A rare non-trip related entry...
(Yes, I'm getting bored with them, too. But I want something to remember the trip by when I'm old and gray. Which, from the looks of the photos taken of me in New Orleans, will be sometime next Wednesday. Lord, I look like shit.)
Anyhoo, as I've said many times before, my two-word review of the first (awful, but not Armageddon-awful) Transformers movie: "Surprisingly racist."
Well, guess what I just found concerning number 2...
http://chud.com/articles/articles/19917/1/TRANSFORMERS039-LITTLE-BLACK-SAMBOTS/Page1.html
Neat. I especially like the buck-passing. Now I almost kinda' want to see it.
Oh, and I lied. Travel updated!
I found the above while loafing in the Atlanta airport, leaching free WiFi from some sort of frequent flier club or something located somewhere close by (I swear I didn't *set out* to do this, but boyo did I get lucky where I happened to sit down, especially considering Atlanta International otherwise wants to sell me WiFi for 8 bucks). I'm here for the next couple of hours, waiting for my flights to the twin Charlottes (terminating in -ville).
I'd write more about Tuscaloosa and New Orleans, but I'm still exhausted from the last four or so days--that's why I said the Hell with it and am sitting in the airport and am not sampling the wonders of The World of Coke right now. My level of fatigue was not helped by staying up with Mark until 2 a.m. or so last night watching the Serenity Blu-Ray on his monstrously good home theater set-up.
This was actually the first time I'd seen the movie. Until last night, it was unclear why I was putting off watching it. Now I know; I was subconsciously waiting to watch it on a monstrously good home theater set-up. Very cool, fun flick (which is what I expected), although the silliness of Miranda The Lost Planet ate up a little bit of the flick's banked goodwill, but it had plenty to spare, so it wasn't really a problem. I actually respect that Whedon wanted to build a non-FTL civilization for his show, but that really plays *completely* against the conventions of the swashbuckling, space opera he wants to set there, with gobs of habitable planets, and the result may be the doofiest star system in mass-media SF history (although what Star Trek XI: Star Trek recently implied about Vulcan's system sure as hell puts it in the running for that prize).
I'd talk about New Orleans, but Steve did it first and, God knows, more concisely than I would have, so just go read that, instead. I hope to orbit back to my time in The Big Easy at length soon, as I'm hoping Charlottesville will be kind of mellow and give me some time to bang something out before NYC, which will end this thing with another flurry of activity and too-little sleep.
Ooo. A head splitting buzzer near the gate I am camped out is now telling me that the world is ending or something vital to the orderly function of the universe is badly broken. That's really annoying. Interestingly enough, nobody around seems to even care.
Yep. The charm of air travel for me is now the subject of wan nostalgia.
Time for lunch!
See you in Charlottesville! (If I ever get out of Charlotte, of course...)
Anyhoo, as I've said many times before, my two-word review of the first (awful, but not Armageddon-awful) Transformers movie: "Surprisingly racist."
Well, guess what I just found concerning number 2...
http://chud.com/articles/articles/19917/1/TRANSFORMERS039-LITTLE-BLACK-SAMBOTS/Page1.html
Neat. I especially like the buck-passing. Now I almost kinda' want to see it.
Oh, and I lied. Travel updated!
I found the above while loafing in the Atlanta airport, leaching free WiFi from some sort of frequent flier club or something located somewhere close by (I swear I didn't *set out* to do this, but boyo did I get lucky where I happened to sit down, especially considering Atlanta International otherwise wants to sell me WiFi for 8 bucks). I'm here for the next couple of hours, waiting for my flights to the twin Charlottes (terminating in -ville).
I'd write more about Tuscaloosa and New Orleans, but I'm still exhausted from the last four or so days--that's why I said the Hell with it and am sitting in the airport and am not sampling the wonders of The World of Coke right now. My level of fatigue was not helped by staying up with Mark until 2 a.m. or so last night watching the Serenity Blu-Ray on his monstrously good home theater set-up.
This was actually the first time I'd seen the movie. Until last night, it was unclear why I was putting off watching it. Now I know; I was subconsciously waiting to watch it on a monstrously good home theater set-up. Very cool, fun flick (which is what I expected), although the silliness of Miranda The Lost Planet ate up a little bit of the flick's banked goodwill, but it had plenty to spare, so it wasn't really a problem. I actually respect that Whedon wanted to build a non-FTL civilization for his show, but that really plays *completely* against the conventions of the swashbuckling, space opera he wants to set there, with gobs of habitable planets, and the result may be the doofiest star system in mass-media SF history (although what Star Trek XI: Star Trek recently implied about Vulcan's system sure as hell puts it in the running for that prize).
I'd talk about New Orleans, but Steve did it first and, God knows, more concisely than I would have, so just go read that, instead. I hope to orbit back to my time in The Big Easy at length soon, as I'm hoping Charlottesville will be kind of mellow and give me some time to bang something out before NYC, which will end this thing with another flurry of activity and too-little sleep.
Ooo. A head splitting buzzer near the gate I am camped out is now telling me that the world is ending or something vital to the orderly function of the universe is badly broken. That's really annoying. Interestingly enough, nobody around seems to even care.
Yep. The charm of air travel for me is now the subject of wan nostalgia.
Time for lunch!
See you in Charlottesville! (If I ever get out of Charlotte, of course...)