Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddity and Awesome abound!!!

:: Hiring happy clowns for childrens’ birthday parties is creepy enough, but this is downright awful. I’d have had nightmares after this, I suppose…horrible flashbacks whenever I saw someone get a pie in the face….

:: What the f*** should I make for dinner? Yes, liberal use of the word ‘f***’ over there.

:: Firefly is back…kinda-sorta. Once again, I wish there was a regular comic book title for Firefly. The perfect medium for more Browncoat adventures!

:: Why I hate 3-D movies, by Roger Ebert. I have to admit that I have next to zero interest in 3-D movies. I was perfectly happy to watch Avatar in 2-D, and 3-D’s higher ticket price will make me less likely to go to movies, which I already don’t do all that often anyway because it’s become terribly expensive to do so.

:: Via Cal I see the next great kitchen gadget. Having a barbecue but can’t decide between hot dogs of hamburgers? Worry no more, for the HAMDOG is here!!!

That’s it. More next week!

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Twenty-seven

A Picture Of Where You’re From

I’m a wee bit baffled by this one, I have to admit. I already posted about where my family is from, earlier in the meme-thing, but now it’s asking where I am from. And I’m from the same place as my family, no?

Or is it talking about where I’m from right now? Geez, I dunno.

So here’s the Buffalo-Niagara region, as photographed from Chestnut Ridge, a park in the hills a few miles south of Casa Jaquandor:

Buffalo from Chestnut Ridge

I truly love this area and want to be here when the place blossoms again. And it will. Oh yes.

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“Now that’s what I call a close encounter.”

The Daughter and I watched Independence Day last week. It’s the first time I’ve watched the entire movie in ages, and my impressions haven’t changed one bit. I’ve never been one for the idea of “guilty pleasures”, which I take to mean “Things you like even though you know you shouldn’t”; why should I ever think I shouldn’t like something that I already like? Makes no sense to me…but Independence Day (or, famously and quite oddly, ID4 for short) is about as close as I come to having a real guilty pleasure. I like the movie a lot, and yet, there’s so much that’s wrong with it!

(Hmmm, in that sense, it’s not unlike Star Trek 2009 in that regard.)

ID4 is a movie that piles plot hole after plot hole on top of implausibility after implausibility. It’s a movie that posits the horrible deaths of tens of millions of human beings on Earth, and yet is lots of fun to watch. It’s a movie that has the President of the United States personally leading the fighter plane attack on the alien ship at the end of the film, hours after he’s watched his wife die. There is so much stuff in ID4 that doesn’t make sense in any way, and yet the movie is so well-made that it almost never matters. It’s the Teflon movie. I can sit here and rattle off a long list of things that are wrong with it, and yet, when I watch it I get excited at President Whitmore’s cheesy “St. Crispin’s Day” speech; I laugh when the Defense Secretary has to speak up and tell the President that yes, there is an Area 51; I choke up with cropduster pilot Russell Case sacrifices himself to destroy the aliens; et cetera.

I assume anyone reading this far into this post remembers the plot of ID4: aliens attack earth, blowing up city after city while humanity reels. A plucky group of survivors, including the President of the United States, gathers at Area 51, where they figure out how to strike back against an enemy whose ships all have impenetrable shields. Finally the resident computer genius (Jeff Goldblum, of course) figures out how he can use his 1995 Apple Powerbook to infect the entire alien fleet with a computer virus that will lower the shields, and the humans attack. Lots of explodey-spaceshippy-goodness ensues.

I got the DVD out of the library, not realizing that it was one of those “Revised Director’s Cuts” that put about ten minutes or so of stuff back into the cut, so while watching the movie, I kept realizing I was seeing scenes I hadn’t seen before. In some cases, those scenes actually helped smooth over some of the plot holes.

Some random thoughts from the recent viewing of ID4, then:

:: It’s interesting that the film goes out of its way to avoid establishing whether President Thomas Whitmore is a Democrat or a Republican. I have no idea, and based on the evidence in the movie, I couldn’t even hazard a guess.

:: Implausibility watch: Of all the geniuses who are surely working on analyzing the aliens’ signals and transmissions, only the cable teevee genius in New York (Goldblum) is able to figure out that they’re running a countdown?

:: Early on, as the Mother Ship is entering orbit, an Earth satellite is destroyed when the mother ship moves into its orbital path. I never noticed before, but the satellite has “CCCP” painted on its outside. Is that actually supposed to be the Mir space station?

:: Implausibility watch #2: In the event of massive public panic in the largest cities in the world, it’s still possible to drive from NYC to Washington, DC in less than seven hours. (The “Director’s Cut” adds back a bit of footage that shows the drive being less easy than it appeared in the original cut, but it’s still hard to buy.)

:: Implausibility watch #3: One of the closest advisors to the President of the United States would really keep her cell phone number listed “for emergencies”? What kind of emergency would that be? In the original cut, when David (Goldblum) calls Connie (Margaret Colin) on her cell, her first words are, “How did you get this number?” I’ve always thought that odd, since she keeps it listed! But the Director’s Cut fleshes this out a bit, with David having to look up the number, but realizing that she hasn’t listed it under her current real name. (She used his last name, as she is his ex-wife, but she didn’t take his name when they were married.) This still doesn’t explain how it would be useful to her to be listed in the phone book under a different name, but the movie was written and made in 1995 when cell phones were only starting to really take off, so I’ll give them a pseudo-pass on this. It always stands out, though.

:: A couple of additional scenes with Russell Case (Randy Quaid), the drunken cropduster, establish that he didn’t actually father those kids but married their mother. (At least one of them, anyway.) This explains the somewhat troubled relationship between Russell and Miguel, the oldest kid. The scenes also establish that the younger boy is sickly and needs constant “medicine”.

:: Implausibility watch #4: So, Capt. Steven Hiller (Will Smith) can apparently deliver a punch so hard that it knocks the alien unconscious even through the protection of his “biomechanical suit”, and it knocks him out for hours. Although, we do see Hiller later on kicking the crap out of the alien when he gets frustrated, so maybe he’s been periodically beating on the alien in the interim. Plus, the alien is no doubt injured from his crash landing. And besides, it’s a cool moment on screen anyway — Hiller has about half-a-second of “Yeesh, what the hell is that?!” reaction when he first sees the alien, and then he punches it out. Yee haw!

:: Implausibility watch #5: Area 51 has been kept secret for decades, but Capt. Hiller knows it’s there because he saw it while he was flying over it at top speed trying to evade fire from an alien spaceship. Sure!

:: Implausibility watch #6: Backing up a bit, the fire-wave in the tunnel should have killed Jasmine (Vivica Fox). Why would it sweep past an open closet without filling it with flamey-goodness?

:: Added scenes: We get to see a bit of where Dr. Okun (Brent Spiner) is showing David what they’ve learned about the alien technology. There’s even a line in there about computer compatibility, which I suppose is intended to make the stuff about the computer virus later on feel a bit less hand-wavey. Does it work? Maybe.

:: Implausibility watch #7: Capt. Hiller suddenly decides to grab a helicopter and fly off to his old air base so he can…what? Why does he do this? Sure, it enables him to reunite with girlfriend Jasmine, who has also coincidentally found the injured First Lady, but seriously, why does Hiller fly there? This makes zero sense.

:: Unnecessary developments: I can’t imagine how the death of the First Lady is in any way necessary, except to end the film’s second act on as down a note as possible so the third act can be all about redemption and whatnot. It still feels to me like a narrative cheat: the First Lady is injured badly, she barely gets to the company of doctors in time…to die anyway? This is the part of the movie I like least, actually.

:: Implausibility watch #8: Yeah, the computer virus. Sure, fine, whatever. I’ve made my peace with it. Still, like I said a couple months back, it makes me wonder how a sequel might work.

:: OK, have the aliens made zero modifications to their ships in fifty years since that scout ship crashed at Roswell, NM? Hiller and Levenson (the Goldblum character) fly that ship up to the mothership, which allows it to dock and then ignores it until it’s trying to fly away again, and only then do the aliens investigate that ship? The alien control-room guy doesn’t think, “Hmmmm, according to records, that ship’s been gone for fifty years. Should look into that.”

:: Implausibility watch #9: Not so much an implausibility, but I always wondered why, instead of a massive fighter attack, they didn’t wait until the shields were down and then nuke the alien ships. Fifty ships worldwide means fifty nukes.

:: The fighters sure waste their missiles by firing them at enemy fighters instead of concentrating them on the big ships, don’t they? Especially later on, when it turns out that the fighters’ machine guns can also blow up the enemy fighters. Why didn’t they use the machine guns on the fighters in the first place? Then maybe they’re not down to exactly one missile when it comes time to take out the big ship’s “primary weapon”.

:: Had Bill Pullman played his cards right, he really could have become the heir apparent to William Shatner as King of Geek Cool. Instead, fourteen years after ID4, Nathan Fillion is Crown Prince to The Shat. Kind of sad…but Pullman’s performance as the President is all kinds of geek-masculine cool, especially with lines like “Hang on, General. I want another shot at it!” and “We need to give Mr. Case some cover, Gentlemen, let’s plow the road!” Great stuff, there.

:: I remember noticing Devon Gummersall’s name in the credits when I saw the movie the first time, and I didn’t remember him in the movie. He’d been cut, it turns out. He shows up in the Director’s Cut in two fairly forgettable scenes. (Gummersall was the kid with the stringy blond curly hair, Brian Krakow, who had the unrequited crush on Claire Danes’s Angela Chase in My So-Called Life, which was made two years before ID4.)

:: I’ve always wondered why a single nuclear missile would destroy the entire alien mother ship, which we’ve been told is “one fourth the size of Earth’s moon”. There’s no shot of that missile hitting the mother ship’s reactor or anything, just the missile, sitting stuck in the wreckage of the last wall it punched through. I assume the writers did this because otherwise you’d still have millions of aliens ready to invade Earth, but still….

:: Why, with widespread panic about an alien invasion taking place, would The McLaughlin Group still be on teevee?

:: Hey! Assuming that the aliens have been blowing up major cities in order of population, I have to think there’d be a good sporting chance that Buffalo would still be intact after the aliens have been destroyed at the end. And heck, if being one of the only cities still standing after the defeat of an alien invasion can’t help the Buffalo economy rebound, then nothing can!

:: And yet, after all that, what a fun movie!

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The Preznit!

Next Thursday, President Obama is scheduled to spend some time in Buffalo. Now, I’ll be working, so unless one of his stops is The Store, I doubt very much that I’ll be in any position to see him. But his previous stop is a town in Ohio, so with any luck, his flight plan will be similar to that taken by President Bush in 2004 — the last sitting President to visit Buffalo — who actually flew over The Store in Air Force One while on final approach. I’ve never forgotten that day, as I was one of two people to even look up and see the plane above us and the only one to realize what plane that was. So I’m keeping an eye out for the specific details of Obama’s visit, trying to find out his specific arrival time at Buffalo Niagara International Airport so I can find a reason to be outside about twenty minutes before that and keep an eye out for that magnificent airplane. I can’t wait.

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Twenty-six

A Picture From One Of The Greatest Days Of Your Life

The only photo from my wedding that I have on the computer is the one I already used earlier in this very Challenge, so that’s out. And I don’t have any photos from The Daughter’s birth, and I couldn’t choose between her birth or Little Quinn’s, either, so that’s out. Truth is, I’m more likely to take photos on the normal days than on the “obviously great” ones. Why this is, I have no idea, but that’s the way I tend to operate. I hate to whiff on this so spectacularly, but there it is.

But since I gotta have something, here’s May 25, 1977.

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Something for Thursday

Here’s a favorite song of mine, sung by Tony Bennett: “Stranger in Paradise”.

The song is from the musical Kismet, but the melody actually goes back farther than that, being actually taken from the Polovtsian Dances by Alexander Borodin.

How do I feel about mining classical music for melodies for popular song? Generally I’m fine with it, actually. Especially since it has often gone the other way, as well, with many great classical composers creating masterworks out of their own native folk songs.

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IDOLatry in Action

My thoughts on American Idol last night, as posted stream-of-consciousness to Facebook and now revised and extended:

:: Sinatra night on Idol! Time to document the atrocities.

I was a bit nervous about Sinatra night, and my fears were ultimately born out. My concern was that the contestants would stick with the Sinatra Cliche, rather than try to grapple a bit with Sinatra the Artist. What is the Sinatra Cliche? It’s the guy in the dark suit, loose tie, and maybe the hat, standing at a microphone, singing a swing-style song with a jazz band or combo behind him as he’s snapping his fingers. Sinatra was so much more than that — he left his mark on most of the genres of popular music over his years, but sure enough, the show stuck with the Sinatra Cliche.

And then I had a minor computer issue that required doing a System Restore, so my computer was doing its thing while I watched the show. When I finally got on again I started to catch up. Aaron had started the show:

:: So: Aaron. Picture a 16-year-old kid who’s on the small side, putting on a tie and trying to belt out some Sinatra. That’s exactly what it was. Nobody in their right mind would pay to watch him.

It’s exactly what he was: a kid trying to croon. Utterly, utterly lame and forgettable — but the judges praised him as they do each week. For some reason Randy seems convinced Aaron is a country singer, even though there is absolutely nothing in his voice or what little style he has to indicate any country chops at all.

Next came Casey:

:: Casey: My God, what happened there?! Was he forced to sing a swing-style arrangement with a band? Couldn’t he say “You know, this style isn’t in my wheelhouse and I’d like to do it a different way?” (News flash, folks: Frank Sinatra was SO MUCH MORE than finger-snappin’ “Mr. Cool” jazz-band stuff.)

Casey had been pretty good up ’til now, but last night’s performance was a train wreck. I honestly wonder if he was basically forced into a style of singing he simply is not cut out for, as from what I’ve seen of Casey this season, I think I’m safe saying that in an entire musical career, there is zero chance he would ever elect to sing a swing-band song with a jazz band. Harry Connick Jr. or no.

Casey’s performance also exposed Kara Dioguardi’s total uselessness as a judge. I’ve heard all season that Casey has a pretty strange warble for a vibrato, and I wager he knows it too, because he has steadily avoided big notes and long sustains that would put his odd vibrato on display. Last night, with the style of song he had, he had no choice but to try for a big held note, and the results were not encouraging. This was when Kara noticed his odd vibrato. Finger on the pulse, that one has.

Batting third was Crystal:

:: Crystal: Best yet. Not HER best, but she was still better than either of the two who came before. And unlike the happily-departed Siobhan, she was able to disagree with Simon without sounding pouty or whiny and actually make a point.

What impressed me about Crystal is that she really seems to think through what she’s doing. It’s not always perfect, it doesn’t always work exactly well, but you can always tell that she’s got an artistic thought process for each song. When Simon critiqued her, she was able to respond to him with an actual intelligent statement about the song itself. Contrast that with Siobhan, who would pout and sulk her way through her responses to Simon. Crystal’s performances aren’t just good, they’re smart.

In the power slot was Mike:

:: And now Mike. Aside from “New York New York”, that may be the most clicheed song from the Sinatra songbook, and he did a purely clicheed version of it. He’s got a good voice, but that didn’t impress me all that much. (Still liked it more than Aaron or Casey.)

He did “The Way You Look Tonight”, complete with fedora. Nothing about it stood out in any way to anyone who’s heard (a) any number of Sinatra imitators, or (b) Sinatra himself. The judges sure gushed over it, though. The theme this whole season seems to be “Judges divorced utterly from reality”.

It was about this point in the show that I started to tire of Ellen Degeneres’s jokes directed at Harry Connick Jr. One joke was funny (“I think the piano was a little pitchy”) but the rest was dull overkill.

And then it was time for my least favorite contestant, Lee:

:: Lee: He’s trying to act the song. He’s trying to swagger like he’s had four martinis. HATE HATE HATE this. (To be fair, I’ve never liked this song, even when The Chairman of the Board sang it.)

The judges adored this performance, and in one of the most inexplicable displays of judicial nonsense ever uttered on IDOL, someone — I believe it was Simon, of all people — said that Harry Connick Jr. had actually managed to unlock Lee’s real personality, or some such nonsense. My jaw hit the floor, because the performance was hammy, fake, insincere, and completely unconvincing. It was as if Lee had specifically planned each and every hand motion or stagger-step he did beforehand. There was nothing, nothing, real or convincing about it. But for some reason, the judges are as sold on Lee as they were on David Archuleta (who has now disappeared into the same oblivion that awaits all IDOL runners-up who aren’t named Clay Aiken).

:: Wow, folks — Paula Abdul leaves, so now we apparently have FOUR judges who are stoned as opposed to just one. But again, why did everyone have to go big and swing with every song tonight? Where were the quieter songs, the ones with strings? I’ve lived to see Sinatra become a big cliche, and that saddens me. (Oh, and Lee SUCKED.)

Just had to get that last in there. But really, where was the sensitive Sinatra who could record an album like Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely? No one could manage “One For My Baby (and One More for the Road)”? “Love’s Been Good To Me”? And aside from Crystal, no one even tried to do what really set Sinatra in a class by himself: to approach each song as a story and tell that story.

One final complaint that I didn’t air on Facebook: Five singers, and they’re still only doing one song each? Really? Time was when they’d do multiple songs at this point. (One great moment of Paula Abdul-on-drugs came in an episode where the contestants were doing two songs each, one now and one “later”. So when David Cook finished his first song, Paula said some stuff and then continued, “And as for your second song….” Simon had to point out that he had not, in fact, performed two songs.) More music and less judges and padding would be welcome. (Or, actually, given this batch of contestants, maybe not. I’m sure not looking forward to Lee’s three songs in the finale.)

By way of predictions, I honestly expect Crystal to be sent home either this week or next. I don’t think she reaches the finale; I’m expecting a Lee-and-Aaron showdown. Will I watch something so awful? Doubtful, but who knows. This is IDOL‘s worst season.

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A Random Wednesday Conversation Starter

So, obviously I forgot to put one of these up this morning. We’re going through an annoying bit of flux here at Casa Jaquandor. Nothing major, but The Wife’s days off from work have changed from Thursday-Friday to Wednesday-Thursday, and this is the first week of the change, so we’re all accustomed to Tuesday not being her “Friday” and her not being home on Wednesday, so this whole day has felt Thursdayish. Weird.

In that spirit, are your weekly routines easily upset by stuff like this, or are you pretty much able to adapt instantly to changes in schedules?

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