Thursday, June 12, 2008

RRoD - F#@K!!

This is the Red Ring of Death:



It has its very own wikipedia page.

To save you some time, the basic gist is this:

To save money, Microsoft decided to manufacture their own graphics chips rather than contract the job to a graphic chip company.

The Microsoft chips, turns out, sucked. They overheated and fried the motherboard. The indicator is, you got it, the three flashing red lights, RRoD.

Consumers were pissed. So, Microsoft, to their credit, decided to comp the repair costs, refurb console, gratis. They also decided to start contracting out for graphics chips.

I've been pretty lucky, so far. The consoles were failing at something like 17% (acceptable levels are normally near 1-2%) and I've had my system for a while.

Well, today, after work, as I was sitting down to play a few rounds of Call of Duty 4
RRoD

And boy, did that suck.

I called the repair hotline, they walked me through some troubleshooting steps, took my information, and will be shipping me a prepaid box in a few days.

So, I guess I'll have some time to catch up on my reading. Or Red Sox watching. Or I could just play more Super Mario Galaxy.


-t
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Friday, June 06, 2008

Troublemaker

I'd like to interrupt this countdown to my millenial post and take a moment to promote the new Weezer album.




It's pretty awesome. If you're a Weezer fan I can heartily recommend the Red Album because it's more Blue Album and Pinkerton than it is Maladroit and Make Believe.

Certainly more mature than the two previous self-titled discs (the Blue and Green albums) with a hint of the angsty lyrics of Make Believe, the Red Album does manage to keep the music much more upbeat and brighter than the bands two most recent releases (more like the radio friendly "Beverly Hills" and "We Are All On Drugs" than the later "This Is Such A Pity").

Maybe you've seen the music video for the first radio single "Pork And Beans" full of the internet memes:

Rivers Cuomo isn't the vocalist on three of the songs at the bottom of the set list, giving the other band members, unfortunately, a chance to flex their vocal chords. Bell is passable on "Thought I Knew" but the others are, well, they're pretty awful.

I'd also recommend getting the Deluxe Edition of the release, it includes four "bonus tracks" that make up for the deficient turns Bell, Shriner, and Wilson take on the mike on tracks 7, 8, and 9 of the official release (particularly bonus #1 "Miss Sweeney").

For those of you who aren't going to buy the whole disc I'd recommend the following tracks for download!

(1) Troublemaker
(2) The Greatest Man That Ever Lived (Variations On A Shaker Hymn)
(3) Pork And Beans
(4) Heart Songs
(5) Miss Sweeney (bonus track)

With "The Greatest Man That Ever Lived (Variations On A Shaker Hymn)" unreservedly my favorite song.

-t

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Office Ninja!

When I takeover the world all the mindless drones clerking my world headquarters will be getting their office supplies from this guy:


-t
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

And I Want To Be Somebody Important, Like An Actor...

Woo! It's here! The first signs of the machine revolution!

You were there when they announced the exo-skeleton capable of augmenting a mere human's strength three-fold, it is just a short step to throw on some armor plating and offensive weaponry, and then what have you got? Mecha, in real life.

And now! Machine-Brain Interface! EXACTLY LIKE THE MATRIX.
Learn kung-fu in seconds, enjoy the ultimate virtual-reality experience available, leap tall buildings in a single bound, DODGE BULLETS!

If only I could find a way to harness these powers and bend them toward world conquest...

-t

*UPDATE* - Monkey controls robotic arm jacked directly into its brain! It works! We did it!

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

It's Raining (On) Surgeons

FJM is a site dedicated to poking fun, and sometimes lambasting, bad sports commentary and analysis, in print and television.

It's written by a group of baseball fans who also happen to be sitcom writers. You may know some of their work, like The Office.

If you are a baseball fan, you should read the site. If you are a journalism fan, you should read the site. If you are a comedy fan, you could do a lot worse.

Here is a small excerpt of their work:

Ask any football, soccer, rugby, or lacrosse player what they think about rain delays in baseball and they’ll likely give you an answer we can’t print here.

"Fuckshit!" they'll say, those foulmouthed lax players.

What they’ll imply is that baseball players are a little less manly than other athletes simply because they won’t play in the rain. What’s the worst that could happen?

The game will be impossible to play, and no one will watch it.

Slower pitching? More runs scored? A few extra scratches and bruises? (Boo-hoo.)

It's not a contact sport, dummy. It's a precision sport. You don't perform knee surgery in the rain either.


In the same post there's a link to some great quotations on baseball.

-t

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Friday, May 23, 2008

Woman Wakes Up After Rigor Mortis Sets In (ZOMBIE!)

Weird news from WV this afternoon, found on bb: Woman comes back to life after rigor mortis sets in!

Or, as I would have headlined it:

FIRST DOCUMENTED ZOMBIE VIRUS CASE IN US
LOCALS FLEE IN PANIC, PATIENT IN ISOLATION, AWAY FROM BRAINS


Take the necessary steps to protect yourself. You thought avian flu was bad? Zombie Virus A is definitely, definitely, worse.

-t

P.S. Sorry, that last link is not a rickroll. It's a clip from the Evil Dead. Bruce Campbell is hilarious.


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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Words Added To My Custom Dictionary -or- Why I Hate Lotus Notes

LotusNotes blows. Seriously. A lot.

A list of words added to my email spellcheck dictionary:

  • 38pitches (Curt Schilling's blog)
  • 3PM
  • 401K
  • 5PM
  • 6pm
  • Adina (does this surprise anyone else?)
  • apts
  • Attaboy
  • Bioshock (2007 game of the year!)
  • blog
  • blogging
  • bookmarked
  • btw
  • craigslist
  • Daisuke (ok, it's Japanese)
  • Donny (really?)
  • download ("download" isn't in the standard dictionary?)
  • drat (my favorite four-letter word!)
  • dvds
  • Erin (this is ridiculous - suggested correction? "Ermine")
  • ESPN
  • Fermat (Einstein is in the standard dictionary)
  • Fermat's
  • fyi
  • gmail
  • gotta
  • hiya
  • Hurley (from Lost)
  • hyperlink (hey, email dictionary, it's the Internet Age)
  • hyperlinks (cripes)
  • Ichiro
  • Jackie
  • Joey
  • Matsuzaka
  • Matsuzaka's (separate entries for proper nouns and their possessives?)
  • max (wow. I'm almost certain "max" is a real word, like, everywhere)
  • MBTA
  • munchkins
  • nor'easter
  • Ok (I hate capitalizing both 'o' and 'k')
  • ok (obv.)
  • online (alright, screw you, dictionary)
  • ONYE
  • Ortiz
  • Philly
  • Pinkerton
  • punkface (this is one of the few I find understandable)
  • RBIs
  • rebook
  • rebooked
  • rebooks (probably the word used most often in my emails)
  • RSS
  • screengrab (maybe not a real word)
  • screenshot (come on. def. a real word)
  • Sox
  • TD ("trade date" - MSOutlook spellcheck opts out of words in all caps)
  • timesheet
  • Timmy (honestly?)
  • tpb
  • tv (but "TV" is ok. ridiculous)
  • txt
  • Verizon
  • workflow
  • Yep

Any surprises in your custom dictionary?

-t



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Softball Wrapup

Game 3 - I skipped this game to go drinking with some of Sam's friends up from Alabama

Game 4 - Awesome game. We totally had the lead at one point! We were ahead, by like, three runs!

Anyway. I got there a little late and they put me in at shortstop without any warmup which turned out to be a mistake. The first play of the game was a one-bouncer right to me. I fielded it cleanly, and then threw it ten feet up the foul line past first base. Not even close.

I was getting heckled by the guy in centerfield, and when I turned around I realized it was our normal shortstop! So we switched places for the second batter, and I played center for the rest of the game.

In the second inning I made a pretty good catch on a sinking line drive. I'm no Jacboy Ellsbury, but I can get to the ball when I have to.

At the plate we got some pretty great performances. Three home runs ! One out-of-the-park, the other two the leg-'em-out variety.

So, inning-by-inning. The bad guys scored four runs in the first (helped by my initial throwing error), and we got one back in the first.

Then, and this is the really surprising part. We got back-to-back one-two-three innings in the field! We held them for two innings! Meanwhile our offense scored three runs in the third, and three more in the fourth! At the end of the fourth inning we were leading by three runs! A lead! Woo!

Then in the sixth we gave up three to tie the game. No score in the top of the seventh, so we came up to the plate with a chance at a walk-off victory.

I was batting third in the inning. No pressure.

The first guy made an out when the shortstop robbed him of a double on a screaming line drive up the middle. The next batter popped out.

Here I stood. Two outs, bottom of the seventh, tie game. And I....

roped a single up the middle! Woo! Keep the inning alive!

The girl up at the plate behind me grounded out to third.

But we got a quick one-two-three inning in the top of the eigth and in the bottom of the inning hit back-to-back doubles to win it!

So now our record is a very respectable 1-3-0.

Personally I went 3-3 or 3-4 (depending on the official scorer's ruling) with an RBI. I also broke up a double-play in the fourth which allowed a run to score.

-t

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Re-Reading (A Self-Referential Post)

I am a great writer. I was checking the archives and came across this:


This is one of the reasons I think I would make a good rich guy: I would buy everything. Well, you know, not everything, but almost certainly one of everything. link


No doubt my talents stem from a somewhat wild imagination.

This dream, for example:
So I’m brushing [my teeth], and I’m realizing this toothpaste is bad. It doesn’t taste bad, but it’s…dry, sort of…paste-y. So I look at the tube, and in one glance I see that it’s expired, and that there are tiny little spiders living in the toothpaste. TINY SPIDERS IN THE EXPIRED TOOTHPASTE!


Not that I'm the only one with crazy dreams.

Finally, I would make an exceptionally great sketch comedy writer, (SNL, Second City, Improv Asylum, give me a call!) as evidenced by the bit I pitched and have been trying desperately to get SNL to steal, (as long as I get the credit for developing it). Seriously, tell me this wouldn't be hilarious:

I think they should make a stoner movie called “James Bong.” His agent number would be (obviously) 420, and in Q division everything would turn into a bong or a lighter. jump


It gets even funnier after the jump.


(I'm just filling up space 'til my millennial post. Dig it.) 11

Rate My Manager (with LeadBack!)

Last week:

From:admin@leadback
Hello,

Tom, your supervisor is a participant in the Beacons of Leadership program.

A key part of the process is to provide feedback on personal leadership styles. We will use a 360-degree multi-rater survey called LeadBack®. The results from this feedback will help establish developmental goals.

You, Tom, have been chosen to give feedback. Please take it as a compliment. This is an excellent opportunity for you to contribute to the ongoing development of your colleague. You are one of a larger group of colleagues invited to participate.

This survey will take you approximately 10 minutes to complete. Please note, except for your supervisor's manager, all survey responses are confidential and anonymous.

Regards,
LeadBack Admin


Well, I will take it as a compliment! I am heartened that my opinion matters!

As you'd expect, the survey is twenty-five or so vanilla questions similar to "Please rate your level of agreement 'My manager is an outgoing person who encourages open dialogue within our group, but sometimes can take it too far and become a distraction' Agree Strongly; Agree; Disagree; Strongly Disagree"

I try to be as accurate as I can. Pull no punches, air no grievances, objective above all. I'm one of the few selected, right?

Today:

From:director@beacons
Hello,

You recently received information requesting your participation in a LeadBack survey as part of the Beacons of Leadership Program for your supervisor.

This request was sent to you all in error, please disregard any emails and any survey information that you may have received from the LeadBack administrator or myself.

Regards,
Beacons Director


Oh.

Should I also disregard the compliment?

-t

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Friday, May 09, 2008

Even Adina Can Appreciate This -or- A Good Reason To Watch NBA Playoff Coverage

This is one of the best studio teams ever assembled.



Stay classy, blogosphere.

-t

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Thursday, May 08, 2008

Reeding and Rounding -or- I know only four of you are reading this

I've discovered an exciting new feature of my RSS reeder. It's called "Feed details."

Scant details, to be sure, but salient, and very interesting.

Pick a feed, click "details" and you shall receive:

Posts per week

and

Subscribers

Ok, no big deal. Until you check your own blog feed and discover that according to google reader you're averaging 1.9 posts per week and only four people are subscribed to your feed. And I happen to know that I'm one, and Samantha is another.

Take, for contrast, a popular sports blog I subscribe to:
Posts per week: 59
Subscribers: 957

Now I've got a target: 1000 readers

Or, at the very least, to reach a number that doesn't round down to zero.

-t

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I had intended this to be a brief aside - but, if wishes were fishes

I'm currently reading a book, called Ireland, and have been advised, that there is a plot twist near the end. "Ooh, I didn't see that twist coming." was the warning.

Which may mean that no twist was expected, or there was a twist expected, just not the one that was delivered.

So, as I'm reading, naturally, I'm keeping my eyes peeled for clues. Passages that may foreshadow later events, stand-alone sentences describing glances between major characters that are never acknowledged or explained. The abscence of exposition about a seeming innocuous point. "Aha, I think, the significance of that look will by the BIG REVEAL," or, "In a twist, that innocent explanation will actually be insidious and demented!"

I doubt I'll be surprised, is what I'm saying.

Which is ok, if it's done well I can still appreciate the architecture of the reveal, even if it substance has already been realized.

It occurred to me, though, that there could conceivably be a twist I don't suspect. Something that hasn't been hinted at ever, not once, in the book. That the author purposefully left meaningless clues, totally unrelated, hinting at a banal, ordinary, fully expectable twist, and then, instead of delivering, say, a curveball, delivers a freshly baked loaf of bread THAT IS ALSO A RADIOACTIVE ALIEN SUPERCOMPUTER!

You'd look pretty stupid standing there in the batter's box then, wouldn't you?

(That was rhetorical. You would look pretty stupid. It's a radioactive supercomputer from some distant planet. You thought it was going to be a baseball.)

There's no secondary reveal, either. No explanation. None of this "Oh, by the way, remember in the first inning when you got that hit I and the announcer said it was a "moon shot" that was an allusion to your former career as an astronaut, and the chapter about your best bud, the catcher, who rooms with you on the road, being an illegal immigrant from Cuba, that actually was symbolic, because he's actually an extra-terrestrial and instead of Cuba, he's from Alpha-Centauri - but he's still a heck of a catcher."

None of that. It's just you, an ordinary baseball player, and then an alien supercomputer that you could, if you chose, turn into a grilled cheese sandwich.

Or, imagine an Agatha Christie mystery (this is a particularly good illustration of my point, since AC is notorious for leaving out the necessary clues that figure into her big reveal, hated, by some, for cheating the readers) set on a train, where somebody dies, and all the passengers, who have never seen each other before, ever, and no one has any motive, and the lone detective is still plugging away, and then, at the crucial moment, he reveals, not that, by the way, all the other passengers had all starred in the same soap opera together back in the day, then served in the same military unit as spies, then settled down in the south of England and opened a bed and breakfast all together, and they in fact do have a motive, and you'd have known that and figured out the whole thing if only the history lesson had taken place in the prologue and not the penultimate chapter, no, instead, the lone detective reveals that the train is actually, ON THE MOON! And Moon Men storm the train and devour everyone on board the end.

How's that for a twist!?

Anyway, I'm now hoping for something like that. A twist so crazy it's almost as if the last two chapters of the book were replaced, accidentally, in the printing process with the last two chapters of some crazy science-fiction story set in the Star Wars universe, or where time-travel is possible. And hey, while you spent two-hundred pages learning about Irish history through the eyes of this young Dublin school child and his charming father, a history professor, often illustrated by small glimpses into early 20th century life, and clever observations about the Irish geography, you learn in the final chapter that the boy and his father ARE ACTUALLY THE SAME PERSON SEPARATED BY THIRTY YEARS As THE RESULT OF A FREAK TIME MACHINE EXPERIMENT AND WHEN THE BOY REACHES HIS THIRTEENTH BIRTHDAY THEY BOTH DIE INSTANTANEOUSLY!

Nothing at all to do with Irish history. What a twist!

-t

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Monday, May 05, 2008

Strange Brew: Game 1

Played the first game of the season yesterday in the drizzly, swampy, Charlestown muck. Which I loved, because getting to Charlestown is hella more convinient than getting to Dedham for games. Next week we're in Brighton someplace, I think.

We played a good game, only lost by fifteen, in a full game (not shortened by the mercy slaughter rule).

Personally, I went one-for-three with a double (generous scorekeeping by the team captain, really an infield hit with a throwing error), and knocked in a run on a fielders choice. So I'm hitting 0.333 and my OPS is a solid 1.000. Not a bad line for the first game of the season, and I didn't have to go to Arizona to work out all winter (though I should have, I could barely lift my arms after swinging the bat. Thank goodness I play first base, I never would have been able to throw across the diamond).

Speaking of fielding, the right side of our infield is as solid as ever, with our star shortstop making two dramatic double plays (both 6-3) and a few more terrific stops to save extra base hits. The right side of the infield is also as solid as ever (that is, not very solid at all through the second baseman - still having a little trouble catching ground balls...and pop-ups...line drives, relay throws, underhand tosses from the shortstop on double play balls...)

The rest of the team looks good. After a few more innings the outfielders will, no doubt, resume making the spectacular catches we remember from last season, and our pitchers will once again be lights-out (here, of course, I'm speaking of the spotlights used for night games, where their pitches are usually deposited by the opposing batters).

A good first game. Go green team! (we changed colors, green is the new blue).

-t

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Friday, May 02, 2008

Reading

I'm addressing this to the Venn group of you readers who live in the intersecting circles of sports fans, and blog fans.

Mad MSPaint skilz

No doubt you're aware of the flap caused by Buzz Bissinger (author of Friday Night Lights, a totally awesome book you should read) on the HBO program "Costas Now" regarding the role of bloggers in sports coverage. (NYTime story)

I'm not going to comment, there's been more than enough of that in the blogosphere (and most of it seems to be of the cathartic "let's just get this out there so it's not running circles in my head all weekend preventing me from enjoying the derby/playoffs/baseball" variety), BUT, this bit by Joe Posnanski is a nice bit:

"This is really a great point, and one that just gets overlooked. There have always been blogs. What do we think Thomas Paine's Common Sense was? He wasn’t working for any mainstream media — there really wasn’t a mainstream media. It was a blog written long before the Internet. It was a published as a pamphlet and published anonymously — and James Chalmers (playing the role of Revolutionary Buzz) called him a 'political quack.' You could certainly argue that Paine's blog, more than any single work, spurred the Colonies to break from England." Joe Posnanski


And what are our amendments to the Constitution but a comment thread on our forefathers' principal post?

The world as blog. Dig(g) it.

-t
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It's Friday, Let's Vent

It's been a while since I've had these fingers o'mine pecking away at this typeboard here in front of me, so to get things moving, here's a post about some stuff at work.


  1. The guy that sits behind me, across the row, drives me crazy. If he'd just keep his yap shut, or went anywhere else to prattle, I probably wouldn't mind so much, instead, he holds court at his desk whenever he can attract an audience, and when he can't he'll wait for an overheard bit of conversation and throw out a semi-topical movie misquote. Some illustrations:

    • Mispronounciation, talking about movies: "Ya, they were independent movies, you know, independent? They were at the Canny's Film Festival."

    • Misinformation, talking to his underlings: "You know how muscles work, right? Steroids don't make you get more muscles, see, when you lift, you're basically breaking down your muscle cells, and so your body is like 'I have to make more muscles so that doesn't happen again' right? And when you lift, your muscles get sore, so you have to stop. Steroids they help you not get sore so fast, so you can keep lifting, and it breaks down even more muscle tissue. It works because you know when you lift your muscles produce folic acid, and the acid eats away at the cells, and that's why it burns, and steroids stop it from burning so you can keep working out."

    • Mississippi, caught in a lie by a girl from MS:
      "When my wife got her law degree we talked about moving, so I was looking at places and one of my buddies said I should look in Jackson, MS, and I found this like huge mansion with a separate house on the lot for carriages, that had an attached apartment and tons of land for like two-hundred fifty, to three-hundred thousand."
      "Oh, really? A mansion? That seems like a lot"
      "Um, uh, well, it's in a town of like only four thousand people..."
      "Because a lot of my friends live down there and, they all have houses, but nothing like that for three hundred."
      "Uh, and, you've got to remember this is in like '98... and uh... well, we ended up buying a house in Bridgewater - I'm late for a meeting."



  2. LOST spoilers. Luckily, I'm up-to-date on the most recent LOST episodes, so this isn't a factor for me, but, when three or four people start throwing out theories (dumb theories) and someone else nearby says 'What are you talking about? That show LOST? I haven't watched it.' and thye continue to talk about significant plot developments! (hint: everybody dies! jk, jk). I mean seriously, knock it off, don't spoil what is clearly a good show. You want to talk about Jericho or drivel of that nature go right ahead.


  3. That thirty-something senior-eff-ing manager on the floor who insists on behaving like a twelve-year-old wearing two pigtails on the sides of her head, and using a mock-whiny high-pitched voice to complain about missing her coffee break because she thinks it's cute. It's not.


  4. Coors Light sucks. The beer is undrinkable unless chilled so much that the cold temperature overwhelms its many flaws (flavor, body, color, finish, aftertaste). Kudos, I guess, to the marketing team that turned "This beer is only drinkable if it's so cold it numbs your whole head" into a legitimate tag line "Brewed cold, taste the Rockies" or something like that, but I'm immediately revoking those same kudos for producing the awful, "Let's Vent" television spot that lends this post its ironic title. It's beer. In a can. Open and pour. Don't be a jackass, and don't put tools on tv. I change the channel when that ad airs.


-t
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Wednesday, April 30, 2008

PLEASE RESUME POSTING


Bwahaha. I can see my reeder at work! Victory!


I can, once again, read new posts without clicking through outmoded and outdated html hyperlinks!

Thanks for holding off posting your news/feelings/life developments these past two-and-a-half months while I sorted out these RSS difficulties. So you can all start updating your blogs again.



-t

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Friday, April 25, 2008

According to IMDB.com trivia I'm too tall to be an astronaut

Have I been reading something that's totally awesome? YES.

Here's a bit that should capture your imagination:

A few weekends ago I randomly spend a morning checking out the website of the International Space Station, and I get caught up in the ship’s logs from Expedition One, which was up there from October 2000 until March 2001.

The logs were not originally intended for public view — many entries contain redacted passages, and for the most part they’re just dry, militarily-terse accounts of the various acronym-heavy technical tasks and endless troubleshootings that occupy all hours of the day. But I’m impressed to see that the crew (one American and two Russians) nevertheless often takes a moment to log the movies they watch together during their down time, occasionally offering a bit of commentary on each one.

As I read, I kind of forget about the grandeur of space exploration and instead try to imagine what the hell it must be like to watch Apocalypse Now and The Big Lebowski and 2001 (not to mention “Lethal Weapon Week”) while crowded around a circa-2000 government laptop in a cramped, smelly zero-gravity tin can in Low Earth Orbit. (Smacks more than a little of Mystery Science Theater 3000. We got Movie Sign?)


link to the entry, via kottke

Follow the link for the excerpted passages. Some great bits in there, like:

6 FEB 2001: We ate some dinner and watched the last part of "City of Angels". Shep did his best to explain to Yuri and Sergei what the phrase "chick flick" means.


-t

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Craziest Thing I've Never Done (But It's On My List)

I took yesterday off - because it's Patriot's Day here in Massachusetts, and that's what you do: Take the day off, drink beer, and cheer for the marathon runners - or, if you're me, and crazy - wake up at 4AM, drive to Lexington, and watch the re-enactment of the Battle of Lexington and Concord.

Which is all well in its patriotly goodness, but, my abscence has convinced a few of the folks I work with that I was not, in fact, home watching the Red Sox beat the snot out of the Texas Rangers, but instead, was running, voluntarily, 26 miles through the streets of Greater Boston.


"Hey, Tom, did you run the marathon yesterday?"

What? No.

"You ran it, didn't you? That's why you were out?"

Do I look like I ran a marathon yesterday? Do I look like I could have run a marathon yesterday?

"How did you finish? What was your time? - I'm looking your name up online right now."

Ok, you won't find me. I didn't run.

"Come on, just tell me."

I'm not going to lie and say I ran it when I didn't.

"I would. You look like you could have run it. I'd say 'no' if you were like two-fifty, but you're not."

Dude, seriously, I didn't run the marathon.


So...anyobody know anyone who did run? I'm looking for an official number. I'll come in tomorrow and discreetly hang it up in my cubicle.

-t

Monday, April 14, 2008

Big Papi/Yankees: Clubhouse Curse

Punk construction worker buries a David Ortiz jersey in the floor of the visitor's clubhouse in the new Yankee Stadium.

David Ortiz is in the slump of his career, hitting 0.070, just one hit in his last 29 at bats.

Superstitious Yankees dig up the Ortiz jersey.

I posit, that the jersey did not, in fact, jinx the Yankees, but rather, jinxed our favorite home town slugger, Mr. David Ortiz, and THEREFORE when he re-enters the lineup he WILL TEAR IT UP.

So, please, a message to Sox fans who happen to be working construction, STOP TRYING TO JINX THE YANKEES. It's going to backfire. That's karma. Educate yourselves.

-t

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One-Eyed Frank

Sam and I planned to atten a performance Saturday night at the Improv Asylum. Before we got there, though, we had to get there.

We had tickets for the eight o'clock show. The Red Sox played at 3:45PM. Plenty of time, I thought, even with the average Sox/Yanks game lasting 3.5 hours.

Around about the fourth inning it started raining outside the apartment, the rain headed into the city of Boston, no doubt, the torrent certain to cause a delay unless they wrapped up the next three innings in ten pitches or so (not going to happen with Youk, Drew, Pedroia, Manny...)(ok, with that lineup, it's not going to happen unless Lugo bats nine times in a row).

The rain holds off, until the eighth, just as they call Papelbon in for a four out save. Downpour - out comes the tarp.

We can't stay for the end of the game and still make the improv show, so we head to the train, and I call some people to make sure I get updates on the Fenway situation throughout the night.

As we arrive at the train station I calculate that we have exactly enough time to get on the train, ride to Haymarket, and pick up our tickets.

What I forgot to factor in was the shuttle bus running in place of the train on the Orange Line (every weekend from here to the end of time, it seems).

Luckily, for us, the herky-jerky bus trip didn't delay us overmuch, and the Improv show started nearer 8:05PM, so we had no trouble grabbing some drinks and finding our seats.

The show was hilarious.

-AND- they totally used one of my suggestions for a bit!

Ok, so the crowd was a bit...lackluster. The majority of folks were attached to a tame bachelorette party (who knew beforehand that the Improv players were going to call up the bride-to-be for an embarassing skit, which seemed to be the only part of the show they were really into), and there were also some elderly grandmother types (one who couldn't stop herself grooving to the hip-hop beat laid down by the DJ between sketches).

There was also a family celebrating their son's fourteenth birthday who gets nominated for "Line of the Night" with his response to the Improv actress asking why he hadn't been calling her: "Well, I've been kinda busy, it's tax time." The kid's quick on his feet.

Anyway, as they came back from intermission they called out to the audience to suggest a location that would fit on the stage. I yelled out (so as not to be drowned out by the non-existent participation from the rest of the audience) "Pirate ship!" and the MC turned and was all "YES! Your shit is totally on top of it tonight! Awesome!"

The skit highlighted a be-hooked unlucky-in-love pirate captain named One-Eyed Frank.

So that was pretty cool.

On the train bus home Samantha and I sat next to a drunk baseball fan. How'd we know he was a baseball fan? As he blearily eyed the passengers on the bus, he raised his fist in solidarity with an older woman in a Yankee warm-up jacket. "You're a Yankee fan?" he slurred, "We're outnumbered here."

He then went on to describe to the man sitting opposite that he had grown up next door to Manny Ramirez in New York, and Manny used to hang out with him as a kid. And play baseball with him. And...fell asleep.

Go Sox.


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Saturday, April 12, 2008

Early Weekend Remarks

It's Saturday morning. Samantha is sitting next to me on the couch, apropos of nothing she says:

"I'm so easy to get blood out of."

I think this is going to be a pretty good weekend.

-t
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Friday, April 11, 2008

Self-Congratulatory

It is with great pleasure, today, that I note I am nearing my millenial post here at the web log. This self-congratulatory announcement will serve as post number nine hundred seventy-five.

I will therefore take this opportunity to offer, from you, the readers, to me, your beloved author, your thanks and appreciation for my unflagging devotion to posts and updates of highest quality, voluminous quantity, and wondrous oddity. That I have accomplished so much, so quickly, and with, seemingly, so little help (or audience), speaks heartily to the vast powers of the internet and my indubious ability to harness those powers in order to provide such terrific stuffs on such a regular, uninterrupted, pace.

To celebrate this momentous occassion a countdown and preparations for some type of festive parade will be initiated.

I will also take this opportunity to accept your thanks and appreciation. Let the countdown begin.


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In the meantime, I encourage you, my loyal readers, as always, to look to your own approaching milestones, or, if you have none, to embark upon a carefully considered and well-chosen journey, literal or metaphorical, perhaps a journey where private reflection and personal growth can be paired with a blossoming new-media outlet to provide public entertainment. Or you could start a blog. There are lots of tracks, and many markers along the ways - So, thank you, for trailing along behind me, in the cloud of dust raised by my steady, marching footsteps, to this one.

-Tom

Friday, April 04, 2008

Great Way To Kill Time And Remind Yourself How Smart You Used To Be In College

How I've been spending my time:

How many elements can you name? (I logged a dismal 35 elements)

Check out the other links on the site, highlights include:

Name the countries in:
  1. Europe

  2. Asia

  3. Africa

  4. South America (I forgot two, and named an extra six that are actually in Central America)


Name all the major leage baseball teams, US Presidents

and more!


Seriously, it's just a bit addicting, and I'm almost ashamed to admit I did better on Tom Hanks movies than I did naming the Presidents.

-t

Monday, March 31, 2008

MLB Boston Red Sox 2008 Preview

2008 Red Sox Preview:


Offense:

Manny's the comeback kid this year, I expect above average HRs and RBIs this season, I expect the Sox pick up his option for next year, and he'll continue opening up to the media revealing, slowly but surely, that we really haven't been missing all that much.

Ortiz will recover nicely from the minor knee clean-up and will be the clutch hitter we've all come to expect. I dig the new longer hair and am putting the over-under on new beard styles at seven.

Pedroia and Ellsbury will start slow and level off at just over and just under.300 this year, respectively. We'll see 35 steals from Ellsbury and Lugo will be just behind him with 32.

More of the same from Youk, a sharp decline from Varitek (~.215), a decline in home run power from Lowell (though we'll still see the doubles and average).

Finally, the Moss, Crisp, and Drew platoon will be awkward for a month-and a half while Drew hovers near the Mendoza line, Crisp dips below it, and Francona can't justify defering to Drew's monster contract to keep Moss on the bench with a .310 average. After that we'll see Crisp released or traded for thirty cents on the dollar (couple-a minor leaguers, low draft pick or PTBNL) and Drew start to pick up that giant green f-ing wall in left field and turn into a double machine. Moss will be a good pinch-hitter off the bench and spell Ellsbury in center when needed.

Defense:

I'd like to start the 2008 Defensive Preview by stating that COCO CRISP WAS TOTALLY ROBBED OF THE GOLD GLOVE IN 2007! THEFT OF THE HIGHEST ORDER AND YOU VOTERS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSEVES.

Ok, I predict that this year Youk will make some errors, Lowell will not boot 27 balls in the first two weeks of home games, Ellsbury will misjudge a few more fly balls in the triangle, Manny will still surprise runners with his arm (and national announcers with his high OF assist numbers), and Cash will be better than expected catching Wake.

Pitching

The Red Sox training staff should be commended for handling Beckett's back spasms as patiently and cautiously as they have. Slowing down the franchise pitcher's recovery can only help in the long run. We'll see him get roughed up in his first few starts (but I expect the big bats will be out in force and help kick-start his win total); we'll see him start to surge near the All-Star break, and finish strong through September.

Matsuzaka, though, will be another story. Until he stops nibbling and only throws what Varitek calls for, he's going to get hit all over the place. An ERA north of five isn't out of the question in the first half of the season. Expect quality starts and not much else. (Once he does start listening to Tek, though, he'll be absolutely lights out).


Buccholz has to work through rookie jitters. If he can lower expectations for himself, and just try for some quality starts I think we'll see him come into his own as the season progresses.

Colon is going to be the surprise pick-up of the season, the way he's been throwing the ball could see him get ten wins if he keeps a spot in the rotation (subbing for Buchholz early on, and Lester later).

And speaking of Lester, I fear the national media, and Boston sports radio, will continue to harp on his performance, expecting the next coming of Sandy Koufax, and lambasting him for being (just) a decent third or fourth starter. As always, if Lester can keep the ball in the zone he will be fine. He is his own worst enemy. (Though, you Sox fans may recall, when Lester was first called up for some spot starts he seemed to walk the bases loaded and then pitch brilliantly to get out of the jam. He was a left-handed Houdini with runners in scoring position. I therefore move that Francona calls for two intentional walks at the begining of every inning Lester's on the mound (or, to keep the pitch count down, intentional catcher's interference) and then we'll see some Cy Young caliber pitching!).

Wakefield will eat up innings and keep hitters guessing. I should go buy a Wakefield jersey.

Bullpen:

Papelbon will anchor a solid 'pen much like last year. We'll see more of Delcarmen in a set-up role, and Okajima will be used more as a specialist at the back end of the sixth and early seventh innings. I expect Brian Corey to make the roster, though I'd rather have Lopez, as I doubt he'd make it through waivers to Pawtucket. Timlin should be fine after his finger laceration recovers, and I'm sure the staff will watch him for signs of fatigue after the midpoint of the season.


Final numbers for the hurlers:
Beckett: 19-7 3.18
Matsuzaka: 16-13 4.80 (will lead the team in walks)
Lester: 15-14 4.40
Wakefield: 17-16 5.00
Buchholz: 12-6 3.33
Colon: 10-4 3.60
Papelbon: 2-2-33 1.70
Delcarmen: 3-1-5 2.00
Okajima: 3-0-2 2.50


Additional thoughts:

Colon will be the biggest (ha) story of the first half; Matsuzaka-mania will, again, control the media and merchandising; I expect good things from Moss, he's not too far away from an every-day position; Ellsbury's bat will heat up after an initial slump and his speed will continue to wow crowds; Papelbon will get progressively crazier off the mound (and stay just as scary on); Epstein will get shafted on the Crisp deal, because there isn't any way around it.

Standings:

I think Toronto's pitching could give us trouble, we've seen the Sox bat's go north and turn cold before, and Tampa will be trouble, Orioles will wind up dead last, and the Yankees, they are what they are, and I'm already sick of Steinbrenner the Second mouthing off.






American LeagueNatinal League
Angels win the WestPadres win the West
Tigers win the CentralCubs win the Central
Sox win the EastMets win the East
Indians win the Wild CardPhillies win the Wild Card*

*I'd like to pick the Reds as a surprise Wild Card winner, but every single arm on Dusty Baker's pitching staff is going to fall off by September.


Leave your thoughts in the comments.

-t

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Hippies

There is a fifteen-foot retaining wall separating my back yard from my neighbors'. As kids we'd lose basketballs and baseballs and frisbees over the fence, and the family that lived on the other side, at the bottom of the wall, was always nice enough to throw them back over. They owned two little terriers that would race in circles around their yard, from the base of the wall, to their back door, and bark whenever we were out playing.

Our swingset was near the wall, and, if you were old enough, you could get the swing going so fast that it would seem like the high end of your backswing would carry you out over the wall, and your could stare twenty feet straight down to certain death (and two little terriers racing around in circles)(actually, I think the swing's furthest reach still put you two feet from the edge, but it sure seemed daring when you were nine).

There was also a big oak tree growing up from the wall, and in time, the root system started to weaken the concrete keeping our swingset, and ten tons of earth, from falling backward onto our neighbors' yard, so my parents hired a tree guy to come in with his crew and cut it down.

It took three days, if I'm remembering correctly, and was pretty awesome. There was one big guy with a chainsaw who oversaw all of the ropes, there was a little guy who had gone to tree-cutting college and spent all of his time swinging among the highest branches, and the crew leader, a bearded, long-haried hippie, Ted Smith.

Hang on, just received an email:
To: tom@work
From: sam@couchpotato

This hippie woman on television just named her baby "Joy Increasing."

Her middle name is "Increasing."

Seriously. License to breed.



Anyway, this crew leader had two kids, and, being a hippie, they had weird names. His daughter's name was Aurora Borealis Smith.

Which really isn't that bad at all. His son was Buck. I'm not making this up...

Buck Aroo Smith.

-t

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

"Play (Chemically Enhanced) Ball!"

Work softball is back!

We've just completed our first email thread of the season discussing potential new names for our squad.

I propsed "The Bearded Wonders" for us, especially funny because no one on the team wears a beard (though, in my case, it's certainly not for lack of trying). Others included "Team Great!" (exclamation point included), "Strange Brew" (the favorite, and "Pedroia's Ping Pong Posse" (too long).

My suggestsion came in third in the voting, but it was a close race (McCain-Huckabee close). Luckily, this year, our team name won't feature any puns on performance enhancing drugs (BALCO Lab Rats, The Linseed Oilers, Mo'PEDS).

Up next, deciding on a uniform color. We wore blue last year (our rallying cry was "Go blue team!") but this year I'm pulling for red.

Because it will look totally great with my beard.

-t

Monday, March 24, 2008

PORCINE POWDER PATCHES PICKLED POINTER

CBS News reports the amazing story of the regenerating finger. (via boingboing)

First ham; then bacon; now, spontaneous regrowth of human extremeties. Is there nothing the pig cannot accomplish?

A man slices off own finger while building model guillotine airplane.* Research scientist brother sends powdered pig's bladder to treat the wound. One month later the finger looks good as new.

This feat marks a long-awaited and exciting rebirth of the long-forgotten pseudo-science of miracle cure-all powders. Pull out that vial of powdered-rhino horn you've kept stashed in that trunk in your attic, it probably cures diabetes! Curbside peddlers take note: Powdered animal bladder has been proven to work, and the sky's the limit for the next wunder-snuff! Powdered duck galbladders! Pulverized meerkat kidneys! Chicken lungs aren't just for Chicken McNuggets anymore!

Expect a boom in mystery exlirs, salves, and ointments in the coming years, invest wisely. It's only a matter of time before the next Bill Gates makes his fortune crushing dehydrated aardvark intestines, and you'll want in on the ground floor!

In five years everyday expressions "like watching paint dry" could be replaced by "like watching limbs regenerate."

And it's not too great a leap to posit a breakthough in computer science allowing the ability to download a lifetime of memories to portable bio-computer leading to the entire human population plugging in and eternally regrowing host bodies for millenia, ushering in an epoch of peace and exploration the universe has never experienced! Get ready Milky Way! Johnny Mnemonic isn't just a pipedream anymore!

Nothing quite captures the imagination like immortality, with a side of bacon. Welcome, readers, to the new world.

-t

* - Editor's note:
Originally reported, hilariously, as "model guillotine."
Corrected to read, confusingly, "model airplane."
How the hell do you lop off a fingertip with nothing but cheap plastic and crazy glue?[back]


Very Important Information concerning March 25, 2008

A list of Boston Bars open for the Red Sox season opener in Japan, tomorrow, Tuesday March 25, 2008, at 6 AM Eastern (from Boston You're My Home via U-hub):

Game On at 82 Lansdowne St at 5:30 AM
Daisy Buchanan’s at 240 Newbury at 6 AM
Anchovies at 433 Columbus Avenue at 6 AM
Pour House at 907 Boylston St at 5:30 AM
The Avenue at 1249 Commonwealth, Allston at 6 AM

(check the link above for updates in the comments section)

By law alcohol service cannot begin before 8AM which should leave all you Sox fans plenty of time to get wasted before heading to work at the usual hour.

That's all for now.

-Tom

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Hang-gliding: A Brief Report

Having not updated in a while I decided to regale you all, my readers, with a story about how tired I am, as that is, seemingly, my now permantent conscious (almost wrote, "waking") state.

But! that's boring. Tired is boring.

Instead, I'll recount a dream I had once:


I was hang-gliding.

I'm in first-person view mode, none of this out-of-body experience mumbo-jumbo. I know I was hang gliding because I could see my arms holding the steering bar, I could look up and see the point of the hang glider above me, symmetrical stripes radiating from the point, blue, orange, red, yellow. Feel the wind on my face.

It's a bright sunny day. It's hot, though not as hot here in the glider as it is down on the ground. Also, markedly less humid, I assume.

I'm flying over the city of Miami, along the coast. There are a few very tall buildings, what I assume are hotels, a strip of pavement, white sand, and the sea green/blue water. I can just barely make out brightly colored beach towels and the white V's of speed boat wakes.

The feeling of flight is exhilarating. For fun, and to see if I can exercise any control over the sensation, I pull on the bar and soar up on the warm air currents to gain altitude. Then I dive, lower than is safe, and back up again.

It's a tandem hang glider, and strapped in next to me is Toucan Sam. From the Fruit Loops box.



-t

recommended download:
Flogging Molly, Lightning Storm

Monday, March 10, 2008

Novelties

I've got nothing significant to report today, and work has been muddling along same as always for a couple of weeks in a row. So here are some new things:

New Stuff:

Flogging Molly Float

It seems every release is better than the previous album. I like every song on this disc and have had five or six stuck in my head over the weekend.
The cradle was damaged, dug by the grave
Where you lie in the sin, for mortal's the soul
Forgive me this, Father, before I go cold
From burden of grief and all I regret
Spare me the conscience before I forget

Now I'm just hoping to see a Rock Band download featuring Flogging Molly for St. Patrick's Day (Hear that, Harmonix? Get on it!)




Steve Martin Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life

I started reading this on the train this morning and have already finished the first third of the book. The introduction calls the book an autobiography, but it lacks the detail, and instead reads ike a memoir (or memoirette) of Martin's stand-up career, jumping from highlight to highlight, rather than recounting a blow-by-blow of each performance, or delving into any of the primary or supporting characters. Martin introduces his family with thin cross-sections and covers his early childhood in ten pages.



It seems a well-written, well-edited reflection on Martin's club career, and I look forward to absorbing the rest. The most enjoyable aspect is Martin's insight into his own motivations, and the origins and elements he incorporated into his stand-up routine.






Next up on the list is a monster two-thousand page tome Quicksilver, by Neil Stephenson, and Moby Dick, by Melville.

-t

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Emergency Communique

To: Tom@work
From: Samantha@home
Subject: Emergency Alert



A firetruck with lights and sirens just drove by my house at the exact moment the television did a test of the Emergency Alert System.

All the sirens at once. Just a little terrifying. :-p

~Sam



Monday, March 03, 2008

Endless Rock

So, ask me what I did all day Saturday?

I played Rock Band a little.

And when I say "a little," I mean, "the whole freakin' day."

See, here's what happened. I thought, let's throw Rock Band into the Xbox, play a few songs, then see if there's any good cartoons on tv.

So we played a few songs, earned some stars, and unlocked "The Endless Set!" and I thought, hey, that's pretty cool.

I was wrong.

The endless set is 58 songs. Fifty-eight! Ok, so, imagine something you like... Playing Wii Sports. Eating a chocolate cake with frosting. Playing a game of racquet ball. Your girlfriend.

Now imagine doing it fifty-eight times. In a row.

It took the whole freakin' day! We played fifteen songs. I paused it, and took a break. Got a drink. Played another ten songs. Ten. Songs. Songs that are like, six and seven minutes long. That is seventy minutes, for the ten songs. That is more than an hour. Plus the fifteen before that. AND I WASN'T EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH.

This game is totally awesome. We kept plugging away. The halfway mark was awesome. We were all "woo! halfway done! only four more hours of songs!" (the songs kept getting longer and longer).

Let me tell you. At nine-thirty, almost ten hours later, we certainly appreciated the name of the achievement.

I have taken a break from Rock Band for a few days.


Just kidding. I'm about to fire it up right now.

-t

Friday, February 29, 2008

Time Served

Folks, this is just a friendly reminder to disregard all of those newspaper articles and blog posts claiming today is an "extra" day in the calendar year. Those reports are totally bogus.

Leap Day isn't a bonus, it's backpay.

The earth orbits the sun once every 365.25 "days" (a roughly 24hr period) and since man decided to start counting, he has tried to cram everything into nice ordered little boxes.

Doesn't work. Nature's more complicated. That extra time gets taken away from you in non-leap years! Taken away.

So, don't celebrate leap year and do something crazy because this is a day you wouldn't otherwise have, instead, get indignant! This is a day owed you by the calendar-mongers, and time-keepers.

Every year! A quarter of a day taken away from you! Just think what you could do with that time when it was fresh! Not stored away for years until there's enough of it to see clearly. A quarter day means 6 more hours of sleep January 1st after your New Year's Hangover! 6 hours!

You could use that time to study for your final exams the night before! No more cramming!

You could spread it out and never be late for work!

What would I do? Well, I'd probably save up until I had a whole days worth. And then treat it like a bonus day.

Besides, if I had to carry it around all year with me I might lose it.

-t

Monday, February 25, 2008

More Weight! (in the form of little gold statuettes)

Time for a review of my predictions for the Eightieth Academy Awards.

Best Picture
I'd say it's a toss-up between There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men -- I'm picking NCFOM to take it.

My pick: No Country for Old Men
Winner: No Country for Old Men



Best Director
I'm picking the Coens in this category. This may be because NCFOM was brilliantly directed, or because I've recently seen The Big Lebowski.

My pick: Joel Coen and Ethan Coen - No Country for Old Men
Winner: Joel Coen and Ethan Coen - No Country for Old Men


Best Actor
I thought Day-Lewis got shafted for Gangs of New York and anyone who didn't vote for him then will certainly vote for him now, putting him over the top.

My pick: Daniel Day-Lewis - There Will Be Blood
Winner: Daniel Day-Lewis - There Will Be Blood


Best Actress
No idea on this one...I'm going with the foreign language title - Marion Cotillard.

My pick: Marion Cotillard - La Vie en Rose (La môme)
Winner: Marion Cotillard - La Vie en Rose (La môme)


Best Supporting Actor
Javier Bardem for this award, but Michael Clayton seems to be a favorite among critics...I'm still picking the Western.

My pick: Javier Bardem - No Country for Old Men
Winner: Javier Bardem - No Country for Old Men


Best Supporting Actress
But I have seen I'm Not There and Cate Blanchett was absolutely amazing as rock 'n roll star Bob Dylan. She runs away with it.

My pick: Cate Blanchett - I'm Not There
Winner: Tilda Swinton - Michael Clayton


Best Original Screenplay
Juno was good, but come on, a story about a guy falling in love with a life-size doll?

My pick: Lars and the Real Girl - Nancy Oliver
Winner: Juno - Diablo Cody


Best Adapted Screenplay
NCFOM is two-to-one, and the other to movies split the remaining odds (eight to one each)...(I could probably be a bookie -- I understand fractions. [edit] I understand fractions, but I may not really know how they apply to odds. Maybe I couldn't be a bookie. Or, maybe I could, but my odds would be fair and I'd never make any money)

My pick: No Country for Old Men - Joel and Ethan Coen
Winner: No Country for Old Men - Joel and Ethan Coen


Some closing thoughts:

Best Animated Movie is a stupid category. If your animated movie isn't good enough to get nominated for a real category (Disney's Beauty and the Beast 1991 Best Song, Best Original Score Winner, Best Picture nominee) you should just be happy for the millions of parents who'll be forking over $25 a pop for the DVD to shut up their whiny spoiled brats instead of plying the Academy with yacht rides and solid gold chocolate bars so they'd invent a category that can only support two thirds of a movie every year.

Disney might get another Original Song, since three-fifths of the nominees in that category are Enchanted. [edit - but it's my understanding they totally suck][update - Enchanted lost]

Oh, and just so you know, of the nominated movies discussed above, I've [still] only seen Juno and I'm Not There. I liked them both. (I really liked Juno).



[Final Word]

I only missed two categories, and it's my belief Cate Blanchett's statue was wrongly awarded to Tilda Swinton because, come on, she's famous, and did a good job, and CB has like, four little gold guys already, right? So I'm not really wrong, I just forgot to factor in previous winnings vs. Irish descent. No biggie. I definitely missed the Juno screenplay win, so that's a legit miss.

Any votes on best dressed?

-t

Friday, February 22, 2008

All-Points-Bulletin

I'm too tired to do most all of the work on my desk right now. And there is certainly a lot of it.

Dozens of problems, and hundreds of trades due to the audit cycle for two of the most active funds, and we've got another fund (a big one) that is selling off all of its holdings. Liquidating everything. I imagine some Hedge Fund Advisor somewhere owes a lot of money to some somebodies and is trying to cash in while the cashing is good (and all of his bones are still unbroken).

Incidentally, I'm in the middle of a book about Murder Incorporated, the enforcement and contract killing arm of the national crime syndicate ("The Syndicate") in the 1930s and 40s. The stories are incredible. Every two-and-a-half pages they detail another gangland execution and I've got to imagine screenwriters would be tripping over themselves trying to write these up into guaranteed hits staring all of Hollywood's tough guys. None of this Tom Hanks as a gunman baloney. The Coen brothers would be a shoo-in to direct anything from this narrative. Or Coppola.

And another thing! The language is amazing! I'd love to hear this book as told by the original author (B. Turkus, a NYC ADA) instead of reading the transcript. I think people really did talk like this, everyday, not just in the movies:

There was no method of murder their fiendish ingenuity overlooked. They used the gun, the strangling rope, the ice pick -- commonplace tools for homicide. There was the unimaginative mob-style ride, the shotgun blast on the lonely street. And there were the bizarre touches, too. Dozens were dropped into quicklime pits. Others were buried alive, cremated... Fantastic? It can't happen in your town? It did!"


The book is strewn with alliteration, catchy phrasing, and amusing direct address. "Fiendish ingenuity," "parasitic pirates..out to foment or break strikes for fancy fees." It is fantastic.

And speaking of gangs...Real Time Worlds, the makers of Crackdown for the Xbox 360, have just announced their next project: All Points Bulletin. A cops/criminals real time MMO action title set in a current day urban landscape. Looks incredible. Great concept, great team behind it, solid premise, here's a preview.

That's just a quick update. I'm heading out to grab a cup of coffee to combat my fatigue. Hope all of you in Boston are enjoying the snow.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I am an Assassin - I wear my hood Up.

I have been playing a lot of Assassin's Creed lately.

To the exclusion of almost everything else. Towhit: I woke up saturday morning at 9:30AM and played until 11:30PM(ish).

I haven't spent this much time playing since KOTOR, or my first foray into THPS (N64) a.k.a. "The greatest video game ever invented for any video-gaming system ever."

-T

Monday, February 11, 2008

Solo Legend

Hey, readers!

I'm too busy with work to post a lengthy and interesting entry, but I can still try to post a significant entry:

I just got Rock Band and am a pro on Medium difficulty, and Hard is kicking my ass.

Also, Samantha totally rocks on drums. Like, seriously.

You should come over and play.

Later tonight we're opening in Moscow for Oasis. Bam.

-t

Monday, February 04, 2008

19 and -- Oh. - Superbowl XLII Reaction

The night before the Red Sox played Game 7 of the ALCS against the Cleveland Indians it looked like they might lose.

That series revealed, without a doubt, that the 2007 Cleveland Indians and Boston Red Sox were the best teams in the American League. Identical records, the number one and two finishers in the Cy Young race, offense, defense, bullpen, management.

I had to ready myself for a possible Red Sox loss - and I was able to do it, because the Indians were so good.

I knew that whatever the outcome it wasn't going to come down to a fluke victory or one bad call, or one boneheaded mistake.

Turns out, the Patriots loss in the Superbowl came under the same circumstances. No overtly boneheaded plays, no atrocious calls (a few I'm upset about, but it's no Tuck-Rule Game), and both teams flat-out played.

It was a good, solid game. No miracles, no flukes.

And I'm dissapointed, sure. But if we were going to lose, that's how it had to happen.

So, I'm taking a deep breath, hoping no one at work talks about it too much, and moving on. I still celebrate the AFC Championship. Way to go Pats.

Now, on to baseball season! Ten days until pitchers and catchers!

-t

P.S. - There is no f-ing way I'm ever voting for Menino again. I hope somebody gets fired.

Now I'm really done.

Monday, January 28, 2008

B.A.D.

I've been (sort of) offered a new position. I've been asked to leave the trades team and join a Quality Assurance group to test system software updates before live implementation.

I imagine it's a lot like video game debugging, except with numbers and text instead of guns and zombies. Probably the same number of explosions, though.

Upside: Potentially more free time and fewer late nights.
Downside: Moving from the 13th floor to the 9th floor. It's quiet (too quiet) and painted a funny (not ha-ha funny) color.

Second Upside: The group is Business Application Development, a.k.a. The B.A.D. Group.

Best company softball team name yet.

-t

P.S. If this group works out I will probably adopt B.A.D. as the acronym for my evil world-takeover organization - I'll come up with the meaning later.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Be My Friend

You guys remember when you first decided to start blogging, and you didn't know anyone, and you didn't have any links in your sidebar, and you only read mightygirl and dooce and nytimes.com?

You'd spend weeks trying to attract commenters and other bloggers to set up a link network, blog friends.

Or AIM! Man, that totally sucked. The only people on your buddy list was your older brother who set up your screenname, and your cousin from California who never signed on anyway and even when she did she'd just put up some boring away message like "hw sucks" and go idle for two weeks.

Well, I'm in exactly that position now on Xbox Live. I'm new, I don't have any idea what's going on, and I have no idea how to add people to my friends list. Or find people to add, for that matter.

So, naturally, I turned to the blog.

Who wants to be my friend?! Seriously. Leave a comment or send me an email, then I'll kick your ass in Burnout Paradise. Or Crackdown. Because I love Crackdown.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Going Native

I was watching American Gangster and it struck me that Russel Crowe's leading roles in big films have different nationalities. An American in American Gangster, A Beautiful Mind, and The Insider; Spanish (or Roman) in Gladiator; Canadian in Mystery, Alaska (ok, technically American), British in Master and Commander.

By and large American characters are played by American leading men (and the occassional Englishman with, when one is attempted at all, a horribly mangled accent). Brits are cast to play European roles almost exclusively (no doubt because the American twang is a bitch to fake unless you're Hugh Laurie, and the US movie-going public is already convinced all twentieth century German and Russian soldiers had been educated at the Royal Shakespearean Company (who, no doubt, learned their accents from the Romans in some giant lecture held just after the Colloseum was built) so why bother with anything other than your native accent?).

And remember, we're talking leading men here, not character actors, who can be counted on to fufill any role (and accent) required brilliantly. (Peter Sellers gets lumped in with these chaps - best "worst French accent" ever.)

Examples:
Gregory Peck - To Kill a Mockingbird, MacArthur, How the West Was Won, Guns of Navarone, etc.
Cary Grant - An Affair to Remember, The Bishop's Wife, The Philadelphia Story, His Girl Friday
George Clooney - Three Kings, Michael Clayton, Intolerable Cruelty, O Brother Where Art Thou?
Liam Neeson - Schindler's List (German), K-19 The Widowmaker (Russian), Les Miserable (French), Michael Collins (Irish), Rob Roy (Scottish), etc
Sean Connery - Hunt for Red October (Russian), and my personal favorite, Highlander (Spanish)(I'm not kidding).

The question is, who's the most travelled? Who's the xenophile? I can't come up with anyone to top Neeson, can you?

Seriously, though, Highlander - a movie set in, and named for, the Highlands of Scotland, a stone's throw from Connery's native Wales - the casting director, after landing arguably the most famous male lead on the planet, a native casts Sean Connery, of Wales, in a movie set in nearby Scotland, as a Spaniard. I'm not kidding. He plays Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez. This has got to be the worst casting decision in movie history. Ever.

Also of note, Liam Neeson's turn as an American from the South in Next of Kin. Not a leading role, (he plays second fiddle to late-80's dreamboat Patrick Swayze) Neeson is Briar Gates.


"Truman [Patrick Swayze], a Chicago cop, takes on the mob to find the killer of his brother. Meanwhile, another of his brothers, Briar [Neeson] (a hillbilly) decides to find the killer himself. "


A hillbilly! Best role ever, man. Best role ever.

The movie ends when Briar gets himself killed in a shootout and Swayze's entire hillbilly clan piles their shotguns, hunting dogs, broken bottles, ferrets, and bb guns into a couple of vans, drive pell-mell into the city, and basically kill every mobster they can lay their hands on. It's hilarious.


-t

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

More Weight!

Time for the Eightieth Academy Awards. Here are my predictions. Feel free to use them to win your annual Oscar Party Ballot and walk away with the pot.

Best Picture
  • Atonement
  • Juno
  • Michael Clayton
  • No Country for Old Men
  • There Will Be Blood
Juno was a surprise nominee, but I don't think it has the chops to win in any of the categories it's nominated in (Though it would certainly run away with Best Teen Flick, Funniest Serious Movie, Best Movie Depicting Ordinary People, Best Dialogue, and Best Line ("I'm a kraken from the sea," "I try really hard, actually," Thanks for having me and my irresponsible daughter over to your house." "Like I'd marry you, you'd be the meanest wife ever ok? And I know that you weren't bored that day. Because there was a lot of stuff on tv and The Blair Witch Project was coming on Stars and you were like, "I haven't seen this since it came out and so we should watch it," but oh no we should just make out instead la la la...")

I'd say it's a toss-up between There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men -- I'm picking NCFOM to take it.

Best Director
  • Paul Thomas Anderson - There Will Be Blood
  • Joel Coen and Ethan Coen - No Country for Old Men
  • Tony Gilroy - Michael Clayton
  • Jason Reitman - Juno
  • Julian Schnabel - The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
I'm picking the Coens in this category. This may be because NCFOM was brilliantly directed, or because I've recently seen The Big Lebowski. Coens will get another statue to join their Fargo Best Original Screenplay.

Best Actor
  • George Clooney - Michael Clayton
  • Daniel Day-Lewis - There Will Be Blood
  • Johnny Depp - Sweeney Todd
  • Tommy Lee Jones - In the Valley of Elah
  • Viggo Mortensen - Eastern Promises
Daniel Day-Lewis is the heavy favorite, and I'm picking with the field. I thought he got shafted for Gangs of New York and anyone who didn't vote for him then will certainly vote for him now, putting him over the top. A grizzled DDL will top pretty-boy George Clooney any day. Also, no one likes lawyers.

Best Actress
  • Cate Blanchett - Elizabeth: The Golden Age
  • Julie Christie - Away from Her
  • Marion Cotillard - La Vie en Rose (La môme)
  • Laura Linney - The Savages
  • Ellen Page - Juno
No idea on this one, I don't think Ellen Page put up an Oscar worthy performance, but I think overall it's a weak category, so there could be a surprise. This is the most even category out there. I'm going with the foreign language title - Marion Cotillard.

Best Supporting Actor
  • Casey Affleck - The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford
  • Javier Bardem - No Country for Old Men
  • Philip Seymour Hoffman - Charlie Wilson's War
  • Hal Holbrook - Into the Wild
  • Tom Wilkinson - Michael Clayton
Hey, Casey Affleck getting an Academy nod. Way to go, Boston. I like Javier Bardem for this award, but Michael Clayton seems to be a favorite among critics, so Wilkinson might pull it off, and don't underestimate some Capote carry-over for Hoffman, who has been tremendously outstanding his entire career, and might be making up for it the rest of the way. I'm still picking the Western.

Best Supporting Actress
  • Cate Blanchett - I'm Not There
  • Ruby Dee - American Gangster
  • Saoirse Ronan - Atonement
  • Amy Ryan - Gone Baby Gone
  • Tilda Swinton - Michael Clayton
I would have liked to see Allison Janney in this category (again, she wouldn't have won, but "verbally abusing an ultrasound tech for comedic affect" is on my shortlist of "reasons I'd nominate you for an oscar" so there you have it).

But I have seen I'm Not There and Cate Blanchett was absolutely amazing as rock 'n roll star Bob Dylan. She runs away with it.

Best Original Screenplay
  • Juno - Diablo Cody
  • Lars and the Real Girl - Nancy Oliver
  • Michael Clayton - Tony Gilroy
  • Ratatouille - Brad Bird
  • The Savages - Tamara Jenkins
Juno was good, but come on, a story about a guy falling in love with a life-size doll? Lars and the Real Girl wins. I'm also predicting a quirky acceptance speech.

Best Adapted Screenplay
  • Atonement - Christopher Hampton
  • Away from Her - Sarah Polley
  • The Diving Bell and the Butterfly - Ronald Harwood
  • No Country for Old Men - Joel and Ethan Coen
  • There Will Be Blood - Paul Thomas Anderson
NCFOM again. From what I understand it's a faithful reproduction of the book and a hell of a good movie. I wouldn't be surprised to see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly win here, but it's four-to-one. (so's There Will Be Blood, NCFOM is two-to-one, and the other to movies split the remaining odds (eight to one each))

(I could probably be a bookie -- I understand fractions. [edit] I understand fractions, but I may not really know how they apply to odds. Maybe I couldn't be a bookie. Or, maybe I could, but my odds would be fair and I'd never make any money)

Some closing thoughts:

Best Animated Movie is a stupid category. If your animated movie isn't good enough to get nominated for a real category (Disney's Beauty and the Beast 1991 Best Song, Best Original Score Winner, Best Picture nominee) you should just be happy for the millions of parents who'll be forking over $25 a pop for the DVD to shut up their whiny spoiled brats instead of plying the Academy with yacht rides and solid gold chocolate bars so they'd invent a category that can only support two thirds of a movie every year.

Disney might get another Original Song, since three-fifths of the nominees in that category are Enchanted.

And I'd handicap the technical categories for you too, because I'm normally right on the money with those, but it's thirty degrees in here, and my fingers are cold.

Oh, and just so you know, of the nominated movies discussed above, I've only seen Juno and I'm Not There. I liked them both. (I really liked Juno).

-t

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Party Time - Excellent!

how hilarious would it be if wayne and garth had a blog?

"Blog on Wayne"
"Blog on Garth"
"Excellent!"


Requesting submissions for other likely entries?


-t

(I was re-reading some of my old material (formerly funny) and came across the above comment post script which is too hilarious not to get its own post)

(And we def. would have invited them to MILONYE)

At Capacity (Blogging Drunk)

Reading: "Just thought you should know. It's cold in Boston, so I have my parent's apartment's basement fire on. That's a lie but I'm 4 beers in, so it could be coming soon. BTW I think 4 beers is my optimum blogging capacity."

Optimal Blogging Capacity should be right up there with Blood Alcohol Level as a standard measure of inebriation.

What's your OBC?

-t

Monday, January 14, 2008

Cyborgs, A Life-long Love Affair -or- Probably Where I Get It From

So, do you remember that show, it was a family, they had super powers? And an RV that turned into a couple of motorcycles and a little ATV?

They were cybernetic, or something, each of the kids had a unique power (strength, speed, etc), and the mom had psychic powers or something, and there was always a shot of the teens chilling in the family room, and it was a mess, and then the Dad would shake a finger at them for being slobs, and then in a whirlwind the place would be spic and span!

Well, ladies and gentlemen, the Internet is a wonderful tool.

It's called The Bionic Six




They were cyborgs (tragically injured when a ski vacation went horribly, horribly wrong, revived, fixed, improved by a benevolent scientist). The fight a small army of bionic villains led (predictably) by the benevolent scientist's evil brother, "Scarab."

Don't miss the African-American kid (super strength and super intelligence) codename "IQ," and the Asian-American (bionic karate-master), codename "Karate-1."

They've even got a fan revival page (here).


Is it any wonder I'm preoccupied with bionics and world domination? Silver Hawks, C.O.P.S. - the list goes on, plus Pinky and the Brain.










Remember, commenters will be reserved a special place in my new world order.

-t

Monday, January 07, 2008

"By the way...job!"

Stick with me on this one, there's a morale.

After the Christmas holiday the stock market takes some time off, shuts down, slows trading.

Unfortunately, I don't get the same time off, but at least there are a couple of slow days that give a leg up on recuperating from the holiday hangover, and, of course, fixing any outstanding issues on the funds.

For you non-finance types: This isn't new. The holiday slow-down is an expected part winter. If you work in finance, the days after Christmas are as good as vacation days; you take it easy, fix some things, take your time.

Which brings me to the email we received from my block-hammer-head manager Dec. 26th:



Subject: Trade activities

Hi All,

Hope every one had a happy holiday. Looks like a very light day today. Let's use this time to clear custody, position and pricing breaks. Please book all your trades then work on breaks.

Thanks,



It's a slow day? Book trades, work on breaks? No kidding. Why not just send an email that says "Hey, friendly reminder, please do those things that you're supposed to do every day." or "Hey, by the way, you should keep doing those things you do, and that we pay you to do, normally."

Or, send these emails the two following days:



Subject: Trade activities

Hi All,

Today is another slow day for us. Please have all your trades booked as early as possible so we can work on breaks. We have a lot of cleaning up to do. If you don't know what needs to be done, please let me or Scott know.

Thanks,


Subject: Re: Trade activities

Hi All,

Today looks to be another slow day for us ( with we can really us to clean up our breaks and other outstanding items ). Let get all of our trades booked in the next hour. Currently a total of 60 trades has been booked. Again, please let me or Scott know if you are not sure on what to work on.

Thanks,




I tend to get a little upset at this type of email. We, the employed, should not need reminders to do what we're being employed to do; and if we do need reminders, or prompting, then clearly management is doing a poor job training/motivating/instructing and should, at the very least, identify specific problem elements (procedures, people, outside distractions (hello, internet)) and take directed action to fix the problem.

But, in the guise of a friendly email, which could probably be reduced to

"Job!"

this motivational tactic certainly doesn't spur me to increased productivity, but does, in fact, the opposite, promptin zero productivity while I stew and post to my blog.

Hilarious, right? Getting an email from your boss that says job, exclamation point. A real side-splitter.

Though, after a week away, it might be nice to get an email from a guy on another team like this:



Subject:Hurry up and come back!!!!!

You can never go on vacation again! God, that was the absolute most painful week of my life!

-Chris




I guess it's nice to be appreciated.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Eight!

Mafia with twenty-three people is awesome. Drawing the joker in a round of Mafia with twenty-three people is awesome. Being paired up with Justin and Justin for the first round of Mafia with twenty-three people is awesome.

Because the Mafia totally won.

Which is a nice little allegory for the MILONYE festivities. My team basically won at everything.

Like when I shot the moon in hearts with a score of 96 and then broke 100 the next hand.

Like when I won the first game of Connect Four against Dan and then none for the rest of the weekend.

Like when Jackie and I got smoked at spades by a (cheating) John and Samantha.

Like when no one at the bar had to pay for liquor. (Seventeen shots for six bucks, total. Three pitchers for sixteen bucks, total.)

And Donny got way drunk. It was great.

I'm having some trouble getting pictures uploaded to flickr for no understandable reason. But some are online.