Oct 222007
 

“The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile, but that it is indifferent.  But if we can come to terms with this indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning.  However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.” – Stanley Kubrick

Warner Bros. Directors Series debuts tomorrow with the finest film director of all time.  The Kubrick set includes everything from 2001:  A Space Odyssey on, except Barry Lyndon (a heinous omission, and it can’t come to HD DVD soon enough).

Yes, it’s the third or fourth time they’ve been released on DVD, but there are several new special features, and both HD DVD and Blu-ray releases.  Sigh.  I’m doomed to buy these films forever, or at least until the resolution of the original film truly comes home.  The closest yet is nearly here!

 Posted by at 11:55 pm
Oct 212007
 
  • The Dark and Stormy Book Club continues to go swimmingly.  We did the show on Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?  yesterday.  A masterpiece that is most of 200 years old is up next.  Come join us.  We’re smart, sexy, fun, and we won’t drink all of your beer.
  • My mother pilfered from examination rooms at doctor’s offices.  She’d put three or four gauze pads and a few alcohol swabs in her purse, for example.  I never asked her about it (and now I can’t), but every time I’m waiting for a doctor and glance at the cabinet or drawer I wonder how she would have rationalized it.  (‘Cause, you know, “stealing” is such a nasty word.)
  • Lindsey Buckingham is playing a small hall (400-500, maybe) on HDNet as I type, and it’s good enough that I set the remote down.  I was pleased and surprised to hear “Holiday Road” in the set.  I would think that might be a song he would pretend he never did.  Buckingham has never stirred a large amount of fanhood in me, but I do respect him as a talented songwriter and a charismatic performer.  (Plus he screwed Stevie Nicks a whole bunch.)
  • I have never watched a James Bond movie from start to finish, tasted pistachio ice cream, or set foot in the state of Louisiana.
  • Bad clocks in electronic devices are on the rise, if my experiences are typical.  My PDA, a current Palm model, gains a second every five and a half hours.  That is ridiculous and inexcusable.
  • The little-fella soccer team for which we cheer the hardest is the Red Flames.  We play teams like the Blue Lasers and the Penguins.  Just once I’d love to hear a coach introduce his/her charges as the Angels of Death, the Assassins, the Ministers of Pain, the Shrieking Demons, or the Bloodlusters.  (Or, with apologies to Judas Priest, the Jugulators.)
  • When it’s Alabama 41, Tennessee 17, then “Rocky Top” becomes a catchy little tune that I love to whistle.  It would be marvelous to add “Chinese Bandits” to that list in two weeks.
  • Thank you, person who turned in my watch today after I left it on the sidewalk at AutoZone.
 Posted by at 8:48 pm
Oct 202007
 

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Institute of Devoutly Interpreting Old Testament Scriptures — Further cementing her already solid position as a shameless and unapologetic instrument of Lucifer, J.K. Rowling confirmed Friday night that Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts in the iconic Harry Potter series of books, is a fucking faggot.

“It’s already in ample evidence that this vile Jezebel Rowling has made herself a multimillionaire by teaching our innocent lambs to call Satan and have him move through them in desecratory, disgusting rituals,” said Zebediah Righteous, president of IDIOTS. “But by revealing that Dumbledore—a so-called “person” in a position of authority over children—is a damned pillow-biting ass-slammer, that stupid, ignorant bitch is way beyond the pale.”

“She’s welcome to come to church with me, though. We hate the sinner, not the sin. Uh, I mean…ah, hell, you know what I mean.”

The foul, malevolent witch Rowling could not be reached for comment.

This post does not describe actual events (apart from the linked news story), but some days it sure feels like it might as well.

 Posted by at 2:36 pm
Oct 192007
 

…was this blog’s first birthday!

I didn’t start WmWms with any expectations, and it’s been an interesting adventure so far.  I’ve tried to let it drag me along a little bit, both out of curiosity and to keep its appetite for my mental and emotional resources nominal.

More than 70,000 different people dropped by at least once in the past year.  Several hundred read regularly.  It’s a kick to see you in the logs, and I love hearing from you.  You bear chuckles, and you shine lights on paths and perspectives that were previously hidden.

And though I’m a guy who usually describes himself as antisocial to some degree, I’ve enjoyed what WmWms has done for my friendships.  I’ve reconnected with some old friends, and become part of cool new things with some new ones.

It’s fun to give voice to what’s on my mind, whether it’s stupid crap that occurred to me on my commute or something to which I’ve given a lot of consideration.  I’ve learned that there is no correlation between expended effort and resulting reaction.  I’ve fired things off in ten minutes that generated 20 comments, and poured my soul into other posts over the course of several days that generated…nothing.  That stuff makes a guy reflective, and I dare say self-critical in potentially constructive ways.

However it happens, the majority of the mental stimulation comes from readers.  Thank you all for that.

Onward.

 Posted by at 9:47 pm
Oct 182007
 

It looked like fun, so I asked Saintseester to write five questions for me. Here they are:

1. Are you a real fan of something (team, band, etc). How did that come to be?

Alabama Crimson Tide football and Kiss.

The former was because I was born into an Alabama home. My maternal grandfather was a friend of Paul “Bear” Bryant’s and held him in the highest regard. The feeling was cemented listening to my parents talk about the 1979 Sugar Bowl, at which they witnessed the famous Goal Line Stand in person.

I had a brief flirtation with Auburn fanhood in 1982. I was 11, and my parents were divorcing, and I would have breathed sulfur dioxide instead of oxygen had it been an option, so desperate was I to move in a different direction from everyone else.

The latter started because I wanted to fit in with the cool kids in grammar school. It continued and flourished because I experienced an energy with Kiss music that I didn’t experience with anyone else. Doubtless they’ve laid a few eggs in their 34+ years, but they’ve also recorded some of the best rock songs of all time. And the live show is truly nothing like anything else I’ve ever encountered.

I have a single Kiss post I’m working on. I intend it to be my definitive and only statement on what it means to be a Kiss fan. It’ll probably show up sometime in the next few months.

2. Do you have a sentimental keepsake that you would never part with. If so, what is it and how did you come by it? If not, do you have a sentimental memory?

I have a few keepsakes, of course, but I don’t think I own anything that I would never part with. The memories are much more important to me. I’ve never been one to imbue “stuff” with a great deal of significance.

3. When did you first feel like an adult? What triggered the feeling?

I first felt like an adult sometime in the second part of 1997, when I first had to resolve a disagreement with Lea with the realization that we were both “home.” There would be no defensibly putting several miles between the two of us, so what are you going to do about it, husband-type?

As painful as our first six months or so were, Lea and I have a happiness today that I’m coming to realize is truly rare. I thank God for it every day.

4. What one instant in history would you most like to travel back to and witness?

I’ve thought a lot about this one, and believe it or not, it’s the Apollo 11 moon landing.

I was born not quite two years after it happened. My dad told me that he watched it on television lying in the floor at my Aunt Dottie’s house on Logan Martin Lake—a house that I spent some very happy childhood times in—and I’d love to have been lying there with him. I’ve never lost the fascination with space travel that most young folks have at one time or another, and to me, Apollo 11 is the single most fantastic moment in the history of space exploration.

Incidentally, I work in an old NASA building that was built in the 1940s. It’s certain that at one time or another, some real giants walked in the hallways I walk every day. I think of such probably twice weekly or so.

(My runner-up was the signing of the Declaration of Independence.)

5. If money (and time) were no object, what activity would you most want to indulge yourself in?

I would do two things. First, I would pursue all of the degrees I always wanted but didn’t pursue, for fear that I’d starve. I would love a Ph.D. in epistemology, for example. Second, I’d play a lot more chess. Relieved of the daily burden of making a living, I’d love to see if I could reach the rank of grandmaster.

If you want five questions for this thread on your blog, let me know. I’ll do my best.

 Posted by at 12:43 am

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