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Sweet Christmases [11 Jun 2008|11:07am]
For reasons that are probably obvious, I've been on something of a comfort kick lately. Comfort food, comfort reading, comfort play. Old PS2 games, pasta with nana-sauce from my local Italian red-sauce joint (you know it's nana-sauce when you find the shreds of stew meat), and a sudden desire to reconnect with a pile of old comics characters.

I was a huge X-Men geek as a teenager, but that's a landscape that's been pretty much destroyed by too much tourism. Spiderman, Batman, Daredevil? Same thing; they've been juiced to the point where there's not much savor left in them, at least for me. Oddly, the characters I'm finding myself missing are the ones I wouldn't have described as important at the time. Looking back, I read a *lot* of the B-team character books in the 80's. Marvel Two-in-One (starring the Thing), The Defenders, Power Man and Iron Fist, even The Avengers back when it was kind of unclear why some of the characters were there or what they were supposed to be Avenging. (I was always more of a Marvel guy; over at DC, I was reading The Question and Mike Grell's Green Arrrow, but never cared enough about the universe to dig into the DC Bs)

Grant Morrison made an interesting observation in an interview where he talked about writing superheroes as a form of magical practice. Because in essence, no matter what their described power happens to be, the *real* power of every character is that no matter how badly beaten, how hurt, how lost, or outnumbered they might be, the Superhero Is Going To Win In The End.

And that's a comfortable thought.
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Gaiman Tickets for tomorrow night [23 May 2008|01:42am]
In a masterful feat of poor planning, I have three tickets for the Neil Gaiman talk tomorrow night I can't use. (I'm on-call again this weekend.) Since they're not in my hands at the moment, arranging a transfer might be impossible, but assuming it's not, anyone have a burning desire to go?

-J
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Yo ho yo ho, a pirate's life for me. [28 Apr 2008|11:43am]
Worst Pirate Ship Name Ever: The Black Kleenex
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It's my holiday! [03 Apr 2008|10:49am]
I don't remember where I read it (I think it was some random "man's guide to life"-type book from the early 90's) but one of the better pieces of advice I've received about holidays was that you could avoid holiday burnout by recognizing that you didn't need to celebrate all of them with equal vigor. Pick one, it suggested. Do the hell out of it. This isn't the easy way out; if you get to show up at Christmas with nothing more than a bottle of wine and a couple of presents, at Easter you damned well better be the one with the ham, lamb, eggs, holy water, and raspberry-jam filled chocolate crucifixes.

My holiday is Cheese Weasel Day. And that's today, April 3rd.


Sing the song!

Who brings the cheese on April 3rd?
The Cheese Weasel

He's not a silly bunny or a reindeer or a bird,

He's the Cheese Weasel

He's got a funny little tail

And tiny buck teeth

He doesn't bring fish, and he

Doesn't bring beef

So you'd better be good if you wanna get some cheese

From the Cheese Weasel!


Do the dance! (There still isn't a dance, though the thought of the Cheese Weasel occasionally inspires me to terpsichorean leaps of joy.)

Eat the Cheese! (I recommend aged gouda with the little lactic acid crystals or fresh cheese curds that go *squeak* against your teeth!)


Happy Cheese Weasel Day everyone!
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Bad Greek restaurant! Bad! [19 Mar 2008|01:44pm]
I really wanted soup today, but the Soup Factory options were not to my liking. Instead I went to the local Greek grill. The food is terrific but it's slightly too expensive to justify as a regular lunch place. They *do* have an awesome giant beans in tomato sauce though, which normally I have to haunt the markets of Watertown to find. And looking at the hot dishes today, I noticed they had a side of green beans in tomato as well, something that's always been serious comfort food for me. I have no idea where my mom/grandmother picked up the recipe (I don't think there's an Italian equivalent) and it's one of those preparations that throws most of the modern thinking about veggies out the window. Al Dente? Screw that. Cook 'em until they're almost a part of the sauce, so mushy you can strain them between your teeth. All the vitamins and flavor stay in the pot and it's warm and pretty to look at, all brilliant reds and greens. It's cold and sleeting and childhood at $2.50 a half-pint is a pretty good deal...

...except it ain't my childhood. They put *DILL* in it.

I'm sure somewhere there's someone else is going "Mmm! Just like Mom used to make!" and it probably is. Just not like my mom.

The chicken gyro was pretty awesome though.
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If you called your dad he could stop it all [14 Mar 2008|04:07pm]
One of my more favorite pieces of music is the Ben Folds-produced remake of Pulp's "Common People" as performed by William Shatner.

Now Chris's Super-Blog (recently responsible for the brilliant Bring It On in Thirty Seconds) has done an Archie mashup.





But she didn't understand. She just smiled and held my hand...
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Do *not* crush the nut! [14 Mar 2008|11:58am]
The oddest part of writing a story is the cruft that gets caught in the mental lint trap afterward. Most of my study-date last night with [info]omegabeth was spent reading stuff like this:


The older [Cessna] 150's have a mechanical oil temperature gage. The temp bulb in the oil screen on the back of the engine has a metal tube connected to it which runs to the gage in the instrument panel. This is a sealed unit and if broken open, crushed or damaged in almost any way, will not function. The entire gage/bulb/tube assembly must be replaced as a unit and is no longer available new.

The biggest problem is the 5/8 hex "nut" that retains the bulb into the steel adapter, which is, in turn, screwed into the brass oil screen "nut". Removing the screen for cleaning during oil changes requires that you unscrew the 5/8 hex "nut" and pull the bulb out of the screen. You then cut the safety wire and using a one inch open end wrench, remove the brass screen "nut" to which the screen is attached, and the steel adapter fitting for the temp bulb.

This 5/8 "nut" is very thin walled, and the flats of the hex are only about 1/8 inch wide. This nut cannot be replaced as it is put on before the temp bulb is soldered to the tube and "charged "

I say all of this only to warn the unwary that the proper tools are a must for removing and installing this temp bulb repeatly without damaging it. The best tool to use is a 5/8 inch, 6 point "line wrench", which will give the most surface contact with the thin nut without damaging it. DO NOT use an open end wrench, as the nut will be rounded off. If the nut is rounded off, the best choice of tools seems to be a special pair of vice-grip pliers with a special jaw, which can clamp down on three of the six flats of the nut. It is a p/n 7LW. Care must be exercised when using this, to not crush the nut.
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When Verbiage Attacks! [11 Mar 2008|10:31am]
If encountered, try to make yourself look bigger, scream, shout, and if it comes to a confrontation, curl yourself into as small a ball as possible and let them bat you around until they get tired and go away. Do not attempt to run, they're faster than you are. And...um...I know they look cute but hippopotamuses are actually really dangerous. Don't fuck with them either.

Meanwhile, here they are, safe behind glass:

Relationship
Borrow
Date
Should
Agreed
Fault
never
always
truth
mine
deadline
hate
Reasonable
Promise
Innocent
justice
worth
morality
Life
Intimate
Human

(And "hamsterfuck" which is a word to which I've never given a huge amount of thought before, but I'm sure as heck wondering about it now. BTW, [info]nihilistic_kid, I have word from the source that your cookies have not been forgotten...)
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[10 Mar 2008|11:47am]
Language is funny. Given it's the transmission of not-entirely-understood chemical processes through an unreliable meat-based interface to a second equally unreliable receiver with equally mysterious chemical post-processing, it's not surprising that it's full of words for which meaning is entirely dependent on context. You can say --or even mean-- one thing, and that meaning can be entirely lost somewhere between brains. Mostly this isn't a problem since most people aren't saying anything terribly important the majority of the time.

However, there are some words which are potentially dangerous. If you had to buy them, there'd probably be a five day waiting period. If they were sex, they'd be that thing you only agreed to because you were a little drunk and you'd been together for a long long time and it was his/her birthday. If they were animals, they'd be the type of thing Steve Irwin would fondle only after a great deal of thought.


Poll #1151817 The Bestiary of Dangerous Words
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

Candidates for the Bestiary of Dangerous Words

View Answers

Love
15 (78.9%)

Sex
6 (31.6%)

God
10 (52.6%)

Need
13 (68.4%)

Forever
14 (73.7%)

Add your own!



Watch for The Petting Zoo for Words of No Particular Consequence in a future post...
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One from today's tour of Fenway [09 Mar 2008|01:54am]
Summer's coming...


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Oh, you mean *that* tree! [09 Mar 2008|12:45am]
[ music | High winds ]

As it turns out, that thud that shook the bed wasn't just the wind. Half the oak in our front yard just gave up the ghost, narrowly missing the porch and the office window. We knew the bugs were making inroads but clearly they'd been hungrier than we thought.

Seems I'll be doing some sawing tomorrow...

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One last thing... [06 Mar 2008|10:50am]
[ mood | Fear and Loathing ]

[info]muffyjo got me Hunter S. Thompson. On a skateboard.

No, really. Floppy hat, flowered shirt, "I <3 L.V." satchel and all. Oh yeah, and a skateboard.

When my father was very angry, he used to shout "Jesus H. Christ on a Crutch". This always seemed kinda counterintuitive to me; I mean, he's *Jesus*. Metaphysician, heal thyself. I think "Hunter S. Thompson on a Skateboard" works just as well if not better. Wordsmith, do an ollie.

It's certainly been Bat Country lately, but lacking a crazed Samoan lawyer? [info]muffyjo is the one you want in the jumpseat with the flyswatter...

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Hmf, bloody electronics. Here now, it's half-eleven. [03 Mar 2008|12:35pm]
One of the more interesting things about ancestral archeology are the things nobody wants.

Like this little guy:





Admittedly, it didn't work when I found it, but it's old enough that there's nothing inside that can't be replaced with a minimum of effort. A light touch with a probe in the right place and it started right back up, probably for the first time in thirty years or more.

I don't know what kind of time it keeps but it goes "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick" all day and I'm finding that kind of soothing right now.
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That Goofy Movie Meme [21 Feb 2008|03:52pm]
I couldn't resist and by now you probably know the drill. Ten movies, identified by the quotes below. Be the first to identify a film in comments for eternal fame and glory.

If this were a music quiz, I'd be apologizing for the lack of classical, jazz and, well, pretty much anything beyond fun bubblegum pop. These are the movies that I throw in the DVD player when I'm working and need some background music.


1.) What the hell happened?!?
An explosion of flavor! I'm working with some very unstable herbs!

[info]radioactiverich snags one of the more obscure offerings, identifying the kitchen scene in Accepted, one of the better PG teen comedies of the last ten years.

2.)Look, if I wanted cuisine, I'd have gone to Paris, all right?
You can still go to France, mate, it's not too far, it's full of pricks and they hate fucking yanks as well.

[info]mangosteen gets the ID but missed the charm of the totally made of awesomeness that is Formula 51. Assassins, drug dealers, Meatloaf, and Samuel L. Jackson as a hip chemist in a kilt. It rocks.

3.)She also has a very soft skin. The only trouble with snake women is they copulate with horses, which makes them strange to me. She say's she doesn't. That's why I call her "Doesn't Like Horses". But, of course, she's lying.
[info]scholargipsy makes the fair point that I knocked off three of his, so he gets a couple of free ones as well. God knows he had to listen to me talk about Little Big Man often enough. Made in 1970, it's my favorite Dustin Hoffman movie, probably the best western of the period, and a pretty cool adventure movie to boot. Incredibly formative for me. (I still distrust snake women because of it.)

4.)I don't know anyone who could get through the day without two or three juicy rationalizations. They're more important than sex.
Aw, come on! Nothing's more important than sex.
Oh yeah? Ever gone a week without a rationalization?

[info]surrealestate nails it with both actor (Jeff Goldblum) and the movie The Big Chill. This was one of our test tapes when I worked at the TV/VCR repair shop; I've likely seen it well over 100 times.

5.)I was in the room here one day... watchin' the Mexican channel on TV. I don't know nothin' about Pele. I'm watchin' what this guy can do with a ball and his feet. Next thing I know, he jumps in the air and flips into a somersault and kicks the ball in - upside down and backwards... the goddamn goalie never knew what the fuck hit him. Pele gets excited and he rips off his jersey and starts running around the stadium waving it around his head. Everybody's screaming in Spanish. I'm here, sitting alone in my room, and I start crying.
[pause]
That's right, I start crying. Because another human being, a species that I happen to belong to, could kick a ball, and lift himself, and the rest of us sad-assed human beings, up to a better place to be, if only for a minute... let me tell ya, kid - it was pretty goddamned glorious. It ain't the six minutes... it's what happens in that six minutes.

Once again coming through with the retro knowledge that's made him famous the world over, [info]jimmystagger nails the Visionquest reference. Matthew Modine as a high school wrestler, it made me want to be a better person when I was 14 or so.

6.)I love you. And I'm about to boldly go where...many men have gone before.
[info]mdm_sosostris appealed to the judges and got her disqualification lifted for the win on this one, identifying William Miller's declaration of love to a semi-unconscious Penny Lane in Almost Famous. Her steroid test is still pending however.

7.)Oh. It's not easy getting rides. Do you know what I mean? I mean most people are real afraid to pick up hitchhikers. I mean you never know who you might pick up. I mean I could be some crazed slime ball. I mean a real deranged, violent psycho. You know what I mean? I mean a guy who would rip out your heart and eat it just for pleasure. I'm talking about a total maniac. You know what I mean? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
Again, best friend [info]scholargipsy for the point on another movie that defined way too much of my mispent adolescence and likely is the reason I'm the weird romantic with a gift for ambiguity I am now. It's The Sure Thing Gibb. A sure thing...

8.)Okay, I wish you hadn't shot my girlfriends dog. Even though Poe and I were not exactly what you'd call simpatico that's no reason he should've taken two in the chest.
[info]mdm_sosostris grabbed this one fast as well, Michael Douglas as writer Grady Trip in Wonder Boys.

9.)Do you wish Rhett never loved Scarlett? Rick didn't have Ilsa or Harry never loved Sally? Someone once said it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Succeed or fail, we must make the attempt, it's our nature. Now if it were up to me, as it usually is, I would order this. But its not. Because Claire is right in pointing out the enormous danger potential in any relationship with a man as intelligent but fantastically flakey as Robert. But I must point out the possibilities, the potential, for true love and happiness are equally great. Risk... risk is our business. That's what relationships are all about. That's why we're out there.

10.)There's a bunch of cameras out there right now waiting to make a joke of this, Mick. So you can either stop, give them the sound bite, do the dance. Or you can hold your head up and walk by, and the next time we're in Boston, we'll go out there and work the wall together. Don't help them make a joke out of you.
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All Saints Day [04 Feb 2008|11:49am]
When the demons and giants have gone to bed, and everyone is quiet and somber, pious faces dulled by the thought of heaven revoked.

It is a day in which the atheist must be careful, offering up just enough prayer and lamentation to pass as one of the faithful, without saying too much such that awkward interogations might ensue.

Ask me whether they got beat on the line or if it was a running game and I'm fucked, bound for the pyre...
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I fix things, things that make us go. [31 Jan 2008|11:28pm]
The coffee roaster suddenly stopped working a few weeks back. It made blowy noises, it generated heat, but the beans just sat in the bottom of the chamber getting scorched on the bottom.

I finally got around to calling the company yesterday. I spoke with a charming gentleman who assumed right off that anyone actually calling about their roaster could probably open it up, look at the various parts and troubleshoot what was wrong. "Yeah, it might be the motor diodes, or it could be the big resistor...you remove those three screws there and look under that thing..."

Turns out he was right. Took the roaster apart tonight and the four diodes arrayed around the motor (bridge rectifier?) had lost one of their brethren, leaving only three. A little solder, a little creative bending, and we've got fresh-roasted Cameroon for tomorrow morning.

It was a weird circuitous path that led me to a point where I can actually repair small household items. I'm still by no means handy, but every so often I feel like I have some idea how the material world fits together, that I have some practical knowledge that doesn't require a keyboard or a publisher to impart. And that's sort of an awesome feeling.
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Microreview: Cloverfield [31 Jan 2008|11:03am]
Cloverfield? You mean
that overhyped Abrams film?
Too awesome! Really!

Short, intense, and the first real advance in Kaiju movies in years. I have some minor quibbles (it's still a giant monster movie; there's a lot that doesn't make a lick of sense if you stop to think about it.) but logic and plot are sort of secondary to the rush of being at ground level during an all-out assault by something that looks like one of Godzilla's slightly less personable cousins. (Why, oh why, didn't they make an IMAX version?)

I'll be very, very curious to see what they make of this one in Japan...
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That's rock and roll... [07 Jan 2008|11:37am]
My band One Way Mirror appears to have found a stunning designer for the cover of our first album "More of Them Than Us"



Who'd have thought a polka trio that plays the biergartens of central Wisconsin could look so cool?
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The Atomic Age [04 Jan 2008|09:25am]


Uranium glass citrus juicer, UV flashlight.
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It's Science You Can Use! (Grad Student Edition) [05 Dec 2007|03:50pm]
[ music | GiiiiiiiJoooooooe!!!!! ]

Fact: Books are an insulator.

As such, that precarious mass of books, papers, and random cruft on your radiator? It's going to take a good long time to get warm enough that heat actually, you know, rises up and fills the room.

Lesson: Your radiator is not a bookcase.

Now you know! And knowing is half of being a mute pseudo-ninja with two swords running around with a babe with a crossbow.

Or something like that.

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