I dreamnt of a new Presidential race, between John McCain and someone named "Kitth Ped" (Pronounced "Kit"). He was a rising star of a politician, a true polymath, an utter genius. Also, he was twelve years old and British, explaining the funny spelling.
He was also unquestioningly evil. He had a penchant for poisoning his enemies. Though no one could ever prove such a thing, it was common knowledge amongst at least whatever crowd I was a part of in this scenario.
His downfall came when he "killed" a chav dummy. By dummy I mean mannequin, and by killed I mean "partially decapitated with a clean sectioning off on the top of the cranium to expose and bisect the upper brain." By chav, I mean an under-aged English slut partial to the following mode of dress:
Only less intelligent. That girl has an intelligence in her eyes commiserate with someone who has succeeded in earning a living through porn and manages her assets well. Bring her down to "I'm 16 and maybe if I'm slutty enough someone will give me money," and you'll have an idea of the internet-culture exhibitionist trollips this kid was intent to murder for sport.
And we caught him on camera. Not enough to put him in jail, but enough to ruin his reputation beyond any amount of spin-control. He was done.
Yet what bothered me was that in his attempts to turn the campaign towards inane and ineffectual issues, this Master Ped orchestrated mass debates and social politics out of one's stance on minutiae of the Star Wars Expanded Universe. Every candidate was cosplaying and fighting over artistic intent and backstory, and retconning '80s and '90s secondary materials with the prequel trilogy.
And god dammit, McCain gave a huge speech and I loved every minute of the race, except all the hatred I was expected to spew whenever a ballot name misinterpreted a history or couldn't pronounce a name quite right. I'm a nerd, yeah, but my love for Star Wars isn't dependent on everybody else not getting it like I do.
More importantly, it seems like it's neither dependent on waking reality or the ability to process real life in a meaningful or sensical way. This natural state of my brain is again the reason I feel no need to partake of drugs.
Kitth Ped - Brit rising child politician poisons dresses as dr. Kills chav dummy
Star Wars minutiae in race. Everyone codplsys, fights over "issues."
McCain speech. Secretly love but also hate all the screw ups.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
LEGO Still Has a Sense of Humor
Star Wars LEGOs have always been one of my favorite childish adaptations of an epic franchise. They always maintain an adorable humor about their place in the grand scheme of the Saga, but they never forget that serious poodoo is going on around them. Yeah, there's a G.I. Joe level of Stormtroopers miraculously surviving certain death, but droids bite it all the time and lasers still scare people. LEGO men and women still fear death.
Which makes this new medium-difficulty set all the moreadorable horrifying adorifying.
The A-Wing fighter was first utilized cinematically in the Battle of Endor, during Return of the Jedi. The fastest ship in the rebel squadrons, it was frankly too quick to be easily shot down. This was important, since the small craft were very poorly shielded. This particular A-Wing, however, was piloted by Green Squadron commander Arvel Crynyd, who managed to recover enough control over his catastrophically damaged craft to plunge it directly into the bridge of Darth Vader's personal Super Star Destroyer Executor. This could have ended very badly for no one but Arvel, had Executor just lost its bridge shields to Green Squadron's lasers.
Arvel's quick thinking got him the New Republic's highest honors posthumously, as well as a new award named in his own honor. They also ironically renamed a captured Imperial-class Star Destroyer after him. It also got him a little LEGO man who looks like this:
All the other promotional images I've found offer more of a stern, lopsided grimace of concentration, but I refuse to believe this little guy on the box is thinking about anything other than how he's doing his duty but is still really uncomfortable with this notion of "dying in a giant fireball."
Which makes this new medium-difficulty set all the more
The A-Wing fighter was first utilized cinematically in the Battle of Endor, during Return of the Jedi. The fastest ship in the rebel squadrons, it was frankly too quick to be easily shot down. This was important, since the small craft were very poorly shielded. This particular A-Wing, however, was piloted by Green Squadron commander Arvel Crynyd, who managed to recover enough control over his catastrophically damaged craft to plunge it directly into the bridge of Darth Vader's personal Super Star Destroyer Executor. This could have ended very badly for no one but Arvel, had Executor just lost its bridge shields to Green Squadron's lasers.
Arvel's quick thinking got him the New Republic's highest honors posthumously, as well as a new award named in his own honor. They also ironically renamed a captured Imperial-class Star Destroyer after him. It also got him a little LEGO man who looks like this:
All the other promotional images I've found offer more of a stern, lopsided grimace of concentration, but I refuse to believe this little guy on the box is thinking about anything other than how he's doing his duty but is still really uncomfortable with this notion of "dying in a giant fireball."
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
When I'm An Adult
Let's just assume this whole post is accompanied by a soundtrack
so Jewish it pleases my Yiddish grandmother.
so Jewish it pleases my Yiddish grandmother.
Yesterday was "Homemade Tomato Sauce Day," and–like all things I hype on Facebook, failed so spectacularly that I am aghast at the sheer lack of quality of it all.
I really thought I couldn't ruin this too terribly.
1) Place ten skinned, crushed roma tomatoes in a crockpot with 1/4 cup olive oil, half a small diced onion, a couple garlic cloves, a pinch of cinnamon, and 1 tsp. each basil, oregano, salt, pepper, and Cheyenne.
2) Cook on low 1-15 hours.
That's it. No fuss.
No. Fuss. After 3 hours I could tell something was wrong since the spices were burning. I mixed them in, but to no avail. Over the course of the day I encountered only an increasingly brown and blackened paste that smelled strongly of over-spiced bruschetta. After eight hours I just gave up. My best guess is the slow cooker was too big, meaning instead of stewing the tomatoes just kind of heaped in a corner while the liquid boiled off and the spices turned to charcoal in the recesses of the pot. The taste I had burned with spice violently. It looked more like undercooked meat than overcooked fruits.
All things ruined, I gave up on life and window-shopped for expensive nerd toys I can't own, which led to a solid quarter-life crisis.
Things I Will Buy When I Am An Adult:
- A custom Force FX lightsaber
- Movie-accurate fitted Jedi costume with belt and boots
- A new new car. I get to drive it off the lot and everything.
- A bed with a headboard
- More book shelves
- A spice rack I can't tear off the wall and heave across the kitchen in despair
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
Star Wars Spin-Offs I Could Live With
One of the ideas being kicked around for the reinvigorated Star Wars film franchise from Disney has been the idea of spin-off movies featuring big-name characters, the original rumor naming Yoda as a left-field frontrunner, but when that had to be a prequel for obvious reasons (is "death" a spoiler if the movie came out in 1983 and a solid 20%1 of the living human population has seen Return of the Jedi?) immediately other prequel ideas came out of the wood works.
Boba Fett was a chief contender, although I'll admit he had a way cooler backstory before Lucas got involved with it. Other possibilities would be young Luke/Leia/Han/Lando/etc. kind of films. Now, these would most likely come with all the same problems as making Boba Fett a small, whiny Kiwi kid, but they'd certainly have more recognition than a Knights of the Old Republic film or TV series employing original or lesser-known characters.
Only two of those have solid adventures and source material, though.
Yes, I am advocating for a Young Han Solo/Young Lando Calrissian film series.
Lando has a trilogy of short novels taking place just a few years prior to A New Hope, followed by a trilogy of Solo. Hand eve has two novels set even earlier. The time gap is enough to recast the rolls with decent-looking, competent actors and make it work within regular continuity. Through in a svelter, leaner Chewbacca and you're all set. Han Solo and the Paradise Snare. Lando Calrissian and the Mindharp of the Sharu. Hell, the trilogies were written as trilogies, with full story arches and self-contained villains and friends. Best of all, they could coincide as a couple Han movies introduce Lando, then Lando's wrap up with the beginnings of the Sabacc tournament on Cloud City where Lando loses the Falcon to Han.
Come on, Disney, give me a paycheck, already. I just gave you 7-8 movies complete with post-credits scenes.
So the question is, who could possibly 'replace' Harrison Ford and Billy D. Williams?2
To the latter, I give the answer which, when it occurred to me precipitated this entire tirade:
Donald Glover.
Looks like BuzzFeed had the idea already, when Donny topped their list of 12 actors best suited for the role. Taking into consideration that he's the only one who is age appropriate and looks anything like Billy D., he's the only choice for me. Don Lando in 2015. (Hashtag #DonLando please.)
For Han, I'm going to go out on a limb and name an actor who's youthful-looking enough to play Han from the ages of about 18/19 up to the 29 of A New Hope as he continues to age through about 6 years of film making. He's got a jawline, the cockeyed smirk, the build, and–this is both a point for and against him–he's got a pre-existing relationship with the Disney Corporation. He's since done adult roles, and reportedly says "nigger" in his upcoming The Paperboy.
Coached well, Zac Efron would make a solid Han Solo.3
1 Utterly made up statistic.
2 If you say "Shia LaBeouf" I will murder you with a flying saucer.
3 Efron does not get a Photoshopped picture. I'm not that committed to this idea.
Boba Fett was a chief contender, although I'll admit he had a way cooler backstory before Lucas got involved with it. Other possibilities would be young Luke/Leia/Han/Lando/etc. kind of films. Now, these would most likely come with all the same problems as making Boba Fett a small, whiny Kiwi kid, but they'd certainly have more recognition than a Knights of the Old Republic film or TV series employing original or lesser-known characters.
Only two of those have solid adventures and source material, though.
Yes, I am advocating for a Young Han Solo/Young Lando Calrissian film series.
Lando has a trilogy of short novels taking place just a few years prior to A New Hope, followed by a trilogy of Solo. Hand eve has two novels set even earlier. The time gap is enough to recast the rolls with decent-looking, competent actors and make it work within regular continuity. Through in a svelter, leaner Chewbacca and you're all set. Han Solo and the Paradise Snare. Lando Calrissian and the Mindharp of the Sharu. Hell, the trilogies were written as trilogies, with full story arches and self-contained villains and friends. Best of all, they could coincide as a couple Han movies introduce Lando, then Lando's wrap up with the beginnings of the Sabacc tournament on Cloud City where Lando loses the Falcon to Han.
Come on, Disney, give me a paycheck, already. I just gave you 7-8 movies complete with post-credits scenes.
So the question is, who could possibly 'replace' Harrison Ford and Billy D. Williams?2
To the latter, I give the answer which, when it occurred to me precipitated this entire tirade:
Donald Glover.
Looks like BuzzFeed had the idea already, when Donny topped their list of 12 actors best suited for the role. Taking into consideration that he's the only one who is age appropriate and looks anything like Billy D., he's the only choice for me. Don Lando in 2015. (Hashtag #DonLando please.)
For Han, I'm going to go out on a limb and name an actor who's youthful-looking enough to play Han from the ages of about 18/19 up to the 29 of A New Hope as he continues to age through about 6 years of film making. He's got a jawline, the cockeyed smirk, the build, and–this is both a point for and against him–he's got a pre-existing relationship with the Disney Corporation. He's since done adult roles, and reportedly says "nigger" in his upcoming The Paperboy.
Coached well, Zac Efron would make a solid Han Solo.3
1 Utterly made up statistic.
2 If you say "Shia LaBeouf" I will murder you with a flying saucer.
3 Efron does not get a Photoshopped picture. I'm not that committed to this idea.
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Monday, February 11, 2013
On Puzzles
I've wanted to break out my old 500 piece holographic Star Wars theatrical poster puzzles for a few months now, but I just never got around to it.
I tend to collect puzzles. Fidgets. Brain teasers. Anything that can occupy my brain for a few minutes to either distract myself from one problem to let my subconscious work on it, or distract myself AND MAKE THE VOICES STOP.
Alright, I embellish. Mostly, it's just own voice, telling me I'm awful and ruin everything. However it is much easier to shut that voice up when you have to assemble a 1500 piece jigsaw of a Faerie wedding my roommate's friend rolled out after starting it two years ago.
Looking at my bookshelf now, I can see two 3D puzzle cubes, a secret-compartment cube, a collection of Klix chains, nanodots, a Rubik's Cube, some wooden box made of I think 18 logs, a teal pyramid thing, a Rubik's Cube with all the colors reduced to black, a numerical slider game, and a couple puzzle balls. Then juggling bean bags, dice, and an unnecessary number of credentials. Really, anything to
I basically sat down with a Sam Adams and worked on this giant monstrosity through all of "I Love you, Man" of cable and an episode of Daniel Tosh after that. Really, if I didn't need to have a human sleep schedule I'd probably sit at that thing for a few hours more. Hopefully, when they go to roll up the current progress, my roommate is aghast at how much I did in only a couple hours.
In an impressed way, not in a "We should really get him some help," sort of way.
Monday, January 21, 2013
The 10-12% | Jedi, Economics, and the Hyperelite
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Star Wars is one of those things nerds could–and do–argue about for hours. I'd be chief among them. You want to have one? Please do. I relish the opportunity, because instead of emotionally maturing as a child, I learned about Star Wars.
Part of the problem is that Star Wars became too big to be coherent decades ago. The expanded universe was fun, but with the release of prequels and now the promise of non-George-helmed sequels, there's new canonical information that has to be wedged into old B-grade canon, much of which was frankly better and more sensical than the new information.
Certain things get dropped by the wayside, however, and always have. Example: beings tend to need to buy things with money.
Star Trek has always maintained that its Federation is a post-scarcity society. Cheap energy is made freely available all as a common good, and combined with replicator technology, functionally all necessities and luxury items can be created by anyone with enough time and effort. Careers exist more for the betterment of citizens and at their own discretion than on any real need for goods. Functionally, it is a socialist paradise. Only backward, tangential worlds and the Ferengi maintain capitalist ideals.
Star Wars takes place in a galactic-scale capitalist culture. Banks have their own clans, Trade Federations start civil wars or tarif rates and embargo disputes. The capital of all known systems caters to the support of an upper-echelon elite, high above the lower strata of Coruscant. In the Outer Rim, slavery is a common and accepted practice, especially on worlds controlled by the Hutts, an entire species primarily devoted to being crime lords.
Perhaps this has something to do with the level of technology achieved in each universe. Star Trek has faster-than-light travel, dematerializing transporters, and the ability to replicate anything from basic elemental building blocks, themselves saved as pure energy as if via transporter. Star Wars, meanwhile achieves FTL transport, but transporters are relatively unknown and widely considered impossible, although short-range models have been demonstrated effective. Largely, however, means of production and distribution of goods remain in line with what we possess currently. Goods are produced either by hand or machine (sometimes both!) and curried from A to B by ship to be sold in stores for currency. Want a nice nerf steak and a cup of caf for a meal? Go to the ship's galley and heat up a couple. Principles of technology may be more advanced, but the long-and-short of it is Aunt Beru had to go to market to buy her blue milk that came from a dairy farmer.
Herein lies a problem for the narrative. In Star Wars we rarely get to see what the average being is doing in the galaxy. Dictation and data pads are mentioned somewhat frequently, credits as a form of currency as well, and "(re)freshers" exist so that gentlefolks can scrawl out an invoice or missive, buy a BlasTech DL-44 pistol, or take a sanisteam after a long hyperspace jaunt.
Except that's boring, and as an audience, we tend to follow the action. If protagonists ever involve themselves in a financial transaction, it's either illicit, or cover while surveilling. Consider primary characters:
- Jedi
- The Republic/Rebel Alliance/New Republic/Galactic Alliance/Galactic Federation of Free Planets and associated militias
- The Empire
- Smugglers
At the top of society, the Skywalker-Solo clan own multiple apartments, furnished many times over with expensive accoutrements and the highest, often illegal security measures. They are heroes upon heroes. Leia was Galactic President, for god's sake. Twice. The sheer volumes of riches lavished upon them necessitated teams of specialized accountants just to manage. The result is that none of these characters ever need to worry about money for the rest of their lives, and being appropriately paranoid for the eight most important beings in the galaxy, they have access to secret assets.
There is never any mention of these elites ever receiving spam mail.
Even the Jedi are above the need for funding. Between all the money funneled into the organization through Luke and his friends, government subsidies and "gifts" of tactical armaments during times of crisis, the Jedi are perhaps the most well-trained, well-funded, well-organized private army in existence, and yes I'm including the revived Mandalorian warriors. They maintain leagues of accountants whose sole purpose is to ensure that their investments allow them to function completely autonomously from any governmental oversight.They go to the laundry and are handed a new robe from the Coruscanti employed by the Jedi Temple. They travel to Ilum to pick their own crystals to construct their own lightsabers. If the cost of antimater and fusable material were not so expensive, one might almost consider this a green movement. Rather than living as ascetics, Jedi exist in a post-scarcity near-paradise simply because they have more money than some star systems.
As of 40 years post-Endor, there are approximately 400 known living Force users in the Jedi collective. Let us double that number to account for spouses and non-Force-wielding family members who enjoy the perks of residing within this hyper-elite group. Let us round off to an even thousand to compensate for the rotating cadre of bandits, allies, and planetary elites who operate within their bubbles of influence.
Of the 100 quadrillion sentient beings living in the Galaxy, that makes the Jedi and their surrounding parties civilization's top 0.000000000001%.
They are The 10-12%.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013
The First Time I Have Ever Been Truly Grateful for Autocorrect
My iPhone just corrected "tape" from "rape."
I am very happy about this, what with the conversation I'd been having about book publishers and retailers merging/warring, and creating "antitrust red tape."
I honestly don't want to think about MacMillan & Co. creating red rape any time soon. That sounds like more the self-published-mommy-porn cup of tea, if you ask me, and I'm still of the opinion those abuse fantasy whackjobs should have kept it to watching Hallmark Channel original movies like back in the good old days.
Before the Dark Times. Before the Grey. Now the Soccer MILF is all but extinct … seduced by the dark side of vampire romance and edgy, South Reno strip clubs.
Alright, I can't actually shoehorn any more Star Wars references into that idea. Actually I almost said "Wedge," but I don't think enough of you are nerdy enough to catch that one. And if you did, I'm sorry I just explained it. I feel like C-3PO now. I'll be in the corner if anyone needs me.
I am very happy about this, what with the conversation I'd been having about book publishers and retailers merging/warring, and creating "antitrust red tape."
I honestly don't want to think about MacMillan & Co. creating red rape any time soon. That sounds like more the self-published-mommy-porn cup of tea, if you ask me, and I'm still of the opinion those abuse fantasy whackjobs should have kept it to watching Hallmark Channel original movies like back in the good old days.
Before the Dark Times. Before the Grey. Now the Soccer MILF is all but extinct … seduced by the dark side of vampire romance and edgy, South Reno strip clubs.
Alright, I can't actually shoehorn any more Star Wars references into that idea. Actually I almost said "Wedge," but I don't think enough of you are nerdy enough to catch that one. And if you did, I'm sorry I just explained it. I feel like C-3PO now. I'll be in the corner if anyone needs me.
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Saturday, January 12, 2013
Etch-A-Pope! | The Most Blasphemous Game Since Civilization
The Pope has a book out about the Infancy Gospels of Jesus, or rather his take on the infancy, less the apocryphal texts and the Council of Nicea muddying the waters. This is the back jacket of that book:
To amuse a coworker, I placed the book in front of my face and jostled it as I quoted Return of the Jedi:
Interestingly, since "Ratskeller" is the name of at east one dive bar in every college town, literally German for "rat cellar," it stands to reason that the German Pope's name means "one who [zing]s rats." I'm not sure exactly what German verb "zing" would be the root of, however. Cursory research reveals only that Ratzinger is Bavarian for "one from Ratzing," and there is a Southern Bavarian town called Ratzing. So, basically, the Pope is named "One from the place where rats and Zinged."
Anyway.
Somehow we also determined that the pope would need a new face to match his crazy voices, but since I couldn't come up with just one to waste my time on, I created this:
It's Etch-A-Pope!
Mix and match your favorite pope pieces, or create brand new ones using only a pen and the parts of a Post-It note closest to the sticky strip!
We have Cat Pope!
W. C. Fields Pope!
Derpy-Pope!
Terminator Pope! (Alternately "Robot Baboon Al Gore Pope" maybe?)
Emperor Palpipope!
Extra-Derpy-Pope! (Alternately "Hillbilly Pope" or "Pope Cletus.")
To amuse a coworker, I placed the book in front of my face and jostled it as I quoted Return of the Jedi:
Good! Good! Now, strike me down with all of your hatred, and your journey towards the Dark Side shall be complete!"Apparently, she always imagine Pope Benedict had a squeaky rat voice, which makes sense considering his name was Ratzinger.
Interestingly, since "Ratskeller" is the name of at east one dive bar in every college town, literally German for "rat cellar," it stands to reason that the German Pope's name means "one who [zing]s rats." I'm not sure exactly what German verb "zing" would be the root of, however. Cursory research reveals only that Ratzinger is Bavarian for "one from Ratzing," and there is a Southern Bavarian town called Ratzing. So, basically, the Pope is named "One from the place where rats and Zinged."
Anyway.
Somehow we also determined that the pope would need a new face to match his crazy voices, but since I couldn't come up with just one to waste my time on, I created this:
It's Etch-A-Pope!
Mix and match your favorite pope pieces, or create brand new ones using only a pen and the parts of a Post-It note closest to the sticky strip!
We have Cat Pope!
W. C. Fields Pope!
Derpy-Pope!
Terminator Pope! (Alternately "Robot Baboon Al Gore Pope" maybe?)
Emperor Palpipope!
Extra-Derpy-Pope! (Alternately "Hillbilly Pope" or "Pope Cletus.")
And PinochiPope! The Pope who always lies!
| (Better known as "Regular Pope.") Oh snap. |
Friday, January 4, 2013
Nerds Have Opinions | Also Whales Are Big
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| Ewoks. Deal with it. |
That is a question that cannot be asked without initiating a very long and very opinionated diatribe. There are only four choices, and no response is ever as short as just naming one. These choices are:
A New Hope
Empire
Jedi
and saying any prequel, animated, or made-for-TV Ewok Adventure just to be an ass.
Now, one cannot just respond with one of these answers for two reasons, the primary of which being that Giant Jedi Nerds must always differentiate their favorite installment from the best.
The best Star Wars movie is, objectively speaking, Empire. You can argue it, but you will always end up losing to a nerd who knows more about the Trilogy. Irvin Kershner's directing, the darker tone, the serious mix of both fantasy and sci-fi, Empire is the most balanced of the Star Wars films, and is inextricably linked to both Jedi and A New Hope, as well as the prequels through the revelation of Luke's parentage.
There I go again. ever get a nerd started on absolute qualities.
Your favorite Episode is entirely up to you. Women seem to prefer Jedi for the up-ending, the redemption of Vader, the tempering of Han's cocky badboy attitude, and–yes–the adorable Ewoks. Men frequently side towards the other two, with perhaps a very slight leaning towards Empire for the reasons listed above.
Personally, I like A New Hope. It's the only stand-alone Star Wars movie. It informs the others in the series, it is not informed by them. This is A) the reason George Lucas made this particular piece of the story first, when there was no guarantee he'd have the opportunity to tell the rest of the story, and B) what makes it the only reasonable place to initiate new viewers.
I am inclined to now attempt the Saga cycle in a IV-V-I-II-III-VI sequence since I have the day off, but since I kind of want to still be a little productive today, I may just decide to watch five hours of Doctor Who in between menial tasks.
That in itself being a productive task, so now all the Whos down in Whoville will stop yelling at me to watch their series.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
War On Christmas | Day 6: Life Day
The evil Galactic Empire waged war on the originally triennial Wookie celebration of Life Day long before the War on Christmas was cool. Held around the 31st of Welona by the Tepani Standard Calendar, Life Day was a pivotal holiday for the Wookie race, and later the Rebellion, despite it being A) an amalgam of both Thanksgiving and Christmas, and B) just incredibly awful on all counts except for the Boba Fett cartoon, Life Day has much to teach us in terms of tradition.
Holiday Traditions I Learned From Wookie Life Day:
Holiday Traditions I Learned From Wookie Life Day:
- Even if you spend the rest of the year naked, you dress up for special occasions. It shows respect for the day and those around you, and it's a chance to show off how fancy you can be.
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- Everyone has a creepy old grandpa being dirty when he thinks no one is looking. Or even when they are and he just doesn't care. And as racist as he is, he's watching some decidedly off-species
porndancing videos.
- Getting so blitzed with your family you all end up singing together. In space.
- Carrie Fisher getting high on pain killers.
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- Your one uncle who smartly doesn't show up…
- … but then phones it in and gets lectured for the next 30 years until someone worse pops up.
- Chefs on T.V. always make dinner preparation seem way easier than it is
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Saturday, November 17, 2012
Idle Thoughts While Watching "Reign of Fire"
- Why isn't Li'l Jon ever concerned with WHY?
- Gerard Butler and Christian Bale should just fist fight in real life.
- For that matter, I want to see a movie where, through a cooky misunderstanding, Liam Neeson and Harrison Ford come to believe the other has taken their family.
- All you need to kill a dragon is incendiary rounds. Hell, I'm sure even phosphorus tracer rounds could do some damage in the right places, though their low velocity might hinder their stopping force enough to prevent penetration of the dragon's hide.
- I love that 20 years into the apocalypse, Britons are still reenacting The Empire Strikes Back for children. Gotta keep the classics alive.
- So Christian Bale is the first man to have seen a dragon alive in hundreds of years, understands their entire history, but Matthew McConaughey and the Americans are infinitely more badass and refuse to lay down and die. Yup, sounds about right for bi-continentals.
- This movie is stupid.
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Disney Buys LucasFilm, to Make More 'Star Wars'
4:16 p.m. October 30, 2012. Day after Hurricane Sandy knocks out my heat, water, power, internet, and phone service. This is the exact moment my heart broke and I lost the ability to empathize with children, or humanity on a whole.
Disney has purchased LucasFilm LTD. for a total of $4.05 billion. Part of the deal includes detailed plot treatments for another Lucas-designed Star Wars trilogy (and Indiana Jones, but let's not bury the lead here).
Granted, George has done none of the good for SW in 20 years, but still, tis is a terrifying thought. What horrible, canonical sequels and spinoffs could they wreak?
"But Dave!" you say, and loudly for some reason, "Doesn't Disney own Marvel, and aren't the Avengers movies kick ass?" Well, yes, however those movies were started before Disney bought Marvel, and they're productions of Marvel Studios a semi-autonomous division, and currently under the reign of the almighty Joss Whedon, blessed be his name. They get multiple byes that Star Wars may not.
Honestly, I try to placate myself. Most of the best Star Wars stuff has always been someone else's. Irvin Kirshner's death this year hit me pretty hard. I don't go in for a lot of the Old Republic EU, just the newest stuff with the primary characters and their families. This won't really affect me so much, even if they do create terrible sequesls starting as early as 2015.
But then I ask myself, what could really be worse than George Lucas making more Star Wars episodes? And I'm horrified to say the first thing–the only thing, really–that instantaneously comes to mind, is "Disney making more Star Wars."
May the Force be with us. We're gonna need it.
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Friday, October 5, 2012
Star Wars Reads Day
Come on down to Barnes & Noble in Mohegan Lake tomorrow for Star Wars Reads Day, a cross-publisher celebrations of childhood wonder and literacy. We'll be hosting events and prizes, all dressed up to be awesome-slash-ridiculous.
In honor of that, here are three Star Wars jokes I just made up and they are truly, truly corny. Perfect for the children we are trying to teach to love IV-VI and loathe I-III, just like we held our parents' prejudices ourselves.
Q: How many Sith lords does it take to change a lightsaber?
A: Two. Always two, there are.
Q: Why did the Wookie cross the road?
A: Why ever he wanted to, no one's gonna stop him.
Q: Ponda Baba and an R5-unit walk into a bar. The bartender points at the droid and says to Baba, "Your droid, we don't serve their kind here. You'll have to secure it outside." Baba says, "Could you give me a hand?"
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Monday, July 2, 2012
Scientists May Announce Higgs Boson Discovery Today
What you'll need to know at the water cooler:
What is it?
A fundamental particle, in the same group as gluons (they hold together the quarks that make up protons and neutrons), gauge Bosons (they stick the protons and neutrons together), and the hypothetical graviton (which would be the reason gravity affects matter).
Why does it matter? The Higgs is modeled to be the thing which lends matter its mass, thus kind of getting everything else to gel together. Really, everything. And since the Standard Model works for pretty much everything else, not having the Higgs kind of ruins science. And the universe. We- we really kind of need this thing to work.
How does it do that thing it does? Apparently, and this is science, there is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, binds the galaxy together. Yes, I just quoted Star Wars. That's how awesome this is. Within the fabric of space is an all-permeating energy field, and the Higgs boson interacts with it in such a way that any particle acquires a modicum of mass. Because of gluons and the other bosons these masses are bound together, and because of the graviton they fall towards each other even over vast distances.
So science is complete now, right? No such luck. In fact, this announcement will probably only confirm the existence of a suspected Higgs particle around an expected mass range to within 99.99% certainty. So about a thousand times less certain than anything accepted as sure enough to go in a textbook. Then of course we have to figure out why gravity is so weak, what powers dark energy, and why every quantum is so full of solace for Daniel Craig.
What is it?
A fundamental particle, in the same group as gluons (they hold together the quarks that make up protons and neutrons), gauge Bosons (they stick the protons and neutrons together), and the hypothetical graviton (which would be the reason gravity affects matter).
Why does it matter? The Higgs is modeled to be the thing which lends matter its mass, thus kind of getting everything else to gel together. Really, everything. And since the Standard Model works for pretty much everything else, not having the Higgs kind of ruins science. And the universe. We- we really kind of need this thing to work.
How does it do that thing it does? Apparently, and this is science, there is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, binds the galaxy together. Yes, I just quoted Star Wars. That's how awesome this is. Within the fabric of space is an all-permeating energy field, and the Higgs boson interacts with it in such a way that any particle acquires a modicum of mass. Because of gluons and the other bosons these masses are bound together, and because of the graviton they fall towards each other even over vast distances.
So science is complete now, right? No such luck. In fact, this announcement will probably only confirm the existence of a suspected Higgs particle around an expected mass range to within 99.99% certainty. So about a thousand times less certain than anything accepted as sure enough to go in a textbook. Then of course we have to figure out why gravity is so weak, what powers dark energy, and why every quantum is so full of solace for Daniel Craig.
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Tuesday, May 1, 2012
The Wilhelm
The Wilhelm is a highly specific sound effect in movie making, iconic is its undulating terror at imminent, certain pain. You will hear it frequently, most often when someone goes flying or is otherwise thrown into the air. Frequently, it is a long drop. George Lucas included it in Star Wars and Indiana Jones, and I just heard it a few minutes ago in Captain America. It certainly takes a nerd of out the movie for a split second, but it's usually a rather enjoyable moment, a nod from one sound designer to a few, well-versed fans in the audience.
Originally, the Wilhelm was "man getting bit by an alligator," though the name comes from the death of an enlisted man two films later.
And when I was in 10th grade Global History, when on a test I couldn't remember Otto von Bismark's name and, after failing to con my teacher into revealing the answer, it was also the best guess I had. Still wrote an A paper, but that certainly explains the B+.
Ah, well. Still a cool name.
Originally, the Wilhelm was "man getting bit by an alligator," though the name comes from the death of an enlisted man two films later.
And when I was in 10th grade Global History, when on a test I couldn't remember Otto von Bismark's name and, after failing to con my teacher into revealing the answer, it was also the best guess I had. Still wrote an A paper, but that certainly explains the B+.
Ah, well. Still a cool name.
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Monday, April 23, 2012
2012 Election Decided by Man's Bumper Stickers
I've been saying for a few years now–about four, really–that I've been sick of seeing "Obama/Biden 2008" bumper decals. In fact, I suggested a line of stickers to place over the date portion of these signs with, "We won, get over it."
Sadly, with the real groody horrorshow that's been the run-up to the Republican primaries, I've honestly been getting a little scared that we might need more ad space on our bumpers' left. I mean, have you seen Romney? Dude sure looks presidential. I was stoked for Obama, and I'm happy with the progress he's made in one term and I'd love to see that continue even more aggressively for another four years, but Obama always looked and felt like more like Prime Minister portraiture than the unlikely combination of actually pleasing WASPy Christian genetic traits we've come to view as the elected version of "regal" in the U.S.
That said, I like whatever this guy has been self-medicating with, and not just because he's solved his electoral problems with duct tape.
Alright, that's a lousy enhance, but CSI I am not.
Anyway, I'm voting for a third party candidate. I know, I know– I usually mock anyone attempting to split the Democratic vote, i.e., by wasting a vote on Ross Perot for the 12th time, but this time is different. I'm pretty sure Republicans would love this guy for being old and white and religious and and a throwback to a previous administration, while Democrats would love him for his commitments to personal choice, working with strong women, and his stance on euthanasia.
Sadly, with the real groody horrorshow that's been the run-up to the Republican primaries, I've honestly been getting a little scared that we might need more ad space on our bumpers' left. I mean, have you seen Romney? Dude sure looks presidential. I was stoked for Obama, and I'm happy with the progress he's made in one term and I'd love to see that continue even more aggressively for another four years, but Obama always looked and felt like more like Prime Minister portraiture than the unlikely combination of actually pleasing WASPy Christian genetic traits we've come to view as the elected version of "regal" in the U.S.
That said, I like whatever this guy has been self-medicating with, and not just because he's solved his electoral problems with duct tape.
Enhance!
Alright, that's a lousy enhance, but CSI I am not.
Anyway, I'm voting for a third party candidate. I know, I know– I usually mock anyone attempting to split the Democratic vote, i.e., by wasting a vote on Ross Perot for the 12th time, but this time is different. I'm pretty sure Republicans would love this guy for being old and white and religious and and a throwback to a previous administration, while Democrats would love him for his commitments to personal choice, working with strong women, and his stance on euthanasia.
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
A Little Nerd Association
As I left the house today, I crossed in my path a complete, fresh goose turd. Our geese have barely left, stupid climate shift. So I cursed the geese.
"THE GEESE!!!" I said.
Then I thought "THUGGEES" What was a thuggee?
It was the cult from Temple of Doom.
Thulsa Doom. Conan. James Earl Jones. Also Darth Vader's voice. Back to Star Wars, via George Lucas.
Conan also had Arnold Schwarzenegger. Who was the father in Jingle All the Way, with Jake Lloyd, also the younger Anakin Skywalker. Star Wars again. Everything always comes back to Star Wars.
Freakin' geese, man.
"THE GEESE!!!" I said.
Then I thought "THUGGEES" What was a thuggee?
It was the cult from Temple of Doom.
Thulsa Doom. Conan. James Earl Jones. Also Darth Vader's voice. Back to Star Wars, via George Lucas.
Conan also had Arnold Schwarzenegger. Who was the father in Jingle All the Way, with Jake Lloyd, also the younger Anakin Skywalker. Star Wars again. Everything always comes back to Star Wars.
Freakin' geese, man.
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Monday, February 27, 2012
Call Me GENERAL Lando

Driving behind a car with the license plate "HOME 1" tonight caused me the desire to pull up next to it, motion to roll down his windows, and shout that I—in my tiny grandma-gold Corolla—am Gold Leader, and that I am "going to start my attack run."
After that I drove directly into the heart of a 280 kilometer wide technological monstrosity of space station.
At which point I wondered why I of all people don't have at least the audio of Star Wars synced onto my iPhone already.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
1138 - A Nerd Joke by Any Other Name
"Everything's fine. We're all fine here, now. Thank you." - Han Solo
Friday marked the third anniversary of Sound a Doggy Makes, and today we get to mark an even nerdier achievement! Today is post number 1138!
George Lucas, "Uncle George," recently announced film retiree and legend, birther of Star Wars, wrote and directed his original Sci-Fi opus THX-1138. Since then, he's been slipping the number into other works throughout the years. The greatest example of this being the Death Star prison escape scene, in which Luke claims Chewbacca is a "Prisoner transfer from cell block 1-1-3-8," leading to a massive firefight, and Han getting to utter the wonderfully pathetic stalling measure atop this very page.
Miraculously, I frequently look at clocks at exactly 11:38. And just today I examined a tax document I received last week and discovered my taxable earnings at an old job totaled precisely $1138.50.
This is how I know I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Recurring nerdistry only I would appreciate. Me, Steve Sansweet, and 300,000,000 internet nerds.
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Friday marked the third anniversary of Sound a Doggy Makes, and today we get to mark an even nerdier achievement! Today is post number 1138!
George Lucas, "Uncle George," recently announced film retiree and legend, birther of Star Wars, wrote and directed his original Sci-Fi opus THX-1138. Since then, he's been slipping the number into other works throughout the years. The greatest example of this being the Death Star prison escape scene, in which Luke claims Chewbacca is a "Prisoner transfer from cell block 1-1-3-8," leading to a massive firefight, and Han getting to utter the wonderfully pathetic stalling measure atop this very page.
Miraculously, I frequently look at clocks at exactly 11:38. And just today I examined a tax document I received last week and discovered my taxable earnings at an old job totaled precisely $1138.50.
This is how I know I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. Recurring nerdistry only I would appreciate. Me, Steve Sansweet, and 300,000,000 internet nerds.
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Thursday, December 22, 2011
Zombie Escape Plan #684 & Other Work Thoughts
Thoughts for the day:
Mothers, tired and exasperated, can usually only be distinguished from crack addicts by their proximity to a relatively clean child.
If my own children ever get into Harry Potter, they're each getting exactly one toy wand to play with, and they'll all be the same. I will have an elder wand, and I will constantly force my children to duel myself and each other to determine who is the superior wizard in our house. The winner will then be repeatedly smacked with a plastic lightsaber for being a giant nerd.
My long-term zombie survival strategies are pretty weak; most end at the local super market or Walmart. I think after that I'll try to determine if zombies freeze, and then try to make my way up to one of those isolated Alaskan towns. At least then I only have to worry about black-and-white vampires.
Mothers, tired and exasperated, can usually only be distinguished from crack addicts by their proximity to a relatively clean child.
If my own children ever get into Harry Potter, they're each getting exactly one toy wand to play with, and they'll all be the same. I will have an elder wand, and I will constantly force my children to duel myself and each other to determine who is the superior wizard in our house. The winner will then be repeatedly smacked with a plastic lightsaber for being a giant nerd.
My long-term zombie survival strategies are pretty weak; most end at the local super market or Walmart. I think after that I'll try to determine if zombies freeze, and then try to make my way up to one of those isolated Alaskan towns. At least then I only have to worry about black-and-white vampires.
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