dxmachina: (Dawn)
So... Last time I posted was back in April. The lack of posting hasn't been because I've been especially busy, or had nothing to talk about, but rather a matter of procrastination. <Shrug>

A couple of days ago I got back from a short camping trip to Watkins Glen, NY, with a small subset of my usual camping group. Fun trip for the most part. Did a couple of good hikes to see gorges and waterfalls, including the spectacular Taughannock Falls, along with a nice bike ride on the Catherine Valley Trail.The only negatives were the heavy rain the first night, and the fact that my air mattress developed a leak that got progressively worse each night, culminating in waking up at 2:30 Tuesday morning with my heavy upper body flat on the ground, my less heavy lower body boosted high in the air by the remaining inflation, and the largish meal I'd had at the BBQ joint in town trying to work its way back out through my esophagus. Yeesh!

I rearranged things to a more comfortable position and was able to get back to sleep until dawn. First thing I did was drive into town to Walmart to price a new mattress. Then I went to Dunkies for breakfast and wifi to check the forecast. They were predicting thundershowers the next day, so instead of getting a new mattress, I decided to cut my trip short by a couple of days, broke camp, and headed home. It turned out to be a good decision. I kept checking the weather radar the next day, and there were some intense cells over Watkins Glen. Now I just need to find and patch the leak. And maybe have a chat with baby!sis because her kids were the last to use the mattress.

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While in Watkins Glen, we went and saw Guardians of the Galaxy at the local theater for cheap*. It was great fun, but no one but me wanted to stay to watch all of the end credits, so I missed the big reveal. Not to worry, I already had heard about who it was. When I got back home I started looking up the comic book version of the team, and I'm pretty sure I must have bought some of the original series. I was a huge fan of Adam Warlock, and he was in it. Actually, knowing that now makes me disappointed that he didn't make it into the movie (although some have speculated the he, too, is part of the Collection). The only character I actually remembered was Drax, from his time with Warlock. And, of course, Thanos and Ronan. I did once buy the first issue of Nova, so I also recognized the Nova Corps, but I never was a fan.

* I should note that it had been almost nine years since the last time I was inside a movie theater. It may have been cheap by today's standards, but I don't think I paid that much in the first run theaters back in the day. One of the many reasons I haven't been in so many years.

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Anyway, I have lots more to post about, but for now... baby steps.
dxmachina: (Hangover)
Didn't make it to down to Jersey yesterday for Thanksgiving. My cough was just too bad. That's twice now in three years I've been too sick to make the trip, and it's getting a little frustrating. And despite knowing it was likely I'd have to make my own Thanksgiving dinner, I didn't bother to go out Wednesday night to get a roaster of some sort and associated foods. So dinner was some frozen chicken thighs baked on top of cornbread stuffing. I made the cornbread from scratch, so that's something, but no cranberry sauce, and no sausage in the stuffing. It was fine. Maybe I'll do something better Sunday.

This is the weirdest cold. If I hadn't had a flu shot I'd swear it was the flu*. Not much nasal congestion or sore throat, but I'm still woozy here on the sixth day and it's totally rototilled my lungs. The fever and associated aches have mostly broken at least.

* I keep flashing back on an old Law and Order episode where a bunch of people died because some doctor decided to buy really cheap flu vaccine that turned out to be saline solution. It was one of Jack McCoy's famous "depraved indifference" cases.

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With nothing better to do, I've been rummaging through the DVD collection and watching movies, something I rarely do anymore. Comedies, mostly. So far, I have watched Hogfather, The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming, Chicken Run, What's Up Doc?, Lilo & Stitch, and Lilies of the Field, although I dozed off early on during the last. I've also been catching up on The Big Bang Theory, a show I never really got into before.
dxmachina: (Green Lantern)
A post by [livejournal.com profile] ocvictor discussing the Green Lantern mythos (among others), reminded me that I meant to talk about the trailer for the upcoming GL movie.



Everything looks great. Ryan Reynolds even looks like Hal Jordan. But then he says,

The one thing a Green Lantern's supposed to be is fearless.
That isn't me.


Wait. What?

No! No! NO! <Smacks back of right hand into palm of left hand with each "no"> The ring chose Hal because Hal WAS absolutely fearless*. Now I am in dread. Of course this was one of the points Victor was making on the divergence of story as it ages and spreads to other media. Sigh.

* And because he was in the neighborhood and Guy Gardner wasn't. Much like Slayers, Green Lanterns are chosen from a pool of potentials, who become Slayers/Lanterns as needed (or as plot dictates). It occurs to me that Faith and Guy Gardner would get along famously. They could compare notes about the lame straight arrows they're supposed to understudy for.
dxmachina: (Books 03)
The movie version of Steinbeck's Cannery Row is one of my all-time favorite films. It's funny, and sweet, and melancholy, plus there's baseball and science. I probably identify way too much with Doc. The book is much the same, except for the baseball. I'd never read it before, and I liked it a lot. There's not much of a plot here, just a meander through the lives of the characters who live on Cannery Row, but that's fine. Now I need to find a copy of Sweet Thursday to get the rest of the story.

The Story of the U.S. Air Force, by Robert D. Loomis, is a blast from the past, a book my airplane crazy self read over and over as a kid. It's part of the Landmark series of children's books, and covers the history of the USAF from the Wright Brothers up through the late fifties. It's like visiting a very old friend. (Loomis also wrote a similar book on American fighter pilots that I need to find one of these days.)

Finally, there's Red Harvest, Dashiell Hammett's first novel. It features the Continental Op, the hard-boiled detective with no name. He's 5'6" and 190 lbs., not the usual shape of a tough guy, and he's ruthless as hell. After he solves the murder of one of a small city's leading citizens, he's hired by the victim's corrupt father to clean up the town. He does this by setting the various criminal factions against each other, and dozens of bodies start to pile up. There are several mysteries along the way, but he clears them up almost too easily, but they aren't really the point. It's more like a procedural in the way he goes about his business.
dxmachina: (Hangover)
Am safely in New Jersey, piggybacking on someone's wireless. It might be Al's, but then again, it might not be, because Slick is picking up at least three wireless networks, and I just selected the most likely one. He and D are still asleep, so I can't confirm.

To pick up where I left off, I got the rest of the chocolates dipped, cooling them on parchment paper this time rather than the rack. Worked way better. I got Nero installed, and a bunch of Christmas CDs burned.

The trip down was interesting, in the "may you live in interesting times" curse way. The weather was misting for a good chunk of the CT portion of the trip, but traffic was actually pretty light, what with virtually every car in America parked in a shopping mall parking lot somewhere, and I made excellent time. Usually. The major blot on the journey was the parking lot that was I-95 in New Haven. It took an hour to get from Branford to West Haven, about ten miles. First there was "Emergency Roadwork" going on in East Haven. Now, I know Connecticut is renowned for having bridges fall down, but there is no bridge where they were working, so I can't imagine what the emergency could have been. After that there was an accident in West Haven. Fortunately, it was a minor one, but it was just south of where I-95 and I-91 come together, so there were six lanes shrinking down to one. Joy. (The really nasty accident was the SUV that rolled over on a ramp near Old Lyme, although it didn't really slow traffic down much since it was off the main road. I'm surprised I didn't see more accidents, because folks were driving crazy. Twice I had folks try to enter my lane whilst I was directly beside them.)

After I escaped from New Haven, the weather turned quite nice, with bright sun and unseasonably warm temperatures. I arrived at Al's not long before dinner, so we headed out in search of food. I wound up getting a free meal because there was masking tape in my garlic mashed potatoes. I discovered this when what I initially thought was some potato skin in my forkful of mash resolutely refused to break apart when I tried to chew it. No harm done, and I might not have even mentioned it if our waiter had not arrived a minute later for the usual mid-meal "How is everything?" Free food!

Watched Hoodwinked afterwards, a movie that I'd meant to see, but never got around to. It's laugh out loud hilarious retelling of "Little Red Riding Hood" from the point of view of the police investigation following the whole incident. I especially liked the private detective, a frog named Nick Flippers, who wears a William Powell-esque mustache, and investigates cases accompanied by a little terrier. I'm going to need to own a copy.

Today it's hang out for awhile, then off to baby!sis's for an early dinner (3 p.m.). I spend the night at sis #2's tonight, and then the traditional family Christmas dinner at sis #1's tomorrow, and back on the road home after that.

Heroes

Dec. 7th, 2006 02:10 pm
dxmachina: (Thunderbird 1)
Kenneth Taylor died this past November 25th after a long illness, less than two weeks short of the 65th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor. It was during the attack that Taylor and his wingman, George Welch became heroes as the most successful of the handful of American pilots who managed to get into the air during the attack. They'd been partying the night before, and as dawn broke they were still in their tuxedos at the Officer's Club at Wheeler Field, the main Army fighter base a few miles north of Pearl, trying to decide whether to finally hit the sack, or to go up to the north shore for a swim. They chose sleep, but it didn't last long.

Real fighter jocks... )

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I happened to stumble across an airing of Pearl Harbor last week, the first time I'd watched it I think since it was in theatres, and I still can't believe how awful the flight sequences in it are, with the P-40's and Zeroes whizzing around a few feet off the ground like Star Wars X-Wings. Truly an abomination.
dxmachina: (Runforit)
So, I throw a couple of lovely pork chops on the grill, brined a la Alton, then close the top, and head inside for a couple three minutes. When I come back out to turn them over, I discover that the propane has run out. No biggie, I have a spare tank. I disconnect the empty, put it next to the stoop, and then start attaching the spare.

Next thing I know I'm being swarmed by hornets, who're madder than... Well, you get the idea. Apparently they'd built a nest in a metal support tube for one of the side shelves, and didn't appreciate my banging around directly below it. Got stung once on my left hand, and swatted away a couple of others who were moving in to get a piece of me. They stayed mad for awhile afterwards, too. I never did get the tank attached. I brought the meat inside, and finished it in a pan. While it was cooking, I slathered Benadryl gel on the sting. My hand still hurt like hell.

After it got dark, I went out and sprayed some general purpose insecticide into the underside of the shelf, with particular attention to the support tube. It's gusty out, so even staying upwind I managed to spray myself a couple of times. I showered afterwards. I'll have to hose down the grill before I use it again, too.

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This all started with a trip to BJs yesterday morning. It was such a lovely day after the miserable heat, that I just couldn't wait to get out and buy stuff. They had big packs pork chops and boneless pork ribs on sale. I was in Homer Simpson heaven. I also picked up a cheap DVD, a big box o'Tide, and sundry other things.

The DVD was The Bridges at Toko-Ri, in which William Holden plays a bitter Navy carrier pilot during the Korean War. He's assigned to the fictional carrier USS Savo Island, which is sailing in formation with another carrier, the (non-fictional) USS Hornet, so you see it's all fucking connected...

The movie is based on a James Michener novel about the futility of war (aren't they all), and the creepy fascination of a commanding Admiral (Fredrik March) for young men who remind him of his dead son. It was an unusual book for Michener in that's it's short. I've never much cared for the story. Mostly I watch it for the aerial scenes, which are first rate, and nekkid Grace Kelly. (Okay, she's neck deep in a Japanese bath at the time, but still, nekkid.)

I actually read the novel a very long time ago, and the movie is pretty faithful to it. The only real deviation is that instead of the F2H Banshees the squadron flies in the novel, the movie has them in F9F Panthers. The planes were contemporaries, and flew the same sorts of missions, so not that big a deal. (John Glenn and Ted Williams flew Panthers. Jim Lovell and Neil Armstrong flew Banshees.) It's just that the Panther lasted a little longer in service, so that's what was still available when the movie was made. The Savo Island in the movie was played by the USS Oriskany, which was itself in the news a couple of months ago when it was scuttled in the Gulf of Mexico to create an artificial reef.
dxmachina: (Thunderbird 1)
I finally got round to watching Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, and had a cracking good time. The homages were hilarious. The Thunderbirds opening was great, right down to the blinking eyes in the portraits, and I loved the kiddie airplanes at the end. Plus, floating bunnies!

Boskone 43

Feb. 20th, 2006 02:59 pm
dxmachina: (Books)
So, Boskone. I came. I saw. It kicked my ass...

Saturday... )

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Sunday... )

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I had a good time, and yet I'm beginning to wonder how useful cons are to me. I'm too much of an introvert for the social aspect to be much of a draw. The acquaintances I do have tend to be looking for very different things in SF books than I am, so I just sort of shut up and listen (by which I mean I have nothing to add to the conversation other than occasional trivia). Panels are so hit or miss, and are too easily derailed. Of course, the fact that my headache is still with me may be coloring my perceptions just now. I know that for the most part, I enjoyed last year more. There were more panels that interested me. This time, there were a couple of times when I couldn't find anything I really wanted to sit in on.
dxmachina: (Snow)
Man, we've been having some wild and wacky weather for the last week or so. It started off pretty nice last week when we got a three-day mini-March. Then Mama Nature decided March was over, and gave us an entire month's worth of warmish April showers on Saturday. Sunday we got a snow squall, and then Monday the temperature dropped down to sub-arctic levels, flash freezing all that moisture that was laying about. I had a helluva time opening the door on my truck Monday morning. Yesterday was very nice, cold but sunny, a typical January day, and I noticed that the sky still had a little light left in it when I left work. Today we have a reverse nor'easter going on, windy as all get out (but from the southwest), with heavy, horizontal rain. Can't wait to see what we get next.

In honor of the bad weather, I've been hunkering down and cooking large pots of comfort food. Saturday it was beef stew. Sunday, I'd got some ground beef on sale, put half aside for meat sauce, and made taco meat out of the rest for taco salad. Last night I poached a package of boneless chicken breasts in broth and wine. Now I have enough food leftover for a good long time.

Over Christmas, I bought the DVD of Murder My Sweet, the original movie version of Chandler's Farewell My Lovely, and since I'd never read the novel, I decided to do that first before watching the DVD. Farewell My Lovely... )

Now the sun's out. Huh. Still windy, though.
dxmachina: (Xmas)
It's been a weekend full of odds and ends. I haven't really gotten much into the spirit of the season yet. I haven't played any Christmas music, and had only watched a few Christmassy things prior to the weekend. I haven't even done what little decorating I usually do. I hung up the few cards that have arrived so far, but that's about it. Maybe I'll go upstairs and get the wreath for my front door out when I'm done with this. I've done some shopping, but there's much more to be done. I suspect a lot of people will be getting gift cards.

Yesterday morning I finally finished designing a Christmas card. It's a bit different from others I've done in that I used an image I found on the web as a base, rather than one I took myself. Not especially happy about that part of it. I need to get out and take some photos. Anyway, I headed into work to use the color laser printer. Ya know, someday some bright engineer will design a printer that can print something from the bypass feeder without sucking an additional three sheets of cardstock most of the way through the works, too. Since it hasn't happened yet, I spent two hours feeding the blank cards through the system one at a time. Still, I got them printed, wrote most of them, printed addresses on the envelopes, and put stamps on 'em. Then I went to the post office, which turned out to have closed fifteen minutes earlier. So I put them in the mailbox out front, so they'll be whisked on their way first thing tomorrow. Well most of them. I also ran out of stamps, so I have to get some more to mail the rest.

I spent the rest of the day, and most of today fiddling with DVD authoring software. I have Nerovision Express, which came with my burner. It's easy to use in terms of adding and arranging clips and chapters, but is totally braindead when it comes to setting up the menus. I hunted around for something better that wouldn't cost me anything, but the one package I tried was harder to use, and no less braindead. I was able to find an upgrade from Nero that addressed one of the dead lobes, and that plus another workaround was able to allow me to do something close to what I wanted, so I went that way. It took a few tries to get it all right, but it worked.

The main problem with all this is that it takes two to three hours for the software to do all the encoding on each iteration of the project, so there was a lot of waiting around to do. I filled the time last night watching Christmas specials. First up was A Christmas Story, which was the first time I've popped in the DVD that came with the leg lamp my sisters got me last Christmas. (No, I do not have it set up in the front window.) Then I watched A Wish for Wings That Work with Opus and Bill. One of the best Christmas specials ever, and it's never shown. So much good stuff, including Robin Williams as a lovesick kiwi with wing envy. There are so many good lines:

I have no need for a sidekick, sir, but still he'd like to be my best buddy. But then stink bugs would like to dance the watusi in my shorts, too. I mean, you gotta draw the line somewhere.

I finished up with Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol, still one of my favorites. Which is odd, because I never was a fan of the Magoo shorts. Even when I was little I never thought the one-note joke of his nearsightedness was especially funny. Fortunately, there's not much of it here. This was the first version of A Christmas Carol I ever saw, and I love it to pieces, even if it does take certain liberties. (The first time I saw the Alastair Sim version, the presence of Scrooge's nephew bothered me immensely, because he didn't appear in the Magoo version.) There are some truly memorable songs in it, too, especially Jack Cassidy doing "Whitest, Brightest Christmas." I need to go get myself a copy on DVD. I also need to watch the George C. Scott version. I haven't seen it in years. I did see Captain Picard's version for the first time a few nights ago. I didn't like it as much as some of the others.

Today I flipped on the tube just in time to catch the start of Fellowship of the Ring, and I took it as a cue to watch the extended version instead. Then I watched the Two Towers, and now I've just started the Return of the King. Another kind of Christmastime tradition. Still in love with Eowyn.

The wreath is up. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
dxmachina: (Calvin)
Odd coincidences are neat. One such occurred last weekend when I was watching DVDs whilst puttering around the house. The first was Sink the Bismarck, about how the British naval staff coordinated the search for and ultimate destruction of the infamous German Battleship from down in the basement of the Admiralty. Okay, it's not really as dry as all that. There are some corking good naval gunnery battle sequences, along with the obligatory melodrama down in the basement. Fortunately, the melodrama is understated and doesn't detract or distract from the story much. (As compared to the execrable Midway, which is essentially the same movie, except set in the Pacific a year later. Instead of Sir Kenneth More quietly going about his business down in the basement, we get Charlton Heston chewing scenery as a one-man task force, along with Hal Holbrook affecting one of the worst accents ever, and an insane side plot about Chuck's son's Japanese girlfriend being carted off to an internment camp. So awful. I'm ashamed to admit that I actually paid to see it.)

But I digress... )

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It'a only 6:30, and I've already had twelve trick-or-treaters. Good thing I bought extra candy on the way home.
dxmachina: (Opus)
The stars and the full moon are visible in the sky tonight. What's up with that?

Spent this morning playing CIA analyst. I was watching This Old House the other night, and their new project is located in Cambridge. One of the things that surprised me about is that the house is only about fifty years old, and it is a modern style house, all boxes and angles, not at all TOH's usual choice. The other thing that surprised me was the size of the back yard, which was very large. That seemed decidely un-Cambridge-like, at least for the neighborhoods I was familiar with.

Anyway, I was curious as to where it was. I've seen one other TOH project house, Kirkside, but that was by accident. It's right on Rt. 20 in the center of Wayland, and I happened to drive by it one day. This one is a bit more secluded. Now, TOH doesn't give the address, so I had to do some Googling. First I found an brief article in one of Cambridge's free papers that mentioned what neighborhood, then found a real estate site that mentioned what part of town the neighborhood was in. After that I just used Google Earth's satellite imagery to search the neighborhood visually. That was a piece of cake, first because the satellite imagery for Cambridge has incredible resolution, probably the best in the whole database, making it easy to zoom in to see details. Second, the house is all boxes and very pink. It sticks out like a sore thumb in a neighborhood full of Victorians. I drove by it today in the pouring rain. I didn't stop. There were a couple of contractors trailers there, but nobody was working. I was surprised at how much smaller it looked in person than it did on TV.

I didn't drive to Cambridge this afternoon just to satisfy a whim. I was up there to exercise my long unused, mad organic chemistry teaching skilz for [livejournal.com profile] vwbug. It was fun for me, because it's something I like to think I'm good at, and I rarely get the opportunity anymore. I hope it was useful for vw. Afterwards, she, [livejournal.com profile] helvirago, and I went out for dinner, then saw Serenity. I'd seen one of the preview showings, but it was nice to see the final product. Also, I got to pay attention to things that I didn't know would be important later. Still bugged by Joss's complete lack of science education, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the movie again.
dxmachina: (Dandelions)
...about the Stargate movie. (Which is on right now, and I generally watch the beginning when I can. I don't care much for the rest of the film, but I like the figuring out part.) Why exactly did they need Daniel Jackson at the beginning? They'd already matched six of the figures on the cover stone to symbols on the gate, and they'd figured out how to get them to lock in. Katherine as much as said so when they fired up the gate after Daniel presented his analysis. It didn't really matter that they were constellations. They already knew they worked regardless of definition. All they had to do was try each of the remaining symbols with the first six to until the gate opened. They probably could have done that in an afternoon. (And of course have the V-8 moment when they realized the seventh symbol had been on the cover stone all along.) Don't get me wrong. It's nice to know why those particular symbols were chosen, and I can see why they would need him once they activated the gate, and found out that the symbols were different on Abydos. Just another movie nitpick.
dxmachina: (Calvin)
I saw the advanced preview of the Big Damn Movie last night. It was at Providence Place Mall, which meant I had to break my no-going-to-Providence-Place-ever rule. I hate Providence Place for two reasons. First, the owners were given huge tax breaks to build it, despite the fact that they almost certainly didn't need them, so these already rich folk took money out of my pocket to build it. Second, it was built on the site of the old URI Extension building, the first place I ever taught a lecture course, thus trampling all over my personal history. Pillocks. It also completely blocks what used to be a wonderful view of the State House from 95 North, so there's that bit of collateral damage as well.

I went a little early just to see what the place was like, and knowing there's a Popeye's there for dinner. It's pretty much like every other mall I've ever seen. The only store I went into was a Newbury's, where I was amused to see that every single CD and DVD in the place had a massive anti-theft device attached to it, something I've never seen at any other Newbury's. Is Providence Place really that bad a neighborhood, or does the Nordies crowd just shoplift more than the folks in Warwick or on Newbury Street?

I had dinner, and just hung out reading my book (Before Midnight, by Rex Stout) while trying to spot the browncoats. Like shooting fish in a barrel for a lot of them. At about quarter after nine I went upstairs to the theatre, and got there just as they were opening the doors for the longish line that was waiting. I made a pit stop, and by the time I got back, the line had disappeared inside. Oddly enough, it was only after the line was gone that the tchotchkes arrived, so I had first pick of the programs and keychains. Given the size of the line, I was a bit worried about finding a decent seat, but there were still plenty to choose from (I wound up with an aisle seat at the back), so I'd timed it all perfectly.

So, you're in a theatre packed with the Geekiest Geeks in Geekonia with forty-five minutes to kill. Whadda ya do? It was Joss's birthday, so they passed around a card for people to sign (by the time it got to me, the pen was running out of ink), and sang "Happy Birthday." Twice. The second time was so that someone could videotape it for conversion to a DVD that would be mailed with the card to Joss. @@. There was also a guy in a stupid looking hat who led the crowd in a rendition of "The Hero of Canton." I just sat and read.

There was a brief, funny introduction to the preview by Joss, and then the film started. I'll start out by saying that I enjoyed Serenity quite a bit. Spoilery observations and nitpicks... )

After the theatre let out, I was making my way down the parking garage when a pack of frat boys blocked my path, and asked if they could ride in the bed of my truck down to the lowest level of the garage (I was about three stories up at this point). I pointed out that I have a bed lid, and the guy doing the talking started back to walking, but one of the other assholes jumped on top of it... At which point I gunned the engine while watching him slide off the back. People are frelling stupid. And one more strike against Providence Place.
dxmachina: (Default)
This is me taking a break from reviewing and revising SOPs. Lately I've been very turnip-like at home, and work has been busy. Yesterday afternoon was spent reinstalling WinXP on a machine that had been hijacked. A good chunk of today was spent disinfecting another machine. Feh. In my perfect world, people who write adware get tied up and handed over to Angelus along with a pair of rusty tweezers.

More dull and boring... )

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The Dodgers take on the Twins tonight for the first time since the '65 Series. By coincidence, I just downloaded a copy of the 7th game of the '65 Series from mlb.com, so I'll have something to get me into the spirit of the thing before tonight's game kicks off.
dxmachina: (Hobbes)
Didn't do a damn thing on it today. The weather critters promised heavy rain all day, but not a drop fell, and the sun peeked out again for the second afternoon in a row. One gets tired of being lied to.

I went to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy last night, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Will probably get the DVD when it comes out. They showed the Serenity trailer beforehand, and it looked good. This morning, I watched the DVD of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow that I picked up used from Amazon. It's not nearly as much fun on the small screen as it was in the theatre. Still sad that Polly Perkins wasn't stomped by a robot.

Thanks to the good folks at TBS, I also got to watch the Dodgers drop two of three to the Braves, and almost blow the third. They managed to drop from first to third place in a single day. Getting kind of tired of Jim Tracy's apparent mutant ability of leaving his starter in exactly one batter too long, although not to the extent that some of the posters over at DT have. The hostility by some is getting to be a bit much at times. Lighten up. It's just a game.

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