I got around to seeking Jonah Hex the other day. (I see less movies than you'd think, working at a movie theatre as I do.) It was better than I expected it to be.
I'm not familiar at all with the comic book it's based on, primarily since it's a DC publication. (not a fan, overall) There were a few political elements, as the nemesis in question is labeled a 'terrorista' by the American president. With good reason, since he targets primarily churches and hospitals for detonation. From what I could tell though, that's where it ended. Hex is resolutely anti-authority throughout, both toward the current government authorities and toward his former Confederate commanders. He's the typical hardened loner who doesn't let himself get too close to anyone, since they always seem to get hurt. There's also the usual compliment of steampunk gear: horse-mounted dual gatling guns and what have you.
That said, there were also several breaks from the expected forms.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
to be continued...
Whoops, got cut off. I was utilizing my break at work when all internet access died. It wasn't me, I'm sure of it, but we had to get a new modem. Then my home computer started eating itself. Still not sure what's up there.
So yes, I'm writing this from work. But I'm on my break! Really!
I'll write more later when I find some time.
So yes, I'm writing this from work. But I'm on my break! Really!
I'll write more later when I find some time.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Random Thing to Know
German chocolate cake isn't from Germany. It's named after its creator, Samuel German.
When computers finally fail, we're all doomed
We've been without our main server for about five days now. This is where we learn who really knows what all those numbers actually mean and who has just been blindly typing things every day. You can probably tell where this is going. Seems that while I was gone everybody just stared at the forms for a while and then left them in a stack for me. I'm reminded why I wrote all those programs and spreadsheet conversions in the first place. I almost don't blame them, these things are such a pain to deal with directly. Almost.
Oh well, enough about that. Having failed miserably as a host, I took Saturday off and went down to Denver to try to make up for it in part while Kirstin was there before she went back home Sunday. She was crashing at Kiso and Melissa's appartment, so I invited myself and declared I was cooking dinner (something I'd wanted to do while Kirstin was visiting but hadn't had time). Not to be left out, Kirstin decided to cook some chocolate cake for desert. While Kiso and Melissa were off doing job things, Kirstin and I were wandering around finding ingredients, then taking shifts cooking in the tiny kitchen while showing each other our respective collections of silly/dumb youtube clips. It was exactly what I'd hoped to be doing while she was up here, and I was only interrupted twice by calls from the theatre.
Lindsay was invited over too, and dinner was declared excellent. After that we retired to Kiso's computer to watch Erik the Viking (only Kiso and I had seen it before) and drink Kirstin's home-made scumble. Am I the only one who expects a director's cut to have more in it? What's the point of paying more for it if they've cut out bits and pieces everywhere? Meh. Apparently Kiso didn't remember it as well as I did, so I was the only one who cried out in shock whenever a scene was skipped. Still, on the whole it was bloody hilarious.
That night I crashed on Kiso's floor while Kirstin took the couch. The next day I said goodbye again to Kirstin, feeling that I'd at least made up a little for the lameness of the previous week.
Oh well, enough about that. Having failed miserably as a host, I took Saturday off and went down to Denver to try to make up for it in part while Kirstin was there before she went back home Sunday. She was crashing at Kiso and Melissa's appartment, so I invited myself and declared I was cooking dinner (something I'd wanted to do while Kirstin was visiting but hadn't had time). Not to be left out, Kirstin decided to cook some chocolate cake for desert. While Kiso and Melissa were off doing job things, Kirstin and I were wandering around finding ingredients, then taking shifts cooking in the tiny kitchen while showing each other our respective collections of silly/dumb youtube clips. It was exactly what I'd hoped to be doing while she was up here, and I was only interrupted twice by calls from the theatre.
Lindsay was invited over too, and dinner was declared excellent. After that we retired to Kiso's computer to watch Erik the Viking (only Kiso and I had seen it before) and drink Kirstin's home-made scumble. Am I the only one who expects a director's cut to have more in it? What's the point of paying more for it if they've cut out bits and pieces everywhere? Meh. Apparently Kiso didn't remember it as well as I did, so I was the only one who cried out in shock whenever a scene was skipped. Still, on the whole it was bloody hilarious.
That night I crashed on Kiso's floor while Kirstin took the couch. The next day I said goodbye again to Kirstin, feeling that I'd at least made up a little for the lameness of the previous week.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
My life continues to suck my soul away, and somehow I continue to be surprised
Kirstin, long-time bud from college, came up to visit for a few days last week. Coincidentally, last week all scheduling went to hell.
She told me a little late, so I wasn't able to ask for time off. No big deal, I'll try to leave early on this day and go in late on that day, get someone to cover my shifts at the bookstore, and we'll still have mornings to hang out.
Day 1: Nobody could cover my shift at the bookstore, so I wasn't available to hang out until 8pm.
Day 2: The boss woke me up at 9:30am and asked me to come in early to watch the techs install the new projector, because apparently they can't do it without someone watching. Lame, but since I was doing my leave early/go in late thing the next couple of days, I figured it was an okay trade. Left at 8:30pm, went out for sushi with K.
Day 3: The boss woke me up at 8:00am and wanted to know why the hell I wasn't at the theatre meeting the techs. I went to the theatre to meet the techs and proceeded to wait for another FOUR HOURS until I was scheduled to come in and open the theatre. They showed up around 6pm just as I was trying to leave early. Took K to game night, where we grilled and goofed off.
Day 4: Go in late day! Was called every hour or so with angry questions by the theatre, but they were preoccupied with the computers all crashing. K and I played discgolf and then wandered around having fun in Breck for a while before I went to work at 6pm. She came by the theatre later and we watched the last show of Prince of Persia.
Day 5: Was woken up by call from the bookstore at 9am. No, I didn't know I was scheduled to work today. I'll be right there. Got away from bookstore at 1pm. Okay, 2 hours to hang out with Kirstin before I have to work at the theatre and she has to leave. At 1:03pm the boss called to say they're almost ready to start training us with the new projector and I need to come in. Got there at 1:20 and watched them be 'almost ready' for about 45 minutes before finally losing all patience and leaving. Spent a blissful 50 minutes eating pizza for lunch with K with my phone turned off, then went in at my scheduled time at 3pm.
Hey, no worries. It'd only been 5 years since Kirstin last visited. I'll probably see her up here again in another 5.
I'm pretty laid back about most things. Losing my job would suck, but I can always get another one. A random person throws a rock through my car window, lame that I have to replace it but what else can I do? What I do stress about is my friends and relationships. Windows and jobs come and go, but you can't replace love and respect once it's lost. I'm seriously upset right now that Kirstin practically wasted her vacation days to come up here and veg out at my place and endure my obnoxiously over-friendly roommates while I worked a freaking 60-hr week. I wouldn't blame her if she didn't visit again even in 5 years, and Kirstin is the only friend who's ever come just to visit me (rather than coming by because they're in the area doing something else).
Argh. I try not to get overly dramatic but like I said, this is what's most important to me.
She told me a little late, so I wasn't able to ask for time off. No big deal, I'll try to leave early on this day and go in late on that day, get someone to cover my shifts at the bookstore, and we'll still have mornings to hang out.
Day 1: Nobody could cover my shift at the bookstore, so I wasn't available to hang out until 8pm.
Day 2: The boss woke me up at 9:30am and asked me to come in early to watch the techs install the new projector, because apparently they can't do it without someone watching. Lame, but since I was doing my leave early/go in late thing the next couple of days, I figured it was an okay trade. Left at 8:30pm, went out for sushi with K.
Day 3: The boss woke me up at 8:00am and wanted to know why the hell I wasn't at the theatre meeting the techs. I went to the theatre to meet the techs and proceeded to wait for another FOUR HOURS until I was scheduled to come in and open the theatre. They showed up around 6pm just as I was trying to leave early. Took K to game night, where we grilled and goofed off.
Day 4: Go in late day! Was called every hour or so with angry questions by the theatre, but they were preoccupied with the computers all crashing. K and I played discgolf and then wandered around having fun in Breck for a while before I went to work at 6pm. She came by the theatre later and we watched the last show of Prince of Persia.
Day 5: Was woken up by call from the bookstore at 9am. No, I didn't know I was scheduled to work today. I'll be right there. Got away from bookstore at 1pm. Okay, 2 hours to hang out with Kirstin before I have to work at the theatre and she has to leave. At 1:03pm the boss called to say they're almost ready to start training us with the new projector and I need to come in. Got there at 1:20 and watched them be 'almost ready' for about 45 minutes before finally losing all patience and leaving. Spent a blissful 50 minutes eating pizza for lunch with K with my phone turned off, then went in at my scheduled time at 3pm.
Hey, no worries. It'd only been 5 years since Kirstin last visited. I'll probably see her up here again in another 5.
I'm pretty laid back about most things. Losing my job would suck, but I can always get another one. A random person throws a rock through my car window, lame that I have to replace it but what else can I do? What I do stress about is my friends and relationships. Windows and jobs come and go, but you can't replace love and respect once it's lost. I'm seriously upset right now that Kirstin practically wasted her vacation days to come up here and veg out at my place and endure my obnoxiously over-friendly roommates while I worked a freaking 60-hr week. I wouldn't blame her if she didn't visit again even in 5 years, and Kirstin is the only friend who's ever come just to visit me (rather than coming by because they're in the area doing something else).
Argh. I try not to get overly dramatic but like I said, this is what's most important to me.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I've never been to New Zealand before...
I randomly had last Friday off (working at a cinema, it doesn't happen often), and found myself over at Max's along with Abby. Abby and I each managed to break one wine glass, both just after having been filled of course. With the wine prematurely depleted, we had no choice to move on to vodka. From there, conversation quickly devolved into random philosophy, metaphysics, entymology, art and travel. Travel specifically in the form of poorly-conceived plans to go biking in New Zealand.
Having been drunkenly advocated along with plans that involved starting a band, going to San Francisco, and various large-scale art projects, the NZ plan doesn't have great chances of actually coming to fruition. But the idea stuck with me, a bug in my brain like Ireland was last year. I could even feel it through the haze of alcohol fumes that night, until we stumbled across the highway to close down the Snake. After that, it's a blur of dancing and struggling to hear/comprehend Abby and Max.
After an unpleasant visit to the bathroom to empty my stomach, I passed out in Max's guest room. I was scheduled for a double-shift Saturday at both the bookstore and the theatre, so I stumbled out of bed at 7:00am and chugged a few glasses of water before driving home to get ready. Turns out that was a really bad idea. Luckily, I made it home okay just in time to throw up all the water I drank. It was about that point that I realized I was still pretty drunk, and called in sick to the bookstore. Then I went back to bed for another five hours.
Still, New Zealand...
Having been drunkenly advocated along with plans that involved starting a band, going to San Francisco, and various large-scale art projects, the NZ plan doesn't have great chances of actually coming to fruition. But the idea stuck with me, a bug in my brain like Ireland was last year. I could even feel it through the haze of alcohol fumes that night, until we stumbled across the highway to close down the Snake. After that, it's a blur of dancing and struggling to hear/comprehend Abby and Max.
After an unpleasant visit to the bathroom to empty my stomach, I passed out in Max's guest room. I was scheduled for a double-shift Saturday at both the bookstore and the theatre, so I stumbled out of bed at 7:00am and chugged a few glasses of water before driving home to get ready. Turns out that was a really bad idea. Luckily, I made it home okay just in time to throw up all the water I drank. It was about that point that I realized I was still pretty drunk, and called in sick to the bookstore. Then I went back to bed for another five hours.
Still, New Zealand...
Real world idiots
Haven't posted in a while, but there's been a lot going on. I feel worse for not posting anything on the other one. Too much real life stuff getting in the way.
We're installing another new digital projector at the theatre, so there's all the usual scheduling problems that go along with shutting down a whole screen for a few days. Like where nobody realizes that maybe we won't be able to show any movies in the theatre. When I brought it up, there was a long embarrassed pause, then they said they'd get back to me.
Meanwhile, some kids decided to hone their rock-throwing skills and used my car for target practice. Judging by the footprints on my doors, they also tried to work on their denting abilities. Luckily they sucked at that and left no lasting damage. Too bad my windows can't say the same.
We're installing another new digital projector at the theatre, so there's all the usual scheduling problems that go along with shutting down a whole screen for a few days. Like where nobody realizes that maybe we won't be able to show any movies in the theatre. When I brought it up, there was a long embarrassed pause, then they said they'd get back to me.
Meanwhile, some kids decided to hone their rock-throwing skills and used my car for target practice. Judging by the footprints on my doors, they also tried to work on their denting abilities. Luckily they sucked at that and left no lasting damage. Too bad my windows can't say the same.
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