10 X Ten

Happy 10/10/10!

Here's a boq. (I've asked (and answered) these questions before, but, they're apt for today's date.)
You can answer in the comments, or if you'd like to make this viral, you can answer it on your own blog, I just ask that you link back to me.

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 seconds?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 minutes?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 hours?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 days?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 weeks?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 months?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself in 10 years?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself (or humanity) in 10 decades?</b>

<b>Where do you see yourself (or humanity) in 10 centuries?</b>

and finally...

<b>Make a Top 10 List.</b>

September went by pretty quickly, didn't it?

Of course, now that tomorrow is October (!!!), the rest of the year will slip into fast forward. Especially with all the events coming up this month. There's thee Renaissance Faire on the 8th, as well as payday.
And that Sunday is 10/10/10...which ...while very cool, I don't know what I'll do to celebrate. Probably just be all, "Cool. Today is 10-10-10!"
And then there's the 22nd. We'll see how that goes.
And of course, Halloween at month's end. And, hey, cool! This year it's on a Sunday, so I will actually have it off from both jobs. Hooray!

And now, the word cloud from September:

Visibility was poor, and he'd been speeding - just a little - and it was raining cats and dogs, and yeah, he'd had a few too many drinks before leaving the bar, so in all fairness, the accident was his fault. But it was still also the Freak's fault for being in the road in the first place.

At least, that was the justification Alexander used to help him feel better.

If he'd not been intoxicated, though, he probably would have called the police, and things would have turned out much differently. Perhaps the Freak would have been saved, and that would have made a world of difference, because then - most likely - there wouldn't have been the Retaliation, which resulted in so many deaths.

Sometimes Alexander was kept awake by these thoughts and the guilt that came along with them.

Knowing that, inadvertently, he'd been the cause of unimaginable suffering... it could weigh on a guy's conscious.

Mostly, though, he felt rage toward the Freaks. Nobody asked the original Freak to show up in the first place. Nobody asked him to stick around, fighting crime and saving lives and being all heroic. And certainly nobody asked him to be in the middle of the road that night.

But he had been.

And, so it was that Alexander Luthor had hit Superman with hsi car, critically injuring him.

Alexander felt another pang of anger - at Superman - when he thought about it some more. What kind of superhero is able to be killed by a speeding car? Wouldn't it have made more sense if, instead, his car had been crunched, and the Freak had walked - or flown - away unscathed? THat's how the comics and movies had always depicted his abilities.

But as it turned out, the comics and movies got it wrong. In plenty of ways. There was no Kryptonite - the Freaks could be killed by the same means as humans - they just had super-strength, and could fly. Also, "Superman" - the original Freak - was not the last of his kind. Something Earth learned the hard way once Superman's death made the news.

Pick a song

So, you're driving along, listening to the radio, and scanning the presets. You hear three tunes - which do you choose to listen to?

A) "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by the Smashing Pumpkins

B) "Kiss Me Deadly" by Lita Ford

C) "Sober" by Tool

Your friends don't dance.

I've had that song stuck in my head all day.


Also I'm not P@. I'm Saren. again. Because I started this blog and I'M GONNA END IT.

I'm sure that's a line from some movie. Somewhere. I say this because quoting movies makes you cool.

Okay so. Dad walked out and asked me to blog for him so I wanted this to be all creative and stuff and not like when I was blogging for him just to put in a filler. I guess I still am though, putting in a filler. but. but.

no butts.

Haiku Review: The Fourth Kind

Aliens? God? Hoax?
It's up to you to decide.
(But it's aliens.)

Except that it's not.
Because the "footage" was fake,
to make more drama.

Fake money stories

Warning: Not that interesting!

I only have a few stories involving counterfeit money that I can recall. here they are!

About (my god!) 15 years ago, a friend of mine's mom worked in a casino. At one point during her shift, she received a counterfeit 100 dollar bill. Somehow or other, she ended up giving it to my friend and let her spend it. yay for moms with wacked out moral compasses!

About a year ago, I had a 20 dollar bill in my possession that was fake. (I didn't know it at the time) When I went to spend it at Taco Bell (of course!), the cashier informed me that it was a counterfeit bill - and then attempted to give it back to me. Haa! I told him I didn't want it (and coincidentally, when I was being trained at the sev about fake money, I was told that if any come my way, I'm supposed to hold on to them). The guy did give me the meal, though (but not the change. So, even though it was only 15 or 16 dollars, it cost us 20. Or nothing, if you want to look at it another way).

And about a week ago I went through the McDonald's drivethru with a coworker, and attempted to pay with 100 Grand. They didn't accept that, but at least it made the cashier smile.

borrowing Soupy's thunder

I'm not stealing it, see. I'm just borrowing it, I guess.

Soupytwist has been blogging about art all this month. (Or maybe it's Art. Probably both.)
Anyway. She has talked about movies and television and books, but one thing that she hasn't mentioned (that I've seen) is video games.

So. Can video games be art? I would argue that they can be, if movies are, since video games are just movies that are controlled by individuals.

But, then, if video games are art...what about board games? Or card games? Or just any game at all - is freeze tag performance art? Or is it simply fun?

And what constitutes a game, anyway? You can make a game out of anything if you try hard enough (it's sometimes the only way to make time pass in a bearable fashion "Let's see how many people buy Marlboros this hour.") so...I'm not sure what my point is, other than I've been awakr for waaaay too long, and so I'm pretty exhausted at this point.

I'll bet she does

Funniest line from a political commercial:

"I'm Sharon Angle, and I approve this mess--"

Heh. I know that it was unintentional and that it was just the last half second being cut off, but it made me chuckle. Now, if only the other 29.5 seconds of the spot could be cut off as well...

100 days and MANTIS

2010 only has 100 days left in it! Crazy. And, actually, since this day is more or less over now, it's 99.

Our Mantis (Steph blogged about it here - way back in July!) has grown to a disturbingly large size now. I'm not sure how big it is, exactly, but it's much bigger than it was all those months ago when it first appeared on our screen door.
In fact, until a few weeks ago, I was pretty certain that it was going to be stuck there because the gap to get out was way too thin for it to fit through.

However, I saw it squeeze itself out of the crack about 3 weeks ago (in order to catch another insect that made the mistake of crawling nearby - which was awesome and scary) ...and then it squeezed back in. Heh. It totally thinks of the screen door as it's home.

But if it gets much larger... well, my joke right now is that it will probably eat the turtles first. And then the cats. So, we'd have time to get away before it goes after us.
Although I've not seen the turtles for a few days now....

Don't worry! Bill Murray!

(Today is Bill Murray's birthday. And whenever he comes up, that line from that song gets stuck in my head. So, thank you Mr. Murray, and also, Mr. Cicierega.)

And to help make this more interactive - what is your favorite Bill Murray movie and/or quote or story?

In lieu of a real entry (I've been sitting at the keyboard for over seven minutes now, staring at a blank screen, tyring to think of *something* to write), I'm just going to find a random youtube song, and link to that.

Why? Because it's what we do. (and because I've been listening to that album today.)

In an alternate universe, where sheep have superstrength (provided through their wool) and have been domesticated by humans and raised into intelligent weaponry....someone has uttered the line, "You sheared my battlesheep."

But I don't think that particular sentence has ever been said in *this* universe. Until now.

Work makes me grumpy

Well, lots of things makes me grumpy. But working certainly tops the list. And having to deal with obnoxious individuals. Seriously, there shouldn't be 10 commandments, there should be one. And it would be thus: "Dude. Don't be a dick."

It's not a tough one to follow, is it? I don't think that it is, but obviously there's something tough about it, because a good portion of the population can't seem to obey it.

Eh. Whatever. I'm home now, and no work tomorrow, and I've got great kids and a day to enjoy them with. So there's good things to balance out all negative. :)

Here's Irina!

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And then she said, "That's all." I'm glad I have children who will assist me in my blogging related goals. :)

If all goes well tomorrow, I'll get back to Goat's tail. I mean tale. If not, then most certainly Sunday.

The Goatest story ever told

Billy was 9 when the Supreme Creator of the Universe first spoke to him directly.

He was at a petting zoo, when he heard the voice behind him. "Billy."

Young Billy turned to see who had spoken. His father was watching off in the distance, along with several approaching families, but this voice had come from the opposite direction.

One of the goats looked at Billy with it's bizarre square-shaped pupils and opened it's mouth. "Hey there," it said.

Billy was surprised to hear a goat speaking, but handled it pretty well. He screamed in absolute terror, and ran toward his father. Goat ran after him (as goats generally do) saying, "Billy. Stop making a scene. I have something important to tell you."

Needless to say, this did not make Billy calmer. His father had already jumped into the petting zoo's fenced-in area, and was running to scoop up his horrified child.
Goat sighed. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this the Old Testament way. Humans are so stubborn." Goat then butted Billy in the butt, knocking him down. Billy had the wind knocked out of him. An eternity seemed to pass as Billy's mind processed everything that had recently happened:

A goat spoke to me. And then chased me. And then rammed it's head into my butt and oh my god, I can't breathe!

And then Billy took a huge breath inward, and cried like he hadn't since he was a little baby. All he wanted was to be back home where there weren't goats that talked and he wasn't being assaulted by barnyard animals.

And now it's nearly 11pm, and tomorrow is a 15 hour work day, so I'll have to work on/finish this story later.

Things are about to get real

Heh. Lame joke. It's Reality TV night! Survivor premieres in about 20 minutes (as long as the digital reception stays ...receptionable?), and it's the finale of America's Not Talented! Who will win? LOG? Hatboy? Someone more deserving? We'll find out...unless I fall asleep first.

But, Survivor!! We totally had pizza tonight, too, in honor of it. Yay for traditions. Oh, also, we have decided as a family that Jeff Probst is probably a Twilight-type vampire. I mean, he never ages, and he's handsome and sparkly in the sunshine. ...it makes sense. (we're very nerdy)

And lastly, big thanks to  Saren for blogging for me while I slept.

Dad hasn't blogged yet.

It's almost tomorrow and The P@ hasn't blogged today. So I figured (actually, debated with myself for about an hour) that I'd post for him. I figure if he really doesn't want this post then he can delete it.

Anyway, so that you forget that he almost didn't blog today, here is a kitten, because no one can be angry at kittens.

unless said kitten peed on your floor.

By the way, Dad, if you'd rather not have this post just delete it. I'm sorry for blogging for you.

Cross Canada off the list

If there is any truth the dream I had last night, Canada is not a place to live. Well, I mean, if you're a cat. Because, apparently, in Canada there are spiders the size of a dinner plate, and they exist on a cat-only diet. Still creepy, though.

Oh, and you have to knock on any door that you enter, even ones in your own house.

Those crazy Canucks.

It's true - there aren't enough hours in the day. Or, more accurately, not enough hours in the night.

"And the wot-wot nine under salty agwa, seen?"

This woman was clearly delusional. Some of the words she had been sputtering were English, but making sense of them was beyond me.

"I. Don't. Understand. You."

It's a common fact that if you talk slower to people you don't get, they will gain comprehension.

Which is why the woman began speaking back to me, slowly.

She sighed in frustration, then said, "Rat-a-pills swack. Swack mon, seen? Swack all mon? Rat-a-pills?"

I shook my head. "I don't have any drugs, lady. And I think you probably should lay off them."



Aaaand that's enough for now. It's still forming in my mind, which is in some bad need of some rest. Man, today was long.

nines are bad, huh?

I'm not very knowledgeable on numerology, but is today's date cursed or something? It was just, overall, an unpleasant one.

I've been grumpy the last few days, though, so maybe numbers have nothing to do with it.

Anyway. Tomorrow's the 10th, so it's got to be a better day. In fact, I will make it a better day. Even if I have to kill every single person that gets in my way and tries to ruin it.

Tomorrow: Story time! Just have to decide which one to go with.

Haiku Review: Sherlock Holmes

How did Tony Stark
go back in time to 19th
century London?

4 kids!

Hooray! We have our Saren back!

When we got her from the airport -which, dude. I'm SO glad we don't fly often. Airports are on the same level as DMVs when it comes to boredom production and bureaucracy atmosphere - I said that she looked taller. She replied that we all looked "tinier". Heh.

Sadly, I haven't been able to see her much, because after driving back home, I had to go back to work for the rest of the day, and then when I got home, due to jetlag and having been awake for many hours, Saren was exhausted. I saw her for maybe 20 minutes when I got home, and then she crashed.

But, still. Nice to have all four kids in the house again.

A matter of taste

Who was the United States most delicious president? My gut (ha!) instinct says Franklin Donuthole Roosevelt.

However, John Fructose Kennedy was probably sweeter (although much less nutritious).

I suppose, ultimately, it's a matter of taste, as most things food and political are.

same ol', same ol'

I keep telling myself, "It doesn't matter if it's bad - it probably will be - just write it anyway."

I keep not listening.

dogs are barking

Never quite understood how feet are dogs, but whatever. My feet are really sore right now. The sev keeps me on my feet pretty much the entire shift, as opposed to the station, where I'm more or less sitting the majority of the day. What I really need is a job where I get paid for lying down. Heh.

Tomorrow, definitely no work-related blog entry. Seems like that's all I talk about anymore.

Today though, was a much better day at the sev. Or, rather, I'm feeling better about it. I think yesterday was just bad due to being so long. And the person training me (both yesterday and today) was somoene I hadn't known previously. I got to know him a bit better today, and when I needed help, I asked for it, and he provided it, so the feeling of overwhelmedness was much diminished.

Now, though, I am ready for sleep. Glorious, glorious sleep.

eh.
Just spent the last five minutes or so trying to think of a title, unsuccessfully.
My day was long, stressful, ultimately rather boring.
WOrking at "the sev" is, I think, not something I want to do for an extended amount of time. I like it, in theory. But it seems that each time I go toward there, I feel a small sense of dread. I fear that I'm not learning the job quickly enough, and not really being trained properly. Or, maybe, that I'm not being trained the way I would like to be? Because it seems that the way I've been taught thus far has been the "throw him in and see if he swims" method, which, is, you know, fine. People can learn that way (and I am learning) but it's also somewhat stressful while you thrash about until you start to tread water, ya know?

I'm rambling, and not really sure what my point is, or if this is even worth blogging about, but, there ya go. All I know is that I'm rather relieved that I don't have to work at any of my jobs on Sunday.

Now or never

It's really very early, but I figure if I don't blog NOW, I won't really get a chance, since I'm working both jobs today, and won't be home until after 10pm. And by that point, I have no idea if I'll be alert enough to even compose anything on the computer.
So, I thought, why not blog now, before you leave home?

Great. Only problem is, I have nothing to talk about.

All right. I promise to blog again when I get back home. Perhaps something interesting will happen during my 15 hour work day. (One can hope, right?) For now, I need to go wash some dishes and make my lunch(es).

Nine oh two one schmoe

That was Steph's nickname for Beverly Hills 90210, which we sometimes watched (in syndication) waaaay back in the day.

I had originally wanted Fridays to be "Fiction Fridays" wherein I would write some sort of nontrue anecdote. But I'm rather tired (shocking!), so I'll pass for now. Perhaps I'll ...oh wait. Heh. TOday is only Thursday. Oh, man. See? Tired!

Speaking of fiction, though, and also of weird coincidences:
For a few days now I've had a story idea mulling about in my head (actually, it's alternated between about 3 or 4 of them), but anyway, one of the main ones was about a guy who goes to a party, and takes a hit of a new drug called Zig Zag, and passes out. When he comes to, he's somewhere he doesn't recognize. Eventually, he discovers that he's in a different world, one wherein the zombie apocalypse has already taken place. (Yeah, it's always zombies.)
I was trying to think up a way to make it so that, in fact, he himself was a zombie.
But, the thing was, he would flip back and forth between our world and zombieland (heh. Zombieland.) whenever he would sleep in one, and that proved tricky, since, you know, zombies don't sleep.

But anyway. I've had that premise in my head for a few days.

Today, I'm at the library, picking up some other items, and a graphic novel caught my eye. That novel? Revolver. Which is about a guy in a dead-end job who, whenever he falls asleep, finds himself in a post-apocalyptic world...

Would you like to take a survey?

So, I didn't get my nap.

I was lying down, just on the brink of actually getting some sleep, when, as the Universe often does when Loki (this one, not this one) is in charge, the telephone rang.

Thinking it might be important (Saren, perhaps, whom I haven't talked to in ages! I miss her!!), I answered.

It wasn't Saren. Unless, while in Ithaca she has become roboticized. And has developed a sudden and acute interest in Southern Nevada politics and my opinion on how Jim Gibson is doing in his job. [sigh]

So, after completing the phone survey (I know. I should've just hung up. It's not like I was oging to hurt the robot's feelings...), I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went outside and cleaned up the front yard's massive amount of leaves. (It's been, like, 3 months since I last did, so there were a LOT).
Now I'm all sweaty, and hungry, and even more tired than before.

All told, I would have preferred the nap.

That's August's word cloud, for what it's worth.

I'm exhausted, which is nothing new. And still not used to blogging. Day one of September is covered, though, so there's that. Tomorrow should be better. And by better, I mean, I'll be more alert, and hopefully have some more interesting content to provide. For now, I think I'm going to attempt to take a nap while Steph, Harper, Irina, and Silas are still out enjoying the minor break in the heat we've been having.

June words, etc

Wordle cloud from June:



I've decided to blog everyday in September. Not expecting it to be wonderful writing or anything, just that my blog has been rather neglected lately, and I want to remedy that.

The Eels have a new album ("Tomorrow Morning") coming out in 2 days. But you can currently listen to it free on their myspace page. Hooray!

Also in 2 days? The entire series of Lost comes out on DVD. Eh. I have a feeling that maybe in 5 years or so, I'll want to revisit the series, but the ending has, for now, soured my view of the whole thing. (Although I did watch that 12 minute "epilogue" that will be in the special features. It was ...okay.)

Another thing happening in 2 days? The 3rd (and final) Hunger Games book ("Mockingjay") comes out. The first two were wonderful. We're on the waiting list for Mockingjay at the library, but we are like #240, so it may be a while before we get to it. Although I get first dibs. Because Saren read book 1 first, then Steph read book 2 first, so I get book 3 first, right? (Man. That sentence had a lot of 'first' in it, and probably could have been better stated. But, whatever. I'm tired, and my mind is focused on the Eels songs and my point got across.)

Another other thing in 2 days? Saren leaves on her trip to Ithaca. Steph has already talked about this briefly. It's going to be really strange for Saren to be out of the house for that long. And so far away. I'm sure she'll have a great time, though. I wonder if she'll get homesick. And if Steph will be okay. She's the one who is going to see her off at the airport, after all. (Her flight leaves at some ungodly hour in the morning, and because of airport "security" inconveniences, I'll stay home with Harper, Irina, and Silas. So, most of us will have to say our goodbyes to Saren the night before. Steph, on the other hand, will be there to actually hug her before she leaves. I'm not sure who has the better deal there.)

We'll have Skype of course, so we'll be in touch everyday, but it's still gonna be strange for our eldest to be out of the house - and across the country! - for two weeks.

one two three...

Today is 8/9/10, and I started a second (part-time) job at 7-Eleven.

Numbers are cool.

Edit - Ha! Being bored, I just entered "7-8-9-10-11" into swagbucks, and got rewarded with six of them. Heh.

Me, circa 2030

Wow. Um. I'm not going to be the best looking 55 year old, am I?

What about you? How will you look in 20 years?

20 bucks, same as in town

Last night I dreamt about Last Comic Standing. (I know, right? How boring am I?)

Anyway, the sad thing is that I can't remember the majority of the joke, so I'm hoping we can reverse engineer it. I recall the set-up, and the punchline, but I need the middle section.


The set-up is that "these" are the three most important questions in the world.

I don't remember 1 & 2, but the "punchline" was that the third was "Did you hear what I said?"

...which, really, isn't all that funny, but in the dream it certainly was. And, hey, maybe if I remembered what the first two questions were, it would be  (doubtful!), so, if you're feeling particularly comedic, have at it. What are the other 2 most important questions in the world?

Shave your face with some mace in the dark

I'm clean shaven again.

I'd post a photo, but oddly, all the pictures (well, it's just the one so far) of me sans beard make me look older and aren't appealing, so for the sake of my vanity, none are available yet. Give me a day or three to get used to it (and take better pictures. Ha!).

Actually, here. I'll just put the picture up so that there's something else to this post, because as it is, it's somewhat boring, isn't it?

Halfway to 70

So it's Flag Day.

Last night I had a disturbing dream.
Keeping in mind that a) people's dreams are always less interesting to anyone hearing about them than the one who had them, and b) describing dreams usually takes much less time than the dream itself, here's what happened:

It was a post apocalyptic setting. The details of which were apparently not important enough for my brain to create, but I knew that a large percentage of the population had died off, fairly recently.

Survivors began to congregate, as they do in such tales.
I suggested that we go to the library to gather books on plumbing, gardening [real life intrusion!], and...I had some other topic that I thought was vital, but I forget now. But, you know, knowledge is power and all that, so that was the plan.

On the way to the libe, I picked up on some less than kind vibes coming from a young guy near the back of the group.

At one point he even told me, "You're going to die unexpectedly."

Well, that certainly increased the feeling of dread that was creeping over the dream.

Anyway. We get to the library, and we begin searching for books, splitting up to cover more ground quicker.

Naturally, I end up alone with Threat Guy, and two other people. Threat Guy (man, it would be nice if dream-people came pre-equiped with names, no?) removed a gun from his jacket, and I'm in full-on panic mode. But one of the other people in the room with us said, "Don't worry, Patrick. You don't die here."

Hearing this prophecy (I really don't know why, but that's the sense I got - what this guy said was actually preordained, and just...prophetic), anyway, hearing this prophecy instantly calmed me.
I was at complete and utter peace....and that's when Threat Guy shot me in the back of the head.

And then, at that exact instant, I woke up because Saren was screaming about a bug in her room.

It was 1am. Happy Birthday!!

The remainder of the day was surprisingly less dramatic.

At work I received Happy Birthday wishes from about 13 different people, with roughly 4 of them asking me why I didn't take the day off. Heh.
I also got free lunch (no such thing!), 4 bags of Skittles, a bag of barbecue potato chips, and a cupcake.

When I got home, I walked into the girls jumping out from various hiding places to wish me happy birthday, and homemade cards from them all. Not surprisingly, many of them were chinchilla related.

Oh, yes. I'm 35 now, so...chinchilla day, right?


Well... no.

A few days ago, Steph said (paraphrasing): "I didn't say you'd get a chinchilla when you turn thirty-five. I said 'forty-five'."

So, 10 years until I get the 'chilla. Mark the calendars - 6/14/20.

(Reminder: Get this promise in writing.)

But, now Steph is making dinner - and a cake - and later I'm going to make good on my Birthday Resolution #2 (which is to start writing, daily, again). (Resolution #1 is to exercise daily. Completed!)

So, all in all, a pretty good Flag Day.

Wii!

A lesson for all those who want to run a corporation someday

While removing a bunch of employees seems like a great way to save money (and, in fact, probably is, at least in the short term), keep in mind that the workers you have stick around are going to have their workload doubled (or sometimes tripled ...or more).

And while that might work out just fine for you - after all, you aren't doing any extra work, and you're saving lots of money since you aren't increasing the workers' pay - given enough time, your slaves are going to get worn out from all that extra labor.

And when people get tired, they make mistakes.

And mistakes? They tend to cost businesses money.

Sometimes LOTS of money.

Sadly, I don't think this 'lesson' will be learned by anyone, really, because honestly, it's not like the workers have much say in the matter. I mean, what are they gonna do - starve?

So, despite the fact that working people to death is good for neither them nor, ultimately, you, the whole stupid game will keep on going until the earth tires of it all and hurls itself into the sun.

Haiku Review: Diary of the Dead

Oh, look. Zombie flick
with "social commentary".
How original!

"Diary" wasn't
bad, just heavy-handed,
and not ground-breaking.

May 2010 word count

I can't believe tomorrow is June. And also back to work. Even 3 day weekends are too short.

Harper with Lickorish

Magic girl

People in this family who got haircuts today:

Me.

Harper.

That is all.

That's easy. Pez. Cherry flavored Pez.

Imagine you're going to be cursed.

The curse is, that for the rest of your life, you will only hear the music of *one* band (or singer). If you could choose who the artist was, who would you choose and why?


And what band or singer would be absolute hell for you?


Yes, I realize that these questions may be too difficult to actually answer. I have thought about it for a while, and I still don't have a response myself.

Haiku Review: Lost - The End

"It only ends once."
Well, actually, we got two
endings, didn't we?

This is what took place
in Sideways World: Each of the
characters "wakes up".

This "waking up: means
remembering their Island
life (and sometimes death).

As each character
has their epiphany, lots
of great music plays.

Most of these wake ups
happen thanks to loved ones from
their days on the Isle.

I guess in The End
the love you make is equal
to the love you wake.

I wanted to hear
"You All Everybody" at
the Drive Shaft concert.

I like to pretend
it was played during the Church
scene at the end, though.

But I'm not quite there.
Let's go to the Island and
see what happened there.

Desmond was rescued
by Rose, Bernard and Vincent.
(Yay, Vincent!! Good dog!!)

Only to be caught
by Smocke moments later. Then
Jack & co. show up.

Jack's all, "Let me take
you to the Light. The thing
I'm meant to protect."

Once there, Jack & Smocke
lower Des into the Light.
Des removes a cork.

Really. There's a stone
cork plugging up a hole. Des
pulls it out. Earthquake!!

The Island begins
to sink. Jack and Smocke battle.
Smocke is mortal now.

Smocke starts to cut Jack's
neck (I knew it!), but then Kate
shoots Smocke in the chest.

Jack kicks Smocke off a
cliff, and he falls to his death.
Well, that was simple.

But, even with Smocke
dead, the Isle is still sinking.
Must put back the cork.

Jack says he'll do it.
Hurley says it's suicide.
Kate and Sawyer leave.

They're on their way to
Hydra, where Frank and Richard
are alive and well.

Miles is with them, too,
and they're repairing the plane
with duct tape. Hee hee!

Jack needs to put the
cork back in. Since that will kill
him, he transfers the...

...title of "Island
Protector" to Hurley. First
smart thing Jack's done.

Jack gets lowered down
by Hurley and Ben. He puts
the giant cork back.

He has Hurley pull
Desmond back up. And that's it
for Des, Island-wise.

We don't see him get
reunited with Penny,
or his son, Charlie.

But, he does see them
in another life, brotha.
So...hooray for death?

And, it's implied that
Hurley, as the new Jacob,
helps Desmond get home.

Hurley asks Ben to
be the new Richard Alpert.
Aww. Hurley's so sweet.

Kate and Sawyer find
Claire, say, "Come with us." Claire says,
"No." Then says, "OK."

Kate, Claire, Frank, Richard,
Sawyer, and Miles are the new
Oceanic Six.

I guess technically
they're the Ajira Six. Point
is, they're who escape.

(Until 3 years pass
and Richard yells, "We have to
go back, Kate!!!" Ha ha)

Time to revisit
Sideways World one last time. We're
nearing the Ending(s).

The concert is done
and (You All) Everybody
is now at the Church.

Except Jack. He meets
up with Kate, who mentions how
long she has missed him.

Then she says she'll see
him at the Church for the Lost
cast wrap-up party.

Ben is outside the
Church. Hurley invites him in,
but Ben says, "No thanks."

Hurley tells Ben he
was a great number 2, and
Ben tells Hurley he...

...was a great number
one. I think they're talking 'bout
the "fan favorite" poll.

Jack enters the Church,
goes to his dad's coffin. He
opens it. ...empty!!

Christian's body is
always getting LOST, isn't
it? Oh, wait. He's here.

Standing behind his
son, Christian explains Sideways
World to Jack (and us).

All the people in
this world are dead. Some, like Boone,
from before Jack died.

Others, like Hurley,
died "much, much later". But, they're
all dead. ('cept David)

[I haven't figured
out David. Why would Jack and
Juliet make him?]

This world was a place
created by the Losties
for them to meet up...

...before they "move on".
Then (You All) Everybody
hugs and smiles and cries.

Christian opens the
Church doors, and there's a Light. (Same
Light from the Island?)

That's it for Sideways.
All Losties go to Heaven.
(Except those who don't)

But it's not The End.
Lost truly ends with Jack, now
almost at life's end.

He stumbles to the
spot he first woke up on the
Island, and lies down.

Vincent trods over
and kisses Jack's face, lies down
next to him (Good dog!!)

Jack watches as the
Ajira plane flies over.
At peace, Jack smiles, dies.

Lost concludes with a
close up of an eye shutting.
Hey! It's Matthew Fox!


So, there we have it. No more Lost. No more Lost haiku.
I was pretty disappointed with the finale, and I was going to rant at length about it here, but almost don't want to. I'm irritated that I've given it so much thought, even 5 days later. I want to "let go" of Lost myself. Maybe I do need to rant, just to be able to do so.
Lost was never a perfect program, during my rewatch of the first 4 seasons between season 5 & 6, I noticed a LOT of problems with it. But it was entertaining - wildly so in many instances, and for a very long time, I considered it my all time favorite show EVER. (Yes, even beating out Buffy and Angel. Because *those* programs have some pretty bad flaws too)
But the finale... and this final season...*sigh*
I wasn't expecting answers for everything. And it's not like I want the answers to be spoon-fed to me, but to have SO MANY THINGS just completely dropped altogether is a complete slap in the face.
Another haiku:

Dear Cuse and Lindelof,
Please look into this thing called
Chekov's gun. Thanks, P@.


Seriously. So many things were just red herrings. Volcanos, Walt's specialness, the Egyptian hieroglyphs, the Dharma food drops, the interconnections of the Losties before they boarded the plane... I'm sure many of you have already seen this, but here's a pretty funny list of "unanswered questions" from Lost.

The David abandonment was bothersome. Jack (and Juliet) create a fictional child to help themselves get over their own issues, and then, once they realize they're dead, and the kid doesn't exist, just go, "Oh, okay. On to heaven it is, then!"
And, of course, Sawyer doesn't get to bring his daughter to heaven.
And Aaron is there...but as a baby.
And Ji Yeon isn't there at all.
I think the writers might have issues.

Some of the other things I've seen around about how the finale could've been improved have been interesting. I liked the idea of having "Christian" actually be the Smoke Monster, and Sideways World was a trap he made to lead all the Losties into the Light. The final shot would have been of 20-some-odd Smoke Monsters destroying the world.

Another thing that's irritating about the finale is that despite the creators talking about how Lost was "about the characters, not the mysteries" is...no. They didn't wrap up any of the character's arcs except Jack. We don't know what happened with Richard, Kate, Sawyer, etc. Or Hurley and Ben (although apparently there's going to be "missing footage" on the DVD set of exactly that).
Or the Island itself. The Island was a charcter too, ya know. And, in fact, I'd say it was the one that people wanted to know the most about.
By leaving all these things unanswered, they have absolutely a) pissed off a LOT of people
and b) ensured that fanfic and sequels and comics and books and movies and spinoffs are absolutely going to happen. I hope they're happy, but I highly doubt I'll invest in any of them. I want to put the Lost universe behind me. (Wish me luck. I somehow doubt the Island is done with me.)

The best part about
Lost ending is I can stop
watching ABC.

Ha! I kill me!

Alf should be remade/rebooted/reimagined whatever it is they're calling it where they go back and mine a story for nostalgic reasons.

But they should totally go darker.

Other shows that should also get this treatment:

Bosom Buddies (that one doesn't have to be dark, and would probably work best as a comedy movie, ala The Brady Bunch)

Mr. Belvedere (again, big screen adaptation)

The Greatest American Hero (although I suspect that one is already on the air, and is currently going under the name of Chuck)

V. Oh. Wait. No, that one wouldn't work.

I'd like to see a Quantum Leap show that focused more on the time-travel wonkiness and how things were fixed. Like Timecop, but...not sucky like Timecop.

Or, Hollywood could come up with something original for a change. I mean, otherwise what are people going to remake 20 years from now?

Evil snake is watching you

Time, let me waste it

So, two things here.

1) Lost ended, and was ...polarizing, might be the most apt description. I was pretty disappointed, as was Stephanie, and a whole lot of other people on the internet were as well. But, it seems, just as many people seemed to either love it or at least, find it acceptable. And there were moments that I truly enjoyed.
But after it ended, I actually felt trepidation about writing up my haiku review. I still will, and hopefully in the few days that it takes before I get it written/posted, my thoughts will have coalesced a bit more and I can express in it what I both liked and what I did not. All in 17 syllabic chunks.

2) Over the weekend (on Saturday, actually), the station was broken into by some vandals. They stole all the computers downstairs, and dumped a whole bunch of filing cabinets with a BUNCH of papers all over the place.
(Un)fortunately, my computer is upstairs, which was completely left untouched, and so I am still able to work. It was the sales department (and receptionist) that was mostly affected by this. Of course, the repercussions will be long lasting, and I have a feeling things are going to feel...weird at work for a while.

2a) Today was my 15 year anniversary with the station.
... Fifteen years is a god damn long time.

1 light, 1 dark

I'm such a dork

2 Lockes

Silas and I wearing our Locke-shirts

LOST Day!!

To celebrate, the following things have happened:

Silas & I both wore Locke shirts (his is orange, which isn't canon, but he looks cute in it anyway, so a lot is forgiven).

I reread several of my haiku reviews. (God, some of the stuff I've written is hilariously awesome. For example, the fact that Boone [the world's worst lifeguard] performed CPR on his sister...with his tongue. Heh.)

John Locke showed up in the Wii Play game where you have to "find 3 look alikes"! Even the Wii wants to celebrate!

It rained, and hailed, too! Wacky weather that changes on a dime is sooo like the Island's weather!

Saren, Irina, and I started to play Lost: The Game. ...only to stop at a pretty early juncture. (Consider it in honor of the millions of people who started watching Lost, then quit at some point) Now we'll never know if Claire died at her tent or not.

I had Steph take a photo of me with one dark eye and one light eye, just like in Claire's dream. (I might upload it in a little while. We'll see. For now, it's time to start the Lost-a-palooza!! The 2 hour recap, and then 2.5 hour finale. The final haiku will be posted ...sometime this week, after my mind has been reassembled, I guess.

True Fact!

No turtle will ever use a chair.

Rats and Lost and whatnot

It's late, and I very nearly forgot to blog today. So, briefly:

Saren bought a second rat today (it's name is Milky Way), the end of Lost is tomorrow, and ...um. Basically that's it.
Note to self: Plan ahead better for blog entries.

Haiku Review: Lost - What They Died For

Penultimate Lost!!
How on earth will we survive
once this is over?

In Sideways world, Jack
wakes up with a bleeding neck.
Sign of things to come?

Jack has breakfast with
his son, David, who reminds
him 'bout the concert.

David's mom will be
there. It's obvious that she
is Juliet, but...

...since that's so easy
to see and not a twist, I
hope it's someone else.

Desmond prank calls Jack,
says they found his dad's body.
That's just cruel, brotha.

Next, Des drives to Locke's
school, where he plans to run down
Locke once again. Ha!

Ben stops Desmond, who
claims he ran Locke over to
help him let go. Hmmm.

He then proceeds to
beat the crap out of Ben, which
makes Ben remember.

When Ben tells Locke what
Des said about letting go,
Locke's all, "Jack said that!!"

Ben has dinner with
Alex and her mom, Danielle,
and it goes quite well.

Locke returns to Jack:
"I believe in destiny.
Or maybe it's Fate."

Jack says my line: "Don't
underestimate the strength
of coincidence."

Acutally, he says
Eko's line: "Don't mistake fate
for coincidence."

Scratch that. Reverse it.
"Don't mistake coincidence
for fate." There we go.

Either way, Locke says
he's ready to get out of
his wheelchair. Awesome.

Meanwhile, Desmond has
turned himself in to the cops.
Hi, Kate! Hi, Sayid!

With help from Hurley
and Ana-Lucia, Des
gets them out of jail.

Sayid and Hurley
leave together, while Des tells
Kate "it's concert time."

Ben, Miles and Richard
finally get to Ben's old house.
(What took them so long?)

Widmore and Zoe
are already there. Widmore
says Jacob sent him.

Well, that explains how
Widmore got back after he
was banished (if true).

Here comes Smocke! Miles says,
"I've seen what this guy can do."
Decides to run, hide.

Richard says, "I'll talk
to him." Which ...doesn't end well
for our poor Spaniard.

Ben hides Widmore in
his closet, instantly tells
Smocke where he's at. Ha!!

Smocke cuts Zoe's throat.
So, add that one to the list.
Widmore starts to talk...

...but then Ben shoots him.
So long, Widmore. (Be sure to
tell Miles your secrets.)

Let's check in on the
Final Four (Kate, Hurley, Jack
and Sawyer), shall we?

Jack has to sew up
Kate's wound. It's like the reverse
of the pilot ep!

While getting sewn up,
Kate mourns for Ji Yeon, since her
parents forgot her.

She tells Jack, "We have
to kill Locke." (She means Smocke. Locke's
dead, remember Kate?)

Anyway. They head
off to find Des in the well
since Sayid said to.

Hurley gets stopped by
young Jacob. Or maybe it's
young Jacob's ghost. Um.

This kinda bugged me.
We've seen Jacob as a ghost.
His ghost is grown up.

So where'd young Jacob
come from? How can he be both
a kid and adult?

Plus, it's not like he
died when he was a child. So,
really, what the hell?

Well, whatever. Young
Jacob grabs his ashes from
Hurley, runs away.

Hurley finds Jacob
(in adult form) waiting for
him. "Let's have a talk."

The Final Four are
gathered around a campfire.
Jacob clues them in.

"Listen. One of ya'll
have to take over my job.
'Cuz I'm, you know, dead."

To no one's surprise,
Jack volunteers. He follows
Jacob to the Light.

(Which, it turns out, is
right next to where Jack woke up
back in the pilot.)

Jack drinks some magic
water, now they're the same. So...
call him Jackob now?

Smocke, meanwhile, has found
that Des is not in the well.
He tells Ben that he...

...is gonna destroy
the Island. Yeah. Right. There's just
one episode left.

The End is nearly
upon us. Last chance to share
your theories, questions.

Duh-pfront

Yay, May.

That's the time of the year when the networks (and the CW [ha!!]) have their upfront presentations.

The little Netlet that could had it's today, and it's tradition for me to talk about it, so here we go.

The musical guest for this year's presentation was Katie Perry, the woman that sings that horrid "I Kissed a Girl" diddy. She performed two songs, neither of which I had ever heard, and probably would not recognize if I heard them again now. The 2nd one, we were told, is going to be the theme for the CW Summer advertising campaign, so, um, I'm sure I will hear it again.

WHile my respect for Katie Perry is more or less nonexistent, I did get a chuckle out of her attempt to get a rise from the crowd. During the first performance, she said, "Is it too early for you to stand up have some fucking fun?" Hee. I do love it when the f bombs get thrown around. (Sadly, there were no crowd reactions from her rhetorical question, but I'm sure that there was some bigwig somewhere who was rather unhappy about it.)

Anyway. After she finished doing her songs, she introduced the executive vice president of network advertising sales, Rob Tuck. He's the type of individual who simply can not display human emotion without sounding like he's being paid to do it. You know what I mean. He tried to make jokes (dude. Don't quit your day job) and light banter about Katie Perry, but it just wasn't working. So, he handed the presentation off to Dawn Ostroff, the president of entertainment for the CW, who was welcomed with a stunning lack of applause.

Dawn talked about how the CW is fantasticly in touch with the youth of today, what with being online and twitter friendly and app this and facebook that, and several times the phrase "Generation D" was used.

Sigh.

The "D" stands, of course, for "Digital", and ...I just can't muster up enough emotion to be angry about this. It's irritating and stupid and gross and just ...gaaaah. No wonder young people hate us.

If I were feeling more witty, I'd make some jokes about degeneration (get it? D-generation?) or how it's Generation Duh, but they were made during the upfront (by us watching it) so they just feel tired and pointless now.

Anyway.

Only 2 new programs premiering this fall: Hellcats, a drama about cheerleading at a college that loves football. Basically Bring It On: The Series. I'll pass. It does have Sharpay from the High School Musical movies in it. So, good for her for finding work, I guess. Also, the executive producer is Tom Welling (Clark Kent from Smallville). Which is just...kinda weird, actually.

The other new show is Nikita, a remaking of the La Femme Nikita series from back in the 90s. Basically, Nikita is an ex-CIA assassin who goes rogue after developing a conscious regarding who she's killing. And so she's being hunted, while also wanting to take down the people who trained her. It could be semi-entertaining in a mindless popcorn type of way. Of course, it's on Thursday nights, so expect it to be slaughtered in the numbers.

There are 2 new reality shows for later in the year, both sound horrid. Plain Jane - a makeover reality show for the summer, where a "life coach" takes young women who have crushes, gives them makeovers, then lets them go on dates with their would be suitors. Blah. Looks like a rejected show from TLC or something.

And "Shedding for the Wedding", basically Biggest Loser for folks planning on getting married soon. Bor-ing!!

So that was basically it. The new lineup, for what it's worth:

Monday
8p- 90210
9p - Gossip Girl
Tuesday
8p - One Tree Hill (still??? Seriously. This was supposed to be the last season!!)
9p - Life Unexpected
Wednesday
8p - America's Next Top Model
9p - Hellcats
Thursday
8p - Vampire Diaries
9p - Nikita
Friday
8p - Smallville
9p - Supernatural

$

i wantz it.

A compilation of every death on Lost, through Across the Sea. Man, that show has a body count, doesn't it? I wonder how much higher it'll get in the remaining 3.5 hours.

Silas bday part 4

Yummy cake

Silas bday part 3

Cake!!

Silas's bday part 2

Playing with new toys

Silas's birthday part 1

Opening presents

Sleepin' dude

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzxzzzzzzzzaxza ZSAzaQ

Title is from Silas smashing his fingers on the keyboard.

...and that's gonnna have to do it for this entry, since he's REALLY unhappy right now, and I'm not sure if I'm going to get anotehr chance to blog today.

Haiku Review: Lost - Across the Sea

Since Lost is wrapping
up, and there are lots of loose
threads, let's flash way back.

Pregnant woman winds
up stranded on the Island.
Whoa. Déjà vu, dude.

An unnamed woman
finds and takes in the pregnant
woman, Claudia.

Hmm. I think unnamed
woman needs a name. I think
Crazy Pants works well.

Some other names we
might consider: Smoke Momster,
or how about Eve?

Well, whatever we
call her, she ends up summing
up Lost perfectly:

"Every question I
answer will simply lead to
another question."

Claudia gives birth
to a boy named Jacob. As
well as his brother.

And then Crazy Pants
smashes Claudia's head in
with a rock. Brutal!

Since Jacob's brother
is never directly named,
we had to come up...

...with possible names:
Milo, José, Boy in Black.
Or how about Adam?

Years pass. Crazy Pants
raises Jacob and Milo,
fills their heads with lies.

Lies such as: there is
nothing except the Island,
men are dangerous.

...Okay, that's more a
generalization than an
outright lie, but still.

Crazy Pants shows the
boys a magic cave of light.
She says, "Protect it."

Claudia's ghost tells
Milo the truth about all
of Crazy Pants lies.

Well, screw that, he says,
and leaves to join Claudia's
clan. Jacob stays back.

30 years later,
Milo is still trying to
get off the Island.

He discovered the
electromagnetic spots,
built the donkey wheel.

Crazy Pants is not
happy to learn about this.
Says, "No way, José."

She knocks him out, then
fills in the well, and slaughters
...well, ...everybody.

(This has led to the
specualtion that she might
be a smoke monster)

Then she takes Jacob
back to the magic light cave,
has him drink some wine.

This makes them "the same",
meaning he knows everything
and we still don't, right?

Milo comes to, finds
his people slaughtered, then goes
and stabs Crazy Pants.

Jacob gets pissed off,
throws Milo into the light.
Smokey emerges.

Jacob takes Milo's
corpse, along with Smoke Momster's,
puts them in the caves.

Where Jack, Kate and Locke
(remember them?) will find them
centuries later.

Lots of questions were
raised by this ep (see comments)
but remember...

Every question I
answer will simply lead to
another question.

Russell, self-proclaimed best Survivor ever

And let's not get started on that Nantucket fellow

At first I wanted to pout,
"What on earth should I blog about?"
Then I learned that 12 May
is Limerick Day.
And that removed all my doubt.

If I were feeling a bit more creative,
another limerick I would give.
I wrote out this one,
but it wasn't much fun,
perhaps I should be less dismissive?

Here we gooo

Silas loves to play Super Mario

Basketball diaries

Yesterday I went out to get pizza for dinner, and realized halfway there that I had forgotten both my wallet and my debit card.

Seeing as how we live about a thousand miles away from everything, having to turn around and go back home was slightly irritating.

And Steph will attest that when I get irritated, other drivers and distractions on the road are that much more vexing to me.

So, when I got near home, and was blocked by a group of children playing basketball in the road*, I was not exactly focusing on much other than my mounting rage.

*Seriously. These kids have an outdoor basketball hoop that they have set up right on the corner of our main road. One of these days someone is going to come around that corner a little too fast and there is going to be a pretty ugly situation as a result.

Anyway. I began driving past the kids, when I heard something "pop" in the direction of the right rear tire, as though I had run over a bottle or a child. I semi-slowed down, and glancing back in the mirror, could see the children sorta staring at me. I thought that they were probably worried that I was going to stop the car and get out and yell at them. Instead, I continued down the street until I got to our driveway. I got out of the van and looked the van over - no visible damage. Good.

I began walking into the house, when one of the kids yelled something to me. I stopped and faced him and he must have known that I hadn't heard him originally because he reyelled it: "You just flattened our basketball!"

It took my brain a second to comprehend, and perhaps he saw that moment of confusion on my face because he added, "With your tire! You ran over our ball!"

I (finally) put two and two together and said simply, "Sorry!" (although, really, I wasn't. And I'm certain that my voice conveyed that.) I then turned and went into the house to get my wallet.

As I recapped the events for Steph, between curses, she (or maybe one of the girls) said, "There's a basketball in the neighbor's garbage."

I was all, "What in the who now?"

And so I learned that our neighbor across the street, who had put out her garbage to the curb early, had thrown away a perfectly good basketball.

Well, I don't always understand the messages that the universe gives me, but that one was so clear that even I couldn't misread it.

Me, Saren, and Irina all walked out, grabbed the basketball from the trash (really, there was nothing wrong with it, why was it being thrown out?), and walked down the street to where the children were still congregated (they had obtained another ball, and were playing with that one). I gave them the ball to replace the one that I had run over, and, feeling that the karmic scales were balanced, we began to walk home.

...And then we found another basketball, lodged underneath one of the cars parked on the side of the street.

Irina was very excited about that, so she picked it up and asked if we could keep it. I was assuming that it had also been thrown away, and had rolled out of the garbage collection (that particular neighbor's trash was just up the street, so it is plausible that it came from there.) So, I said, "Sure."

And with that, we got ourselves a free basketball.

As we returned to the house, we all pondered over the events, and what, exactly, it meant. We had done a good deed, after having wronged some people, and were instantly rewarded, but then, the ball we took could very well have been the one that I had hit with the car to begin with. And not only that, but the kids REALLY shouldn't have been out in the road where their toys (and bodies) could easily be damaged by passing vehicles. And none of the events would have gone down if I had just remembered my wallet when I first left.

And that's when I realized that there was no moral to this story, it was just a bunch of things that happened.

Chester

Castle building

Haiku Review: Lost - The Candidate

John Locke proclaims that
he won't walk 500 miles,
much to Jack's chagrin.

Jack: "I can fix you."
Locke: "But then we'd get married.
So, thanks, but no thanks."

Mr. Fix-It's all,
"Don't tell me what I can't do!"
and invades Locke's life.

Jack asks Locke's dentist
(who happens to be Bernard)
for info on Locke.

Does doctor-patient
confidentiality
mean anything, guys?

Well, whatever. Jack
visits Locke's dad, Anthony.
And he's brain dead. Ha!!

Karma's a bitch, ain't
it, Mr. Cooper? (I'll take
'drooling' as a yes.)

Turns out Locke and his
pop were in a plane crash three
years prior, which caused...

...Locke's paralysis,
his dad's vegetative state.
So Locke feels guilty.

Claire shows up. She and
Jack ponder the music box
Christian willed to her.

Jack: "Stay with me, Claire."
Since they're practically strangers,
Claire would have said yes.

But then Jack reminds
her that they're related, so
Claire might say no. Heh.

Widmore has Hurley,
James, Jin and Sun, Kate and Frank
locked in a bear cage.

Then Widmore's lackeys
die due to second hand smoke.
Jack unlocks the cage.

They make their way to
the Ajira plane. The plan
is to fly away.

Smocke got to the plane
first. He killed two more Widmore
guards, then went on board.

Inside, the plane was
rigged with C-4 explosives.
This show loves C-4.

Smocke shows the bomb to
the group, says, "we'll need to take
Widmore's sub instead."

Sawyer informs Jack
he doesn't trust Smocke, so don't
let him on the sub.

Once there, there is yet
another shoot out, and Kate
winds up getting shot.

Smocke: "I've secretly
replaced Jack's regular pack
with one with C-4!"

The sub dives away,
leaving Claire behind. AGAIN!
Girl can't catch a break!

But Smocke tells her, "You
don't want to be on that sub.
It's much too sad there."

And he's right. But I'm
getting ahead of myself.
First, they find the bomb.

Jack says, "I've played this
game before! Don't worry, we
can't blow up. We're safe!"

Sawyer ain't buying
it, though. He pulls some wires and..
the timer speeds up!

Sayid: "Jack, save Des."
Then, he takes the bomb, goes boom.
There is no Sayid.

The sub starts to flood.
Sawyer gets knocked out. Frank gets
killed. (maybe he lived?)

Sun gets trapped by some
debris. Jin says he won't leave.
The room is flooding.

Hurley rescues Kate.
Jack escapes with Sawyer. Sun
and Jin stay behind.

Rest In Peace Sayid,
Jin, Sun, maybe Frank, and lots
of Widmore's lackeys.

Sadly, I expect
more blood to be spilled in the
last few episodes.

Irina

U win a hobo smile

Umm.... yay?

Doctors, monkeys, and werewolves.

I could probably do a full month's worth of these, but for now, just three short ones. (because that's all I can remember/think of right now)

When it comes to songs, I'm full of ...idiosyncrasies (or maybe audiosyncrasies. Heh.).
What I mean by that is that I will continue to sing things as I originally heard them, even if the lyrics are incorrect. Or, as is the case with the last two examples I'll give in a moment, I know the correct words, but have changed them to be more jokey/weird, and even though I don't *hear* them that way, I always change it.

Hopefully when I get to the examples, it'll make more sense.

The first is (most likely) a mondegreen, and I really have no idea what's truly being said. I could google up the lyrics, of course, but I almost prefer not to really know.
It's from Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust", and the lyric is at the 2:04 mark. I swear that Freddie Mercury is saying either, "I'm a doctor!" or "I'm adopted!" Neither really makes a lot of sense, but that's how I've sung it for years.

The next is from the Beatles, and it's from "Get Back". (I may have mentioned this one in my blog before. But since I can't freaking search...[/irritated])
The beginning line is, "Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner", but I ALWAYS sing it as, "Jojo was a man who thought he was a monkey."
Yeah, I know. "loner" sounds NOTHING like "monkey", but, dude. All songs are better when you add monkeys.

And lastly, is "Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morissette. At the end, when she sings, "I am aware now. I am aware now." [2:58 - 3:04] I simply can not resist changing it to the hysterical, "I am a were-wolf. I am a were-wolf."

Good times. If I remember any others (and there are plenty of them), I'll make sure I update ya'll. And if you have any of your own you want to share, the comment box is open.

So, as Steph mentioned, yesterday we went to PetSmart, and Saren bought a female Fancy Rat, along with the bedding and some rat food, all using her own money.

Saren named the rat Skittles due to it's skittish nature, and also, I'm assuming, because inside the rodent were fruit-flavored sweet candies. Okay, not really. (But, man, if Science ever creates rats that poop skittles...)

Anyway. The new pet is quite cute, and Saren's pretty excited about the new addition to our household. She's wanted to have a rat for a long time, so it's nice for her to have accomplished that goal. I'm proud of her, and happy for her as well.

There is a cell-phone picture of Skittles down a few scrolls of the mouse (ha!!), or if you look at Steph's blog, you'll see much better resolution photos there.

The other pic I blogged was of Silas playing peek-a-boo with me behind the curtain. So, in that picture I can't see his face. Or his pants. (cuz they're camouflage.) He's a very well hidden little boy.

Where's Silas?

Saren's rat, Skittles

Mr. Mischief

New Rat cage!!

Rats not included

Every day in May

So the plan is to blog every day this month. The original plan was to write a story, in installments, like I did last May (remember that? I think it turned out well), and I still may (ha), but I will definitely be blogging each day. And a large majority of them might be photos. Because they're easier than writing words.

In fact, the next post (or, um, the one that you read before this one, if you got here after it has been posted [time is meaningless!]), is a photo. It's of Saren, cleaning her new rat cage. Yep. She's going to be picking up some rodents here in a few days. Perhaps as soon as tomorrow. I think she should name one of them Jen. [/only funny if you remember my unfinished Perth story. ...and even then, not really that funny]

So, yeah. At least one blog post a day for the next 31 days. We'll see how that plays out.

April 2010 word cloud

Here's the word cloud for the past month. Can't believe how quick this year is going by.

Haiku Review: Lost - The Last Recruit

Linear story
telling is so passé. Let's
bounce around, shall we?

Poor Miss Littleton.
Always being abandoned.
Until Kate arrives.

She's talked her out of
being crazy. At least, it
seems that way for now.

Well, well, well. It looks
as though Des survived his fall.
Now... did Sayid shoot?

Jack is on a boat
Until Sawyer kicks him off,
so he swims ashore.

(By the way, what's in
the back pack that Jack has on?
Bet it's a plot twist!)

Smocke meets Jack on shore.
Widmore tries to blow them up.
Smocke: "You're with me now."

Over on Hydra,
Jin & Sun - reunited
and it feels so good!

Although the pylons
had me worried they'd get fried.
(Joss would've done it.)

Meanwhile, in LA,
Kate and Sayid are both caught
by cops Ford & Straume

Claire, through Desmond, meets
Ilana, who has Christian's
will to read to her.

Jack gets called in to
do surgery on John Locke.
"Hey! I know this guy!"

Search fail, story sad, and tyctwd

What the hell, blogger? I can't search my own blog?
I mean, I can, it just doesn't work properly.
I haven't checked to see if this is a widespread problem, or if it's just me, but either way it's irritating. What good is a record of musings past if it's not easily accessible? [sigh]

So, in the story writing development news, I've come up with an(other) epic idea! And several characters-in-forming. Still no clear ending (not surprised, are ya?), but I know it will come to me. I'd talk about it more, but honestly, I don't want to jinx myself. I'm a little worried about just mentioning it. [/paranoid...but with good reason] The good news is - idea! I've missed having those!
[edit section!]
Heh. I totally forgot to talk more about this story idea. (This section was called "story sad" for a reason.) The story...it's going to be pretty dark. In fact, it may very well be some of the most disturbing and depressing material I've come up with in a good long time. Which also makes me nervous. What if it's too dreary?
Of course, I won't know until/unless I write it. So, I guess the worrying about the tone of the piece is just a bit of stalling, huh?
[/edit section]

Thursday is Take Your Child(ren) to Work Day. I'm looking forward to it. I'll be sure to blog about it on Thursday evening after our day is complete.

Haiku Review: Food, Inc.

If you are what you
eat, then for the most part, we
don't know who we are.

Haiku Review: The Strangers

Like when Liv Tyler
screams and cries and screams some more?
You'll love this movie.

Haiku Review: Lost - Everybody Loves Hugo

Hurley's pretty great,
but he's lonely - no soul mate.
There's Libby! It's fate!

Libby's got a hunch.
She and Hurley have their lunch.
Des makes Locke go crunch.

Why did Des attack
Locke in his car? For payback?
Or to cause flashback?

Hey! There's Michael's ghost!
Oops, now Ilana is toast.
Jack trusts Hurley most.

He blew up Black Rock,
now Hurley wants to talk
with the thing called Smocke.

Who is Island Boy?
He shows up, Smocke is annoyed.
Jacob reborn? Oy!

Des tells Smocke, "I'm swell"
Smocke throws Desmond down a well.
My response - "Oh hell!"

Haiku Review: Lost - Happily Ever After

Widmore thinks Des has
one hell of a magnetic
personality.

After Des gets zapped
by a massive EMF,
he goes to alt-world.

There, things are good for
Des. For one thing, he's got the
respect of Widmore.

However, it's not
Happily Ever After,
fairy-tale perfect.

Because Des has to
babysit Charlie. Plus, he's
never met Penny.

Charlie tells hi when
he died on the plane, he had
a glimpse of true love.

Charlie steers the car
into the ocean. Well that's
just a bad idea.

Sorry, Charlie, you're
not a tuna, so you can't
live under the sea.

While Charlie almost
drowns, Des has a vision of
that time he did drown.

An MRI gives
Des flashes of his Lost-life.
He must find Penny!

Eloise Widmore,
for some reason, doesn't want
Des to meet Penny.

Maybe she doesn't
want the universe to do
a course correction.

After all, in this
reality, her son is
still alive and well.

Dan Widmore tells Des
"I think I made the whole world
through use of a nuke."

Desmond probably
thinks Dan is off his rocker,
but Dan knows Penny!

She's his half-sister,
and he tells Des where he can
find her. Nice job, Dan!

Penny is in the
stadium where Des first met
Jack, in season two.

They meet, and Des is
back on the Island, where he's
Mr. Calm and Cool.

Des calmly goes with
Sayid, after he kills most
of Widmore's lackeys.

Back in the alt-world, Des
wants the manifest so he
can "show them something".

Solon and thanks for all the bees

Or, "Life imitating art: A blog entry (mentally) composed during the bike ride home today"

On the bus ride, I finished reading Douglas Coupland's latest novel, Generation A.
The book is set in the near future where bees have gone extinct. Or so people believe, until five random strangers are each stung.

While riding my bike, and thinking about the book, I had a bee fly into my face.

Well, that's a crazy coincidence, I thought.

Then, I thought, Oh, dude. I'm going to have to blog about this.

Later, still riding my bike, ANOTHER bee flew in my direction, hitting me in the head this time.

At that point, I thought, what would be super creepy is if I end up getting hit by *five* bees...

(Of course, both of these bees may have actually been flies, or some other sort of flying insect, since I didn't particularly get a good look at them, but getting pelted by bees is more interesting since it fit with what I had just read.)

Other things I thought while riding home and composing this entry:

15 years ago (!!!!), I wrote stories with interesting premises, cool characters, and thought out plots (although I usually didn't finish them completely)

10 years ago, I wrote stories stories with interesting premises and cool characters. (and I still usually didn't finish them)

5 years ago, I was down to interesting premises. ...that I didn't complete.

Now, I can't even muster up enough creativity to think of premises for stories.
Not really for a lack of trying, it's just that any story idea I develop ...sorta fizzles out before it really gets anywhere.

It's like my creativity muscles have atrophied.

...

I know that I thought a LOT of other things, and at the time they seemed blog-worthy, but now that a few hours have passed, I've forgotten most of them. And I realize now that I didn't have a decent conclusion (yay for consistency!), so I'll just hit publish post.

Haiku Review: Lost - The Package

In the alt-world, there
were plenty of things reVealed
about Sun. *ahem*

Apparently, oneof Lost's sponsors this week wasVictoria's Secret.
Anyway. We findout that Sun and Jin are notwed, but still make loVe.
And while the coupleapproVe of pre-maritalsex, Sun's dad doesn't.
Man, Daddy issuesplague our Losties no matterwhat dimension, huh? Not only did Sun'sdad steal her cash, he alsoplanned to haVe Jin whacked.
Of course, Sayid makessure that doesn't happen, aswe already saw.
But. While Sayidtook care of Keamy and co,there was still Patchy.
Who started off notneeding his trademark eyepatch.-didn't stay that way.
Sadly, Sun gets hitby a stray bullet. And wefind out she's pregnant.
On the Island, Smockegoes to Sun, says, "Hey, join myteam! It'll be fun!"
But Sun has a thingabout trusting walking smokethat looks like dead Locke.
So, she runs away,and hits her head on the Treeof Forgetfulness.
Once she comes to, sheno longer speaks English. Justlike her alt-world self!
Meanwhile, Widmore's crewdrugs Smocke's team and kidnaps Jin.Who are these people?!?
Can't anyone on the Island simply talk to each other? Why's it... ...always gotta bekidnapping and subterfuge?Niceness works wonders.
Zoe asks Jin toexplain some of the Dharmamaps. Jin's not helpful.
He might haVe been, ifyou hadn't tazed him, Zo....e.Again, try niceness.
Widmore tells Jin, ifSmocke gets off the Island, wewill cease to exist.
Well, that's intriguing.And also good incentiVefor Jin to help you.
Widmore decides toshow Jin "the package", which soundshomoerotic.
But, it turns out it'sDesmond, just like the whole worldalready guessed.
When Smocke finds that Jinis missing, he takes SayidoVer to Hydra.
Pretend there's a great"Smoke on the Water" joke here.I can't think of one.
Smocke confronts Widmore,tells him that war just arriVed.Wonder who will win.