet, reserved person, damnit! But Taco hands me his phone with his gay coworker on the other end and what do I say? "Hello sweetcheeks". Though I am rather proud of my message to Suyapi, especially the last line.
5. I believe if I were to calculate the total amount of time I spent doing certain activities, the time spent giggling like a retarded schoolgirl would outnumber the time spent breathing. I think I sprained something giggling.
6. That woman, Hilary I think you said her name was? Hooooooooly fucking moses she was hot. When I check into my hotel room in the historic Zebulon Regency Hotel for TacoCon '08 I would appreciate her being there in a french maid's outfit and a bottle of baby oil, thanks.
7. A list of phrases that will be repeated through the coming year that, unless you were there, you will not understand but to those of us present they are absolutely hysterical.
- Invisible Goat is Invisible
- Is he a Bears fan?
- Get some south in your mouth
- That ain't no Georgia sweet tea
- Whorecat is cheap
- Larry would like to talk to you about gun control
- ZEBULON! WOOT!
- Check out that splatter radius
- You guys got that real funny way of writing shit
- Change the light bulb
- You guy are weird
8. Suyapi, Emu and Noq are all immensely lame for not showing up. You all do realize we are going to lord the awesome time we had over you for the rest of your lives.
9. Mitch Hedberg FTW.
10. I got diarrhea. Shake your booty, shake your booty.
Now, not everything at TacoCon was awesome. As I was driving back to my apartment Sunday, I stopped off to get dinner, and right after as I was stopped at a light the woman in the passanger seat in the car in front of me opened the door and vomited onto the pavement. Ok, not pleasant....but it got worse. We're on the on-ramp to the highway, I'm still behind this car, and the door opens again and again the woman barfs. From a moving vehicle. In front of me. Large pale chunks of an unidentifiable material bounced off the pavement and hit my car. Their car swurved to the shoulder and I went home. Needless to say, my dinner got quite cold before I could approach it.
Lastly, I didn't realize how much everyone hated Blogdrive. I will begin the process of migrating my posts over to my blogger account. It'll take some time, but eventually I'll be over there permanently. Until then, stay tuned to this Bat-channel.
Now...Taco...where's my nun pic?! I know you'll be looking at the porn cause it's going to be a reeeeeeaaaaal long time before your wife touches you again.
10 thoughts from TacoCon!
1. I would say that Blue is 10 times cooler in person but that just wouldn't be true. Blue's coolness factor, in fact, goes to 11. She goes to 11. I am simply not worthy.
2. Blue's husband must love Blue very, very, very......very much. He too, is more awesome than we can handle.
3. Larriken, in addition to totally looking like a professor I knew in graduate school, is a cool dude DESPITE THE FRICKEN PUNS. You punny maniac.
4. Taco and Coyote are terrible....terrible influences on me. I am a shy, quiet, reserved person, damnit! But Taco hands me his phone with his gay coworker on the other end and what do I say? "Hello sweetcheeks". Though I am rather proud of my message to Suyapi, especially the last line.
5. I believe if I were to calculate the total amount of time I spent doing certain activities, the time spent giggling like a retarded schoolgirl would outnumber the time spent breathing. I think I sprained something giggling.
6. That woman, Hilary I think you said her name was? Hooooooooly fucking moses she was hot. When I check into my hotel room in the historic Zebulon Regency Hotel for TacoCon '08 I would appreciate her being there in a french maid's outfit and a bottle of baby oil, thanks.
7. A list of phrases that will be repeated through the coming year that, unless you were there, you will not understand but to those of us present they are absolutely hysterical.
- Invisible Goat is Invisible
- Is he a Bears fan?
- Get some south in your mouth
- That ain't no Georgia sweet tea
- Whorecat is cheap
- Larry would like to talk to you about gun control
- ZEBULON! WOOT!
- Check out that splatter radius
- You guys got that real funny way of writing shit
- Change the light bulb
- You guy are weird
8. Suyapi, Emu and Noq are all immensely lame for not showing up. You all do realize we are going to lord the awesome time we had over you for the rest of your lives.
9. Mitch Hedberg FTW.
10. I got diarrhea. Shake your booty, shake your booty.
Now, not everything at TacoCon was awesome. As I was driving back to my apartment Sunday, I stopped off to get dinner, and right after as I was stopped at a light the woman in the passanger seat in the car in front of me opened the door and vomited onto the pavement. Ok, not pleasant....but it got worse. We're on the on-ramp to the highway, I'm still behind this car, and the door opens again and again the woman barfs. From a moving vehicle. In front of me. Large pale chunks of an unidentifiable material bounced off the pavement and hit my car. Their car swurved to the shoulder and I went home. Needless to say, my dinner got quite cold before I could approach it.
Lastly, I didn't realize how much everyone hated Blogdrive. I will begin the process of migrating my posts over to my blogger account. It'll take some time, but eventually I'll be over there permanently. Until then, stay tuned to this Bat-channel.
Now...Taco...where's my nun pic?! I know you'll be looking at the porn cause it's going to be a reeeeeeaaaaal long time before your wife touches you again.
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