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digisciple
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Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 9/30/1977
Gender: Male
Interests: Christ, books, movies, music, art, cartoons, making the hands down world's best milkshake, farming tumbleweeds, keeping the man in check, breathing, not panicking, and stamping out ignorance where ever I find it.AIM: Dortmunder Goat
Expertise: Nothing, absolutely nothing. Well, maybe being human. But, other than that, nothing.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Internet)
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Member Since:
6/18/2003
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| Hey look, a post. How did that happen?
So, new year (or two), new son, new job, new post... in that order. Things are sequentially great here. How have you been? Glad to hear it, or if it's not good, that's too bad. Please choose whichever applies in your own particular idiomatic situation.
Now that we're caught up, down to business.
As my last post was about the film adaptations of The Lord of the Rings, I'll just pick up with that line of thought. After a few years to mull over my opinion of them, I've come to this: they suck. Don't get me wrong. I still enjoy them, but only in the same way that enjoy Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That's right, the films have put perhaps the most important work of twentieth century fantasy on par with... The Buff. Who despite being quite endearing, is not the pinnacle of storytelling. Mr. Wood's sappy Frodo completely missed the mark when it comes to the nobility and strength of the character. He's like that classic picture you see everywhere that portrays Jesus as a consumptive girl, instead of a robust carpenter. Also the relationship between Frodo and Sam is not meant to be homoerotic in any way, shape, or form. It's about this higher thing called Brotherhood (for further reference watch any movie about WWII, the whole genre reeks of it). There are so many nuances of the major themes left out it's not funny. If I wanted pulp fanboy fantasy I'd watch a marathon of Xena. And Legolas... wtf... just wtf. Minor character turned action star in order to boost Orlando Bloom's one dimensional career. Ack. Other than that, I'm pretty much cool with the films. 'Course, I am a snob when it comes to these things. But, that doesn't mean I'm wrong.
Alright, I'm done spent and junk.
Digisciple out.
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| Blogging. The primiere achievment of modern civilization.
HOLY CRAP!!!!!!
In 4 days, just 4 excruciatingly long days, my good friend Lonewolf and I will be sitting in a theater for The Lord of The Rings Trilogy Tuesday. For those of you not geeky enough, this is a day long, back to back marathon of the extended versions of the first two LOTR movies and then the first showing of The Return of the King. It starts at noon and ends at 3 am. With only an hour break between each film. You may think I'm nuts, but this is one of the coolest things ever! Almost a life long dream for me.
LOTR were pretty much the first serious books I ever read (about 6th or 7th grade I think). It sparked a passion for reading and stories in me that has never really died. Also, Tolkien and his friend Lewis (C.S. type) among others of the period have had a profound impact on the way I think about and deal with the world around me. These stories were teachers and friends to me during that most atrocious time called puberty.
And while my most petty, covetous parts may disagree with some of the story alterations Peter Jackson went with, I think that on the whole he has done an exemplary job of adaptation to film. Neither an easy or enviable task. As many have found out the hard way.
So, yes, I'm pretty excited on that level.
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Insomnia's a b***h. With exception of my military stint, I've fought an insomnia problem for most of my life. Wasn't a problem in the military because I had no choice. It comes and goes but for about the past two weeks I've been unable to wind down and go to sleep at any decent hour. Last night I was up till about 5 am. When I finally did get to sleep, I was out. I didn't wake up til noon-oneish. I sleep fine, probably a little too heavily, once I get there. But I JUST CAN'T GET THERE!!!! AHHHH!!! I've tried everything my family and I can think of to fix this. From trying to force myself, to staying up all night in an effort to even my schedule out, to staying up all night and cat napping through the day. None of this has worked. I'm about at the point where I give in and go to the doctor about it. But, he's just gonna give some sleeping pills that'll zombify me. I think I'd rather suffer than subscribe to the Prozac Nation's way of doing things. But I'm not the only one here. If I was single it would be no big deal since I work nights. But, I am married with a crumbsnatcher brewing. This steals valuable time away from her. I pray that God will either teach me how to deal with this, or provide a way to do it. I'm hoping that my upcoming school schedule will be it. It's another situation that I have no choice. I either rest and get up. Or face far reaching consequences.
Quote of the day: "oop ack pfft" - Bill the Cat | | |
| Every xxkissxx begins with Xanga.
The other day I discovered just how hopelessly commercialized I am. If you know me well, then you know this is a big deal for me. I hate mass-consumerism with a passion that is holy. I can't stand the fact that I get credit card offers in the mail. That strategy guides for games and toys for movies are put on shelves before the game or movie is released. Or my favorite, that radio commercials say I don't love someone unless I buy them diamonds. grrrrr. Ah, yes.... my point. I was in the Kent Stark bookstore the other day to buy my books, while I was there decided I would pick up copy of Windows XP Pro. You can get it for 10 green paper thingees if you're a student (as opposed to 300 green paper thingees if you're a normal person, figure that one out).
The nice lady pulls out my soon to be copy of Windows from a cupboard behind her. It's just the cd on a piece of cardboard done up in shrink wrap. No box, no jewel case, no paper sleeve thing with the clear plastic window in front. And I think: "that sucks." As if somehow I believed it wasn't as good because it didn't come in a box it would only fill a small percentage of. Anytime I've bought other software, a game or whatever, I've thought it was crap that there was so much stuff wasted to make it look pretty. Then I got to thinking about everything I've ever bought. I've always spent the extra money to get the new game, the new book, the new car, the new pc, the new, unopened thing.
Why, because I love that little kid christmas feeling of being the person to open something for the very first time. Somehow, I've carried this line of thinking into my adult life. That, if it's never, ever, ever, never been opened, it's better. When the one that's used (with the possible exception of the car and the definate exception of a package of hamburger) is just as good. Basically, the packaging means a whole lot more to me than I realized. And it pisses me off. To. No. End.
Why? Because this thought problem isn't about shopping. It'a about life. Think about it. How many times have you written somebody off because they're ugly? How many times have you totally looked down on someone because their bangs weren't right? Or their pants not pegged (eighties and fifites reference). Maybe you turned down the greatest guy in the universe because his nose was big. Maybe you totally ignored the greatest woman on earth because her mammary glands weren't the right size. **** as an aside here men, if they don't lay down when she does: they're fake. Fake=issues=danger=stupid=bad. And besides, how dumb does a little old lady that has a chest you could play dodgeball with look? Very. end aside ****
The moral of this story is that Microsoft charges $290 for packaging. Windows is actually only worth 10.
Quote of the day: "This one's better, it goes to eleven" - That one dude in Spinal Tap.
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| Sometimes you feel like a blog, sometimes you don't.
Well, I'm mostly healed from the severe xanga beating I took a while back (see two posts ago). I still have a little lung pain, but that may be tobacco related, so I won't complain. I would, however, like to wonder aloud why I glow under black lights now. *cough* bili *cough* bork *cough*. Also, my wife has informed me that someone has added a mustache to my tattoo (displayed in glowing form on the left), for which act investigation and litigation is currently pending.
Not much and alot has happened simultaneously since then. Mandy is still pregnant, Corey is still in shock. We're thinking about going with a midwife for the baby's arrival, but I'm a little leary as I don't know that much about them.
Any of my fellow Xangites know anything on this topic?
I got all signed up and registered for classes (after a 2 year delay). : )
I'm taking English, History of Civilization, 7 Ideas That Shook The Universe (physics), and American Politcs, and I'm excited about all of them. I know, being excited about school is counter-culture. But that's what makes it cool, and it's part o me charm laddies.
Also, The Bili and I have been talking about doing another cartoon (for years) sometime in the near future. What say you Bilman? You down? Something epic, epochal, and mind blowing? How 'bout just silly? How 'bout both? How 'bout now?
BTW, you should head over to the BorkBlog, there's this crazy chick that's givin her crap yo.
Quote of the Day: "I'm having a 1/5th life crisis." Noah | | |
| This Poot's for you.
Seriously, you guys absoloutely must check this out.
http://www.pootpoot.com/poot/pootify/
So, the downside to the comments of my last post is that I got the ever-living snot beat out of me. But the upside is the fact that it was the most comments I've ever received. : )
This just goes to prove the political maxim that all publicity is good publicity. What's even better is the fact that I didn't even have to do anything. They were beating me because I DIDN'T post. Having the added effect of reaffirming my appreciation of irony. Good times man, good times.
By the way, if you haven't seen me in my kilt, aka Catholic School girl outfit, prepare to meet the sheer manliness of a man in a skirt.
I mean it takes cajones to wear something like that in public. Of course, the fact that I was carrying a huge broadsword (yes, it's real) might help a little.
Doesn't it just pique your curiousity? C'mon, you know it does. You wanna know if I'm wearing underwear. Don't you?
Poot for the Day: "Lad I don't know where ye've been, but I see ye've won first prize." - Brian Bowers: The Scotsman | | |
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