Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The Ewok Menace

The sickos at Something Awful have a fascinating essay up about Ewoks. Apparently, they are not the cuddly little intergalactic Care Bears we thought they were:

While ewoks are often mawkishly portrayed on film as cute, curious little urchins that live in tree houses and coo adorably, the reality of wild ewoks is an entirely different story. I live near the redwood forests of Northern California, so I’ve been around ewoks all my life; every hike, picnic, or camping trip I’ve ever been on has been marred by their unwelcome presence.
It just gets better from there.

Incidentally, their most recent Photoshop Phriday of doctored comic book covers is great, too. My favorite is the one about the Indians. Which one's your fave?

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Oy Oy Oy! Merry Christmas!

The first 80 percent of this column seems intent on making those who celebrate Christmas -- meaning most Americans -- guilty for completely overwhelming other seasonal holidays, such as, in this case, Hannukah. But it completely redeems itself in the final paragraphs. Go on, read it.

And Merry Christmas.

Only The Best

Who's the best team in the NFL?

The Seahawks made a convincing case today that they are, beating the Colts 28-13.

Both teams are now 13-2 and the Seahawks solidly won the only matchup this year.

Of course there is the inevitable "*", in this case, the fact that Peyton Manning played only one quarter, and the Colts also rested seven other starters, including much of their defense.

My take? Phooey.

The Seahawks kept Manning from finding the end zone on both his drives. And they blocked one field goal, so he was only able to add a measly 3 points to the Colts' scoreboard.

Also, the Seahawks struggled a lot this year with injuries to various starters, and in each case the second-stringer stepped up and performed just as well. The Colts just showed that they have no depth. What's going to happen to those guys are three weeks of bone-rattling playoff games? I'd put the Seahawks benchers against those of Indianapolis any day.

Yes, the Colts were also rattled by the tragic death of head coach Tony Dungy's son last week. They could have turned that into emotional momentum, a "Let's win this for the coach" kind of thing. But they didn't.

The Seahawks should take it easy next week against the Packers, but I sure they hope they win. A 14-2 in Seattle of all places would be amazing.

But getting to Detroit in February means easing back a gear or two in Green Bay, then so be it.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Newsflash!

Blunderford is back, and in fine form.

I thought this was noteworthy enough to blog about, so pop on over and check him out. He's apparently not as hairy as he thinks.

UPDATE: Link fixed. Sorry.

The Decline Of Western Civilization

I don't actually subscribe to the theory that America is a nation in decline. In some areas, yes; in many others, definitely no. Overall, ours in a nation in constant change and flux, but not decline.

But if I was going to point to one this as irrefutable evidence that we are going to hell in a handbasket, this would be it.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Conservatives Hate iPods? Huh.

Clive Thompson, usually a fine chronicler of interesting tech trends, misses a beat with this post, bewilderingly titled "Why Conservatives Hate MP3 Players".

He cites Allan Bloom's opposition to the Walkman, and mentions another conservative writer who recently bemoaned how the proliferation of iPods has seemed to cut people off from one another.

I could also cite Andrew Sullivan and Northwest writer Matt Rosenberg as other conservatives who have gone on the record with their concerns over the gadgets. I'm sure there are plently of other thinkers, even liberal ones, who have varying degrees of concern.

Yes, it is debatable as to whether Andrew Sullivan is a conservative. But in a way, that's my point -- what does Clive mean by "conservative"? Even using some narrow, extreme definition of the word to refer to social conservatives like Pat Robertson, I doubt that many people who describe themselves as conservatives would actually fit the profile of "hating MP3 players". I certainly doubt that either Andrew Sullivan or Matt Rosenberg would go that far.

Things get even weirder in Clive's comments. Take "Steve E", for example:
I wonder if what conservatives are really affraid of is what people choose to listen to. Sure, iPods may cut people off from the external, which means a lot of we're constantly being fed messages to fear or buy or just swallow.

What's worse, is if the message on the iPod (e.g., podcasts, socially-conscious music) is actually antithetical to the alternative message pervassive in the world.

I have said before that people place too much importance on being able to listen to the latest Fitty Cent track at any time. And it's true, that by passifying oneself through constant pop, one may become less aware of the ails of socienty that surround us. But, the message may actually stimulate thought, rather than surpress it, in which case, conservatives should be very, very affraid.
The biggest strawman here is of course the idea that conservatives are all hot and bothered by the idea that *gasp* people are actually listening to the music they want to! Whenever they want! And, wouldn't you know it, some of that music is performed by filthy hippies! Again, apart from some knuckle-draggers like Pat Robertson, I can't think of many people who actually think like this.

Also, the concept of portable music did not magically materialize with the appearance of the iPod. As Clive's piece notes, personal audio players have been around for 20 years. People have been able to make mix tapes (or, more recently, CDs) and play them at home, in the car, at the gym, etc. Why would anyone suddenly start hating this practice just because there's a convenient new format for it?

Sadly, Clive also goes off the deep end with a reply:
Amazing conversation here!

Yeah, the question of personal choice has long bedeviled modern social conservatives -- in their minds, it's tied inextricably to the emergence of limp-wristed hippie relativism, feminism, abortion (via the idea of a constitutional right to privacy), and pretty much anything else they don't like. So it's perhaps not that surprising that they'd be annoyed by any technology in which choice is the major marketing point.
Okay, I don't really consider myself conservative, but for the sake of this argument, let's say I am. I also know that a big chunk of my vast and highly intelligent readership is conservative. How many of you hate MP3 players? How many of you own an MP3 player? Does anyone hate hate the idea of personal choice, especially personal choice in music players?

Also, liberals are behind plenty of movements to restrict choice of various kinds. Seattle just passed a referendum to ban smoking not only in bars, restaurants and other private businesses, but also within 25 feet of any door, window or ventilation opening. Liberals are the most vociferous opponents of educational policies such as school vouchers and charter schools meant to give parents more choice in what kind of education their kids get.

This whole rant is not meant to pick on Clive. He's one of the best tech journalists out there, and I will read anything he writes, precisely because he's original, thoughtful and thought-provoking. But this whole line that "conservatives hate MP3 players because they hate the idea of free choice" is just a bizarre liberal fantasy with zero resemblance to reality.

Oh, so where do I stand on MP3 players? I own two, a 20-Gb Rio Karma and a 256-Mb Rio Cali. I love them both, and I constantly listen to my music on the way to and from work. I was firmly against the idea that they in any way isolated me from society or made me inaccessible to my fellow citizens.

That is, until about two weeks ago.

I was taking the BART -- the Bay Area's light rail system -- for the first time from our new apartment. I had my headphones on and was checking out the route map figuring out which train to take. Just as I had worked it out and was turning to leave, a bearded man in a hat and jacket came up and said something to me that I couldn't quite make out through my music. "Jeez," I thought. "Another panhandler." I shook my head brusquely, turned and left. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy walk back to the corner of the station, where he was selling newspapers. Only then did his words filter through to my brain: "Can I help you find a train?"

I agree with Clive wholeheartedly that music can imbue a scene with another layer of depth and meaning. I can clearly recall, just days after seeing the original "The Matrix", walking the streets of downtown LA with that soundtrack playing (on my Intel Pocket Concert MP3 player, incidentally) and feeling like I was totally on another plane of reality and could bend spoons and all that shit. I love having the perfect song right at my fingertips. It really is like having a soundtrack to my life.

But in this case, a kind man tried to help me, but because I was so absorbed in my own zone, sensory organs focused inward, I was extremely rude and probably hurtful. What if my actions caused this guy to think, "Ah screw it, if people are going to be so rude, I'm not going to offer to help any more." That little incident changed my listening habits profoundly. I now only put on the headphones when I am walking and unlikely to be approached. They come off when I enter the train station, my office building, or even a Starbucks.

As with so many alluring things in this day and age -- video games, movies, uh, porn -- it's all about moderation. The real test, be you liberal, conservative, or anything in between, is are you going to define your playlists, or are they going to define you?

Colts? Bring 'Em On!

I've said it here before and I'll say it again: How 'bout them 'Hawks?

Next week will see the Colts come to Seattle in what many say could be a Super Bowl preview. I rather expect the Seahawks to lose, actually, but I might be wrong.

First, the Colts just lost their first game of the season. That has to deflate some players and rob them of the momentum they will need to beat a scrappy team like Seattle. They showed even they have their weaknesses, and Seattle will be smelling blood. That brings me to point number two:

The Seahawks did not lose. In fact, they have now won 10 straight -- a club record. They are 12-2, and would have the same record as the Colts but for one game. The players are all in top form. On Sunday, Alexander had about 180 yards rushing and another TD. Hasselbeck was 21 for 27 with more than 280 yards passing, a trio of TDs and no interceptions. The receivers all stepped up and made big plays. Not a single team has scored more points than Seattle's 407.

Third, the Colts matchup will be in Seattle's Qwest Field. It is impossible to overstate how pumped up this crowd will be. This team is the best Seattle has fielded in 21 years. Seattle also has a reputation for noise. The concrete Kingdom was one of the loudest stadiums in the nation before it was blowed up. I remember in the '80s the booth guys showing the decible meter regularly hitting around 105-110. Qwest Field is open-air, but it holds more people and is apparently still quite loud. Expect Seattle's 12th man to be a major factor in the upcoming game.

It should be quite a show.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Coffee

It's been a while since I linked to Canned Coffee, but you really need to head over there right now and read the latest Coffee Monday by a chap named Dan Kennedy. High-larious.

UPDATE: Now with a working link!

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Snooping

The New York Times seemed to have chosen the worst of both worlds by waiting a year to run the story on the NSA domestic snooping.

Those who support the administration will cry foul for them running the story at all.

Those who don't support Bush will see the delay as evidence that even The Times is an administration lapdog.

Of course, if I were writing a sensational news story about how the media were all against Bush, I might say that the timing of this report raises questions.

After all, they sat on it for a year, and just happen to decide it's time to run it as Bush has started vociferously defending the war and as Iraq has a stunningly open and violence-free election, both of which have helped the president in the polls? Hmmmm....

All I need is an anonymous source to confirm this hunch, and we're good to go.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

What's Worse Than War?

Dave at Garfield Ridge recently had a good post about how an American defeat in Iraq is unacceptable. (I can't link to the post because his site appears down).

I am re-reading John C. Wright's The Golden Age trilogy, which is some of the most mind-blowing sci-fi I've read in a long time. I just started the second volume, The Phoenix Exultant, and came across a passage that summed up Dave's argument.

In the book, the main character Phaethon is talking to the very last remnant of the Bellipotent Composition, once a powerful, warlike mass-mind that ruled much of Earth.
Phaethon stepped over to the hatch, but turned, and spoke over his shoulder. "You said there was one thing even worse than war, a thing so terrible that even war is tolerable by contrast. What is it?"

"Defeat."

You Can't Find Me

Because I'm lost. Lost in "Lost", that is. What a cool show. We just started watching the first season on DVD and were completely hooked by the end of Disc 1.

I like how the focus of the show is the fight for survival and the social dynamics of this group under severe stress, yet there's this supernatural thread running through the background. It's not in your face, like in "The X-Files" or whatnot, but it's there and it's deployed just enough to make things creepy once in a while. It's neat how each episode delves into the history of one of the characters.

The acting overall is pretty good, though Matthew Fox, the guy who plays Jack, has yet to fully grow into the role. He's just not yet believable as a spinal surgeon.

Evangeline Lilly as Kate provides the chief sex factor, but her character is actually quite interesting and I think she comes across as believable and sympathetic.

The real intriguing characters, however, are Locke, played by Terry O'Quinn, and Sawyer, played by Josh Holloway. The flashback sequences for these two have been the most gripping and mind-blowing. Great writing and pacing for those two episodes. I definitely look forward to learning more about them.

My main question though, is: where the hell did that polar bear come from?

Merry Effin' Christmas

If you didn't already feel bad enough about participating in the orgy of consumerism that is a modern Christmas, here's a report from a bunch of Scrooges Down Under that should do the trick:

SYDNEY, Dec 15 (Reuters) - Christmas is damaging the environment, says a new report by the Australian Conservation Foundation.

The report titled "The Hidden Cost of Christmas" calculated the environmental impact of spending on books, clothes, alcohol, electrical appliances and lollies during the festive season.
The horror. I can't even imagine how many spotted owls Christmas lollies have killed over the years.
Every dollar Australians spend on new clothes as gifts consumes four gallons of water and requires 37 sq feet of land in the manufacturing process, it said.
What about every dollar they spend on new clothes that aren't gifts? Or which are birthday gifts?
Water that would approximately fill 42,000 Olympic-sized swimming pools was used in the production of Christmas drinks last December -- most was used to grow barley for beer and grapes for wine.
That's it? I would have thought that each Aussie would have sucked down a swimming pool's worth of beer, mulled wine and eggnog during the holidays. You're telling me it's only 42,000 worth? Doesn't sound too bad to me.

Now get a load of their chief humbug:
"If your bank account is straining under the pressure of Christmas shopping, spare a thought for our environment," Don Henry, the foundation's executive director, said in a statement.

"It's paying for our Christmas presents with water, land, air and resources. These costs are hidden in the products we buy."
You know what? I spend the other 364 days of the year worrying about the environment. I try to save gas, recycle, buy organic when I can afford it, and whatnot. This time of year I'm more concerned about spending time with my family and making sure my kid is happy. That doesn't imply that I'll run out and buy him the Old Growth Redwood Lincoln Log set or the Li'l Polluter's Industrial Chemistry Kit, but it does mean that I'm going to be buying some toys. Probably even ones made out of non-degradable plastics.
The report said that gifts like DVD players and coffee makers generated 780,000 tonnes of greenhouse pollution, even before they were unwrapped and used. A third was due to fuel consumption during production.

Even a box of A$30 chocolates or lollies this Christmas will consume 44 pounds of natural materials and 940 litres 207 gallons of water.
Okay, I'm calling bullshit on that one. Please tell me how 44 pounds of natural materials and more than five bathtubs of water to make.
"We can all tread more lightly on the earth this Christmas by eating, drinking and giving gifts in moderation, and by giving gifts with a low environmental cost, such as vouchers for services, tickets to entertainment, memberships to gyms, museums or sports clubs, and donations to charities," said Henry.
Right. Hey, Number One Son, I know you're only four and you really wanted that Ripped Pants Spongebob, but you'll definitely enjoy this service voucher a lot more. And you, Oriental Wife, I know it would have been sweet to get you that 61-key USB music keyboard for your Mac, but you really need to be hitting the gym instead. Merry Christmas.

The lesson to remember here kids is: every time you buy a present, you make the baby Jesus cry.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

The Hazards Of Online Dating

You know how you might start chatting up a girl online, and she sounds totally hot, and you really hit it off, and when, after six months, you guys finally agree to meet, you see her standing there and she's wearing a hot pink top and really tight pants and you totally start sprouting wood and then you realize she's your mom?

I hate when that happens.

It's A Miracle!

Step aside, Mother Mary, there's a new apparition in town, and he doesn't want you anywhere near his toast!

Thanks to Robert of Backroad Blog for the link.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Football!

Gawd DAMN, how 'bout them Seahawks?

Saturday, December 10, 2005

I'm So Glad

So I see in the past week news out of China:

1) Toxic chemical slick shuts off water to biggest city in the northeast

2) Police shoot and kill around two dozen protesters. The government defends this

3) China says Japan is solely to blame for their diplomatic impasse

I can't say I'm sad to have left.

Are Chaps Involved?

Best line overheard on Friday:

"So, are you going to see 'Brokeback Mountain' this weekend? Or are you going to live it?"

Monday, December 05, 2005

Got Game

Holy Crap, the Seahawks actually beat the Eagles on Monday Night Football.

Actually, the Seahawks didn't beat the Eagles so much as crush them, drive them before them and listen to the lamentations of their women.

42-0. Three offensive TDs and three defensive TDs. The Seahawks are now 10-2, the second-best record behind the Colts. No other team is 10-2. I can't wait for the Seahawks-Colts matchup on Christmas Eve.

Of course, I missed this game, too.

Turns out that in the move, the cable jack on our TV got snapped off. Oh well. This gives me an excuse to upgrade to an HDTV. But I'm waiting for a good deal to show up on Craigslist.

My plans to get regular score updates via the Internet didn't pan out either. I came home to find my wireless network completely hosed. I restarted and reset everything and nothing worked. I dragged cables halfway across the apartment to reconfigure the router, which maddeningly refused to cooperate. Got on the phone to Comcast and, magically, was quickly put in touch with a technician who knew what he was talking about.

The culprit? Norton Security. Apparently it can just decide to go all psycho batshit on a network and decide to block everything. The Comcast guy said it happens all the time, and when I disabled it, my connection came back up. I've hopefully got it configured to deal with the network on civil terms.

Anyway, it was a nice surprise to get up and running again, and the first Web site I checked was NFL.com.

42-0. Amazing.

Public Space

Jennifer Aniston is suing a photographer who snapped some photos of her topless in her backyard. I'm not going to parse the legalities of this whole thing and debate privacy rights except to say that I would probably pay some money to see Rachel, I mean Jen, with her shirt off. But a couple funny things struck me about this story.
Aniston, who has been the subject of a tabloid frenzy since her split with husband Brad Pitt earlier this year, settled a lawsuit with two men's magazines over topless photos in 2002.

In that lawsuit, the actress contended that paparazzi scaled a neighbor's wall to snap photos of her reclining in her backyard, wearing only her panties.
Okay, so you narrowly avoided public embarassment once before, and you now know that paparazzi are staking out your backyard. And yet you still go around with your knockers hanging out, and then act surprised when someone takes pictures? You must be shocked, shocked.

Then there's the paparazzi:
The photographer, Peter Brandt, told Reuters that he had not yet been served with the lawsuit but believed he obtained the pictures legally from a public sidewalk -- not on Aniston's property -- and had not yet sold any of them.

"I've been in this business for 25 years and I don't do anything illegal," he said. "I was 300 yards away and anybody on that hillside could have seen her."
That's right, she was obviously totally flaunting it. I mean, anyone who had happened to walk by just that spot -- with a $10,000 telephoto camera lens -- could have seen it, too. Sheesh.

Dream Job

Bored of your job? Got some home equity looking for a higher return, or perhaps a few friends to pool some cash?

Perfect, because now you can buy an entire porn company on eBay.

What's not to like? The company is debt-free, comes with all the camera and editing gear, plus some valuable IP in the form of archive footage and photo shoots, a deal with Playboy XM Radio, and established relationships with all your favorite adult stars.

Just thought you all should know of this exciting career opportunity.

Friday, December 02, 2005

I'm Live

Xbox Live, that is. Finally got the online hookup.

This is for the original Xbox, not the 360 of course.

Still, I look forward to fragging some asses on "Halo 2" or "Rainbow Six".

Anyone out there on Live who wants to hook up, my gamertag is "Bittermelon".

Thursday, December 01, 2005

What Allies?

Get a load of this news story that says a couple U.S. allies in Iraq plan to pull out next year.

Huh. We have allies in Iraq?

Because, I could have sworn that over the past couple years, the loudest refrain was that the U.S. invaded Iraq "unilaterally" and that what allies we did have were insignificant.

But now we have news of a "crumbling coalition". Go figure.

The Cable Guys

I had cable TV and Internet installed yesterday. Well, installed is a strong word. Comcast started taking my money, but I haven't watched one second of television or surfed one single Web page.

The TV part is my own fault. It turns out that the cable input on the TV we had in storage here somehow got ripped out. It can no longer accept a cable signal. This means only one thing: upgrade time!

But the Internet downtime is starting to iritate me like a canned coffee review. The night they activated it, they handed me all the hardware and said, "Here you go, but you can't install it tonight because the system is down". That's it. The system was down. No ETA, no explanation.

So tonight I fire up the kick-ass HP Pavillion, the new one with the insane 64-bit dual core Athlon, and set about going through the Comcast setup wizard. It checks for connectivity. No connectivity. I do all the standard computers for dummies stuff: check the cables, reboot, make sure the hardware is working properly. A-OK my end.

I call Comcast and am surprised to be connected to someone who purports to be a live human being after only about five minutes and 10 menu selections. He says that the installation software can sometimes just not work for no reason. Oh. Good to know. He also says that he can set me up over the phone, but then he looks and says that he can't because, guess what, their registration system is down. At least this guy tells me why (regular maintenance) and gives an ETA (an hour).

So how am I typing this? Well, in an inspired move, I picked up a bargain wireless card for the kick-ass HP. I'm currently freeloading on someone else's waves. Cool.