“Goodnight, sweetheart, well it’s time to go…”
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Too much to say.
Too tired to say it now.
Namaste.
Saturday
Too much to say.
Too tired to say it now.
Namaste.
Friday
I’ve been at my new job for 5 weeks. I have been doing an ongoing research project as part of my duties. This morning, I managed to find some information that had eluded a few people prior to my getting hired. I informed my immediate supervisor and figured that was that.
About ten minutes later, the president/COO of the company came up to me to commend me on finding it.
That’s a great way to start a Friday and the weekend.
The rest of the work day followed that same kind of pattern:
He hadn’t considered that option.
And (more importantly), once I explained what I needed/wanted, he said that it was a great idea and would drastically cut down his overall time to complete it.
After work, I hung out with
Tonight’s meeting of the Clitorati was good. We had a good mix of regulars, irregulars and few initiates, including
Food, good conversation, BEER, and excellent company.
The perfect way to end an already good day.
And a good Friday is always a great way to start off the weekend.
Namaste.
Thursday
It was a long day. There wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary, but it was a long day. I believe that too many nights of too little sleep caught up with me. My morning coffee was just enough to keep the edge off… for the early part of the day. The afternoon, however… that wasn’t quite so pretty. I was so tired that my vision began to get blurry and/or double. Not a happy time. And the swimmy-headed feeling didn’t help, either.
So… I napped.
I planned on thirty minutes of downtime.
I woke up almost an hour-and-a-half later. I was still a little out of it, but I felt a bit better. Shortly thereafter,
Tonight’s episodes of CSI and Without a Trace were both very good, not that they usually disappoint. But the plots, and even the subplots, for both shows were very good. There were twists in each of them that I didn’t see coming. I like it when a show can surprise me like these did. And, tonight’s CSI didn’t feel like they were trying to bolster ratings by using a sensational topic as the focus; it just told a good story.
News
Morning Edition: Body of Emmett Till to Be Exhumed One of my favorite bands is emmet swimming; they derived their name from Emmett Till:
emmet swimming should be recognized for their insightful, melodic and infinitely catchy tunes. When writing, singer, songwriter and rhythm guitarist Todd Watts focuses on telling a story, not necessarily about himself or the band, but about things we can all relate to, for instance, the loss of innocence. This is not only portrayed in their songs but in the band’s name as well. It was taken from a song Watts wrote long ago about Emmet Till, a fifteen year black boy who was lynched in the late ’50s in Mississippi for whistling at a white woman. His body was thrown into a river and he became one of the martyrs of the civil rights movement.
Morning Edition: Debating America’s Christian Character
Talk of the Nation: Playing Jazz and Making a Living
All Things Considered: Forest Service Eradicates Road-Building Ban
All Things Considered: Holocaust Survivor, Camp Liberator Share Memories
All Things Considered: Disneyland Celebrates 50th Anniversary
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, I had a horrible vision:Setting: Bridge of the Enterprise, Capt. Picard and Cmdr. Riker sitting in their comfy chairs.
After coming across a starship, the Enterprise is attacked.
Riker goes to issue a “Red Alert,” only to find that his comm unit isn’t working.
Picard calmly pulls something out of his pocket and thrusts it towards Riker, saying: “N-Gage, Number One.”
Silly, yes. But, it amused me nonetheless. I sent an email to Greg Dean, the creator of Real Life, and told him that I felt the need to torture someone else with it share it with someone else . He wrote back the next day saying to “consider [me] tortured,” but that he thought it was funny.
Wednesday
I got too little sleep last night, but I made it through the day.
I didn’t do much after I got home. I thought about taking a nap, but never got around to it. So… we went grocery shopping instead. And then came dinner and Alias, which I watched in the company of my friend, Captain Morgan, and his first mate, Coca-Cola.
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The name “Jason Todd†has to be one of the most charged in all of comics – even more than Madeline Pryor, Ben Reilly, and even Rob Leifeld.
Even. Rob. Liefeld. *cracks up*
Quote of the Day
(09:37:11)
: She wears capri pants and heels ALL the time.
(09:37:19): She’s cute, but WTF?!
(09:37:57): capri pants + heels is a bad thing?
(09:38:09): Not necessarily.
(09:38:26): But, you’d think that you’d want a little variety in your wardrobe.
(09:38:31): very true
(09:38:33): A little somethin’
(09:38:38): Maybe it’s just me.
(09:38:39): maybe a skirt here n there
(09:38:40): *shrug*
(09:38:41): long pants
(09:38:42): Yeah.
(09:38:54): maybe she has some sort of hot ankle syndrome
(09:38:56): I can probably count the number of times that I’ve seen her in long pants.
(09:39:25): That or she thinks that she’s the new hotness.
(09:39:33): lol
(09:39:47): SJP wore a lot of capris with heels on SATC
(09:39:58): *ding*
(09:39:59): Thank you.
(09:40:03): And there is the missing link.
(09:40:06): lol
(09:40:20): [She] has a better nose, though.
(09:40:29): lol
(09:40:51): *shiver*
(09:41:00): I just realized something..
(09:41:14): I instinctively knew what you meant by “SJP” and “SATC”
(09:41:17): That ain’t right.
(09:41:20): I noticed that, lol
(09:41:30): I was waiting for you to question it
(09:41:33): very interesting 😉
(09:41:46): Very scary.
(09:41:55): Especially for a show that I didn’t watch.
(09:41:58): *twitch*
Namaste.
Tuesday
I know that going to bed around 2:00 AM isn’t good. Especially when I have to get up at 6:00 to get ready for work. But, when I sleep fitfully and wake up (at least) three times during that period, it is far from a good thing. And the kicker: The last time I woke up was five minutes before the alarm went off. I think that I just stared at the clock in disbelief.
Fortunately, the rest of the day wasn’t bad. And, I’m still enjoying the benefits of getting off work with a good amount of daylight left.
I came home, followed shortly by
News
Morning Edition: Artifacts’ Fate Contested at Noted Space Museum
Morning Edition: Bush Education Cuts Jeopardize GED Programs
Talk of the Nation: Is Bill Cosby Right or Is the Black Middle Class Out of Touch?
Talk of the Nation: Utah Is First State to Abandon ‘No Child Left Behind’
All Things Considered: Polygamists on Utah-Arizona Border Under Scrutiny
All Things Considered: A Generation of Mixed Race Youth Speaks Out
Boston.com: Good news, bad news: Credit card minimum payments doubling
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Namaste.
Monday
And not a bad start to the week, either. The work day went quickly. The afternoon included stops at Home Depot and Circuit City; I left both places empty-handed.
Interesting sidenote: We had gone to this Circuit City a month ago – we are/were looking into getting Vonage. They had signs that basically made the adapters less than free. That’s right… you actually MADE money on this deal. Sure, it was only 1¢, but that’s still Circuit City and/or Linksys and/or Vonage paying you to get a Vonage adapter.
The problem: The rebate expired two days before we got there.
When I went into Circuit City today, the same signs – with the April expiration date – were still there. Ô_õ
The day was capped with coffee in the company of
News
Morning Edition: Jonesing for Fries? Blame the Cave Men
Talk of the Nation: Recalling Psychologist and Civil Rights Activist Kenneth Clark
Day to Day: Is Texas Hold ‘Em Illegal in Texas?
All Things Considered: Challenges of Gaining Asylum in the U.S.
All Things Considered: This I Believe: There Is Such a Thing as Truth
All Things Considered: Brain Implant Offers Hope for Severely Depressed
Fresh Air: A Handbook to Robert Crumb
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Quote of the Day
: “I think it’s the ovaries.”
Don’t forget that Tuesday (today) is National Teacher Day!
Namaste.
Sunday
The clock slowly ticks off the last vestiges of the weekend.
This has been a good weekend. I went to The Bookshelf with Perry and Max on Saturday. That was after a trip to the local Beans & Brews, however. We got in late (3:00 AM) from seeing Superman and I was up a little after 9:00 to go to Ogden and there was way too much blood in my caffeinestream. I needed espresso-laden frozen mocha goodness to help jumpstart what few portions of my brain had crossed the line into consciousness.
The Bookshelf trip was good. I picked up four…. no, seven…. pieces of plastic crack: Four Heroclix and three Mechwarrior figures:
And, as an added bonus, Perry and I each got a Batman promotional figure from the upcoming “Icons” expansion. (And the insignia isn’t as big as the picture makes it look.) I also finally took the plunge and picked up a copy of X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills, one of the best one-shot stories that Marvel Comics has ever produced. They adapted part of the story and characters into the plot of X2: X-Men United. I had a copy of it years ago, but I don’t know what happened to it. But, now, I have a copy again. This makes me happy.
After that, we came back to SLC so that
Today, I woke up with a headache (…like my head against a board). Nothing too major, but it was there. I finished working on a computer for
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Quotes of the Day
: “If I had a glass eye, I’d want it to be a snow globe.”
: “The Candy Man can because he mixes it with love and makes the world taste like kung fu”
And with that…
Namaste.
Saturday
It’s late and I’m tired.
Let’s try this again… after the sun is up.
Namaste.
Friday
I’m still not overly fond of getting up at 6:00… but I have to admit: Getting off work by 4:00 is very nice. The work day was good and it was Mallday (for lunch).
I came home and mowed the jungle that is was the backyard. The northeast corner of the yard had blades of grass around 15″ tall in some spots. The lawnmower wasn’t particularly happy about that. It stalled a few times in the more dense areas. But, the lawn has been mowed. And it looks pretty good. Again. Finally.
After that, it was time for a shower and then off to meet up with the rest of the Clitorati. Tonight, for the first time in far too long,
After dinner,

We got there a few minutes before the show started – plenty of time to find seats (there were only 15-20 people there, in all) and get situated before the lights went down. And for the next two-and-a-half hours, I was a seven-year-old kid again. A kid who believed that a man could fly. (Sidebar: I called my father this afternoon and when he asked what our plans for the weekend were, I told him about going to see Superman tonight. He laughed; he knows that I really enjoy the movie. Of course, he was the one who took me to see it two or three times when it was in its original release.) Yes, there were some things in the movie that would go right over a child’s mind; seeing it again, with 27 years worth of distance, makes that all too clear.
But that never stops me from being able to watch it with a similar – if not the same – sense of awe and wonder (and just plain joy) that I had sitting in a theatre, next to my father, watching it for the first time, all those years ago.
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I have been up for nearly 24 hours. I should really hit the rack.
< /consciousness >
Namaste.
I got into the office a little before 7:00 this morning. I still find it funny that I haven’t gotten up this early on a regular basis since I was in grade school. And even then, I wasn’t getting up until 6:45. Of course, the flip side to this is that my work day is done by 4:00. It’s nice to have that much time at the “end” of the day.
I had planned to mow the yard when I got home. Mother Nature had other plans. It rained and hailed across the valley this afternoon. That put the kibosh on any yard care plans. It did not put the kibosh on dinner, CSI and Without a Trace with
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They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves,
That those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.
“Witch Hunt” by Rush (from “Moving Pictures”)
Whoop-de-fuckin’-doo.
I will concede one point: The author of the letter did assert “why” she thought that this was a bad thing. In a very adroit manner, she identified her problem and elaborated on “why” she has an issue with it.
Here’s a radical idea: If the idea of seeing women cut men’s hair in bikinis bothers you, don’t go to the shop. It’s that simple. Or is it that you’re worried about your husband/boyfriend/son getting a haircut from a possibly scantily-clad woman?! *gasp* What will go through his mind while she’s cutting his hair!?! MUST… PROTECT… FROM… HAIR-CUTTING FLOOZIES!!! (Y’know, you just don’t see the word “floozy” used too much anymore.) Do you really think that the stylist is going to climb in the chair and give your (insert relation here) a “happy ending?” You’re thinking of a massage parlor.
Repeat after me: “It’s a hair salon.”
Repeat after me: “A hair salon is not a den of iniquity or house of ill repute.”
Could Bikini Cuts be considered exploitive? Possibly. But this is still a place where people are free to choose where to work (or get their hair cut). If a prospective stylist decides that the dress code isn’t something with which she’s comfortable, I’m sure that there are plenty of other establishments in need of stylists.
I noticed that Ms. Warburton failed to mention something: Bikini Cuts was founded by a woman, one Ms. Bethany Prince. A woman who apparently is rather business savvy: She identified a market (a hair salon for men), found a niche (bikini-clad hair stylists) and created a venue that brought both of those together in one package. As far as I’m concerned, that’s just a good business idea. Period. Companies go out of business every day because their owners didn’t come up with a solid idea and/or business plan. I applaud Ms. Prince on making hers fly.
Maybe Ms. Warburton is just jealous that she didn’t think of it first.
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Quote of the Day
I was talking with “EveryDave” earlier and we were talking about our new schedules. I told him that since I’m carpooling with
(17:14:58) Dave: you get used to it..the hard part for you will be getting to bed at a time that’ll give you enough sleep
(17:20:10): As long as I’m in bed by 1:00, I should be okay.
(17:20:18): Last night: 2:20-something.
(17:20:24) Dave: and up at 6?
(17:20:25): This morning: *BLEH*
(17:20:27): Yep.
(17:20:30) Dave: gaaa
(17:20:33): Behold the power of the coffee bean!
(17:20:34) Dave: you suck goats…
(17:20:43) Dave: can you do 5 hours ?
(17:20:47): Yep.
(17:20:58): It’s about my average
(17:24:19) Dave: I mean this will the upmost respect: fuck you, you lucky bastard.
It made me smile.
Namaste.
1 – Taken from the home page of the Bikini Cuts website.
Wednesday
I made it through the middle of the week. It’s all downhill from here.
Nothing too much happened today.
The workday was filled with paperwork. Whoop-de-fuck!
Tonight was Game Night. The session went well – we actually accomplished a few things.
And then, I came home.
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Tonight, when I arrived for tonight’s game,
I might actually have to give some consideration to running the game…
I should have been in bed at least thirty minutes ago. Oh, well. I’ll just have to increase the caffeine intake tomorning.
Namaste.
Tuesday
The alarm went off this morning… and I stayed in bed for another seven minutes. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Then I got out of bed and went on to face the rest of the day.
I work with some intelligent people. Very intelligent. We’re talking “OMGXBOXHUGE” intelligence. Some of these guys have forgotten more about technology than I have ever learned. But, they are very down-to-earth people. I’m a good deal younger than a lot of them, but they’ve never made me feel unwelcome or like a little kid at the big kids’ table. Today, I found out that they’re old-school geeks, too. We were talking about movies and books and The Lord of the Rings trilogy came up. And, boy, you should’a heard those guys go. It was funny.
Tonight,
Get over it.
It’s a movie.
It’s supposed to be fun.Remember that.
Thank you. Move along.
Dinner at Biaggi’s was something of a mixed bag. The food and the atmosphere were great. Our waiter, Jai, left more than “a little something” to be desired. He took our drink and dinner orders promptly… and then he apparently slipped into a parallel universe. With the exception of coming to refill our water, he was nowhere to be seen for over half an hour. Nearly forty minutes later, he reappeared, our entrees in tow. When he took our orders, I also ordered a glass of wine to be brought out with my entree. I never saw it. When questioned about it, he tried to place the blame on the bartender. “Bad form, Peter. Bad form.” Maybe he was having an “off” night, but I doubt that – he seemed to have no problem engaging in witty reparteè with the table next to us. For a good five minutes. *shrug* When another customer in his area asked for parking validation, we asked if he would bring one for us as well. He headed into the back and we never saw him again.
This does not mean that I will not return to the restaurant – I think that it was a fine establishment and I recommend it to those of you in the SLC Metro area – but I will think twice about where I am seated if I find that I have Jai as my server.
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Namaste.
Monday
It was a Monday. Not a necessarily “bad” Monday, but a Monday nonetheless. Spaghetti, 24, poker and an episode of Galaxy Rangers helped the evening to pass nicely, though.
My friend, Chris, bought one of the Rangers DVDs before I got my copies. He mentioned that they weren’t quite as good as he remembered. (After all, nostalgia adds a fond glimmer to the things that we loved and enjoyed in years gone by.) I noted something along those lines tonight. The animation is 20 years old, after all. Some of the dialogue is… stilted. Or just plain… over the top. But it was still fun.
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Namaste.
Sunday
Today was a good day… despite the chill in the air and the rain.
It was also the first Park City excursion of the year. Yes, I’ve already been to Park City once this year, but that was for Sundance. And, thus, it doesn’t count. We met up with friends (Special Note: Kudos to
After brunch, half of the group headed back home while the rest of us went on to the traditional shop and gallery stroll portion of the trip. Lots of good (and expensive) stuff to see. And, I wasn’t aware of it before, but the guy working in the David Whitten Gallery was David Whitten. I had seen him in there before, but hadn’t made the connection. He was rather personable. We continued to browse through other galleries and stores but, as it was raining, we cut that short and wound up at the No Name Saloon. By this time, our party had dwindled to four. But that was fine. We had beer and mixed drinks to keep us company. And that was a-okay.
<< rewind <<
As I mentioned (briefly) last night, yesterday included a trip to Happy Valley Utah County. We went to see Art of the Ancient Mediterranean World: Ancient Egypt, Greece and Romeat the Brigham Young University Museum of Art. As I said last night: It was awesome. Easily worth the cost of admission. There were two other exhibits on display: Thoroughly Modern: The New Woman Art Students of Robert Henri and Disenchanted Forest: Contemporary Art by Johnston Foster. These were good, as well.
On the way home from the museum, I stopped at Dr. Volt’s to get my four-color fix. I also picked up a couple of things for Perry.
Last night, a group of us got together and went to see Kung-Fu Hustle. I won’t attempt to describe the movie. I don’t think that I would do it justice. I will say that I had a great time watching it. I think that the twenty (or something close to that) of us who were there had a blast.
> Play >
On the way up to Park City, I decided to read Identity Crisis #1. It came out last year and was the first prelude to a continuity-wide shake up at DC Comics. I’d heard bits and pieces about it, but I hadn’t started collecting again when it came out. But, when I read Countdown to Infinite Crisis last week, I decided to read Identity Crisis.
Wow.
Stories come into being every day.
You see them in newspapers.
Magazines.
Book reports.
Adventures that kids make up.
They are all around us.
Once in a while, a great story comes into being. It isn’t just “written.” It’s “crafted.” It is nurtured along from the most faint of ideas to a blindingly bright beacon (How’s that for alliteration?!) that draws us towards it. Like moths to flames.
Identity Crisis is one of those stories. It took a look at a side of superheroics that is usually taken for granted: Family. What if someone knew who was behind the cape and mask? And what if that person decided to attack the secret identity’s family?
Where do the heroic deeds stop… and where does revenge begin?
In Identity Crisis, we are shown that line. And what it means to cross it.
DC wanted to shake up their universe.
They have done an exemplary job of getting the ball rolling.
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My results:
Move over, Miss Manners
Cell phone users as considerate as you are few and far between in this country of 171.2 million cell phone subscribers. The public appreciates not hearing the intimate details of your date the night before, and the fact that you don’t answer your phone in the company of others does not go unnoticed. You use the environmental settings on your phone so as not to disrupt, you excuse yourself when you need to make or receive an important call, and you talk at a low, unobtrusive level. While not one to draw attention to yourself, be proud. Then politely call or text your family, friends, and coworkers and pass on your cell phone manners knowledge.
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“There’s nothing more dangerous in the DCU than Batman’s arrogance.”

And with that…
Namaste.
Saturday
Quick hit for the day:
Traffic this morning – due to the Salt Lake City Marathon – was ass.
The Mediterranean art exhibit was awesome.
Kung Fu Hustle was a lot of fun.
And now, it’s bedtime.
Tomorrow: Park City.
Namaste.