Thanking Barack

My general opinion of Barack Obama is, I think, kind of middle-of-the-road among people on my side of the political fence. I do think he could have accomplished more in his first two years had he done things differently, but I’m not unhappy with, or unaware of, the surprisingly large roster of things that he and his administration have gotten done. I’m not wild about some of the stuff he’s done or left undone in the area of personal liberties, executive power, or the wars overseas, and I hope he betters his record in those areas in years to come.

But I will say this: if Obama was such a dud in the White House that he accomplished absolutely nothing else other than denying John McCain the Presidency, well…I’d owe Obama some thanks just for that, alone. I never liked John McCain to begin with — his “Maverick” bullshit always struck me as preening for political effect, and not terribly reflective of actual thoughts on issues — so I, unlike many in Washington, am not surprised to see McCain tossing aside all of his goodwill and firmly embracing his true role of angry, bitter old man. But it can still be pretty breathtaking to see the depths this man is willing to plumb. John McCain is a mean, useless son-of-a-bitch, and the sooner he is out of public life, the better. Hell, I’d settle for the Washington media establishment to start the process along by not acting as though McCain is some kind of insightful voice on any issue at all.

Imagine if this guy had actually become President. So, thank you, Barack Obama.

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: I’m usually willing to suspend disbelief with various movies and teevee shows, but one area where they really test my ability to do so is when our heroes are investigating an image or snippet of video that doesn’t show them what they need to see…so they use the Magical Power of Computers to enhance the image!

The worst examples of this I’ve ever seen come from CSI: Miami. In one case, they found a photo of the victims taken moments before their deaths, and discerned that the killer must have been taking the photo. So they blew up one victim’s eyeball and enhanced the reflection of the killer. And in another episode, they discerned again that the killer was the one behind the camera, and they further realized that the blotched-out area in the upper corner was the killer’s finger partially covering the lens, so they were able to enhance and sharpen the image to get the killer’s fingerprint. And Horatio Caine did all this whilst putting on his sunglasses.

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:: I alluded to this in the post immediately preceding this one, but I’ve just gotta share it: Willie Nelson singing “Frosty the Snowman”.

Hooray, Willie!

:: Squarely in the “awesome” category is this post by Sheila O’Malley, in which, referring to the “old” New York City — before it got all cleaned up and saw porn theaters replaced by Disney stores — she says, “I have to say, I miss the smut.” I’ve only been to NYC a couple of times in my life, and when I do go, it’ll be as a tourist rather than as a dweller, so I’ll probably appreciate the cleaner stuff more. But…well, I can’t find the things she displays in her photos totally repellent, either.

More next week!

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Sunday Stealing

Last week it was “The Ninja Meme, part 1”. This week it’s…guess what!

26. Whose responses to Stealing do you want to read the most?

Aside from Roger, I don’t know of anyone else who does these regularly. SamuraiFrog does them occasionally…probably the same way I do, checking to see if the questions are interesting and acting accordingly. I probably should peruse the links at the end of each S.S. quiz, though.

27. What color shirt are you wearing?

It’s a light gray sweater with bits of colored yarn (blue, brown) scattered throughout.

28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?

I’m not sure I’ve ever slept on satin sheets. I suppose it would be OK.

29. Can you whistle?

Yes, but not terribly well. I can produce tones by whistling, but I’ve never developed my whistling skills sufficiently to producing actual music. This is probably because I find whistling generally irritating. (Except for a cat my parents once owned, a beautiful Himalayan named Tribbles, who would come when my father whistled “The Impossible Dream”. And only “The Impossible Dream”.)

30. Favorite colors(s)?

Purple! And then red, blue, yellow, green…I really tend to like all colors, with the main exception of brown, which doesn’t really do anything for me.

31. Could you be a pirate?

Sure, I guess. But probably not a very good one. I’d be like this one pirate in a scene from The Simpsons, when the pirates are all burying their treasure; I’d say, “Hey, Cap’n! Suppose instead of burying the treasure, we used it to by things! Things we like!” And on the show, the guy who says that gets shot by the Cap’n. But yeah, I’d be that guy.

32. What songs do you sing in the shower?

I don’t sing in the shower, really. Maybe once in a while. When I do it’s probably a show tune of some sort.

33. Favorite girls name?

The Daughter’s.

34. Favorite boy’s name?

Quinn. Also Anakin.

35. What’s in your pocket right now?

Nothing. I don’t carry a lot of stuff around in my pockets.

36. Last thing that made you laugh?

Well, when we got in the car to come home from church earlier, we had the radio tuned to a station that’s doing all-Christmas, all the time. The song that was on when I turned the key was “Frosty the Snowman”, sung by Willie Nelson. I had no idea he did “Frosty”. I laughed with delight, because Willie Nelson rules.

37. Best bed sheets as a child?

I had a set of Star Wars blankets and whatnot at one point. I don’t recall if there were sheets. I do recall the blanket.

38. Worst injury you’ve ever had?

I sustained a broken collarbone when a local bully pushed me off my bike. That dude is high on my “fantasy revenge list”.

39. Do you love where you live?

Absolutely. I just wish the governance around here wasn’t so messed up.

40. How many TVs do you have in your house? How many HDTVs?

Just one, in the living room. For bedroom viewing, we use my laptop for watching movies or downloaded programs.

41. Who is your loudest friend?

No idea at all.

42. How many dogs do you have?

Zero. Our current living situation is not conducive to dog ownership.

43. Does anyone have a crush on you?

I have no idea. I rather doubt it, though.

44. What are the most fun things you ever did?

Whale-watching with The Wife; roller coasters and the Giant Wheel at Cedar Point with The Wife; Disney World with The Wife; road-trips to Ithaca and Pittsburgh and Toronto with The Wife; cooking with The Wife; getting pied by The Wife; Christmas shopping with The Wife; seeing Star Wars movies with The Wife. Sense a theme here?

45. What are your favorite books?

I’m not listing ’em here, since books are a major subject of this blog.

47. Favorite Team?

The Buffalo Bills and the Pittsburgh Pirates. Because I like teams with long, rich traditions of winning…that were followed by long, poor traditions of losing.

48. What songs do you want played at your funeral?

“Into the West” by Howard Shore, sung by Annie Lennox. And “People Get Ready” by Curtis Mayfield. And “Last Dance” by Donna Summer. (I guess. I’ve never really thought about this before.)

49. What were you doing at 12 AM?

I was probably dropping off to sleep.

50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?

“Stop pawing at my hand, you idiot!” Our cat Lester likes to drape himself across the back of The Wife’s pillow and wait to be petted in the morning. But when he decides he’s waited long enough, he’ll start pawing around, looking for a hand. Often-times he finds mine.

OK, that’s it. Huzzah!!!

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Places I don’t want to live

I don’t want to live in Westdale, the town where Funky Winkerbean takes place. Boy howdy, is that comic strip depressing…and in a car-wreck kind of way, I can’t stop reading. The current storyline has Les Moore ignoring a phone call in which his dead wife warns him not to get on a certain airplane. Gee, I wonder what will happen next!

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Something for Thursday

I see that filmmaker Blake Edwards died today. I didn’t see too many of his movies, but those that I did, I liked immensely. Here are two favorite clips from his movies.

First, the ever-amazing Audrey in Breakfast at Tiffany’s:

The way she looks up at the end and says “Hi!” just sends shivers a-tingling the length of my spinal column. Audrey Hepburn always seems so…weary in this film. It’s evident in her eyes that she’s seen so much, and that a great deal of what she’s seen has been sad or traumatic in some way. It always amazes me that she made this movie three years before she made my beloved My Fair Lady, in which her spirit is so youthful in her energy and her exuberance that she seems ready to bubble right off the screen.

And, of course, being right up my alley, there’s this little scene from Edwards’s zany road-trip comedy The Great Race. It’s just the greatest pie fight ever filmed. Huzzah!

Well, maybe it is. I’m not entirely sure what the criteria would be for judging pie fights, but this one’s got a lot going for it: duration, amount of edible ammunition, a scantily-clad beautiful woman sustaining multiple hits, and the lead actor almost managing to wander through the scene without getting hit himself. That adds up to a pretty good pie fight!

RIP Blake Edwards.

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Explaining climate change


1 climate, originally uploaded by tallguydraws.

This is very well done; follow that link to see the entire thing. I find this sort of thing very useful, especially during the winter months when I start to hear all kinds of variants on the “It’s cold in Buffalo! Al Gore’s a fat poopyhead!” argument.

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Commenting….

It seems that there’s some thinking about commenting, on blogs and whatnot, going ’round these days. Chris Smith at WNYMedia.net wonders if blog comments are dead:

You may have noticed in recent weeks that the number of comments on the site have decreased. However, our traffic numbers are higher than ever before in a non-election season. So, what’s happening in the comment section?

SamuraiFrog is also thinking about comments, specifically, why he doesn’t leave too many comments on blogs these days:

It gets to me, because sometimes it feels like it crosses the line from sharing a difference of opinion to actively tearing me down because of it. Sometimes it just comes across–in text form, where inflection is next to impossible–as a rudeness directed at me instead of some celebrity. It feels like a put-down instead of an opinion.

I’m genuinely unsure of whether I have more comments here or fewer than in previous years. I do have lower traffic across the board; once upon a time I averaged over 250 hits a day, and now on a good day I’m around 150. I suppose that’s because blog readership in general is down (but I’m not really sure even if that‘s the case). I suppose it’s also because, for all the fun that comes with blogging as an interactive form (I had more to say about this in this week’s Sentential Links post), it’s really an imperfect means of producing conversation.

I like receiving comments as much as any blogger, and also as much as any blogger, it can be roundly disappointing to see a post that I worked on for a longer-than-average time get no comments at all. If I had a nickel for every post of mine here that I thought would get some comment and/or linkage only to have it ultimately disappear, uncommented and unlinked, off the main page, I could buy myself a pretty good steak dinner (to paraphrase Stephen King). There has always been the “unexpected flood of comments” phenomenon in Blogistan, which can be formulated as a law:

Kelly’s Law of Comment Receiving: The more off-the-cuff your blog post is, the more likely it is to receive quite a few comments.

Anyone who has blogged for any length of time has seen this. A post that one works on for quite some time, getting the logic and the language just right? Zero comments. A two-sentence rant on the jerk who cut in front of you in line at Tim Horton’s or Dunkin’ Donuts this morning? That post gets a dozen comments by lunchtime. I’ve never figured out why that should be the case, but it is.

I find it sometimes easy to get discouraged about this stuff. Not just comments, either; those tend to go in about the same way they always do around here now. The majority of my posts get a few comments, but still — I am sometimes amazed at what doesn’t get a comment. Every February when I do “Ask Me Anything!”, there is some question or category of questions that I expect to come up…and it never does. That interests me.

The lack of linkage, though, gets to me sometimes. I’m enormously appreciative of every link I get, but I do often wish there were more. Every blogger has his or her own “community” of readers, and it’s links that encourage one blogger’s “community” to go forth and “meet” another. I don’t think I’m too unique in this regard among bloggers. I know that my tastes and the subjects I like to post about aren’t always the most popular things in the world, but I don’t exactly think I’m out here shouting into the wind, either. Yeah, I know it sounds whiny and all, but it bugs me that my Fixing the Prequels posts have never been linked from…well, anywhere. There are a lot of science fiction-centric blogs out there. It sucks when you’re not noticed. But then, I put a lot of work into those, and the topic is near and dear to my heart, which is mainly what amplifies the disappointment when I put one of those up, only to see it come and go with nary a reaction from anybody. And this goes for content I post online, anywhere — be it here, or on Flickr, or on Twitter, or on Facebook.

Now, there is a reverse phenomenon, as well: the fact that as I see over time just how little reaction my blogging actually receives, the more open I am about what I’m willing to blog about. It basically boils down to the realization that, in a lot of cases, you may think that you’re weird and that everybody is staring at you as if you’re a guy with four heads who just walked into the room, but in reality, nobody is really noticing you much at all. It’s a kind of liberating realization, actually — but still, you’d like some reaction.

But what about me, and my comment-leaving habits? I’m trying to leave more comments these days, really. It’s the old notion that people aren’t going to want to engage someone they don’t see as engaging in the first place. I tend to want to leave one comment only; maybe another if a new thought occurs to me, or if I feel a need to clarify something. Once in a while I’ll engage in a lengthy debate, but I try not to do that, because frankly, debates online only have a very short “halflife” before they decay into snark. I’m as big a fan of snark as the next person, but when a conversation reaches the point of being nothing more than an exchange of snark, then the conversation’s usefulness and interest are at an end.

I also tend to offer comment when I have something to add that I think the blogger will find interesting, or when I disagree in what I hope isn’t a disrespectful way, or when I agree so emphatically that I want to share in the love. The key here is that I’m trying to engage the blogger, which is for me why I almost never comment on the WNYMedia blogs. I’ve been a fan of Alan Bedenko‘s ever since I first encountered him, circa 2004 or 2005, when there was a small-but-growing community of bloggers in the Buffalo area. Ditto Chris Smith. But their blogs are among the most widely-read in the region, which means their comment threads can get long at times, filled with regulars who seemingly comment on every post. I rarely feel, in commenting there, that I’m interacting with Alan or Chris, but rather with a cast of supporting characters, some of whom I find really annoying. It’s no fault of theirs, really — it’s the nature of blogs whose content is mainly political. I read those two because, while I don’t agree with them all the time, they generally seem to approach things from a similar point of view to mine.

But when you spend any time in the political areas of Blogistan, you discover that every blog of a certain viewpoint has dedicated readers of the exact opposite viewpoint, who comment with a high degree of frequency. So, for me, it basically boils down to: read what Alan and Chris think, but bypass the comment section because I can pretty much predict what the local right wingers or libertarian weirdos* are going to say. Is that an indictment of myself, perhaps? Indicative of a lack of curiosity about “the other side”? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. But in my experience, especially in the USA in 2010, I have to be highly selective as to which voices on the other side of the fence I want to even begin to listen to. If that strikes others as arrogant or judgmental, so be it — but I value my time, and I’m not going to waste it interacting with people who strike me as being, well, wasteful of time to interact with. (And since many of the same characters are active on Facebook, their annoying talking points show up there, too.) Many times I’ve started to comment there, only to delete my comment without posting it. I’ve seen these conversations go in circles, too many times, on Facebook, on blogs, on Usenet before blogs, on message boards, on forums, on any online discussion arena at all to not know where things are going to go. I don’t have any particular insight that is going to change anyone’s mind or make anyone think about an issue a new way, so I abstain.

Ultimately, with a lot of political blogs — with all of them, I suppose — for all the comments they receive, there’s not really a whole lot of interactivity. And that, for me, is key to making commenting worthwhile. I prefer my blogging experience to be as interactive as possible, with people commenting here or linking me from elsewhere and me doing those same things.

* Yes, I am deeply dismissive of libertarianism. I think it is a goofy viewpoint that is almost blissfully dismissive of the way the real world actually works, and that its adherents are mainly motivated by a desire to feel smarter than everyone else in the room than by any principled thoughts as to the proper role of government or how to make peoples’ lives better.

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If this were a dream, there’d be rum.

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides now has an official trailer!

This excites the ever-bloomin’ crap out of me. I love, love, love the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, even the two sequels to the original, which aside from a couple of flaws I always found extremely fun and engaging (and not that hard to follow, either). I am highly excited about a fourth film of the adventures of Jack Sparrow — sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow — and I think they’re taking the right tack here, moving into a new adventure or set of adventures, now that the original story, the Will-and-Elizabeth tale, is over.

Bring me that horizon!

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X-Files Case Report: “Squeeze”

On the trail of a killer, Mulder and Scully find, in an abandoned building, a giant nest made of old newspaper scraps and bound together by some kind of fluid that Mulder reaches out and touches.

SCULLY: I think it’s…bile!

MULDER: Is there any way I can get it off my fingers without betraying my cool exterior?

For the most part, episodes of The X-Files can be grouped into three categories. The first two episodes, the pilot and “Deep Throat”, were also the first two episodes in the “Mytharc” category. That’s short for “mythology arc”, and it is those episodes which tell the serialized story that takes place over the entire run of the series. One of the other two categories hasn’t shown up yet, and I’m not sure when its first appearance is, so we’ll hold that one – which I call “Creepy Comedies” – in abeyance. The third category, though, makes its first appearance here, in the third episode of the series. These are the “Monster of the Week” episodes: self-contained stories that don’t advance the overall storyline of the show, but instead pit Mulder and Scully against…well, monsters. You can’t have a SF/horror show without monsters, can you?

Now, I should point out that those categories aren’t hard-and-fast; there are “Monster of the Week” episodes that are also “Creepy Comedies”, and there are overlaps the other way as well. The categories would become more clearly marked in later seasons, when the big Mytharc episodes would be saved for the beginning and ends of the season and the sweeps periods in between, with everything else mostly being MotW’s or CC’s. In the first few seasons, however, things were much more of a free-for-all. (I tend to think that’s one reason why the show’s mytharc in general became harder and harder to follow, but we’ll address that as we go, I suppose.)

“Squeeze” introduces us to a particularly nasty killer whose MO is to somehow enter dwellings or offices, violently murder the occupant and rip out their liver, and then depart again without leaving any trace of entrance or exit. That is, any normal trace of entrance or exit. He’s got to get in and out somehow, and Agent Mulder will be the one to figure it out, much to the chagrin of fellow FBI agents who view him as a total crackpot who isn’t even worth having around on standard investigations (which this turns out to not be). Mulder’s tendency to odd theories leads him to look for evidence where no one else even thinks to look, which then leads him to discover that the current killer’s fingerprints are identical to those of a killer from a series of similar crimes thirty years ago…and thirty years before that…and thirty years before that.

However, the FBI agents in charge of this case don’t want to hear any of this, and for his troubles, Mulder endures a lot of mocking as he pursues the investigation in his own way. Scully’s loyalties are challenged as she is presented with an opportunity to further her career and steer herself back into a more “normal” path up the FBI ladder, as opposed to “wasting her time” following Spooky Mulder on his wild alien chases. I suppose it’s no surprise which path she chooses, in the end, especially when in a bit of spite the other FBI guy (whom she knew from FBI school) torpedoes Mulder’s stakeout of the real killer.

As for the killer himself, Eugene Victor Tooms is one of the series’s creepier creations. He is clearly not insane, but he is terribly, terribly dangerous. Tooms hibernates for thirty years, and when he awakens, he must find sustenance – by consuming human livers. And there’s something about his skeleton and his musculature that allows him to contort his body in ways that allow him to crawl through ducts and chimneys that are barely big enough for a large cat. Tooms’s serene expression when being questioned is chilling, as is the way he smiles at episode’s end as he looks at the tiny slot on his asylum door through which his guards put his meals.

This episode establishes to a great degree how sceptically Mulder is viewed by the rest of the FBI, and not for the last time is Scully put in the position of having to choose between expediting her rise in the Bureau and sticking with Mulder in his bizarre investigations and crazy theories. Those decisions get easier as the series goes by, but early on, the show does a very good job of showing that Scully is seriously thinking about these things. She doesn’t know Mulder well enough, yet.

Eugene Victor Tooms would return later in the season, in the episode “Tooms”. We’ll get to that one soon enough, but for now, “Squeeze” is another early high-point in the series’s run.

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