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POST! [11 Apr 2011|12:50pm]
If you've never actually seen Logan's Run this won't make a great deal of sense. It's one of those films that you could always count on as a late night feature on some cable channel that has made it into the public zeitgeist, even if the public doesn't always recognize what is being referenced.

The long and short of it is the film presents a future about 200 years ahead after environmental ruin (from war, pollution, etc) have forced survivors into a domed city. The inhabitants, to the best of their knowledge, have always lived there. They are dimly aware of a world outside the city, but have no way of comprehending it or conceptualizing it. In this city, the majority of tasks are automated and humans live mostly for pleasure.

Because of the need to keep the population stable, adult life ends at 29 years 364 days. On this day, called Last Day, the would be 30 year-old citizens step into the Carrousel hoping to be "renewed." It's never actually explained what renewal is, if it is a reincarnation or something greater, but the majority of the population believes it to be true unswervingly. As expected, no one who enters the Carrousel ever makes it out alive. Therein is the population control set up by the city founders long ago.

At the time the story begins, the residents are largely looking at the 6th and 7th generations since the city's founding. One must wonder if any of the original city's founders actually went through Carrousel themselves in a grand sacrifice to show the 1st generation what the belief system was and what was required. Difficult to say.

I'm not going to go into the majority of the film, but the ending I'd like to touch upon. Sufficed to say, at some point our stalwart protagonists decide that Carrousel is a lie, and the residents of the city need to be freed so they can live life beyond 30 and see what lies beyond the dome. The how and whys of this are best left to the film, but in the end, the city's central computer suffers a catastrophic failure and the residents of the city are forced to flee to the outside world.

This is meant to be a good thing in the tale the film presents us. Freedom wins out, life can take its natural course instead of being rigidly controlled, and all that.

I can't help but wonder how long it will take for humanity to die out now that they have left the domed city. You have a population of say, 3-to-29 year old people who have never worked, never really been educated, and have no survival skills suddenly thrust into a world where humanity has been absent for two centuries.

They have little concept of bacteria or viruses, no advanced medicine, and no natural immunity to any of the allergens they will encounter. All of this was provided in the sterile environment they were raised in, and medical care was of an automated technological means none of them has the understanding to replicate. Nor, if they did, would they have the tools to replicate it.

None of them are skilled tailors, weavers, or hunters, and the clothing they will take with them from the city is flimsy and light.

None of them have had to chop wood to build a fire, and not a single one of them has any concept of how much wood will be necessary to survive a winter. None of them even knows how to survive a winter. They don't understand that by relocating south, their chances of survival would increase as the climate would be warmer, because they have no understanding of climatology or meteorology.

They have never had to hunt, farm, or gather fruit. They do not know which plants are toxic.

While the human animal is adaptable, the history of our species is thick with the blood of those who could not survive the lands they were sent to colonize. Will any of them survive to see the next year?

I remember when I first saw this film through much younger eyes that I was happy that the citizens had beaten the Life Clocks and could live on.

Watching it now through much older eyes, I fear for those citizens, and am cognizant of the horror that awaits them.
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Something to think about. [25 Apr 2010|11:47am]
Interesting commentary on the state of current events in the United States.

Well worth the time spent to click the link and read it.
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It's a verb now [16 Apr 2010|01:32pm]
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Ballad of Chell [04 Sep 2009|12:57am]
Apologies in advance, I was in a weird mood tonight at work and this came to mind.


Come and listen to story of a girl named Chell
Worked in a lab and she did her job well
Then one day she was sleepy as can be
And awoke in lab with springs coming out her knees
Lab? Awoke in a cell, I mean
Concrete walls, Plexiglass windows

Next thing you know, there's a portal in the wall
And a computer voice says "Come on, step into the hall!
We've got a lot of testing and we've got to get'er done!"
So she stepped through the hole and then she began to run

Now Chell began to suspect that ol'GLaDOS's full of lies
Even though she found her own hand-held portal device
But she kept on moving through each new part of the test
Cause with the turrets firing at her she could not afford to rest

Well she ducked and she jumped, and she made it out alive
And GLaDOS went and freaked, "Hey, that's not what I contrived!"
She used her portal gun to try to get away
While GLaDOS did her best to make sure Chell would stay

Chell made it to the room where GLaDOS tried to hide
And waved her finger madly, "GLaDOS you shouldn't have lied!
Because you never gave me the tasty promised cake
I'm gonna drop your Spheres into a room where they will bake."

You know Chell got away and she left the lab behind
And you know Gordon Freeman is the man she's gonna find
And just in case you wondered if GLaDOS did survive
She'll sing a little song and say, "I'll be still alive."
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Warning [15 Apr 2009|01:45am]
[ mood | angry ]

I do my best to use a headset whenever I'm using my cellphone. Either earbuds with a mic, a full headset, or on rare occasions, I Bluetooth it. I like having my hands free, my neck unencumbered, and my vision properly aligned instead of at an angle, or fixed straight ahead.

This is especially true when I'm driving. If I've been bad and forgot to bring my headset with me, often I won't even answer my phone while I'm driving. When I do answer it without a headset, I feel really, really bad about it and try to get off the phone as soon as I can.

It is for this reason I want to beat the living snot out of everyone I see driving in the city with one hand permanently affixed to their heads who aren't watching where the frak they are going.

The urge to pull them out of their car at an intersection and wail on them with a blunt instrument is very hard to squelch.

I know one day one of these people are going to crash into me.

And they will deny using the frakking thing while driving.

And then I will be going to jail for assault and battery, provided I'm uninjured.

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Worried [12 Apr 2009|10:59am]
[ mood | worried ]

It's really hard for me to read news like this.

It seems to happen every 7 or 8 months or so, and it never gets any easier to read. I honestly don't know what should be done about it, the truth of any supposed corruption and the extent it may or may have not spread, or who the legitimate government of Thailand is. Democracy is a slippery item when the losing side will not accept loss as part of the process, and even more slippery when that process has been perverted by those who never believed in the process to begin with.

What I do know is that in 2003 I visited a foreign land called Thailand. I know that many of the people I met there were the nicest, friendliest people I could have met who extended a warm hand to an American who was largely ignorant of their language and their culture. I worry for those people. And I hope they are safe now, and that they are still safe when this is eventually resolved.

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Food is gud fud. [04 Apr 2009|11:24pm]
[ mood | full ]

Tonight, I surprised novacheckers with a dinner by candlelight. Fresh salad, cinnamon-honey croissants, wild rice, chipotle-lime tilapia with pineapple, and my favorite Zinfandel called The 7 Deadly Zins.

This has been the best Saturday night at home in a long time.

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Required Viewing for anyone who has read WATCHMEN [05 Mar 2009|08:09pm]
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Little Magic [20 Dec 2008|11:52pm]
There is something absolutely magical in taking a used aluminum foil chocolate wrapper and smoothing it out with a coin. The transformation from solid, crinkled, and rough beneath the fingers to thin, smooth, and slick is nearly sublime. Great care must be taken not to rip the foil as the folds vanish, great patience to ensure you smooth it completely.

But in the end, every second taken to accomplish it is well spent.
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over 105 million views [11 Dec 2008|12:11am]
How on earth have I never found this before. This is great!

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[23 Aug 2008|12:35am]
[ mood | angry ]

Dear Co-Worker,

You might have thought it was funny to remove the ink cartridge from my pen. I can't fathom why you did that. I know I left it on my desk, and that was my fault. If I'd have left it in my drawer you'd probably never have done it. But why the ink cartridge? Why not take the whole pen? If you'd have taken the whole pen, I'd have had a good one ready when I had to make a laundry list of things to do for the customer I was talking to when I discovered it wasn't working. Instead, I had to apologize, stop him from speaking, grab another pen, and then apologize again before asking him to repeat what was going on.

Taking the pen would have been understandable - you needed one and I left one out. Fair enough. But taking the ink cartridge? That's a pretty crappy thing to do. All it says is that you wanted to crap upon my day.


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[16 Jul 2008|12:31pm]
I know the days of progressive rock have come and gone, and that these days, only Rush and Dream Theater really seem to be carrying on with the style. Listening to most of what I hear today, even on rock stations, I can't help but mourn the loss of progressive rock as an means to which songs like this one might actually be heard by everyone.

This is an incredibly beautiful and mysterious piece of music, and it would be completely unsellable in today's music industry.

I feel like a old woman holding my fragile fist up in rage at the state of the world by saying this.
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Wanna hear that song for the first time just one more time [09 Jul 2008|02:22am]
Last year, when we went to Japan, we found ourselves with a few hours to kill between leaving our capsule hotel and running to the airport. We decided to spend a bit of time exploring the Mecca of Japanese consumerism which is Akihabara's Yodobashi Camera.

While we were there, I remember wanting to get a good pair of headphones that were not ear-buds. All of the display models were tied into the same CD player. Every pair I tested out allowed me to hear the same gorgeous song over and over again. After some furious studying up and some help from Nova, I asked one of the men who worked there what the song was. Unfortunately, I wasn't confident enough to really push for more clarification, and the only thing I was able to learn was the artist's name.

Nakashima Mika.

Now, Yodobashi Camera had a Tower Records inside, and I listened to EVERY SINGLE one of her albums that they had on the shelf and not a single one of those albums contained the song. I've searched You Tube and every other resource I can think of.

Right now, I want to hear that song more than anything else, and I don't even know the name of it. I don't even know enough Japanese to tell you what a single lyric was. I just know it was primarily dark piano with low vocals and it moved like heavy waves on the ocean.

If any Mika fans out there are reading this, and you know what song was on Yodobashi's audio demo back in September of 2007, PLEASE let me know. I know this is a long shot, but I desperately want to hear this song one more time.
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NYC [31 May 2008|04:33pm]
So, I've been in NYC for a few days now. There were only a few spots I genuinely wanted to hit as far as touristy things go. One of which was the Empire State Building. I must, I'm extremely disappointed that they pull the Tokyo Tower crap, in that you pay one fee to get up so high and if you want to go ALL the way up, you have to pay again. We did not - we had a cosmology lecture we were running late for and didn't want to miss out. The traffic at the ESB was crazy busy for a Thursday night at 19:00, and believe it or not, we missed the rush at 20:00 that was out the main doors and around the corner. This is not including the two floors of line on the inside. We had to race up the last six floors on foot since the wait for the elevators from 80 to 86 was at least 30 minutes. Ironically, have three fans of Shoujo Kakumei Utena racing up a very long spiraling staircase only kept us amused for about four flights.

The second stop I wanted to see was the Statue of Liberty. As you can see, I have an affection for very tall famous spaces - maybe I'll manage to get to the Chrysler Building before I leave. I was up for even more disappointment there. The tickets we purchased at the Battery Park ferry are only good enough to get you TO Liberty Island. A monument pass is NOT available once on the island; you have to purchase that at least a week in advance or you can only wander around the fool statue and not go up the pedestal or inside it. Grrrrrrr.

I'm a freaking tourist, people. This may be my only trip to NYC I'll ever take in my life, and I've been denied access to the symbol of my country's ideology because I didn't think to book tickets a week in advance. I've never been to any site that required that much dedication to planning. I feel this says something about how liberty has actually been lost to us, even if there are practical considerations of traffic and space inside that have to be considered; the ferries carry around 1,000 people to and from the island every trip.
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For all you Battlestar Galactica fans [30 Apr 2008|12:54am]
The individual who writes this needs to negotiate a deal with SCI-FI channel to have it collected and published after the series is finished. This collection of writing about the show is arguably better than the show itself, and I swear that the writers of the show read this religiously enough that his observations have made it into their planning. It's either that, or he's got a brilliant way of making them seem like geniuses.

Television Without Pity's review of the new Battlestar Galactica

Start at the miniseries, and work your way forward.
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Rewind [26 Apr 2008|12:20am]
Today, I took the day off after assisting with Bring Your Child to Work Day yesterday. Doing this usually means getting off at 22:30 and then having to be back at work at 08:00. Sometimes, they offer to let me work a split-shift the day before so I can get home earlier. This time, I refused, because honestly, letting me off work a day earlier is not going to get me in bed any quicker. Most people can't go from late-shift to first-shift in a day, or even a day and a half.

So, not surprisingly, I slept in this morning. A little too long, and I was the unfortunate recipient of one of those headaches that come from too many hours in bed. The kind that do not go away as the day progresses, and often, have to be killed by taking yet another nap.

Said nap occurred as novacheckers was supposed to be returning home from work. She had called earlier to let know she'd be bringing home Rib Crib for dinner. When she got home, she phoned me to let me know she'd need help carrying in everything, except I missed the call. I ran to my phone to call her back, but as I was doing so, she was already at the door. I apologized for not getting to the phone soon enough, and helped her bring in the food.

We sat down at the kitchen table, and she described the goings on at N!Prime, and how certain players who hadn't posted on the new forum in quite some time were going to be getting a reminder notice that they'd been inactive. We began to talk about the characters they had developed, which ones we liked, and were hoping would become active again.

I heard someone coming up the stairs, so I went towards the computer room to take a peek at who was outside.

Just then, the front door opened, and novacheckers walks in. I'm on the sofa, and I wake up. She had just then returned home, and Rib Crib was out of the food I'd ordered. She kept trying to talk to me, but I had to try and focus and try to forget the past 10 minutes of my life, since they hadn't happened except in slept-too-long-have-horrible-headache-must-take-a-nap-land. On top of that, since I woke up in the middle of a dream, it was twice as hard to regain my conscious cohesion.

It took about 30 minutes to realign everything in my head.

Rewinding your life is hard.
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This way -> [13 Apr 2008|03:19pm]
The Cake is a Lie
The Cake is a Lie
The Cake is a Lie
The Cake is a Lie
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*sigh* [08 Apr 2008|12:54pm]
[ mood | sad ]

I've always known that my cat is big. We used to joke about him being a 20 pound blob that lays around and meows, but that was an exaggeration. The truth is that he is a very long cat, and a cat that size is going to be large.

Despite that, I've always known that heavy cats are prone to diabetes and I've been careful to keep him from over-eating. I've given him the healthy-weight management food that is higher in protein than other varieties. We keep the other cat's food out of the way so he can't readily get to it.

This weekend, we noticed that he was walking a bit oddly on his hind legs. After 2.5 hours at the vet's office, I'm still in shock.

My poor kitty got the dreaded D word after all my effort to keep him from getting it. Some cats are just predisposed to it, apparently.

Special diabetes cat food - $40 for a 12 lb bag.
Insulin - $20 bucks for a 50 dose bottle
Holding the poor little guy down while I prick him - heartbreaking.

Having him leap up on the bed at night and snuggle on top of me - Priceless.

I love you, you silly lil'furball.

Even though you broke my foot back in '04.

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Grrrrrrrrrrr [19 Dec 2007|10:33am]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was a in dimly lit club of maybe 100 people. The tables were candlelit and there was no standing room. They were all positioned in front of a small stage. I was very excited because Michael Stipe was due to give a a rare solo show without the rest of REM and we just happened to come to this club on the night it was going to happen. We didn't plan it in advance; we just enjoyed this cozy little spot and decided to get out of the house that night.

When Michael came out on stage, he made a little show about bringing Billy Bragg up on stage with him, complete with asking the audience, "Do you wanna see Billy Bragg on stage with me?" and asking for cheers to get Billy out of hiding. I thought, being a fan of Bingo Handjob's song "Tom's ?" that he was bringing Billy Bragg up on stage to do that, and apparently so were a few others in the audience.

Instead, Billy played something slow and haunting on his acoustic guitar while Michael sang very dark lyrics. It was an amazing song. The audience were all singing softly with him, and this made the song even more haunting than it would have been. I had never heard it before, but I was singing along with it, too, since that's the way of dreams.

I remember waking up with the chorus still in my head. I kept thinking, as my cat meowed and meowed that it was breakfast time, that I had to have heard the song on the radio in my sleep as the music alarm went off, cause there's no way I could have dreamed all of that on my own. Then I realized that the radio station on the clock is only playing Christmas music now.

And now, that beautiful, haunting piece of music that I had pulled out of the dream with me is teasing me by staying on the edge of my memory - just enough so I remember the last few sounds of the chorus, but not the words and not the melody.

Damn it all.

Damn it all.

Damn it all.

I want that song back.

This is not the first time this has happened.

I should buy a mini-recorder and leave it near my bed so I can save whatever fragments I can after waking from now on.

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HEROES [04 Dec 2007|02:06am]
[ mood | crappy ]

Normally, I try to be reasonable about decisions made in the writers' room of shows I love that I happen to disagree with. Sure, they might miff me, and I'll complain about it, but most of the time it really doesn't bother me like it did tonight.

I am so pissed off at Heroes right now. I want to say that I won't watch it again after tonight, but I know that would be a lie. But even all the even storytelling and missteps during this past season didn't bother me as much as tonight's crapper of finale.

I feel broken.

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