stuff about stuff
* The network is down at House of Employ. I'm tempted to run a fic solicit to pass the time; according to the tag, I haven't run one in two months, which seems like it might have been the last time I wrote anything at all. So if you've been threatening to make suggestions holding ideas, maybe be ready to dig 'em out.
* roga has left NYC, as has the Air Force, and so the temperature has returned to seasonal, the sun has come out, the trains are now running, and there are no more carnivorous creatures with sharp teeth emerging from the sewers. Totally coincidentally, of course.
* I am waiting, impatiently, for Hulu to cough up the summer finale to Burn Notice. There's an eight day wait for episodes, so it'll be the weekend before it's available. Grrrr.
As an aside, does answering any of Hulu's questions about ad relevancy do anything?
* Netflix's new radio spots are now all about the streaming, "plus you can also get dvds in the mail!" Funny how the progression has gone; there used to be precious little up for streaming and customers were limited to X hours monthly (with X = your monthly bill). Now, the actual mailers are an afterthought.
* I'm beginning to suspect Netflix of having slash goggles. I've recently returned Waltz With Bashir and have Beaufort on my queue and, therefore, they think what I really want to see is Yossi & Jagger. Because they can somehow wrangle a gay romance out of what they insist are my other preferences of "violent crime revenge stories," "military dramas," foreign films, and whatever their term for non-anime/manga cartoons is. Maybe they're borrowing Pandora's algorithm.
* My baseball team has made another of their herculean efforts to reach mediocrity, finally beating Houston and achieving .500 once again. The starting rotation has a putative ace (Santana), an aspirant to the role (Pelfrey), a kid finding his way (Niese), and the anyone's-better-than-Perez warm body (Misch), but who'd have thunk that the starter most likely to give the team confidence that they're going to come away with a win is a bookish, introspective, 35-year-old journeyman knuckleballer? RA Dickey took care of it all yesterday, going 2-3 with 2 RBIs and confusing the 'Stros with his repertoire. And with that, they got exiled from Flushing, getting sent on a two-week road trip because there's some tennis thing going on across the street.
* Roger Clemens is about to find out that while there is no law against stupidity in and of itself, the application of stupidity does not come without penalty. Like the rest of the sports world, I wait in gleeful schadenfreude. And I hope every media outlet runs pictures of him as a Yankee.
* Spies of the Balkans is... boring. Literally nothing happens for the first two hundred pages, then there's the obligatory reference to the bullet hole in a certain Paris restaurant's wall, then a little something happens, then there's the usual Furst ambivalent ending. It was like Dark Voyage, except even slower and with more untitillating sex.
* Green Lantern: First Flight: meh? With a side order of meh. Despite the pure awesomeness of Victor Garber as Sinestro. Why did Abin Sur look like Hellboy? They used Ch'p and Arisia and not Katma Tui? And wow, did that compress a lot of material in a not very satisfactory way.
* roga has left NYC, as has the Air Force, and so the temperature has returned to seasonal, the sun has come out, the trains are now running, and there are no more carnivorous creatures with sharp teeth emerging from the sewers. Totally coincidentally, of course.
* I am waiting, impatiently, for Hulu to cough up the summer finale to Burn Notice. There's an eight day wait for episodes, so it'll be the weekend before it's available. Grrrr.
As an aside, does answering any of Hulu's questions about ad relevancy do anything?
* Netflix's new radio spots are now all about the streaming, "plus you can also get dvds in the mail!" Funny how the progression has gone; there used to be precious little up for streaming and customers were limited to X hours monthly (with X = your monthly bill). Now, the actual mailers are an afterthought.
* I'm beginning to suspect Netflix of having slash goggles. I've recently returned Waltz With Bashir and have Beaufort on my queue and, therefore, they think what I really want to see is Yossi & Jagger. Because they can somehow wrangle a gay romance out of what they insist are my other preferences of "violent crime revenge stories," "military dramas," foreign films, and whatever their term for non-anime/manga cartoons is. Maybe they're borrowing Pandora's algorithm.
* My baseball team has made another of their herculean efforts to reach mediocrity, finally beating Houston and achieving .500 once again. The starting rotation has a putative ace (Santana), an aspirant to the role (Pelfrey), a kid finding his way (Niese), and the anyone's-better-than-Perez warm body (Misch), but who'd have thunk that the starter most likely to give the team confidence that they're going to come away with a win is a bookish, introspective, 35-year-old journeyman knuckleballer? RA Dickey took care of it all yesterday, going 2-3 with 2 RBIs and confusing the 'Stros with his repertoire. And with that, they got exiled from Flushing, getting sent on a two-week road trip because there's some tennis thing going on across the street.
* Roger Clemens is about to find out that while there is no law against stupidity in and of itself, the application of stupidity does not come without penalty. Like the rest of the sports world, I wait in gleeful schadenfreude. And I hope every media outlet runs pictures of him as a Yankee.
* Spies of the Balkans is... boring. Literally nothing happens for the first two hundred pages, then there's the obligatory reference to the bullet hole in a certain Paris restaurant's wall, then a little something happens, then there's the usual Furst ambivalent ending. It was like Dark Voyage, except even slower and with more untitillating sex.
* Green Lantern: First Flight: meh? With a side order of meh. Despite the pure awesomeness of Victor Garber as Sinestro. Why did Abin Sur look like Hellboy? They used Ch'p and Arisia and not Katma Tui? And wow, did that compress a lot of material in a not very satisfactory way.