Oct 282005
 

I’ve finally taken a long enough break from reading my current book to update, add pictures, and carve a pumpkin.

So, here are the requested “snaotheus messing himself up while futilely attempting to cook dinner” pics for GirlAndi, as well as our evening project, and even more pics. You might as well look through the index of all the pics I put up today.

Obviously we spent a lot of time making the pumpkin resemble Trogdor the Burninator. It was only $11 for the whole project. $10 for the pumpkin, $1 for four little votive candles. We just now realized that we forgot the spinedies on Trogdor’s back (after watching the SBEMAIL again), so we might have to modify it later.

Kittilix (Mrs. Morphic Phoenix, for those of you keeping track) just had surgery, and apparently had three little bits removed from her back. And I can’t help wondering, what kind of soup could you make with those bits? Perhaps I’m just hungry, but who knows. Hopefully she’ll recover quickly and completely. If not, perhaps we can turn her into the bionic woman, and give her super powers, like the ability to cook spaghetti without getting all over two thirds of the kitchen.

Ma’s birthday’s coming up. My brothers and KrisDi and I ganged together to take a dent out of the camera she wanted. That should please her.

I guess that’s it for today. I’m sure there was more, but I don’t remember any of it right now.

Oct 232005
 

I’m finally back. That trip sucked. Berthing is always crappy underway, especially when you’re not high enough rank to get a stateroom. I was in the same berthing as 149 other people. The guy bunking below me snored loudly enough that I could feel my rack shaking. And I was underway only three full days (four nights). Oleo’ll have to stay out for like 10 days or something starting next week. Over his birthday, which really sucks. The sailors weren’t particularly well educated either, as you can see from one of the pictures I took.

My flight back was particularly bad. There was a baby seated in the row to my left, and a baby seated directly in front of that baby. After they closed the door to the plane, the stewardesses decided they needed another baby closer to me, and offered two parents and their baby the row directly behind me. After we took off, I found out that there was yet another one a few rows behind me, out of sight. To make matters even better, there were only two people in my set of three seats. I was in the aisle seat, and some mushroom-shaped old lady was in the middle seat, and no one was in the window seat. The mushroom lady apparently thought I was cute enough that she decided to wait for half the flight to move into the window seat, crowding right up next to me while the children took turns screaming. Once she finally decided to move, the children took up a chorus screaming “We want snaotheus to feed us to dingos!” If there had been any dingos on the flight, I might have done just that. Ugh.

When I got back to the house, finally, KrisDi had made me some wonderful Knoephla Soup and a loaf of bread. I was quite happy. Then we watched the White Sox win the first game of their first World Series since 1959. Now I’m watching them play their second game, but they’re losing (even though they have the bases loaded right now). I notice a distinct lack of Red Sox in the world series, Morphic Phoenix.

Right before the game, KrisDi and I decided to play a drinking game. Watch the Big Lebowski, and drink every time someone says “dude”. Konerko just got a grand slam home run to take the lead by two! Awesome! Tonight we’re having wings for dinner.

Oct 232005
 

I had a lot of spare time on my last trip, so I watched the following movies and read the following books (and wrote reviews on them)

The Inferno, by Dante Alighieri (translation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
I wouldn’t recommend it to people who don’t know Italian history, because I think a lot of the appeal of this thing is recognizing all the people suffering in hell. There were a number of things I liked about it, but overall I found it pretty damn boring, unsurprisingly, since I don’t know a damn thing about Italian history and I didn’t even recognize the names of most of the “notables” burning for their sins.

It was the burning for the sins that I came for, and the burning for the sins that I stayed for. I mostly just wanted to read poetic descriptions of suffering. They were pretty graphic. Turns out I also liked the odd sentence structures and obscure verbiage. I must admit, though, I found it difficult to finish the book. I’ve never read anything that put me to sleep so quickly, and I’m including math and physics textbooks. I was pretty amazed.

I don’t think I’ll be reading the rest of the Divine Comedy until my education miraculously improves (preferably Matrix-style downloadable knowledge upgrades).

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M

Apparently a classic German movie (of the non-scheisza variety) from 1931. In some ways I can see how it might have inspired The Usual Suspects, but M’s nowhere near as good. I think there was supposed to be a morale to the story, although it’s difficult to tell whether it’s “don’t judge others unless you’re free of sin” or “killing people is bad” or “German children like candy” or “the German criminal undeground is unionized, highly organized, and remarkably efficient, and the police force is not.” I can probably think of a few others. On the boob scale, it rates a zero, because although there were whores, I didn’t even see any cleavage. Also, no explosions, although there were unruly mobs.

Reading the following paragraph will probably spoil the plot for you, but since I don’t expect anybody will actually rent it, here goes:
The story starts off pretty cookie-cutter; mysterious serial murders of young girls, murderer writes a letter to the presses for publicity, manhunt and panic ensue. Here’s the twist: The unionized, highly organized criminal underground is so upset by the upsurge in police activity (cutting down on their work and reducing their funding, requiring them to start taking money from their “pensions for the wives of jailed union members” fund) that they decide to go after him themselves. And they go whole-hog, too. The Beggars’ Union tracks him into a building and they observe that he doesn’t come out, so the thieves and other disreputables break into it that night, neutralizing the guards and systematically break into every room in the building looking for him. When they finally catch him (moments before the cops arrive), they take him to some abandoned building to give him a trial. The cops arrive before the trial can be completed, and regular justice (as opposed to criminal underworld justice) is dispensed.

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La Femme Nikita was pretty good. This one was French. Apparently I’ve been into foreign films lately. I guess that’s just how it goes when I start adding things to my Netflix queue. I end up with a bunch of things from a genre in a row, with Bubba Ho-tep thrown in the mix. Anyway, the plot was basically a teenage druggie punk gets caught and prosecuted for murder. The government stages her death so they can turn her into an assassin, something at which she’s apparently particularly talented. After a few fucked up scenes, she decides she doesn’t want to do this job any more, and leaves everything (including her newfound beloved fiancee) behind to continue her life elsewhere (presumably with markedly less violence).

Oct 152005
 

Sound familiar, my Brethren of the Swine? Ignorant overreactions to harmlessness? Never in this country. *sigh* Oh well. That’s what happens, I guess.

I’m in the hotel now, wasting time. I’m watching the Astros/Cardinals game, impressed at the fact that Roger Clemens is still a dominant pitcher. The man’s ancient by professional athlete standards! I guess Nolan Ryan was, too. The White Sox won last night, which delights KrisDi and now me, since I think I’m a fan now. I stayed up late to watch the whole game.

In my boredom, I photographed a sponge I found in my luggage. I picked it up in a hotel in Japan. Check out how much it grew when I took it out of the package! Ridiculous amusement. But I had nothing better to do. I also found myself working just to do something. That’s when I started watching Bubba Ho-tep.

I don’t remember what else I was going to say, so I’ll go back to doing whatever it was I was doing before. Hmm. Wish me luck.