Billy Dee in Three Dee!

I’m not terribly interested, one way or the other, in George Lucas’s plans to do a 3D conversion of the Star Wars movies. I dunno, just color me apathetic about the whole thing. Generally I’m not that interested in 3D to begin with, so this strikes me as more of a “novelty” project than anything else. I am amused by the upwelling of the same old chorus that pipes up every time George Lucas does anything at all that is Star Wars-related these days, the “Doesn’t he have enough of my money!” wailing from people who, if they had a wildly successful franchise of their own that made more money every time they did something with it, would do the exact same thing. I just simply plan to not give Lucas my money this time around, and not because I’m mad at him, but because I’m simply not interested in Star Wars in 3D.

(Now, if there are concurrent 2D re-releases of the films in theaters, then, Uncle George will probably get some more of my money! I’d love to see the films on the silver screen again.)

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Readin’

A couple of book notes:

:: A while back, Michael May recommended a book called Napoleon’s Pyramids, which sounded right up my alley:

I had high hopes for Napoleon’s Pyramids. It promised a lot: a swashbuckling hero, a mysterious medallion, an evil count, and an Indiana Jones-esque adventure to unlock the secrets of the pyramids. I’ve learned to be skeptical though about stories that sound too good to be true. There’s always something wrong. The hero is unlikable, the Maguffin is dull, the villain is unbelievable, or the adventure is a bait-and-switch that promises much more than it ever intended to deliver. Napoleon’s Pyramids has none of these problems. It’s exactly what it claims to be and so much more.

I’ll second his recommendation, with one caveat. This book is like a cross between Indiana Jones and the National Treasure movies, set in the Napoleonic era. There are secret societies, ancient prophecies, present-day people who are guardians of ancient lore, exciting chases, thrilling escapes, and interesting characters. You have the French army, the English navy, American spies, mysterious Egyptians, and even Gypsies. All this is mixed together in a plot that is a lot of fun — so much so that you expect to hear music by John Williams or Jerry Goldsmith while you read it.

The book’s pacing slows down a bit as we move into the middle third of the book, but as soon as I became concerned about that, the book picked right back up again. There are twists that are predictable, but I think those are there to distract attention from the twists that are not predictable — and there are quite a few of those.

My one caveat, that I mention above? Michael May did mention that the book is the start of a series. He did not mention that this one ends on a cliffhanger. Aieee!!!

:: Grease Monkey is fantastic. I loved it. What is Grease Monkey? It’s a graphic novel, originally serialized online but now available in a trade paperback, about a young mechanic who comes to live on a giant space cruiser, where he hopes to get a job working on the fighter ships. He is assigned to work with Mac Gimbensky, the very experienced, and very crusty, older mechanic who just happens to be a gorilla.

All of this is in the wake of an alien invasion of Earth, and a subsequent visit by aliens who “uplift” gorillas to human levels of intelligence. The book tells the story of their unfolding relationship, and their trials and tribulations on an immense warship that is a society of its own, with competing squadrons, weaselly mechanics out to steal each others’ secrets, cranky librarians, military officers who desperately want control over everything, and, as our young hero discovers, girls.

As a collected webcomic, Grease Monkey is pretty episodic in structure; there’s no plot that ties everything together, but there are arcs to follow as creator Tim Eldred opens up more and more of his world. The entire story, though, takes place on this one ship, and the whole conceit is great; it’s wonderfully refreshing to read a SF/space opera story where the Admirals and Captains are only supporting characters, and we instead focus on the mechanics who are just trying to keep the fighters flying and find time in between to have dates and read their favorite books.

Grease Monkey also has a wonderful sense of humor. I laughed out loud plenty of times while reading it, and some of the chapters turn out to be elaborate set-ups for jokes that only pay off in the very last panel or two.

Grease Monkey is great stuff. Read it!

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Holy crap….

A while back, my friend Kerry had her second baby, and she gave birth in an unplanned home birth. Shortly thereafter, she rode the ambulance with the baby to the hospital for follow-up stuff and…all the stuff they do with newborns and whatnot.

Kerry got billed for the two-mile ride $978. Ouch. (That’s $.18 a foot.) I’ve long known that ambulance rides are a pretty stunning racket these days; we got a whopper of a bill for our two ambulance experiences, and we noticed that while the EMTs who drive and staff the ambulances are terrific people, their billing departments are staffed by ghouls and parasites. Not only do they get that bill into your hands nice and quick, they also turn the bill over to collections even nicer and quicker.

But what gets me about Kerry’s story isn’t the amount she was billed. It’s that they billed the baby too. Come on, now.

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In the stacks


DSC_0582, originally uploaded by St.Ku.

I saw this photo at Bookshelf Porn, and I liked it a lot, so I figured I’d use it here. But I wanted to credit it properly, so I had to follow a series of links from BookshelfPorn until I got to the place it originated. Still, though, it’s a really nice photo!

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Post hoc, ergo….

This morning, the TODAY Show (don’t ask me why it was on, I loathe the morning shows) did a story about a chef in a New York City area restaurant who killed himself by jumping from the George Washington Bridge. It turns out that three years ago, this fellow came in for some pretty harsh criticism via Gordon Ramsay on the Kitchen Nightmares show. So of course, TODAY‘s segment focused almost entirely on the Ramsay angle, highlighting the fact that a contestant on Hell’s Kitchen also killed herself after her appearance on that show. (Here’s a CBS story with details.)

Now, the TODAY segment didn’t come right out and imply that Ramsay’s harsh criticism was a factor in the suicides, but it didn’t really highlight any other thoughts about what might have driven these two people (of hundreds that Ramsay has interacted with on his shows) to suicide. So, did Ramsay’s tough words and rants play a role? I’m inclined to doubt it. Take it from someone who knows: the restaurant industry is not exactly a biz where you’ll find lots of well-adjusted folks working in low-stress environments.

Come to that, I wonder what the suicide rate is for restaurant workers, anyway. We only heard about these two by virtue of their connection with one of the most famous of all celebrity chefs, after all.

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The Behaviors of Mr. Costanza

I’ve been a fan of Seinfeld for years – even the much-lamented ninth and final season. I didn’t even hate the series finale, even though it wasn’t nearly as funny as it should have been; I thought it was a nifty idea to wrap up the series, even if the execution wasn’t what we might have hoped. I’m not sure I can name my favorite character, but there’s a good chance that it would be George.

Why George? Well, everyone’s there for a different version of insanity. From Elaine, we get female insanity; from Kramer, we get pure insanity that’s not really grounded in any form of reality. From Jerry we get pure narcissism, and from George, there’s the insanity that comes from being an eternal loser. I just tend to find the bizarre things that befall George, and the even more bizarre ways he responds to them, to be the heart of the show’s humor. George is a guy who always mistakes opportunity for a chance to remain inert, and vice versa; so consistent is George in his instincts always being wrong that one of the show’s better episodes actually had George consciously choosing to do the exact opposite of what his immediate instincts called him to do, with George tasting actual success as a result.

Throughout the show’s run, George Costanza engaged in one bizarre act after another, suggesting an interesting exercise of the “What would you do?” variety. Let’s examine some of these!

Scheme to see a woman naked after she saw me naked, and laughed.

No, I would not do this. It just can’t work out the way you want.

Failing to see said woman naked, trick her into eating something that’s against her religion.

Geez, no!

Eat something that was sitting on a piece of paper on the top of the pile of items in a garbage can.

Heavens, no. I’ve had many a moment of “Wow, why would someone throw that out? It’s perfectly good!” But once it makes physical contact with something else in a garbage can, that’s it. It’s garbage.

After my parents are mis-informed of my “death”, allow them to keep thinking I’m dead for a little while because “they need the break”.

Well, my parents aren’t lunatics, so clearly, no.

Try to sneak a loaf of marble rye into my future in-laws’ home after my parents took the original marble rye home with them.

You know, I always felt bad for George in this spot. He’s trying to cover the fact that his own parents are lunatics. If I had George’s parents, I just might try something odd like this.

Wear sweat-pants in public.

Maybe it sounds odd coming from an unrepentant overalls-lover like myself, but the only time I ever wear sweat-pants in public is if I’m out for a walk or something like that in cold weather, or if I have to go out fairly late to pick something up from a store – like maybe if The Wife gets home from work and she’s sick and we’re out of cough medicine, or if I’m cooking dinner and I discover that I’m missing a key ingredient. But really, in cases like those, I’m just as likely to throw on the overalls as sweat pants. In college, sweat pants were a big part of my wardrobe, but not so much these days. I think I only own two or three pairs, each of which is more than ten years old.

Push women and children and elderly ladies with walkers out of the way in my haste to get to the door when I smell smoke and think there’s a fire.

Gosh, I hope I’m a better person than this!

Scheme to get caught cheating on my current girlfriend, who refuses to break up with me.

This was one of my favorite George storylines. I wouldn’t do this, but this was really funny.

Concoct an elaborate scheme to preserve my high score on a coin-op videogame that has stood for over ten years

Obviously not…but I keep meaning to ask my electricians at work if it would be possible to do what George wants!

(See, he and Jerry visit their old high school pizza place, where George discovers that the old Frogger machine in still there, sporting his fifteen-year-old high score. He decides he wants to buy the machine and take it home to preserve the score for all time, but Jerry points out that as soon as he unplugs the machine, his score will disappear. So George contracts some electricians to move the game without losing power. His scheme fails, obviously, because it’s George, but I’ve always wondered if this could be done!)

Try to arrange my life so my significant other never interacts with my close friends.

Another classic episode that highlights the futility of George’s existence. Would anybody other than George Costanza ever even try this?

Hire a carpenter to modify my desk at work so I can sleep underneath it.

What a great idea! What a great, lazy idea! I love this idea! And with my growing carpentry skills, I might be able to do this myself!

Fake a disability to get a job.

Never. Even though it backfires on George.

Try to manipulate my co-workers into giving me the nickname “T-Bone”.

This was funny just because it was so gonzo on George’s part. It would never occur to me to try this.

Eat a candy bar with a knife and fork.

Hmmmm…why not?

Take erotic photos of myself as a way of hitting on the girl at the photo developing place

I loved Jerry’s response to this one: “Yeah, this plan can’t miss.” You could feel the disaster unfolding. (Of course, this one is completely out of date now, in the age of digital photography.)

Keep so much stuff in my wallet that I literally sit at an angle when it’s in my back pocket

No! I can’t stand an overly thick wallet. I cull it every so often.

Hide a suit in a men’s store so it will still be there the next day when a sale starts

I honestly think this was a pretty savvy move on George’s part!

Choose the cheapest possible wedding invitations.

Well, The Wife didn’t drop dead from licking them, so I guess I did OK on this!

Wear a toupee.

This is unlikely to come up in my life.

Get caught by my mother with a copy of Glamour magazine.

Erm…no. That’s all I have to say about that.

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A Random Wednesday Conversation Starter

Today I start a brief (five days) vacation in which I’m mostly sticking around the Home Unit, although The Wife and I are going on an overnighter/day trip Friday and Saturday. I’ve always liked these kinds of vacations; there’s a lot to be said for just being off work, without all the rigmarole of traveling to a destination and doing travelly stuff. I’ve been indulging these kinds of vacations for years…but now they’re calling them “staycations”.

So, the Random Wednesday Conversation Starter is simply this: Is “staycation” a dumb word, or what?!

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You can’t go home again….

Here’s a wonderful article about the literary genesis of two of the 20th century’s most beloved characters, the Hardy Boys. Don’t let the fact that the article is twelve years old dissuade you; it’s a very entertaining and enlightening read. The guy who wrote those books led a fascinating, and surprising, life. But the article is also interesting in capturing a sensation I’m sure if familiar to all people who love to read:

I recently rediscovered my youth. It made me sneeze.

It lay unremembered at the top of a tall bookcase: 15 vintage Hardy Boys novels by Franklin W. Dixon. In getting them down I took a faceful of dust and beetle carapaces.

I carried the books to my favorite rocking chair, beside my favorite lamp, and reverently broke them open to revisit the literature that had inspired in me a lifelong love of language. The pages were as thick as a shirt collar and ochered with age. They smelled the way old books smell, faintly perfumed, quaintly mysterious, like the lining of Great-Grandma’s alligator handbag out in the steamer trunk. I began to read.

Pretty soon a new smell entered the room.

The Hardy Boys stank.

Funny. Re-reading old favorites can be a deep, deep danger to us when we come back to books out of a sense of nostalgia. Yes, I’ve had this feeling myself, although no examples are leaping to mind just now. But then, I don’t do as much direct re-reading as some other readers do. Only once in a while do I really re-read a book in its entirety; more often, I just “dip into” old favorites to refresh my memory on passages I recall enjoying. But yes, I’ve had the “Oh my God, this beloved old classic is actually a steaming bowl of suck!” feeling.

Which brings me to this wonderful post by Jo Walton about how this comes to pass:

The Suck Fairy is an artefact of re-reading. If you read a book for the first time and it sucks, it’s nothing to do with her. It just sucks. Some books do. The Suck Fairy comes in when you come back to a book that you liked when you read it before, and on re-reading—well, it sucks. You can say that you have changed, you can hit your forehead dramatically and ask yourself how you could possibly have missed the suckiness the first time—or you can say that the Suck Fairy has been through while the book was sitting on the shelf and inserted the suck. The longer the book has been on the shelf unread, the more time she’s had to get into it. The advantage of this is exactly the same as the advantage of thinking of one’s once-beloved ex as having been eaten by a zombie, who is now shambling around using the name and body of the former person. It lets one keep one’s original love clear of the later betrayals.

Yup, I’ve met the Suck Fairy myself. She’s an irritating lass, I gotta say. But I generally tend to be lucky in not remembering things I loved through rose-colored glasses, if that makes sense; I’m usually pretty good at realizing that things that weren’t very good actually weren’t very good, so by the time I come back to them later in life, I don’t find that massive epiphany (“OMG, this is shite!”). In fact, I tend to err in the other way, which is how I watch movies like Krull or Battle Beyond the Stars now and end up thinking, “Huh…not as awful as I expected it to be.”

But then, maybe I’m just generically pessimistic.

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Racing for Watermelons!!!

The Amazing Race started up the other night. A few random thoughts:

:: I never know teams by name this early on. In fact, I won’t know teams by name until half of them are gone. So I end up referring to them by characteristics or by things that happened to them.

:: I like that the teams had to drive themselves to places. That was great. Most of th time over the last few seasons, teams are told to rely on taxis or the like. This really started to grate on me in the consecutive seasons (a regular one, and an “All-Star” one) that featured Dustin and Kandace, the annoying blonde friends, who would invariably get right where they needed to go by hopping off the airplane and then flirting like crazy until they found some wide-eyed guy compelled by his Little General to personally drive them where they needed to go.

:: But I think this year’s teams are stupid. A lot of ’em, anyway. Especially at the starting line: Phil has just told them they have to get to the airport fast, because only three teams will make the early flight to wherever it is they’re going. So, time is of the essence right off the bat. Then he yells “Go!”, and everyone’s off. They run to their bags, and then each team stops right there to read the first clue. Huh?! Phil’s just told you to move your asses, and you already know you’re going to the airport! Grab your stuff, get in a car, and start driving! Read the clue in the car! Seriously, if anyone had done that, they would have had a 60-second head start, guaranteed.

:: I thought I’d like the biker team, until one of them said, “Wow, until today I’d never heard of Stonehenge. And it’s a bunch of rocks!” Now I hate that team.

:: They may get annoying later on, but the one lady taking a watermelon right in the face from a misfired slingshot gets a ton of respect from me.

:: A new thing this year: an “Express Pass”, which allows a team to skip a Detour or Roadblock if they don’t want to do it. I wonder if this replaces the Fast Forward? And I wonder if they’re allowed to use it to negate the effects of a U-Turn?

Next week they’re in Ghana. From England to Ghana? They’re not messing around this time!

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