Zero Effect on TV. No, not the movie… They’re turning it into a TV series! I loved the movie, and think it’s perfect for a Northern Exposure meets Twin Peaks meets Magnum PI sort of show. Can’t wait.
I went out with the guys last night. Yeah, me. Do you believe it? It was supposed to be a going-away shindig for my manager who’s retiring and moving off the Missouri to do nothing (that’s what he says anyway… don’t believe him). It ended up being a congratulations party for the guy who took his place. Whatever. It was just an excuse to go out, dish dirt, watch people drink and flirt and laugh.
I haven’t done anything like that in a long long time. Not since Tucson and the TV show. It was great. I work with great people, and they’re fun to hang out with. Now, if only I can get rid of the smell of smoke…
Leave it to The Onion to explain it just right.
Ask and ye shall receive. The Redskins have cut Jeff George! (story @ CNNSI) Wow, now what? Tony Banks? Oh yeah, baby, can you say 0-16?
Holy cow, they suck! (The Redskins for those playing along at home) Why did Daniel Snyder hire Marty? I mean, didn’t he see the end of the dinosaur era the last couple years in Kansas City? He totally lost control of his players. Bill Parcells is the only coach who can get away with the militaristic drill instructor crap anymore and he’s retired (and now you know why, it doesn’t work that way anymore). You don’t inspire players with brute force of will. It doesn’t work. They make too much money.
How did Daniel Snyder make all his money? I mean, if his business judgement is as bad as his personal judgement, I have no idea. C’mon, Jeff George? What a loser! The man had one good season, and that’s because he was in Minnesota with all the weapons he could ever want. Every other team he’s played for has been a miserable failure. He’s been a cancer in every locker room he’s ever been in, has no leadership ability, and for crying out loud, I wish that every single football commentator would stop talking about his talent and “potential”. Potential is a little late for this guy. He’s been in the league long enough that we can label him what he is, a selfish, unmotivated dunderhead with no business being a starting QB in the NFL.
The last shred of class on that team belongs to Darrell Green and Bruce Smith. Darrell’s done after this season, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this is Bruce’s last year. After that, what happens? Where’s the leadership going to come from? How are they going to lure any top free agents when you have Marty at the helm?
Now I know how Browns fans feel…
Bad mood rising… Oh yeah. I don’t know why. I woke up in a great mood, with Max making his little Max noises in his bed, Jen in the shower and me waking up at a leisurely pace. Why hurry when the shower’s occupied and Max may get tired of playing in his room at any moment?
Now that I’m at work, it’s a whole different story. Wow, I’m not happy today. I want to walk out and not come back for a long long time. I want to tell people what I really think of them and not apologize later. Yep, I’m in a bad mood, and I’m gonna go buy some ice cream to try to snap out of it. I sure hope they have those Mississippi Mud sandwiches, or I may just tell the store ladies what I think of them too (there really isn’t anything bad to say about the store ladies. They’re swell).
I’m an idiot. I thought, hey, OS X is a lot more stable now and my friend has the latest beta. I should try it out! So, I wiped my poor old Powerbook’s hard drive and installed everything. The one thing I forgot is that OS X is a pig. It’s a big giant memory eating sow. I forgot to take into consideration the fact that I have an old G3 with 128 megs of RAM. It’s sad, but that’s just not enough to run the beast that is OS X.
So, it’s Monday morning and I’m reinstalling my favorite config: OS 9 and YellowDog 2.0. I’ll run MOL, play Same Gnome, install AOLserver and Postgres and have some fun. Screw you, OS X. Even Windows 2000 will run on a P2-400 with 128 megs of RAM. So there.
I love Jon Stewart. The Daily Show was back on Thursday, and Jon gave the best explanation of what he was feeling, and encapsulation of what this all means that I’ve heard yet. It was the first time I’ve cried about the whole thing. You should read it, or better yet, catch it on a replay somewhere.
During the past couple weeks, during the pain, grief, hope and heroism, I’ve been recalling something that happened to me during high school.
Desert Storm started when I was a Sophomore. I remember sitting in Madame Nelson’s French class discussing how cool it was going to be. We were going to bomb the living hell out of them. It was a movie, and we were going to watch it all on CNN. I remember bringing up statistics and cool military terms I’d heard my dad use. I felt really smart since my dad helped draw up a lot of the plans for fighting in the Middle East and was in the Pentagon’s Command Center for much of the war. He wasn’t going over there. For me, Desert Storm was very much a remote-control war. I watched it all on TV, heard about it from my dad, and never saw the death and destruction. It was all very antiseptic/Saturday afternoon TV for me.
Back to French Class. While my friend and I were discussing bombs, fighter planes and the advantages of the Abrams M1-A1 tank, there was a girl sitting next to me with a black armband on her right arm. I noticed it and asked her about it. She said she was wearing it because she didn’t like the war. She didn’t like that people were fighting over there and that we were there over oil and killing so we didn’t have to pay more for gas. That set my friend and I off. We spent the rest of class making fun of her for thinking something other than what ‘we’ thought.
I feel bad about that now. I don’t even remember her name, but I remember the look on her face. I remember feeling superior because I was onboard. I was ‘we’. I wish I could find her and apologize.
Don’t let the people who attacked us make us start taking away our freedoms. Free speech is paramount in the list. If we start quieting those who disagree with us, we’re no better than the people who did this. Especially now, in the wake of tragedy, we need to be mindful that we still have the right to free speech. I feel the anger well up when I read or hear something that doesn’t fall into the “patriotic American, nuke the bastards” world we live in and have been watching for the past week. I stop myself every time I feel that anger and remember the girl in French class who I made cry.
The kids in our neighborhood have shown an amazing grasp of the American/Capitalist dream since 9/11. They’ve posted patriotic drawings all over the neighborhood, on mailboxes, stop sign posts, everywhere. Now, if this were the extent of it, I’d leave out the capitalist part. But, our little entrepeneurs have also taken to the streets with hand-drawn flags in a milk box and are going door-to-door selling them. It’s nice to know that the future generation knows what to do when people are grieving – sell to them.
Not that I blame them, it gives them something to do, and makes them happy. They had a lemonade stand last week, and I think that’s cute. There are three of them, all girls and no older than 11. It’s so freaking Norman Rockwell.
That’s all from Lake Sterling, where we have no lake, the children are all selling something and the parents love their anti-depressants.