Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Getting Better All The Time
I hate to gloat about how my day was, lest the proverbial other shoe drops, but none the less…
After getting out of work a little early I laid down for a quick nap then decided to takes me a spin on El Fantasma (that’s the new name for the road bike). I stepped outside to a beautiful day. When I left it was around 58 but it got up to 63 very quickly.
It was a good ride. Since I hadn’t had a chance to get out in the past few weeks I assumed I’d do a leisurely, slow ride around a small, six mile loop that I reserve for such days. Yet, for whatever reason I took a left instead of a right and did a whole new loop that I’d never done before. I wasn’t even sure if it would turn out to be a loop, but I just kept making turns that seemed like they would lead me in the right direction. All said I went 11.5 miles in just under an hour. Not a great feat of endurance by any means, but I was hardly tired and toughly enjoyed every mile.
Tomorrow I have the day off. I gotta drive to Jackson to get my teeth cleaned in the a.m. (about an hour’s drive) but then I get home to what should be 68 degrees with some cloud cover.
Ahhh, brilliant.
I’m not sure, but I’m hoping I can break out the short sleeve jersey for the first time this year.
What’s more, on the side of the road I saw a small patch of yellow crocuses in bloom already. Spring’s right around the corner y’all.
After getting out of work a little early I laid down for a quick nap then decided to takes me a spin on El Fantasma (that’s the new name for the road bike). I stepped outside to a beautiful day. When I left it was around 58 but it got up to 63 very quickly.
It was a good ride. Since I hadn’t had a chance to get out in the past few weeks I assumed I’d do a leisurely, slow ride around a small, six mile loop that I reserve for such days. Yet, for whatever reason I took a left instead of a right and did a whole new loop that I’d never done before. I wasn’t even sure if it would turn out to be a loop, but I just kept making turns that seemed like they would lead me in the right direction. All said I went 11.5 miles in just under an hour. Not a great feat of endurance by any means, but I was hardly tired and toughly enjoyed every mile.
Tomorrow I have the day off. I gotta drive to Jackson to get my teeth cleaned in the a.m. (about an hour’s drive) but then I get home to what should be 68 degrees with some cloud cover.
Ahhh, brilliant.
I’m not sure, but I’m hoping I can break out the short sleeve jersey for the first time this year.
What’s more, on the side of the road I saw a small patch of yellow crocuses in bloom already. Spring’s right around the corner y’all.
Monday, February 27, 2006
…And I Think To Myself, What A Wonderful World
I’m sure you’ve heard about it already, or perhaps just read about it in the paper. Either way it’s one of those things that reminds us why we as a people are, at our base, inherently good.
This is why I love sports.
Below is a link, click it and then look to the right of your screen for a video link titled “Autistic Teen’s Hoop Dreams.”
CLICK HERE FOR THE LINK
I’m not so proud to say that I got pretty choked up watching this… you know, forget that, the damn thing made me cry.
I suppose I could go on and on, pointing out the finer things that comprise its whole (like his quote “I was hot as a pistol” damn, that floored me) but it really just speaks for itself. So instead I’ll leave you with the words of Jason’s mother, who has a future as a poet-
"This is the first moment Jason has ever succeeded (and could be) proud of himself," reflects Debbie McElwain. "I look at autism as the Berlin Wall, and he cracked it."
This is why I love sports.
Below is a link, click it and then look to the right of your screen for a video link titled “Autistic Teen’s Hoop Dreams.”
CLICK HERE FOR THE LINK
I’m not so proud to say that I got pretty choked up watching this… you know, forget that, the damn thing made me cry.
I suppose I could go on and on, pointing out the finer things that comprise its whole (like his quote “I was hot as a pistol” damn, that floored me) but it really just speaks for itself. So instead I’ll leave you with the words of Jason’s mother, who has a future as a poet-
"This is the first moment Jason has ever succeeded (and could be) proud of himself," reflects Debbie McElwain. "I look at autism as the Berlin Wall, and he cracked it."
Light At The End Of The Tunnel
For the first time in about three weeks I stopped, or at least drastically cut back on, my coughing (hey, got any thing to stop this coffin’ – old joke, I’ll tell ya later).
In addition, it’s like 52 degrees outside and getting warmer every day. Tomorrow will be the last day of February which means Spring is pretty much here. I’m not sure why, but even in the cold of March, the days seem warmer at that same temperature than if it were to happen in say, November. The very word “March” just seems so Springy.
Anyway, I didn’t go riding after work today, I wanted to give my body one more day of recuperating before I went out, plus I got very little sleep last night so I’m pretty drained.
52 may seem a little cold to ride in, but I was doing it at 35-37 so the 50’s will seem like the tropics.
Man I can’t wait ‘till April.
In addition, it’s like 52 degrees outside and getting warmer every day. Tomorrow will be the last day of February which means Spring is pretty much here. I’m not sure why, but even in the cold of March, the days seem warmer at that same temperature than if it were to happen in say, November. The very word “March” just seems so Springy.
Anyway, I didn’t go riding after work today, I wanted to give my body one more day of recuperating before I went out, plus I got very little sleep last night so I’m pretty drained.
52 may seem a little cold to ride in, but I was doing it at 35-37 so the 50’s will seem like the tropics.
Man I can’t wait ‘till April.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
The Amazing Thing About This Post Is That I'm Somehow Still A Repbulican
Well it’s nice to know things in Iraq are going back to normal.
Violence despite curfewThe continued tensions prompted the government to extend until Monday morning a ban on all vehicle traffic in Baghdad, which has been under a virtually complete lockdown since Thursday night. All travel between provinces also was barred, but the curfew was lifted in areas outside Baghdad and pedestrians will be allowed to move in Baghdad on Sunday.
Well, at least the people of Iraq are free from dictatorship and murder.
The Baghdad curfew was lifted for two hours at 6 p.m. Saturday, and the streets briefly filled with people rushing to buy bread and other supplies.But the security clampdown did not prevent fresh attacks in which at least 45 people died, many of them Shiites or members of the Shiite-controlled police forces, raising fears that Sunnis are starting to strike back after the wave of retaliatory attacks against Sunnis after the bombing of the Shiite shrine.
You know how when you spend a lot of money on a good or service, you kind of want to see some results of that? Take my Dad for instance, he pays for this housekeeper to come every week or so, and she does a pretty good job, but the pictures in his house are always crooked. She never straightens them. This would drive me up the wall. If I’m paying you to make my house look nice, then make my house look nice. Same thing when I go out to dinner, I’m all for tipping but you better make damn sure my drink never runs out. I’m spending money and I expect results.
So, lets say you’re spending $251 BILLION (per year mind you) dollars on something. Now that’s billion with a ‘b’ – that’s the worth of 251 Oprahs. Wouldn’t you want to see some results?
Nothing’s changed in Iraq. What are we spending the money on? Would things be any worse if we just packed up and left? Probably not.
Don’t give me that ‘the people in Iraq need us’ crap either. If we were that concerned about them we wouldn’t have left them hung out to dry 12 years ago. Bush (Sr.) told the people of Iraq to rise up against Saddam; they thought they’d have his support. They didn’t and they were slaughtered.
So, the bottom line is that Iraq is pretty much in a civil war, we are making no progress, and we’re spending a crap-load of money to do it. You know if the Democrats ran some sort of social program with these results the Republicans would be up in arms, the mentality- Everyone needs to learn to fend for themselves (unless you have a bunch of oil).
0 For 5
Ah, aint it a shame.
Like I said, ya just don’t mess with Lance.
Not only did Bode NOT win anything, but he did it in superbly bad fasion. He didn’t even come close. Then, to make himself seem even more like a complete dick, he tried to blow it off by acting like he didn’t care, only in some sort of “I’m way to cool” kind of way.
Yep, he says he was too busy partying to bother with Gold Medals.
Nope. I don’t buy it. My take is that he’s just too much of a pussy to admit he’s, well, a pussy.
Like I said, ya just don’t mess with Lance.
Not only did Bode NOT win anything, but he did it in superbly bad fasion. He didn’t even come close. Then, to make himself seem even more like a complete dick, he tried to blow it off by acting like he didn’t care, only in some sort of “I’m way to cool” kind of way.
“Me, it’s been an awesome two weeks,” Miller said. “I got to party and socialize at an Olympic level.”
Yep, he says he was too busy partying to bother with Gold Medals.
Nope. I don’t buy it. My take is that he’s just too much of a pussy to admit he’s, well, a pussy.
…And On The Military Front
You know, I don’t even know how or where to begin commenting on this, so I’ll just ask you to click HERE.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Here’s To You Mr. Fife
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Random Images From The Vault
Alas Poor Bonk Bonk, For I Knew Ye Well
It’s amazing the lies you’ll believe as long as you really want to.
When I was in college my roommate and life-long buddy Kent and I decided it would be a great idea to get a dog.
Sure, we were perpetually drunk. Sure we were never at home. Sure we lived in a trailer with no yard for a dog to run in. Sure said trailer park prohibited dogs.
Still, it was a great idea.
So, we had in mind some sort of little terrier-type dog that we would teach to jump over stuff and catch Frisbees in front of the girls sunbathing at the quads, and we’d name him Buster, or Buddy, or something like that. We went to the pound, lied about our living conditions and picked up exactly what we were looking for- a mixed rat terrier named Buddy. The lady at the shelter told us that as new owners it was a good idea to change the name, thus- became Bonkers.
Bonks was a kick ass dog. He did some truly amazing things. For one, he was a chick magnet. On the rare occasion when girls would stop by for pre-bars, he wouldn’t jump up on them and (to their disgust) start licking (trust me, it doesn’t work) he’d instead just meekly sit on their lap, hold out his paws and give them a sweet little hug.
Money, this dog was pure money.
He was also a fantastic singer. You know how whenever you’re with a group of friends and you’re all drinking and (inevitably) Billy Joel’s “Piano Man” comes on and every one has to sing? Well the amazing Bonkers did just that. When the harmonica part started he would just point up his nose and howl like the Easterly Winds.
…And he was smart. Maybe, to smart.
I’ve had three dogs in my life and they’ve all done some amazing things, but this story takes the cake-
Kent and I were getting ready to go out one Saturday night, Kent was a little hungry so he dialed up Dominoes and got an extra large. That was always the plan; eat half before you go out and the other half when you get back. Anyway, half an extra large is quite a bit; as a matter of fact I had a piece or two because he couldn’t fit all of one half in his stomach.
We then go out for a few hours and come back very drunk and very hungry- only to find our pizza was gone.
Huh?
We actually thought someone broke in, ate our pizza, took no valuables, locked the door behind them, and left.
Here’s what this dog did- First he got up on the end table. Then he opened the pizza box without causing it to fall off the table, or with the aid of opposable thumbs. Then he ate ALL the pizza. This was a little dog, about the size of that “Frazer” dog. His stomach was probably the size of golf ball, yet he somehow managed to fit half an extra large Domino’s in his belly. Then lastly (and here’s the truly amazing part)- when he finished HE CLOSED THE BOX.
I was dumbfounded. We looked for hours for a hiding place where he could have stashed the rest of the pizza, but found nothing. We thought about who had the keys or the gumption to break in and eat half a pizza, but Dave had been with us the whole time.Amazing.
Well, after two years Kent went on to UGA Law and I moved in the fraternity house. We decided it was a good idea to give Bonks to Kent’s mom and dad (Dottie and Larry). They had just bought a farm and they always seemed to like the little guy anyway. Besides, what kind of human would deny a dog a chance to go live on a farm? That’s like denying a 16 year old a chance to live at the Playboy mansion.
Bonkers loved it. His brain power shined through even more than before. He could tell time, no kidding. Larry would sometimes stay out in the fields a little long and put himself in jeopardy of being late for supper, but Bonks knew better and would head back to the house on his own if Larry didn’t take him back. I’m told it got to the point where Larry wouldn’t even wear his watch because he didn’t need to.
Even for a little guy he was great at keeping deer and other varmints out of the corn, but was always best at keeping your feet warm on a cold winter’s night.
I think it’s safe to say that Bonkers had one of the best lives in the history of dogs. In a true Orphan Annie form he started as an orphan, abandoned at a young age, found by two worldly, fun loving caregivers, and settled down in his version of paradise.
I say all this because yesterday I got a letter from Dottie. Bonkers passed away early last Friday, he was 17. There’s a tree at the farm that Larry would park under on hot days for shade, Bonks would lay there for hours, keeping an eye on things. Larry buried him there around sunset.
Dottie (Kent’s mom) took the time to type up a nice little obituary for him, and I’d like to share it with all of you.
This was truly a great pooch.
Bonkers “Bonkie” Lawrence passed away Friday, February 17th 2006 at his home surrounded by his adoptive parents. Bonk was born in 1989 but was abandoned by his parents at an early age. He was rescued by a group of college students and lived at Town and Country Mobile Park in Carbondale for several years. Bonk did not graduate from SIU but did obtain a great wealth of knowledge during his college years. His chosen profession was that of a food connoisseur, specializing in the pizza line. In 1994 he was adopted by Larry and Dottie Lawrence and moved to Marion. He resided in Marion until his passing.
He is survived by no known relatives but will be missed by a large number of close friends. His favorite things were sleeping, farming and hunting deer.
Private graveside services were held on Friday. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Jackson County Humane Shelter in Carbondale Illinois.
When I was in college my roommate and life-long buddy Kent and I decided it would be a great idea to get a dog.
Sure, we were perpetually drunk. Sure we were never at home. Sure we lived in a trailer with no yard for a dog to run in. Sure said trailer park prohibited dogs.
Still, it was a great idea.
So, we had in mind some sort of little terrier-type dog that we would teach to jump over stuff and catch Frisbees in front of the girls sunbathing at the quads, and we’d name him Buster, or Buddy, or something like that. We went to the pound, lied about our living conditions and picked up exactly what we were looking for- a mixed rat terrier named Buddy. The lady at the shelter told us that as new owners it was a good idea to change the name, thus- became Bonkers.
Bonks was a kick ass dog. He did some truly amazing things. For one, he was a chick magnet. On the rare occasion when girls would stop by for pre-bars, he wouldn’t jump up on them and (to their disgust) start licking (trust me, it doesn’t work) he’d instead just meekly sit on their lap, hold out his paws and give them a sweet little hug.
Money, this dog was pure money.
He was also a fantastic singer. You know how whenever you’re with a group of friends and you’re all drinking and (inevitably) Billy Joel’s “Piano Man” comes on and every one has to sing? Well the amazing Bonkers did just that. When the harmonica part started he would just point up his nose and howl like the Easterly Winds.
…And he was smart. Maybe, to smart.
I’ve had three dogs in my life and they’ve all done some amazing things, but this story takes the cake-
Kent and I were getting ready to go out one Saturday night, Kent was a little hungry so he dialed up Dominoes and got an extra large. That was always the plan; eat half before you go out and the other half when you get back. Anyway, half an extra large is quite a bit; as a matter of fact I had a piece or two because he couldn’t fit all of one half in his stomach.
We then go out for a few hours and come back very drunk and very hungry- only to find our pizza was gone.
Huh?
We actually thought someone broke in, ate our pizza, took no valuables, locked the door behind them, and left.
Here’s what this dog did- First he got up on the end table. Then he opened the pizza box without causing it to fall off the table, or with the aid of opposable thumbs. Then he ate ALL the pizza. This was a little dog, about the size of that “Frazer” dog. His stomach was probably the size of golf ball, yet he somehow managed to fit half an extra large Domino’s in his belly. Then lastly (and here’s the truly amazing part)- when he finished HE CLOSED THE BOX.
I was dumbfounded. We looked for hours for a hiding place where he could have stashed the rest of the pizza, but found nothing. We thought about who had the keys or the gumption to break in and eat half a pizza, but Dave had been with us the whole time.Amazing.
Well, after two years Kent went on to UGA Law and I moved in the fraternity house. We decided it was a good idea to give Bonks to Kent’s mom and dad (Dottie and Larry). They had just bought a farm and they always seemed to like the little guy anyway. Besides, what kind of human would deny a dog a chance to go live on a farm? That’s like denying a 16 year old a chance to live at the Playboy mansion.
Bonkers loved it. His brain power shined through even more than before. He could tell time, no kidding. Larry would sometimes stay out in the fields a little long and put himself in jeopardy of being late for supper, but Bonks knew better and would head back to the house on his own if Larry didn’t take him back. I’m told it got to the point where Larry wouldn’t even wear his watch because he didn’t need to.
Even for a little guy he was great at keeping deer and other varmints out of the corn, but was always best at keeping your feet warm on a cold winter’s night.
I think it’s safe to say that Bonkers had one of the best lives in the history of dogs. In a true Orphan Annie form he started as an orphan, abandoned at a young age, found by two worldly, fun loving caregivers, and settled down in his version of paradise.
I say all this because yesterday I got a letter from Dottie. Bonkers passed away early last Friday, he was 17. There’s a tree at the farm that Larry would park under on hot days for shade, Bonks would lay there for hours, keeping an eye on things. Larry buried him there around sunset.
Dottie (Kent’s mom) took the time to type up a nice little obituary for him, and I’d like to share it with all of you.
This was truly a great pooch.
Bonkers “Bonkie” Lawrence passed away Friday, February 17th 2006 at his home surrounded by his adoptive parents. Bonk was born in 1989 but was abandoned by his parents at an early age. He was rescued by a group of college students and lived at Town and Country Mobile Park in Carbondale for several years. Bonk did not graduate from SIU but did obtain a great wealth of knowledge during his college years. His chosen profession was that of a food connoisseur, specializing in the pizza line. In 1994 he was adopted by Larry and Dottie Lawrence and moved to Marion. He resided in Marion until his passing.
He is survived by no known relatives but will be missed by a large number of close friends. His favorite things were sleeping, farming and hunting deer.
Private graveside services were held on Friday. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Jackson County Humane Shelter in Carbondale Illinois.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
As If My Opinion Mattered
A while back I posted about how Tori Amos’ “Little Earthquakes” was one of those rare recordings where I liked every song. There are a few others and in the case you’re interested, here they are.
Feel free to comment your list as well.
Nine Inch Nails- Pretty Hate Machine
Did you know this is over 20 years old? Doesn’t sound like it huh? Trent is such a freaking genius, and he’s got the narcissism to prove it. Released during a time when the music industry was dying for something to replace hair metal, and grunge had yet to be discovered, Trent opened our eyes. Well, actually Ministry, Skinny Puppy et all opened our eyes but the whole Wax Trax gang opted not to be bought out. Trent knew a good deal when he saw it and took it all for himself. I don’t think he ever compromised so I can’t say as if I blame him.
Kate Bush- The Whole Story
I’m not sure if a ‘Greatest Hit’s should really qualify, but it’s my list and I’ll do what I damn well please. Kate’s the precursor to Tori and those like her. She’s an amazing talent that really set the standard for controlling her own art. Hey Madonna, a thank you would be nice.
Radiohead- OK Computer
Take one song out of this recording and it just doesn’t work. Put simply, it’s one of the most perfect things I’ve ever listened to.
Faith No More- The Real Thing
Faith No More- Angel Dust
The strange thing is that I’m not like a huge Faith No More fan or anything, yet they’ve made my list twice. Also strange is that these albums were released back to back and they really don’t sound all that similar. I think that un-similarity really speaks volumes about the band’s creativity. I dug The Real Thing because it was one of those albums that MTV wasn’t sure what to do with. Do the videos go on Headbanger’s Ball or 120 minutes? If memory serves, they put them on both. If you ever thought that Korn came up with that sound of there’s, listen to Angel Dust and you’ll change your mind.
The Beatles- Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Um, it’s Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. If you need further explanation I must ask you to leave this page and never return.
Robert Plant- Now and Zen
I’m not sure why, I just like every song.
Afro-Celt Soundsystem- Volume 3, Further in Time
Um, it’s considered world music that features a mixture of African and Celtic influences with a electronic backbeat. For whatever reason John Paul Jones is a big part of this (he was always my favorite member of Zeppelin anyway) and he makes it work. It’s not for everyone, but me really digs it.
Led Zeppelin- In Through the Out Door
Huh? It’s not Ruins? Sacrilege.
As I just stated, John Paul Jones was always my favorite member of Zeppelin and you can tell he had a pretty big hand in this. It takes a while to get over “Hot Dog” but, like “Rocky Raccoon” it’ll tend to grow on ya.
Shakria- Laundry Service
I am a pussy.
Not sure why, even without looking at her I love just about every song this woman has released. No apologies, me likes what me likes and me loves me Shakira.
(man am I gonna catch hell for this one)
Boston- Boston
This aint one of the best selling debut albums of all time for ‘nothin. Granted, this album is even before MY time, but none the less it’s really, really good. When you listen to it you’ll find that they found the perfect formula for guitar-driven, arena rock. Sub-fast tempos, nice mixes of 3/4 and 4/4 times, no crazy chord changes (not just per song, but through the whole thing) and jam sessions just long enough to get you going, but not long enough to bore you.
It’s the kind of thing you can only do once, after the second album it gets pretty old. I’ll have to say I dig these songs and will never hold back in saying so.
Now that’s all I can think of for now. I’m also working on a ‘guilty pleasures’ post, but my head’s starting to knock me out again so I think I’ll slime my way back into bed and watch some winter sports that are of little or no interest to me.
Go USA.
Feel free to comment your list as well.
Nine Inch Nails- Pretty Hate MachineDid you know this is over 20 years old? Doesn’t sound like it huh? Trent is such a freaking genius, and he’s got the narcissism to prove it. Released during a time when the music industry was dying for something to replace hair metal, and grunge had yet to be discovered, Trent opened our eyes. Well, actually Ministry, Skinny Puppy et all opened our eyes but the whole Wax Trax gang opted not to be bought out. Trent knew a good deal when he saw it and took it all for himself. I don’t think he ever compromised so I can’t say as if I blame him.
Kate Bush- The Whole StoryI’m not sure if a ‘Greatest Hit’s should really qualify, but it’s my list and I’ll do what I damn well please. Kate’s the precursor to Tori and those like her. She’s an amazing talent that really set the standard for controlling her own art. Hey Madonna, a thank you would be nice.
Radiohead- OK ComputerTake one song out of this recording and it just doesn’t work. Put simply, it’s one of the most perfect things I’ve ever listened to.
Faith No More- The Real ThingFaith No More- Angel Dust
The strange thing is that I’m not like a huge Faith No More fan or anything, yet they’ve made my list twice. Also strange is that these albums were released back to back and they really don’t sound all that similar. I think that un-similarity really speaks volumes about the band’s creativity. I dug The Real Thing because it was one of those albums that MTV wasn’t sure what to do with. Do the videos go on Headbanger’s Ball or 120 minutes? If memory serves, they put them on both. If you ever thought that Korn came up with that sound of there’s, listen to Angel Dust and you’ll change your mind.
The Beatles- Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club BandUm, it’s Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. If you need further explanation I must ask you to leave this page and never return.
Robert Plant- Now and ZenI’m not sure why, I just like every song.
Afro-Celt Soundsystem- Volume 3, Further in TimeUm, it’s considered world music that features a mixture of African and Celtic influences with a electronic backbeat. For whatever reason John Paul Jones is a big part of this (he was always my favorite member of Zeppelin anyway) and he makes it work. It’s not for everyone, but me really digs it.
Led Zeppelin- In Through the Out DoorHuh? It’s not Ruins? Sacrilege.
As I just stated, John Paul Jones was always my favorite member of Zeppelin and you can tell he had a pretty big hand in this. It takes a while to get over “Hot Dog” but, like “Rocky Raccoon” it’ll tend to grow on ya.
Shakria- Laundry ServiceI am a pussy.
Not sure why, even without looking at her I love just about every song this woman has released. No apologies, me likes what me likes and me loves me Shakira.
(man am I gonna catch hell for this one)
Boston- BostonThis aint one of the best selling debut albums of all time for ‘nothin. Granted, this album is even before MY time, but none the less it’s really, really good. When you listen to it you’ll find that they found the perfect formula for guitar-driven, arena rock. Sub-fast tempos, nice mixes of 3/4 and 4/4 times, no crazy chord changes (not just per song, but through the whole thing) and jam sessions just long enough to get you going, but not long enough to bore you.
It’s the kind of thing you can only do once, after the second album it gets pretty old. I’ll have to say I dig these songs and will never hold back in saying so.
Now that’s all I can think of for now. I’m also working on a ‘guilty pleasures’ post, but my head’s starting to knock me out again so I think I’ll slime my way back into bed and watch some winter sports that are of little or no interest to me.
Go USA.
When Not So Busy, Check Out...
This week’s entry- Skinny Legs And All. It’s a well written kinda thing, unlike the amazing Trixter it has no real, one direction, he just kinda posts about stuff- not unlike my own blog- it's just done with a better wit and far less grammatical errors.
The one thing that really pushed me to post up on his work was his new found affinity to the honey badger- a.k.a. one badd ass varmint.
Do a search on the honey badger, you’ll dig it.
Anyhoo, dude’s stuff is worth reading, check it out HERE.
The one thing that really pushed me to post up on his work was his new found affinity to the honey badger- a.k.a. one badd ass varmint.
Do a search on the honey badger, you’ll dig it.
Anyhoo, dude’s stuff is worth reading, check it out HERE.
At Least I Bothered To Shower- Part Deux
Been feeling really crappy for the last week or so and took it easy this weekend. Monday came around and I felt a little better, which what good because I had a ton of cathching up to do at work. Nearing the end of the work day I felt better than I had for some time, but then, like a bad joke, it began. By the time I gots meself home I felt like I got hit by a bus (turns out that it was the guy that played Neri in ‘The Godfather’ trilogy, but that’s a whole ‘nother story). I got a little something to eat and went straight to bed.
I slept for 22 hours.
No kidding, I went to sleep around three and didn’t get up until about noon today. Well, there was that five minutes around 10ish last night when I discovered I couldn’t move and called into work- for only the second time in two years, but other than that I’ve been asleep. Not just ‘in bed’ but totally asleep.
Since noon I forced myself to a shower (no shave, that’s just pushing it) and took off to mail our taxes and make a house payment. Other than that I’ve been in bed watching TVLand.
I’d forgotten how funny ‘Green Acres’ is.
I slept for 22 hours.
No kidding, I went to sleep around three and didn’t get up until about noon today. Well, there was that five minutes around 10ish last night when I discovered I couldn’t move and called into work- for only the second time in two years, but other than that I’ve been asleep. Not just ‘in bed’ but totally asleep.
Since noon I forced myself to a shower (no shave, that’s just pushing it) and took off to mail our taxes and make a house payment. Other than that I’ve been in bed watching TVLand.
I’d forgotten how funny ‘Green Acres’ is.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Irony Can Be Pretty Ironic Sometimes
So get this, a British historian has been sentenced to prison- in Austria- for denying the Holocaust.
OK, a few things. First of all, this is pretty overblown to say the least. This is not one of these pinhead, right-winged, zealots (Mel Gibson’s father for example) who actually believe the Holocaust NEVER existed, he’s just saying that most of the victims didn’t die in the gas chambers, but rather from diseases.
So the guy just might be a really bad historian, where’s the crime in that? Come to think of it, where’s the crime in saying the Holocaust didn’t exist?
Hey Austria, if you’re that spooked of raising another fascist, hard core, dictator (like, say- Hitler) then STOP CREATING LAWS LIKE ONE.
Really, against the law huh?
Stupid, yes- but illegal?
You know, every day (usually on NPR) I hear some moron with a pseudo-intellectual world view ramble on about how most of America’s culture is so drastically underdeveloped against most of the European countries. Well, for the most part they’re right. However, just when I’m feeling like shouting angrily in the general direction of FoxNews, along comes some European law as stupid and hypocritical as this one, and it puts the good ol’ U.S of A right back on top, sitting smugly with our constitution and fattening up on cheeseburgers.
VIENNA, Austria - Right-wing British historian David Irving pleaded guilty Monday to denying the Holocaust and was sentenced to three years in prison, even after conceding he wrongly said there were no Nazi gas chambers at the Auschwitz concentration camp.
Irving, handcuffed and wearing a navy blue suit, arrived in court carrying a copy of one of his most controversial books — "Hitler's War," which challenges the extent of the Holocaust.
OK, a few things. First of all, this is pretty overblown to say the least. This is not one of these pinhead, right-winged, zealots (Mel Gibson’s father for example) who actually believe the Holocaust NEVER existed, he’s just saying that most of the victims didn’t die in the gas chambers, but rather from diseases.
Irving, 67, has been in custody since his November arrest on charges stemming from two speeches he gave in Austria in 1989 in which he was accused of denying the Nazis' extermination of 6 million Jews. He has contended that most of those who died at concentration camps such as Auschwitz succumbed to diseases such as typhus rather than execution.
So the guy just might be a really bad historian, where’s the crime in that? Come to think of it, where’s the crime in saying the Holocaust didn’t exist?
Hey Austria, if you’re that spooked of raising another fascist, hard core, dictator (like, say- Hitler) then STOP CREATING LAWS LIKE ONE.
Really, against the law huh?
Stupid, yes- but illegal?
You know, every day (usually on NPR) I hear some moron with a pseudo-intellectual world view ramble on about how most of America’s culture is so drastically underdeveloped against most of the European countries. Well, for the most part they’re right. However, just when I’m feeling like shouting angrily in the general direction of FoxNews, along comes some European law as stupid and hypocritical as this one, and it puts the good ol’ U.S of A right back on top, sitting smugly with our constitution and fattening up on cheeseburgers.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
At Least I Bothered To Shower
It’s been a rough week.
There was the whole crappy weather debacle while all the time I was fighting off a nasty cold.
Well, it all caught up to me yesterday and today I’m completely disgusting (well, more so than normal at least). I’ve been coughing up something that I think is some sort of mint jelly that I don’t remember consuming, and my nose has more crap running out of it that Lindsay Lohan’s after an all nighter with Tom Sizemore. I’ve also got a nasty fever and (for whatever reason) I somehow feel better when I don’t use deodorant. Normally I prefer to smell my best but there’s something about letting my skin breathe naturally that makes me feel better. Besides, the misses is at some bridal show hocking her firm’s teeth whitening services so I’m only offending the dog.
The worst part about this is that I’m quite sure that I can’t call in to work tomorrow. Since I’ve been out of the office for well over a week I have do things like answer the 67 e-mails that are awaiting me along with several other things I’ve been putting off.
Crap.
Until then, I’ll get some joy out of watching the Great American Race (that’s the Daytona 500 for you carpet bagging, educated folks) and feel generally sorry for my condition.
Oh, and I’ll smell bad the whole time. Rather liberating actually.
There was the whole crappy weather debacle while all the time I was fighting off a nasty cold.
Well, it all caught up to me yesterday and today I’m completely disgusting (well, more so than normal at least). I’ve been coughing up something that I think is some sort of mint jelly that I don’t remember consuming, and my nose has more crap running out of it that Lindsay Lohan’s after an all nighter with Tom Sizemore. I’ve also got a nasty fever and (for whatever reason) I somehow feel better when I don’t use deodorant. Normally I prefer to smell my best but there’s something about letting my skin breathe naturally that makes me feel better. Besides, the misses is at some bridal show hocking her firm’s teeth whitening services so I’m only offending the dog.
The worst part about this is that I’m quite sure that I can’t call in to work tomorrow. Since I’ve been out of the office for well over a week I have do things like answer the 67 e-mails that are awaiting me along with several other things I’ve been putting off.
Crap.
Until then, I’ll get some joy out of watching the Great American Race (that’s the Daytona 500 for you carpet bagging, educated folks) and feel generally sorry for my condition.
Oh, and I’ll smell bad the whole time. Rather liberating actually.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
New HD Station! New HD Station! New HD Station!
I’m getting TNT HD on DirectTV.
Right now I’m currently engrossed in the Busch Race at Daytona.
Sweeeeeeet.
Right now I’m currently engrossed in the Busch Race at Daytona.
Sweeeeeeet.
...As I Was Saying
Awww, poor Bode.
As I was saying, I hope someone (an American) beats the crap out of Bode. Well, turns out that American is Bode himself.
You see, that’s what happens when you mess with Lance Armstrong.
As I was saying, I hope someone (an American) beats the crap out of Bode. Well, turns out that American is Bode himself.
Miller has now failed to medal in the three Olympic races so far. He was fifth in the downhill and was disqualified from the combined after straddling a gate. After failing to complete the super-G, he avoided reporters waiting for him in the finish area.
You see, that’s what happens when you mess with Lance Armstrong.
Who Knew?
Um, I’ve seemed to have developed an interest in Women’s Curling. 
26.3 Million Viewers Can’t Be Wrong
I’m a big fan of the Olympics, but I’m like most Americans in that I enjoy watching the Summer Games a just little more than the Winter Games. But, Winter is o.k. and I’ll take a peek when I can.
However, as you may have heard, American Idol blew the Olympics right out of the water (or ice) in the ratings war. While the Olympics drew in 16.1 million viewers, Idol drew in 26.3.
How can that be?
First off, does anyone know a Neilson Family? Are the Neilson’s still around? Is there some other avenue of tracking viewers (and if so, is it invading my privacy)?
Second, and more importantly, if American Idol is so damned popular- why don’t I know anyone who watches it? It’s like Mariah Carey, she’s sold more albums than any other female performer, yet I don’t know of one person who actually owns one.
I hope these aren’t the same bean counters that run Federal elections.
However, as you may have heard, American Idol blew the Olympics right out of the water (or ice) in the ratings war. While the Olympics drew in 16.1 million viewers, Idol drew in 26.3.
How can that be?
First off, does anyone know a Neilson Family? Are the Neilson’s still around? Is there some other avenue of tracking viewers (and if so, is it invading my privacy)?
Second, and more importantly, if American Idol is so damned popular- why don’t I know anyone who watches it? It’s like Mariah Carey, she’s sold more albums than any other female performer, yet I don’t know of one person who actually owns one.
I hope these aren’t the same bean counters that run Federal elections.
...And Now A Word From The Right
My Dad sent me this bumper sticker the other day and I had to clean up my monitor as my ensuing laughter caused me to spit about half a cup of Cape Cod French Roast all over my screen. 
From A Nor’easter To A Winter Advisory
There’s a character in Douglas Adams’ “So Long and Thanks for All the Fish” who is famous for having rain follow him wherever he goes. Apparently he’s a real guy and he has a bastard half-cousin who possesses the same phenomena, only with snow.
That bastard is me.
As I stated a few posts ago, I left last week for the Baltimore / Washington DC area (Brandywine MD. to be exact). My connecting flight from St. Louis must have left just in time because all others after were canceled. I arrived in Baltimore early enough to miss the bulk of the snowfall. Where I was, there wasn’t much accumulation of snow, but it came down really fast so I suppose visibility was the issue. It also kinda depended on where exactly you were at. DC is only about 20 miles or so from Brandywine and apparently they got buried, where I was only got about 10 inches.
I took a few pictures with my phone, but they didn’t come out very well, but it looked sort’a like this-
Anyhoo, I left MD. to do some unpleasant work in beautiful Akron, OH. Guess what, after a week or so of beautiful weather I arrived to freezing cold and 40 mph. winds. Yeah.
I didn’t get any pictures, but it looked sort’a like this-
So, I get home, re-introduce myself to my wife and dogs, go to sleep and wake up to 4 or so inches of snow outside my window.
I didn’t get any pictures, but it looks sort’a like this-
Gene, prep. a bed 'cause I'm heading your way. I could use some Cal-i-for-ni-a.
That bastard is me.
As I stated a few posts ago, I left last week for the Baltimore / Washington DC area (Brandywine MD. to be exact). My connecting flight from St. Louis must have left just in time because all others after were canceled. I arrived in Baltimore early enough to miss the bulk of the snowfall. Where I was, there wasn’t much accumulation of snow, but it came down really fast so I suppose visibility was the issue. It also kinda depended on where exactly you were at. DC is only about 20 miles or so from Brandywine and apparently they got buried, where I was only got about 10 inches.
I took a few pictures with my phone, but they didn’t come out very well, but it looked sort’a like this-
Anyhoo, I left MD. to do some unpleasant work in beautiful Akron, OH. Guess what, after a week or so of beautiful weather I arrived to freezing cold and 40 mph. winds. Yeah.
I didn’t get any pictures, but it looked sort’a like this-
So, I get home, re-introduce myself to my wife and dogs, go to sleep and wake up to 4 or so inches of snow outside my window.
I didn’t get any pictures, but it looks sort’a like this-
Gene, prep. a bed 'cause I'm heading your way. I could use some Cal-i-for-ni-a.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Hint: It’s NOT Phil Collins
While I’m away, see if you can figure out who’s picture is on my profile. The winner gets a mention in buried somewhere deep in the comment’s section.
Gene, no fair. You’re not eligible, so stop acting so smug.
Gene, no fair. You’re not eligible, so stop acting so smug.
We Met Him On A Monday And Our Hearts Stood Still
When I’m bored I tend to look up random artists over at allmusic.com. For some ungodly reason Shawn Cassidy of all people popped into my brain.
Yeah, that Shawn Cassidy.
Why haven’t we heard from this guy? I vaguely remember as a child this dude being bigger than Queen Latifa before the reduction.
Where’s the drug addiction? Where’s the ‘Surreal World’ appearance.
Could it be that this teen heartthrob (who’s now 47) is a normal person?
Nah, he’s probably hiding something sinister. I suspect we’ll dig it out of his basement sometime in the next 4 years.
….you just wait Shawn Cassidy, I’m onto you.
Yeah, that Shawn Cassidy.
Why haven’t we heard from this guy? I vaguely remember as a child this dude being bigger than Queen Latifa before the reduction.
Where’s the drug addiction? Where’s the ‘Surreal World’ appearance.
Could it be that this teen heartthrob (who’s now 47) is a normal person?
Nah, he’s probably hiding something sinister. I suspect we’ll dig it out of his basement sometime in the next 4 years.
….you just wait Shawn Cassidy, I’m onto you.
Then
Now
And Now A Word From The Optimistic Front
Every once in a while I read something in the news that makes me feel pretty good inside. Something in the midst of cartoon riots, bird flu, and Courtney Love that reminds me that we are a pretty remarkable species.
To find out more, click HERE.
To find out more, click HERE.
Radio Free Kirkopolis Will Be Out Of The Office…
I’ll be out of town on a work trip for the next week or two. I’m flying off to Washington DC tomorrow morning, landing at B.W.I. sometime tomorrow afternoon.
In related news- the first major snowstorm of the year will also be landing at the East Coast sometime tomorrow afternoon.
This ought’a be a hoot.
In related news- the first major snowstorm of the year will also be landing at the East Coast sometime tomorrow afternoon.
This ought’a be a hoot.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
False Alarm
WASHINGTON - A nerve gas alarm at a Senate office building sent jitters through the Capitol Wednesday night, forcing about a dozen senators and 200 staff members to be quarantined in a parking garage for three hours until tests proved negative.
Turns out the sensors picked up a false signal as a result of Ted Kennedy’s overindulgence at Fudruckers.
Kirk’s Kulinary Krisis
(Whoops, that’s 3 K’s in a row, I hope no one reads anything into that… hopefully they’ll think I’m just excited that pitchers and catchers report soon.)
I was at the grocery store buying supplies for my world famous LoMein and got a crazy hair up my wok and got some scallops instead of the normal beef. Sounded good at the time- it’s fishy like shrimp, but much cheaper.
HOLY CRAP was that a mistake. It funked up the whole house for two days. These things need some sort of warning on them or something- “For use in restaurant kitchens only.” Let them deal with the smell.
I was at the grocery store buying supplies for my world famous LoMein and got a crazy hair up my wok and got some scallops instead of the normal beef. Sounded good at the time- it’s fishy like shrimp, but much cheaper.
HOLY CRAP was that a mistake. It funked up the whole house for two days. These things need some sort of warning on them or something- “For use in restaurant kitchens only.” Let them deal with the smell.
Speaking of the Super Bowl…
I never did mention, the football gods were smiling upon me and decided my Steel Curtained sole was pure enough that they sent me the HiDef feed for the entire game.
To say it looked great is an understatement of 1080i proportions.
I’m not sure, but it seems to me that the over the air feed looks better than say, DiscoveryHD over satellite. Perhaps it’s the cameras. I’m sure ABC used the best in the vault for the biggest television show on the planet. Either way, it was good enough to hear my wife say “it’s like you’re there on the field,” and she has NO interest in my crazy AV crap.
I sure home the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics come in, NBC can be fussy in my neck of the woods.
To say it looked great is an understatement of 1080i proportions.
I’m not sure, but it seems to me that the over the air feed looks better than say, DiscoveryHD over satellite. Perhaps it’s the cameras. I’m sure ABC used the best in the vault for the biggest television show on the planet. Either way, it was good enough to hear my wife say “it’s like you’re there on the field,” and she has NO interest in my crazy AV crap.
I sure home the opening ceremonies of the Winter Olympics come in, NBC can be fussy in my neck of the woods.
Joining the Heard
Broke down and got a cell phone the other day. I’ve been avoiding it for a while now but finally caved in, mostly it’s a work thing. Luckily my company has some nice accommodations throught Verizon so I got a very nice discount on the bill and the phone was f-r-e-e-.
It’s a camera phone, which I already seem to be having waaay to much fun with, and all the other usual bells and whistles (well, no bells but something that sounds like a bell.
I had a big problem with setting up the voicemail. No, it wasn’t the actual set up- that was easy. It was setting on an outgoing message. I must have re-recorded my voice 15 times and still found myself sounding like an idiot. I gave up and settled on one I kind of like, but I’m sure I’ll just give up and set up the automated message.
God I’m a dork.
It’s a camera phone, which I already seem to be having waaay to much fun with, and all the other usual bells and whistles (well, no bells but something that sounds like a bell.
I had a big problem with setting up the voicemail. No, it wasn’t the actual set up- that was easy. It was setting on an outgoing message. I must have re-recorded my voice 15 times and still found myself sounding like an idiot. I gave up and settled on one I kind of like, but I’m sure I’ll just give up and set up the automated message.
God I’m a dork.
Precious Things
As I sat down to write a post, any post- I hadn’t a clue what yet, I put on my iTunes and it randomly played Tori Amos’ “Little Earthquakes.”
It occurred to me, there are some records that are just timeless. This is one of those few that I enjoy every song. Even some of my favorites, “Rubber Sole,” “Pet Sounds,” “The Wall,” “News of The World,” all have one or two tracks I could do without.
Not this one. Her later albums are pretty good as well, but something about the rawness of “Little Earthquakes” really appeals to me.
Tell me, where the pretty girls are-
Those demigods
With their nine inch nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
Brilliant.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Now I Can Sleep
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Goodbye Grandpa Munster
Actor-comedian Al Lewis, who played Grandpa on the famed 1960s sitcom "The Munsters," has suddenly died. More shocking- that he was even alive.
Like Fats Domino, I thought this guy died years ago. Turns out he was like 80-something.
The Oscars Are So Gay
Well, the Academy Award nominations are here (actually a few days ago, but I’ve been busy) and they’re interesting. Last year was really the year of the African American, this year the minority of choice is the homosexuals. My predictions for Best Picture, Actress, and Actor are all gay-based. Now, if we can just avoid the hurricanes, earthquakes and tsunamis that God will reign down upon us for being such sinners, then we should all enjoy this year’s show.
I’m not sure why I get all excited about the Oscars, especially since most of the Best Picture winners are completely un-deserving (really, “The English Patient” was better than “Fargo” or “Titanic” was better than “LA Confidential?”) but none the less I still dig it.
And who can go without making predictions? Not me, that’s fo’ sure. So, technical category crap aside, here’s my early predictions-
Best Actor- I’m going with Phillip Seymour Hoffman in “Capote.” A brilliant performance of a gay genius by an actor who thinks he’s a straight genius. How many gay characters is this for Phillip anyway? My sentimental favorite is David Straitham as he’s one of our more under-rated actors of this age, but I think Phillip’s got it in the bag. Don’t be surprised however to see Heath Ledger pull an upset.
Best Actress- Felicity Huffman in “Transamerica.” A Desperate Housewife with an Oscar? Oh great, now I’ll NEVER stop hearing about how “great” this damn show is. In a reversal of “The Crying Game” it’s a woman, playing a man, who is becoming a woman. Um, is that really a stretch for her? Upset could be pulled off by Reese Witherspoon (who by the way I’ve never found all that hot).
Best Supporting Actor / Actress- Really my favorite category. These are the performances that could make or break the movie itself- sometimes even define them (Keven Spacy in “The Usual Suspects”).
Actor-George Clooney- Syriana. Since he won’t get best director I think they’ll throw him this bone, but he probably deserves it. Ever since the much underrated “Three Kings” I’ve dug Clooney’s work. The upset, if you can call it an upset, would be another great guy Paul Giamatti in the snubbed “Cinderella Man.” Paul’s been overlooked several times in the past and he might just do it this time. Don't expect to see Jake Gyllenhall take the prize, if he didn't win for "Bublle Boy" then he'll never win. Seriously folks, this is probably the closest race in the pool. btw- did you know that Paul Giamatti is Bart Giamatti’s son?
Actress- I haven’t the slightest clue, but I’m going with Rachel Wiez in “The Constant Gardner” only because she had the ability to outshine Ralph Fiennes, not an easy thing to do. Upset could be Michelle Williams for “Brokeback Mountain” just ‘cause that whole “Best Picture” thing.
Animated film- “Corpse Bride.” TIM BURTON DESERVES AN OSCAR.
Cinematography- This is the most under-rated of all the categories. If a movie doesn’t look good than what is it? Imagine “Lord Of the Rings” or “Dances With Wolves” without all the grandeur, not really the same thing huh? I think “Brokeback” will get it due to its brilliant use of the Montana skyline. Open bigness always seems to impress the eye. Upset might be pulled off by “Batman Begins.” This movie looked great and was one of my favorites this year. The amazing coolness of the action shots helped make this movie hold a very bright candle to Tim Burton’s original “Batman.”
Documentary- “March of the Penguins.” I hate to say it, ‘cause it’s French, but I have to admit that this is my favorite film of the year. Rent it- you’ll be shocked about how much you like it.
Director- Ang Lee “Brokeback Mountain.” In a rare stroke of genius, Oscar voters gave him this once previously for “Crouching Tiger..” and his unbridled talent continues to be evident this year. If there is a dark horse it would be George Clooney for “Goodnight and Goodluck,” but I wouldn’t lay any money on it.
Finally-
Best Picture- Brokeback Mountain. Is there any doubt about this? No upsets.
So come March 5th we’ll see how I did. Actually, I’ll probably post a full ballot with picks only- just for fun. But we’ll have to wait for that.
I’m not sure why I get all excited about the Oscars, especially since most of the Best Picture winners are completely un-deserving (really, “The English Patient” was better than “Fargo” or “Titanic” was better than “LA Confidential?”) but none the less I still dig it.
And who can go without making predictions? Not me, that’s fo’ sure. So, technical category crap aside, here’s my early predictions-
Best Actor- I’m going with Phillip Seymour Hoffman in “Capote.” A brilliant performance of a gay genius by an actor who thinks he’s a straight genius. How many gay characters is this for Phillip anyway? My sentimental favorite is David Straitham as he’s one of our more under-rated actors of this age, but I think Phillip’s got it in the bag. Don’t be surprised however to see Heath Ledger pull an upset.
Best Actress- Felicity Huffman in “Transamerica.” A Desperate Housewife with an Oscar? Oh great, now I’ll NEVER stop hearing about how “great” this damn show is. In a reversal of “The Crying Game” it’s a woman, playing a man, who is becoming a woman. Um, is that really a stretch for her? Upset could be pulled off by Reese Witherspoon (who by the way I’ve never found all that hot).
Best Supporting Actor / Actress- Really my favorite category. These are the performances that could make or break the movie itself- sometimes even define them (Keven Spacy in “The Usual Suspects”).
Actor-George Clooney- Syriana. Since he won’t get best director I think they’ll throw him this bone, but he probably deserves it. Ever since the much underrated “Three Kings” I’ve dug Clooney’s work. The upset, if you can call it an upset, would be another great guy Paul Giamatti in the snubbed “Cinderella Man.” Paul’s been overlooked several times in the past and he might just do it this time. Don't expect to see Jake Gyllenhall take the prize, if he didn't win for "Bublle Boy" then he'll never win. Seriously folks, this is probably the closest race in the pool. btw- did you know that Paul Giamatti is Bart Giamatti’s son?
Actress- I haven’t the slightest clue, but I’m going with Rachel Wiez in “The Constant Gardner” only because she had the ability to outshine Ralph Fiennes, not an easy thing to do. Upset could be Michelle Williams for “Brokeback Mountain” just ‘cause that whole “Best Picture” thing.
Animated film- “Corpse Bride.” TIM BURTON DESERVES AN OSCAR.
Cinematography- This is the most under-rated of all the categories. If a movie doesn’t look good than what is it? Imagine “Lord Of the Rings” or “Dances With Wolves” without all the grandeur, not really the same thing huh? I think “Brokeback” will get it due to its brilliant use of the Montana skyline. Open bigness always seems to impress the eye. Upset might be pulled off by “Batman Begins.” This movie looked great and was one of my favorites this year. The amazing coolness of the action shots helped make this movie hold a very bright candle to Tim Burton’s original “Batman.”
Documentary- “March of the Penguins.” I hate to say it, ‘cause it’s French, but I have to admit that this is my favorite film of the year. Rent it- you’ll be shocked about how much you like it.
Director- Ang Lee “Brokeback Mountain.” In a rare stroke of genius, Oscar voters gave him this once previously for “Crouching Tiger..” and his unbridled talent continues to be evident this year. If there is a dark horse it would be George Clooney for “Goodnight and Goodluck,” but I wouldn’t lay any money on it.
Finally-
Best Picture- Brokeback Mountain. Is there any doubt about this? No upsets.
So come March 5th we’ll see how I did. Actually, I’ll probably post a full ballot with picks only- just for fun. But we’ll have to wait for that.
