She ended our brief relationship today. I may not like it, but better that she end it now than drag it out and end up making things worse. I had to say goodbye today. It was not easy nor remotely nice to do, but it was the right thing to do. It hurts, but it will fade. I am again single, but at least I know that if I can score someone as amazing as her, then I can do it again.
All I need to get started is pack of cigarettes and a fifth of burbon followed closely by getting the fuck out of DE. All of these shall occur very soon.
July 20, 2010
July 15, 2010
Fate keeps to her status quo
I made little mention of is here, for I am lazy and shiftless, but sometime not so long ago I met a lady, a woman, whom I was most impressed by, even intimidated by. She was described by a friend as "perfect on paper", and while I shy from calling anything or anyone perfect, things were going well. I was pleased with her and she with I.
Clearly it was here that Fate decided to step in and fuck things up.
For reasons that I will not go into here because they are not my reasons to make public, things took an unexpected turn for the worse. This is no one's fault. I did nothing wrong, she did nothing wrong, this is just a shitty situation that there was no preparing for and hurts all the more for it being just plain unfair.
I have not spoken to her in nearly two weeks. For the first week, I was just plain, old-fashioned depressed. A case of the blues made no better by my insistence on listening to the actual blues all week. No appetite, little joy found in anything save a good book and a little Zero Punctuation.
It's now the second week. I intend to send out a sitrep request soon, but I will give it a bit more time. Rushing this can only make things worse. Still, I am much better this week. It feels good to back in my own self again. If things go badly from here, I will be ok. Not happy, but ok. I can't ask for much more.
I hope that things will go well, but they don't have to. If this goes well and then goes badly again or takes a different turn for the worse, it likely will be more than a week to recover.
Regardless, in the face of this uncertainty, I say wholeheartedly: Bring your shit, Fate. Bring your biggest disappointments, your harshest turns, and your most crushing defeats. I will endure them and I will live on, no matter what you throw at me. If things turn for the worse, I will sing songs and tell tales of the time I did have with her, for every second I had with her was worth the pain I feel now.
Of those seconds, may there be more.
Clearly it was here that Fate decided to step in and fuck things up.
For reasons that I will not go into here because they are not my reasons to make public, things took an unexpected turn for the worse. This is no one's fault. I did nothing wrong, she did nothing wrong, this is just a shitty situation that there was no preparing for and hurts all the more for it being just plain unfair.
I have not spoken to her in nearly two weeks. For the first week, I was just plain, old-fashioned depressed. A case of the blues made no better by my insistence on listening to the actual blues all week. No appetite, little joy found in anything save a good book and a little Zero Punctuation.
It's now the second week. I intend to send out a sitrep request soon, but I will give it a bit more time. Rushing this can only make things worse. Still, I am much better this week. It feels good to back in my own self again. If things go badly from here, I will be ok. Not happy, but ok. I can't ask for much more.
I hope that things will go well, but they don't have to. If this goes well and then goes badly again or takes a different turn for the worse, it likely will be more than a week to recover.
Regardless, in the face of this uncertainty, I say wholeheartedly: Bring your shit, Fate. Bring your biggest disappointments, your harshest turns, and your most crushing defeats. I will endure them and I will live on, no matter what you throw at me. If things turn for the worse, I will sing songs and tell tales of the time I did have with her, for every second I had with her was worth the pain I feel now.
Of those seconds, may there be more.
July 14, 2010
Fuck you M. Knight Shamwow
I'm not gonna lie. I love Avatar. The series on Nick, not the over-hyped piece of soft-core, blue-person porn that James Cameron put out. It was a brilliant show: clever, funny, fun, excellently crafted, with characters that grew, evolved, and learned. It was both ridiculously funny and incredibly epic, and without hyperbole it is one of the best shows ever made.
Though Nick did its usual thing and screwed around with schedules, nearly took the show off the air without finishing it, and generally did a bad job, it still ended up being spectacular. Beloved by all the show ended its run on Nick as one of its most popular shows.
Realizing that they could try to squeeze blood from the Avatar stone, and figuring that they could rely on a big name director, they turned to M. Night Shyamalan, who shall forever be referred to as M. Night Shamwow, as their guy. In typical Shamwow style, he promised the world.
He delivered a steaming pile of shit.
Ok, you have a show with millions of fans. They know the series from beginning to end, they love the characters, they want to see this series converted into a move befitting the show. You have the entire series as a guide. Clearly you can't do everything the show did, but keeping to the spirit of the show should not be difficult.
Step one: If a character named Aang is pronounced like "bang", then you do not decide to have Aang pronounced like "bong". Neither do you decide to have almost every single name in the movie pronounced differently from it was in the series. You are going from a TV show to a movie! This isn't a book! There is no question of how to pronounce the name! It's already been done! Changing this is fucking retarded!
Step two: If a character like Aang is a goofy, funny, fun little kid who loves nothing more than to play, then don't make him into a dour, boring, little bastard that no one could like. In fact, keep the personalities of all the characters as close to what they were as possible, because that's what the characters are supposed to be like!
Step three: If a character with a dark past has a huge burn scar on his face that no one could possibly miss, don't replace it with what may as well be a shaving cut.
Step four: If a character is a jolly old, short, fat guy, do not replace him with a goddamn tall, muscular, and serious guy!
Step five: If a show is, by and large, funny, then your movie should be funny! If it's dull, slow, and utterly without humor, then you've done something very wrong.
If you're worried about spoilers, don't, because all of that shit happens in the first five minutes of the fucking movie. There's a whole hour and a half left to fuck up.
I could go on, and Jesus I could go on, but I think I've made my point. Shamwow, by my guess, probably never saw more than bits of the series when his kids watched it and raved about it. He then read the text synopsis of like six episodes and changed whatever he felt like so he could make the series conform to his opinion of how the show should have been.
If Shamwow was to throw a rock and his target was the entire planet Earth he couldn't have missed the target worse if he had thrown the rock directly into the fucking Sun! Shamwow now joins Uwe Boll on the list of people who should be banned from making movies.
One last thing. Repeat after me: "3-D is a gimmick." It was a gimmick in the '50s and today it is a more technologically advanced gimmick. Until we get true 3-D movies, and I mean holographic movies, I'm going to save the money and see the 2-D versions.
Though Nick did its usual thing and screwed around with schedules, nearly took the show off the air without finishing it, and generally did a bad job, it still ended up being spectacular. Beloved by all the show ended its run on Nick as one of its most popular shows.
Realizing that they could try to squeeze blood from the Avatar stone, and figuring that they could rely on a big name director, they turned to M. Night Shyamalan, who shall forever be referred to as M. Night Shamwow, as their guy. In typical Shamwow style, he promised the world.
He delivered a steaming pile of shit.
Ok, you have a show with millions of fans. They know the series from beginning to end, they love the characters, they want to see this series converted into a move befitting the show. You have the entire series as a guide. Clearly you can't do everything the show did, but keeping to the spirit of the show should not be difficult.
Step one: If a character named Aang is pronounced like "bang", then you do not decide to have Aang pronounced like "bong". Neither do you decide to have almost every single name in the movie pronounced differently from it was in the series. You are going from a TV show to a movie! This isn't a book! There is no question of how to pronounce the name! It's already been done! Changing this is fucking retarded!
Step two: If a character like Aang is a goofy, funny, fun little kid who loves nothing more than to play, then don't make him into a dour, boring, little bastard that no one could like. In fact, keep the personalities of all the characters as close to what they were as possible, because that's what the characters are supposed to be like!
Step three: If a character with a dark past has a huge burn scar on his face that no one could possibly miss, don't replace it with what may as well be a shaving cut.
Step four: If a character is a jolly old, short, fat guy, do not replace him with a goddamn tall, muscular, and serious guy!
Step five: If a show is, by and large, funny, then your movie should be funny! If it's dull, slow, and utterly without humor, then you've done something very wrong.
If you're worried about spoilers, don't, because all of that shit happens in the first five minutes of the fucking movie. There's a whole hour and a half left to fuck up.
I could go on, and Jesus I could go on, but I think I've made my point. Shamwow, by my guess, probably never saw more than bits of the series when his kids watched it and raved about it. He then read the text synopsis of like six episodes and changed whatever he felt like so he could make the series conform to his opinion of how the show should have been.
If Shamwow was to throw a rock and his target was the entire planet Earth he couldn't have missed the target worse if he had thrown the rock directly into the fucking Sun! Shamwow now joins Uwe Boll on the list of people who should be banned from making movies.
One last thing. Repeat after me: "3-D is a gimmick." It was a gimmick in the '50s and today it is a more technologically advanced gimmick. Until we get true 3-D movies, and I mean holographic movies, I'm going to save the money and see the 2-D versions.
June 1, 2010
I had a good weekend
First, I bought a new car. I did some pretty good wheeling and dealing, and got a very good price on my new '06 Honda Civic LX coupe, took advantage of a couple of deals, and now have an almost ridiculously low monthly payment. Booyah.
What made the buying process very funny was that I had a date very shortly after closing on the car, and I let my sales dude know that. They then rushed me through the process quickly and I was off to meet my date in Phily.
This was a first date with a person I'd met on OkCupid, always slightly scary, but part of the dating world I live in. I was anxious as always, not the least of which was because she was considerably older and I thought she might meet me and think "pff, young idiot, pass".
As it turns out, I didn't have to worry. We hit it off immediately, talked for hours, and without going into any lurid details, had a great time. So great, in fact, we set a second date for two days later. Alls I gots left to say about that is, so far so good. :)
What made the buying process very funny was that I had a date very shortly after closing on the car, and I let my sales dude know that. They then rushed me through the process quickly and I was off to meet my date in Phily.
This was a first date with a person I'd met on OkCupid, always slightly scary, but part of the dating world I live in. I was anxious as always, not the least of which was because she was considerably older and I thought she might meet me and think "pff, young idiot, pass".
As it turns out, I didn't have to worry. We hit it off immediately, talked for hours, and without going into any lurid details, had a great time. So great, in fact, we set a second date for two days later. Alls I gots left to say about that is, so far so good. :)
May 6, 2010
Music
I like music. I like lots of music. I tell people that I like all kinds of music. Yet, even with such warnings, when I mention that I like something that seems so out of character, say Owl City, I get questioned who I am and what have I done with me. Never mind that I like everything from the growliest of death metal all the way to post rock indie love fests, never mind that I love dance music, and weird atonal techno music, and obscure British women singing. Seriously, there isn't a genre of music I've ever met, ever, that I haven't been able to find an example of that I like. This even includes country and hardcore rap. So why are people so consistently surprised when I like music? It's weird. Yes, I probably listen to more wimpy music that most people would say is a sign that I'm very gay than even gay people listen to. But so what? I like what I like, and isn't that what music is about? So if I want to listen to Owl City, or Imogen Heap, or Lily Allen, or Sigur Rós, or Röyksopp, or Cascada, or Lightning Hopkins, or Chopin, or any other thing you can think of that seems bizarre, so what? I guarantee whoever you are you have a musical guilty pleasure, because everyone does. Except me, because I never feel guilty for loving music. You shouldn't either, even if Achy Breaky Heart is your thing.
And just so we're clear that I'm not losing my touch, three of my favorite bands right now are Arch Enemy, As I Lay Dying, and Five Finger Death Punch. Death metal, metalcore, and heavy metal. Booyah.
May 5, 2010
Swell
Just put the final retouches on the final pages of my fourth book and before I could back them up to my flash drive, my computer won't boot into Windows. Great timing. Now I'm running fixer programs hoping to get the thing running again long enough to save some files, before looking into a new laptop. Convenient that nearly every electronic thing I own broke nearly simultaneously. Stupid coincidences.
April 29, 2010
Hooray!
My XBox has returned! And, much to my surprise, the repair was under warranty! Free but for the cost of mailing the fucker to them! So I got a repaired game system for about $10 and a couple of weeks. I give Microsoft a lot of shit for being a shitty company, but as of right now, I'm pretty well please with them.
Just the XBox part though. Their software still sucks.
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