Saturday, July 01, 2006
Post Eaten by MS Word. Scientists Baffled
Nothing really much to say. I was drugged (still am, actually) at the time and just popped in to tell everyone that it went swimmingly. No more pilonidal cyst. Unfortunately, the surgeon stitched me back up. This makes for a shorter recovery time (7 to 10 days) but gives me a 50% chance of another pilonidal cyst in the future. I don't like those odds, but it is my own fault for not specifying how I wanted the surgeon to perform the operation. I don't know why, but it seemed presuming of me to tell him how to do his job. In hindsight, I should have ignored that feeling and told him anyway.
Funny story, when telling my wife what I had done, my five-year-old girl will bend over double, showing her rear. She motions over her behind with both hands and says, "They took daddy's parts out of here." Kids say the darndest things, don't they? I'm just waiting for Stacy to tell me that Vicki illustrated my surgery in the middle of church.
I've been up and about a bit too much for the past two days. I am going to be out on my duff for the next couple of days to try to recover a little faster. Whether that means that you will see more inanity or not remains to be, uh, seen.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Initial Thoughts on Superman Returns
I'm going to avoid spoilers and try to keep it brief. The acting was pretty good. The action was spectacular. The individual sequences were directed and filmed well. The story sucked. A lot of the characters should not have been who they were, even though the actors portraying them did a good job. As Jon was so kind to point out here, the film seemed to be a morally debasing homage to Richard Donner, director of the first Superman film starring Christopher Reeve. That aside, Routh wasn't half bad; neither was Bosworth. Jon also pointed out something funny about them. Both of them are younger than their counterparts on Smallville, Tom Welling and Erica Durance. I could tell that Kevin Spacey had a great time aping Gene Hackman. James Marsden wasn't nearly as annoying as he is when playing Cyclops, but he still shouldn't have been in the movie. Frank Langella did a fair Perry White. The rest of the cast? Meh. I may post my thoughts on particular story elements in a few weeks after more people have had a chance to watch the movie.
On that note, I am off to bed. Surgery tomorrow, wish me luck.
Oh yeah, his costume was supergay.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Once More Around the Bend

My hotels and diner were ruined! And how did all these people get into my basement?
Stacy unclogged the drain and opened the door. Crisis averted, right? Wrong. After the water got about an inch below the bottom of the door, it stopped draining. The drain wasn’t clogged, though. While I was busily siphoning water out of the carpet, Stacy went into the laundry room across the basement. “Water!” was the next thing I heard. It turns out our sump pump had stopped pumping sump. The three foot well it was in had filled to the brim and just started leaking out onto the floor. My heart sank. It looked like we were in for a nasty flood no matter what we did. The carpet cleaner could only siphon about a gallon of water in five minutes. With the drain and the sump backing up, there was no way we could keep up.

Artist’s depiction of Scott’s broken sump pump
Stacy used the hose attachment to start draining the sump well while I put in an emergency call to her dad. We were sure he would have some good advice. Unfortunately, he could suggest little else beyond getting a new pump and a shop vac as soon as possible. I figured that I’d have to take the pump out to figure out what to buy anyway, so I reached into the water and pulled on the handle. Just as I jostled it, it kicked on. Water began draining out of the sump well faster than you could say, “It works!” which is what I said. As soon as the sump well started draining, so did the back drain. Apparently, it routed straight to the sump well. I also discovered where the sump pump drains, which has me slightly concerned. The steps down to our basement are dug into the earth and reinforced with concrete. This leaves a space of about four feet between the rest of the ground and the deck above. That space is filled with white landscaping rocks and our air conditioner. There is also a pvc pipe jutting from the wall that drains directly into the rocks. As I was working on the carpet after the sump pump crisis, I heard that pipe draining. It turns out the water from the sump well dumps out right there into the rocks.

If you look reeeaaaly closely, you can see the little white rocks
The best I can figure, the builders installed some sort of drainage tiles and the water runs off into the storm drains. Either that, or it contributes to the swamp that is our backyard. If that is the case, then once we reach total saturation, then there is no where for all of the water in our backyard to go but down the stairs, into the drain, back into the sump pump, rinse, repeat, flood. Here’s hoping I won’t be writing a third flood entry.
Unrelated Note Dept.
Stacy called Jon this morning and strong-armed him into seeing Superman Returns with me at a 10:00 PM showing tonight. Apparently the theaters figure that as long as the movie ends after midnight, it is still technically opening on the next day. I wasn’t planning on seeing the movie anytime soon because I have my surgery for the pilonidal cyst tomorrow. I’ll be effectively laid out for the next 7 to 10 days. Jon wasn’t going to see the movie because it stands against everything he knows and loves. Well, everything he knows and loves about Superman, at least. Not one to be deterred, Stacy convinced him to accompany me tonight. She figures I need a night out before I am bed-ridden. I am not going to argue. I’ll leave my thoughts on the movie in my next post.

So gay
Monday, June 26, 2006
And I Wanted to Look Up a Water Sprinkler Supply Store, too!
Like my ego after bashing an unsuspecting delivery-person on an unread blog, the phone book swelled twice its original size. Sunday, June 25, 2006
Soccer Sucks
That was the sound that literally made me jump minutes ago. Some guy in shorts kicked a ball into a net. Yay. Sports fans will forever mystify me. From where does your obsession with men and balls come? I’m not even making a gay joke here, I really don’t understand. What does that GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL signify in the scheme of things? So the team that you root for, composed of people that just happen to live in the same country, just happens to kick a ball into a net. So what? What did that gain you? What did that gain anyone? Please don’t try to dress any reply up in patriotism. Sports have nothing to do with patriotism. Athletic people are born everywhere. Their existence in a particular country’s team is part of the genetic lottery. It has nothing to do with the country or its ideals. I am fuming just sitting here listening to the sports nerds spouting off behind me. Pointless dialog is to be expected in the NOC, but the level of volume and passion is inexplicable. I have never received a satisfactory explanation behind any sport fan’s obsession. You might as well be in an Apple Jacks commercial. “I just like ‘em because I do.” Fine, like them, just keep it down, dammit. Some people are trying to read comics here.
I Knew I Should've Kept Those High-Waters!
We got a repeat.
The first sign was my dog’s paw print embedded in the waterlogged carpet at the base of the stairs. By the time I crossed the room to the door, the water was up to the top of my rubber soles. It was lovely. Sure enough, a candy wrapper some kind youth thoughtfully threw over our fence clogged the drain. I spent the next three hours siphoning up what water I could with our carpet cleaner (almost as effective as ZipZaps in finding dog hair, only its much more moist.) Stacy got lost on the way home, so double fun for her. She put the girls to bed before heading to Wally’s World for a dehumidifier and a couple of box fans. By the time she got back, the carpet cleaner was jammed with wet dog hair and I was asleep on my feet. Curse you for being so effective, Excedrin PM! After cleaning out the carpet cleaner, I was barely intelligible. I called work to tell them I’d be late and then headed to bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Stacy stayed up another three hours until the carpet cleaner got jammed again.
Like I said, fun time!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Zippity Zap Zip Zip Zap
Know how I can tell Im getting old? Its easy. When I turn my upper body well within my normal range of motion, I suddenly feel like someone has ground one of my vertebrae into a fine powder, as I did this morning. Oh, and cuz I cant remember stuff no good neither.
A while back I bought Vicki a RadioShack ZipZap Monster Truck. For those of you that dont know about ZipZaps, they are tiny little remote control cars that charge on the remote controller. I also bought the tire and engine upgrade kits for the little truck. It was a fun novelty for a while, Vicki would make me chase her around the room playing tag with it. Last week, we had to go to the mall to get Stacy a new pair of glasses. While she was bartering with the Lenscrafters, I took the girls into the RadioShack next door. They had a large Cars display right in the front, complete with three ZipZaps based on characters from the movie. Can you guess how long it took the girls to ask for them? I relented; theyre cheap little toys and I have a soft spot for RC cars. Vicki picked out Sally, the blue Porsche and Zoe picked Lightning McQueen, the stock car. I accidentally picked two different frequencies, thank goodness. No upgrade kits, but that just saved me money.

Creepy Uncle Phils ZipZap
I put the cars together for the girls the next day. They had a great time zipping around the living room. Kylie, a girl Stacy babysits during the week, tried to use the old monster truck but was having trouble. Upon examination, I realized that the truck and Sally operated on the same frequency. Durn it. I also found that the ZipZaps found every bit of dog hair on the floor and directed it straight to the gear assembly on the axle.

Hair collection, the ZipZap way!
Yesterday, I got a call from Stacy asking if we could get spare parts for the truck. After all the abuse it had taken months ago, one of the girls dropped it and broke a strut. By the time I got home, Lightning McQueen wasnt responding to the RC. The truck was unsalvageable. A piece of the strut and the spring was missing. Lightning McQueen was completely unresponsive. So we packed the kids into the van and headed to the local CrapShack to exchange McQueen and get a new truck. Our local RadioShack is located in a very ethnic-oriented part of town.

After the
Stacy didnt want to get out at first, but I assured her that with my gruff exterior and the fact that she was carrying a baby were big deterrents for anyone wanting to start some trouble. We headed back to the ZipZap section to find that all of their McQueens were on the same frequency as Vickis Sally. No good. We also discovered that in their infinite wisdom, RadioShack only produced two frequencies in their ZipZaps. That meant that any truck I bought would conflict with one of the girls cars. No truck for me. Zoe picked out a Herbie ZipZap from Herbie Fully Loaded and we exchanged the McQueen. Extra bonus: Herbie was half-off.
Sadly, Herbie wasnt driven by a miniature Lindsay Lohan
We made a stop for ice cream, with hilarious reactions to every drip off the cone (considering the heat, there were plenty of those.) Then we headed home. After the girls were in bed, I put together Herbie. Turns his price wasnt the only thing that was half-off. He used half the batteries and had half the power as the other ZipZaps. Ah well, Zoe certainly wouldnt notice.

Zoes first, second, and third cars
To end on a bright note, that crushing pain in my back has extended through my body and into my chest. Woo hoo!

The only thing that gets rid of my back pain!
Pain in my Ass pt 2, Recent Movies, and Thunder Storms
I had a few things I wanted to share about last week that I just didnt get to. One of the first things I did as a bachelor after my work week was go to the surgeons office and get my pre-op checkup. Turns out that the surgeon doesnt think I have a problem. He examined the area around my tailbone and said he wasnt even sure I had a cyst. Naturally, I had already finished my antibiotic regimen at this point. I wasnt supposed to have any outward signs of the cyst. When I explained everything to him, he treated me like some hypochondriac that looked up the information on a pilonidal cyst and decided I had one. I patiently explained that this was my fourth such flare-up and that I had to have two of the three before lanced by a physician. He maintained that I did not need the surgery and that it would be wholly elective. I elected. So Ill be going under the knife (more aptly put, the knife will be going under me) on June 28th. Poor Jon will be without my sparkling personality for the following two weekends as I recover.
Exciting bachelor life, right? Yeah, not really. I did find my inner chef while Stacy and the girls were gone, though. I grabbed a few interesting recipes from the Interweb thingy and headed to the grocery store for the goods. I ended up cooking a few gourmet dishes that turned out pretty good. Two favorites were Grilled Portobello with Sun-Ripened Tomatoes & Mozzarella and Mahi Mahi in Macadamia Nut Crust. I was able to share my culinary delights with my family since Stacy and the girls came home last Wednesday on schedule.
I wanted Stacy to stay out there as long as it took to help her family member, but she decided she was doing more harm than good. I was not sorry that she came home early at all. I concluded long ago that I am not cut out for the bachelors life. Although I did enjoy the additional free time that it entailed, I did not enjoy going to bed alone at night. I developed a severe case of insomnia during the short time Stacy was in
As I was en route to the airport to pick up my girls, Jon called to see if I wanted to go to A Prairie Home Companion. With the OK from the wiff, whom I did not want to abandon the day after she got home, I told Jon Id be there. Stacy and I decided to take the girls to see Cars on the same day. Thats right, I got to hit the double feature. Its been years since Ive gone to a double feature, mostly because actual double features do not exist anymore. Going to two movies in a row are about as close as you get.
A Prairie Home Companion was good. The ensemble cast did a great job of working together with no real grandstanding. By far, my favorite character was Kevin Klines Guy Noir, the bumbling, down-on-his-luck private eye that was moonlighting as the VP of security/head of security/sole security guard of the radio studio. For those of you who are not familiar with A Prairie Home Companion, something I was only in passing, it is a radio show headed by Garrison Keillor (GK in the movie.) It is a variety show complete with musical acts, stories from Garrison, sound effects, and fictional advertisements for things like Buttermilk Biscuits, look for the big blue box with the biscuit on the front. What I didnt realize as I was watching the movie, but that Jon educated me about later, is that most of the characters behind the scenes of the radio show were the fictional characters that Garrison would tell stories about on the actual radio show. Many of them were originally voiced by some of the movie cast members that were playing themselves. Its all very confusing in writing, but it made for an entertaining movie. I would give A Prairie Home Companion 4 out of 5 stars.
Afterwards, as Jon and I were discussing Kevin Klines brilliantly subdued buffoonery, Jon wondered why Kline wasnt tapped to play Inspector Clouseau in the latest remake of the famed Pink Panther movie instead of Steve Martin. I later found that Kline is in the movie, but only as Chief-Inspector Dreyfuss, the poor man that is the butt of most of Clouseaus mishaps. I think that one reason Kline may not have been chosen for the lead role is that his French accent is not nearly outrageous enough. Throughout his performance the dramatic resonance of his almost sing-song delivery of lines paved over any attempt at a foreign accent. Martin, on the other hand, did no better as Clouseau. His accent was outrageous, but his performance was barely amusing at the best of times. The only redeeming factor was Beyonce Knowles as Random Sexy Lady That Is Not The Leads Romantic Interest. Specifically during the final sequence wherein Beyonce does what Beyonce does best, singing and shakin it. Said shakin occurred in a slinky evening dress sans bra. Verry nice. Unfortunately, not nice enough to save this movie. I would give Pink Panther 1 out of 5 stars.
Enough about Beyonces jubblies, on to Pixars latest contribution to the CG glut of kids movies, Cars. It was entertaining in a completely different manner than A Prairie Home Companion. Where the latter gave us humor in the
Other stuff happened, but I think Im just going to bring this blog up to date with a pitiful story about my daughter, Zoe. I had taken my sleeping pills early on last night so I could get my sleep schedule ready for the weekend. Stacy had gone to a Tupperware party and left me to put the girls to bed. No big deal, it was done within an hour. I was drifting off to sleep despite the screaming infant in the cradle next to my bed by the next hour. Suddenly, I was awakened at
I'm going to end on a note about this blog's location. With Myspace patchy blog performance, I am thinking about moving to blogspot or a similar blog host. Watch this space for a link.
Game Boys for Everyone! OR I'm Nintendo’s B!@ch
So Im watching some TV as I fold laundry on Monday and on comes a commercial advertising Nintendos latest addition to the Game Boy family (11 strong now.) The bastards just keep on piling them on. Let me take you through a brief history of Nintendos efforts to wrest away my time and money.
- First came the Game Boy in all its off-white body and spinach-green screen glory. It was big and bulky by todays standards, but a remarkable piece of technology by 1989 reckoning. Tough too, it could withstand floods and sand storms according to natural disaster victims and Desert Storm veterans. This I know courtesy of Nintendo Powers letter columns (Nerd! I know.)
- Next, in 1995, came the exact same Game Boy hardware with new colored shells. Anyone remember Play it loud! No? Me neither. This was my entering point into the world of handheld gaming. I bought the black one. Little did I know how insidious Nintendo would become.
- Not long after, in 1996, Nintendo unveiled the Game Boy Pocket. It was miniscule compared to the old one. By that time I wasnt playing much, so I didnt buy one.
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- Fast forward a couple of years to the Game Boy Color in 1998. Same size as the Game Boy Pocket, but instead of spinach-green graphics, the system was able to display multiple colors, even for the old monochrome games. A new batch of games that could take advantage of the color capabilities came out. I couldnt resist. I bought the second and third Game Boys, one for myself and one for my new wife, Stacy.
- A couple more years pass quietly before Nintendo drops the next bomb, the Game Boy Advance, in 2001. It had the capability of surpassing the Super Nintendos abilities, a new form factor, physically smaller games, and backwards compatibility. This thing had my name written all over it. I was dismayed by the craptastic display, though. Without perfect light, there was no way to see the on screen action. Being the retard I am, I even shipped my Advance to a fly-by-night company that promised to install a backlighting solution for a fee. I never saw that Game Boy again. By then, Nintendo had announced the follow up to the Game Boy Advance.
- The SP, released in 2003 (SP stands for SPECIAL, like me!) This was not only backlit, but it folded in half. I had to have one, and have one I did. That sucker could fit into my pocket with ease. Finally, a portable game system that could actually fit in my pocket! I was so cool. Nintendo had to remedy that situation.
- Along came the Game Boy DS in 2004. This behemoth eclipsed the Game Boy Pocket in size, almost giving the original Game Boy a run for its money. However, it was a clamshell design that when unfolded, revealed two screens (The DS stands for Dual Screen,) the lower screen being touch-sensitive. This opened up a whole new arena for stylus-driven games. Nerd heaven! Of course I bought one!
- Perhaps sensing the public dismay at the size of the DS, Nintendo reformed their Game Boy Advance into the Game Boy Micro in 2005. This tiny system could fit in a shirt pocket without showing.
- Sometime in 2005 Nintendo also improved the brightness of their Game Boy SPs. It was about this time that I attempted to subjugate the rest of my family into Nintendos Game Boy slave ring. See, first they pull you in, then they use you to convert new subjects. I bought Stacy a Game Boy DS and my two daughters their own Game Boy SPs.
- Just scant months later, Nintendo has done it again, this time with the Game Boy DS Lite. It is considerably smaller than the DS with considerably brighter screens.
None of this takes into account the many Game Boy accessories like the Game Boy players on the Super Nintendo and Gamecube. Like I said, theyre bastards. What do you think I did? I bought one of course. Yes, Im Nintendos b!@ch (but New Super Mario Bros. looks fantastiiiiiiic!)
Nintendo (Game Boy Division): 10
Scott: 0
PS. Thank you Wikipedia for the release dates and the tidbit on the Japanese Game Boy Light.
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig or, I'm the Asshole
I flew into Washington/Dulles International Airport yesterday. While it is good to be back in NoVA, I miss my family. Stacy and the girls will be staying in UT for a few weeks while she helps out a family member.
I generally pride myself on my airplane manners. I don't make a lot of noise, I keep to myself, and I do not encroach on my fellow passenger's space. That is probably the reason it irks me so much when other people don't use any manners. Case in point: a family of six sat in the row behind me. I was in the window seat, and one of the sons was in the middle seat behind while his dad was next to him in the aisle seat. I put the boy somewhere between 9 and 10 years of age. As soon as they sat down, the son began screaming everything he says at the top of his lungs. I was annoyed, but I thought to myself, "Just live with it. As soon as the plane is cruising I can break out my laptop and noise-cancelling headphones." So that's what I did. For the next three hours I listened to music while I did some school reading and watched a few episodes of Justice League Unlimited kindly provided by Jon. Everything was fine until the pilot told the passengers to stow all electrical devices to prep for landing. As soon as my headphones were off the aural assault began. I gritted my teeth and picked up my book. Ever try to concentrate on reading when the voice of a kid that is the equivalent to an air raid siren is washing over you? It's difficult. "That's it," I thought, "At the very least, I can spare us all 15 minutes of quiet as we land." I turned in my seat and politely asked the father, "Is that your boy?"
"Yes," he answered.
"Would you mind asking him to quiet down a bit?" I asked nicely.
"No. I can't, he's autistic!" he replied, eyes widened in defensive shock and anger.
Yes, I'm the asshole that told the autistic kid to shut the hell up.
Okay, I'm the bad guy. I can handle that. What I didn't get was the father's angry response. I didn't know the kid was autistic. Was I supposed to assume? Should I have asked him? "Hey, is your kid autistic or are you just a bad father?" You think he'd appreciate me assuming that his boy didn't have a condition. Aren't we all supposed to view people with handicaps as being handicapable?
So, as the plane taxied to the terminal and gently nuzzled up to the jetway, I performed the Walk of Shame out of the gate. I could feel the father's angry stare as I slung on my backpack and made my way up the cramped corridor between the seats. On the way out I tipped over an old lady in a wheelchair because she was going to slow, kicked the crutches out from a girl with a broken leg because she was in my way, and spit on a little boy with cerebral palsy because he couldn't fight back. Go me!
Something that Pains and Something that Rocks My Ass
Its been too long since Ive written here and Ive got a lot of things to say. So pull up a chair and relax.
Item 1: Life is a Pain in My Ass
I have suffered from pilonidal abscesses since 1998 or 1999. If you want detail on the condition, check out the link over here. Heres the nitty gritty, some people have a cavity just under their tailbone that can become infected and very painful. Sitting is uncomfortable and can move to excruciating in a matter of minutes. I have had a recent flare-up as the result of extended bouts of improper posture throughout my Red Hat training days and work weekends. As a person that spends an inordinate amount of time on his ass, this condition fills me with various emotions, all of them negative and most I would not describe in polite company (which is what were in now, right? The Internet is all about manners, right? No? Well, lets pretend just this once.) After a couple of weeks of pain, I could no longer pretend that I just bruised my tailbone. I sought medical attention. My doctor examined the area (Ill spare you the gruesome details of that examination) and decided it was not suitable for lancing (and definitely will spare you of details about that procedure.) The good news is that since this is my fourth flare-up, my doctor refers me to surgery to have the cavity permanently removed. Before you ask, I dont know what goes in the place of the cavity, if you remove something, doesnt it leave a cavity? In the meantime, on to antibiotics I go. A week and a half later and I am still in pain. My pre-op appointment comes in about another week and a half. Ill see what they have to say about my tender tailbone then. A couple of days ago Stacy clued me in on what I have to look forward to for the surgery. They will give me a spinal block. Awhuh? I say in consternation. Thats right, a spinal block. That means a needle. A needle in my back. A big needle in my back while Im awake. ::shudder:: Whether they give me anesthesia or not, I may be passing out. I dont do well with needles and the idea of having one squirming around in my spine fills me with a sense of dread akin to waking up at 3:00 AM and thinking about Emily Rose. DAMN THAT MOVIE!
Item 2: X-Men 3: Last Stand Rocked My Ass
I am a comic book nerd and I liked X-Men 3. Do I need a support group? The creators of the movie took such massive amounts of artistic license with the characters I grew up with that I should have hated it. Perhaps their various and sundry licenses combined in a pleasing chunky stew of awesomeness and potatoes, I dont know. Dont get me wrong, there were parts that upset me, but they were eclipsed by the parts that made me want to curl up into a ball, wrap myself up in the warm embrace of the cellulose, and snuggle my back issues of X-Men as I fell asleep. Does that make me weird? Jon wrote a good review here that echoes many of my sentiments. I warn you now that if you havent seen the movie and are planning to remedy that woeful state, you may encounter spoilers below.
First, the bad:
Jons sentiment about the Dark Phoenix aspect is spot on. Varicose veins and funky eyes do not a Dark Phoenix make. Scarlet spandex with golden phoenix emblem and golden sash? Now youre talkin!

Was Angel lame or what? Okay, hes always been lame, except for that stint with the Blue Man Group and his knives-for-feathers make-over. Imagine the spectator on the street. Oh wow! That guy can shoot beams of pure force from his eyes! That guy has claws and can heal super fast! That chick can fly, pick up cars, and drain lifeforce! That chick can fly, call down lightning, and control the weather! That guy can...fly. Oh, hes got a bazooka, I guess thats cool. Hey! That guy can turn into ice, make ice slides, and freeze anything! You get the idea. However, in all my days of reading the comic, I never questioned Angels ability to fly. Hes got a huge set of wings, of course he can fly! Seeing him up on the screen for the first time made me wonder. How does he steer? Hes got no tail feathers! What does he do, wiggle his legs? For the No-Prize one of my brothers (sorry, conversation was fast and loose, I forget which) said that it must be that his mutation was that he could fly, the wings are just for show. Regardless, Angels onscreen appearance was not as awe-inspiring as his namesake should be. Maybe I never had a problem in the comics because all we ever got were still shots of him flying. Meh.
Juggernaut was a mutant. In the comics, Juggernaut (Marko Cane, Xaviers half brother) obtained invincibility and super strength from absorbing the Ruby Gem of Cytorrak. His powers being of a mystic origin, Leech would not have had much of an affect on him. However, this irritation is overrun as if by a juggernaut by a) Juggernauts now classic line, Im the Juggernaut, bitch!
and 2) aforementioned Leechs affect on Juggernaut as he comically bashes his head into the wall with the requisite CLANG sound effect.
Wolverine talked down Dark Phoenix. Alright, it made for a powerful cinematic moment, but that was a complete departure from the original story. Rather than sacrificing herself in front of the man she loves (Cyclops, not Wolvie,) in a moment of clarity and supreme tragedy. Our favorite adamantine-infected hirsute talks her out of her homicidal rage with a passionate speech about his love for her, ending in the now cheapened sacrifice for the greater good. I know that presenting the Dark Phoenix Saga as it was written would have been entirely too much for a Hollywood movie, but including more elements of the original rather than giving Wolverine yet another stretch in the limelight would have won my support.
It looks like a lot, but the above problems did not detract so much from my enjoyment of the movie. What rocked? Im glad you (didnt) ask.
Old comic book favorites transferred flawlessly to the silver screen. First, we get a post-apocalyptic scene with the X-Men fighting an out-of-sight sentinel. My first thought was of the Days of Future Past Storyline wherein the beleaguered X-Men had been reduced to just a few members by the sentinels and were forced to hide from the murderous sentinels. And what was the crowning moment of the sentinel battle? The good old Fastball Special! For the uninitiated (shame on you!) that is when Colossus in all his organic metal glory swings and tosses Gimli, oops, I mean Wolverine discus style. We get treated to this spectacle not once, but twice in the course of the movie. How awesome is that?
Not as awesome as Kelsey Grammar knocking the role of Beast out of the park! When I first heard he would play Beast I thought, That wont work, it will just be Frasier with blue skin and fur. I was so deliciously wrong. Our introduction to the warrior-thinker of the X-Men was his classic hanging-from-the-ceiling-while-reading-intellectual-type-stuff. Beast proceeds to show us his upper-crust diplomatic side as a cabinet member of the President of the
Speaking of marvelous, how about seeing Bobby Drake transform into Iceman for the first time in three movies? Out of the furnace of hell that was punk-ass Pyros conflagration shoots the crystal-clear, ice-cold fists of Iceman. First, he freezes Pyros jets, and then the rest of him emerges from the steam. He stayed icy long enough to deliver a scathing one-liner, which eludes me at the moment, to Pyro, before reverting to flesh and blood, but it was long enough.
Magneto lifts the friggin
Finally, all of the neat plot threads tied up. Magneto already explains how all of the cured mutants will get their powers back, wanted or not (Im talking to you, Rogue. Now get off your swamprat behind and drain Marvel Girl of her powers already!) In my mind, the various deaths caused by Dark Phoenix are already taken care of. Do we know what happened to the people and things that were apparently disintegrated? Cheesier things have happened in the comics to bring back dead people. Characters don't die in comic books. They go to that great waiting room in the sky until their dramatic resurrection. When
I had a couple of more items, but its really late and I just wrote way more about X-Men 3 than I thought I would. If this were the school paper I have due this week, I would be waaaaay over my requirements. Im going to spare those of you that made it this far in the entry (you gluttons) and say goodnight.
Goodnight.
Gut-Shot Desks and Busted Tailbones
Originally posted May 10, 2006
I am sitting here at work, whiling away my last hour before I abandon ship for the day. Jon is in training today with Brian. They're learning all about RedHat. I'm not sure if either of them will subject themselves to the rigors of the RHCT test after this week's class. Jon might, but Brian is leaning towards the side of the department that doesn't require RedHat training, so he may not. This is the first day in years that I've had to work the desk solo. Five stations and one person make for a lot of wheeling around in my chair. I can't complain too much. There have been busy hours, but nothing overwhelming. This just confirms my fear that our desk is not long for this world. I'm hoping I can get transferred to another help desk in my department before that happens.
On the lighter side, I have to go to the doctor on Monday. Wheeee! I've got a persistent pain in my tailbone that I fear is going to need medical attention before me and the fam fly out to Utah in June. It's bad enough sitting at work for 12 hours, at least here I can stretch my legs and adjust my seating position. Four hours on an airplane will not be so forgiving.
So I guess you could literally say that this day has been a pain in my @$$.
RedHat Blues
Originally posted May 12, 2006
It's been a week now and the thought of it doesn't depress me quite so much, so I might as well write about it now. Last Friday I took the test to become a Red Hat Certified Technician (RHCT) at the Red Hat training facility in Tyson's Corner.
I failed miserably.
The first half of the test is compulsory. If you don't get 100Àyou don't get certified no matter how good you do on the second half. I didn't get 100à The worst of it was that I overcomplicated one of the problems to the point of impossibility. I was one step away from getting it right. Further, it was a step I knew about and was postponing because I thought I had to do other things first. I never completed the step because I never completed the impossible steps I created first. The other one I missed because I did not go as far as I should have in the solution. Again, I could have got it right if I had just done what I knew needed to be done.
Why am I being so vague about the problems? It is not because I worry that my readers won't understand. I am sure quite a few of you would. No, it's because I signed an NDA. Given MySpaces' track record in legal issues (teacher screws underage student, murderer blogging, etc.) I don't need to incriminate myself. I now return you to your regularly scheduled self-pity session.
I only needed 70n the second half of the test to pass. It didn't matter for certification at that point, but I wanted to see if I could have been certified had I passed the first half. I got a whopping 63.7Ã I don't know what was more depressing, failing or getting so close to succeeding.
University class, 10 straight work days, family life, and a general funk have prevented me from posting any new blogs until now. I think I am over it. I am scheduled to go to the next level of Red Hat training for the engineering certification in July. If I pass the RHCT portion of the test, regardless of the results of the RHCE portion, I will be a certified technician. My goal is to pass both, of course. Not only will having an RHCT and RHCE help me get further in my current job, but if I am ever laid off, I'll have those certifications on my resume. I actually plan on going farther than the engineering level. I would love to become an architect. There are only about 50 of those right now. Unfortunately, that certification requires 5 or 6 more courses with their own tests, each costing a couple thousand to attend. My employer will only pay up to the engineer level. I will be footing the bill for anything further. We'll see how far I can get myself.
Star Crash, It Ain't Star Wars but They Hope You Won't Notice
Another quick entry:
I just followed a link from the ever hilarious Michelle Collins to Thighs Wide Shut where I saw the following trailer.
Suffice it to say, it is my new life's mission to watch this movie.
Avast!
I received an excellent email from my friend Jon that made my day. It seems he is interested in offering fantasy portraits for a reasonable fee and wanted to build a portfolio first. I am honored to be his first subject. You can see the results in my picture gallery as well as my default profile image. Behold the glory that is Cap'n "Scabrous" Scott Hawks, Privateer of the Internet High Seas! Yarrrr!
Now I've just got to convince him to draw Stacy as my wench.
New Word!
Welcome to our second installment of New Words You Must Use!
scroom - verb/noun contraction.
Contraction of the words "screw" and "them". Also applies to "screw" and "him" or even "screw" and "her". Generally used when expressing noninterest, specifically in someone's opinion on a matter.
Usage: "They don't like my beard? Scroom!"
There! Go, my dear readers, and pepper your daily speech with my anacronysm. I command it!
Pringles, Pins, and Balls
You're going to think I'm crazy. Whether or not this is true is irrelevant to what I'm about to share with you.
Go buy yourself a little can of Pizza-licious Pringles.

They're Pizza-licious!
Pop the top
WAIT! Don't eat one yet!
First, visualize a bowling alley.
Smell that?
Okay, now eat one.
Well? Jon and Brian didn't believe me when I told them either. Now, they're singing a different tune. ("Next Time I Fall in Love" by Peter Cetera last I heard.)
Lycksele BS is Pizza-licious!
Danny Glover is a Dirty Old Man
Why is it that when I look at this picture, I get the feeling that Danny Glover got caught checking a congresswoman out?

Glover checks a sister out
The whole article is here
Sorry Honey, You Can't Go to Disney World because Daddy had to Buy His Car Again
My mechanic and Kelley Blue Book agree, my car is worth about $1600. We have known for some time that something big was breaking on my 95 Ford Probe. We had avoided doing anything for mainly monetary reasons. More recently, the brakes had become very soft and the car had developed a disturbing shimmy at speeds in excess of 60 MPH. As Jon has mentioned before, our roads here are either parking lots or grand prix racetracks, sometimes both. Bad brakes and the sensation that your car is about to become one of those break-away models do not a good combination make.

My car after 15 minutes of driving south on route 28.
Sunday night found us dropping my poor car off at our favorite mechanic. We waited nervously for the dreaded phonecall on Monday. They treat us right at this shop, but I knew things were not going to be good. Stacy answered the phone, responded with a couple of uh-huhs and yeahs, then said, "Do it." Ugh. It was another four days before the car was done. All told? Take a look for yourself:
| Item | Quantity | Description | Unit Price | Amount |
| Tire | 2 | Kumho 2055515 | $89.41 | $178.82 |
| Mount | 2 | Mount and balance tire | $15.00 | $30.00 |
| Tire Disposal | 2 | This is what it costs us to get rid of your tire. | $3.00 | $6.00 |
| labor/fronts | 1 | Front Brake Service Labor | $136.00 | $136.00 |
| Front pads | 1 | Premium front brake pads | $68.78 | $68.78 |
| Front Rotor | 2 | Front brake rotor | $67.51 | $135.02 |
| Hourly Labor | 4 | Renew driver's side lowere control arm. Replace both drive axles. Replace driver's side sway bar link. | $78.00 | $312.00 |
| Lower control arm | 1 | Lower control arm | $141.32 | $141.32 |
| Drive axle | 2 | Drive axle | $110.61 | $221.22 |
| Axle seal | 1 | Axle shaft seal | $9.85 | $9.85 |
| Transmission fluid | 1 | Transmission fluid | $6.00 | $6.00 |
| Sway bar link | 1 | Sway bar link | $43.03 | $43.03 |
| VA Safety | 1 | Sublet Inspection | $20.00 | $20.00 |
| Hourly Labor | 1 | Renew passenger side wheel bearing and hub | $78.00 | $78.00 |
| Hub | 1 | Hub | $153.30 | $153.30 |
| Wheel bearing | 1 | Wheel bearing | $80.62 | $80.62 |
Subtotal | $1,619.96 |
| Tax | $51.90 |
| Total Amount | $1,671.86 |
I knew a couple of my tires were bad. I was hoping they were cupping and that was causing the shimmy. I was wrong. Yes, that was two drive axels! Oh, and let's not forget the brake rotors and shiny new hub! For comparison:
1995 Ford Probe Hatchback 2D
BLUE BOOK PRIVATE PARTY VALUE
Condition
Good: $1,595
Hey, it's paid for. So, in the immortal words of Jim Carrey, "So l'm gonna piss and moanlike an impotent jerk and then bend over and take it up the tailpipe!"
To which my happy mechanic said, "You been here before,haven't ya?"
Laptop the Size of a Small Country
My computer came this week. It must be a she, because it was a tease before it even got there. I was tooling around on my desktop when I saw the UPS lady pull up from my window. I stashed the dog in his kennel and met her at the door, certain that my new lap warmer had arrived.

Powered by a small nuclear reactor
Alas, I was wrong. She had me sign over for a box that was definitely too small for a laptop. I could tell right off that the poor UPS lady was having a bad day. As I began to close the door she charged back up the steps. She had forgotten to scan the package (insert lame package joke here.) The box was from Dell, so I opened it. It turned out to be my laptop backpack. It is by far, the nicest backpack I have ever owned. It has 1,576 pockets and tons of padding on the back. Vrry nice. Five minutes later, I spot the UPS lady zipping back in front of the house. I figured my digital signature didn't save or some such annoyance (does anyone's signature not look like it was written by a retarded orangutan on those things?) Lo and behold, it was a bigger box from Dell! With my apologies on the continuous of her bad day, I signed the UPS lady's scanner and closed the door once more.
This time, when I opened the box, I was greeted with a slab of high tech plastic and metal. Sleek and polished, it practically radiated computing power in its quiescence. I tenderly removed it from its cardboard confines and admired its silvery promise of the days ahead, of high-resolution, fully textured polygons, of lightning fast digital editing, of the hours we would spend with gazes locked in a symbiotic partnership of computing bliss. With a hand shaking in anticipation, I slid the power adapter home and unlatched the lid. The glossy black screen of potentiality reflected my nerdhood back at me. I didn't care. I exultantly pressed the chrome power button and descended into paradise.
Okay, okay, I took the thing out of its box and turned it on. No big deal. This thing is sweet. It's friggin' huge, quiet, and its screen is sharp as a razor's edge.

Note: screen cannot actually cutchoo, man.
I messed around on it, cleaning up some of the junk that is always present on a new computer. I installed a couple of programs like AOL Explorer and Winamp. Then, I ran into my first, and so far, only snag. I have a nice wireless network. It is based on Linksys' SRX technology, offering 108mbps to computers with the appropriate equipment. I had said equipment in the form of a PCMCIA card. I popped out the slot spacer in the new laptop's PCMCIA port. The spacer was oddly shaped.

Just like this, only people don't live on it
Shrugging, I put the spacer aside. Those of you that know your hardware already know where this is going. I slid the card in. Well, to be more accurate, I tried to slide the card in. It stopped about halfway. I grunted like Oog encountering the OoGhiJ MIQtxxXa. Peering into the slot, I could see why the spacer had the chunk missing. There was a square of plastic installed in the port and the actual connecters were sized to fit. This time I grunted quizzically in a bad Tim Allen impression. Hours of struggling with Dell customer support (hint: normal Dell support doesn't cover people that use the employee purchase program) and some savvy Internet research revealed that I did not have a PCMCIA slot. I had a PCMCIA Express slot. Riiiiight. There is not an option to order a PCMCIA slot for my computer to boot. Luckily, I couldn't deselect the built-in wireless adapter when I ordered the computer. I'm on 802.11g, which ranges from 24mbps to 54mbps. It's not perfect, but I can deal. Other than that hiccup, this new system is sweeeeet. I ran Half-Life 2 at 1920x1200 with full detail and x2 anti-aliasing. I haven't grabbed my actual fps yet, but it looks fantastic. Oh, and did I mention that it's friggin' huge?

Lacking a small country for size comparison, note the DVD in the corner

