My thoughts on Dark Shadows:
Was it worth the $36 that the local AMC charged for a pair of seats? No. Not by a long shot. That said, was I expecting it to be? No, not really.
I remember growing up with reruns of the original Dark Shadows running on one of the (very few) local broadcast TV stations. Frankly, I never really thought it was all that good. I really couldn’t get past the production value and the, frankly awful story lines and dialog. Plus, I’m not really a fan of “all things vampires.” Don’t get me wrong, there’ve been some excellent vampire movies made, but they would have been excellent movies had they centered around vampires or not. But, maybe I was too young to understand it. Dunno.
I get that the original Dark Shadows had camp value. I get that a lot of people like that. My feelings tend to be that I need more than just camp and nostalgia to enjoy something. Something can be enjoyable and still be awful. I’m a fan of a lot of crap TV shows and movies.
At any rate, the Tim Burton version of Dark Shadows loses the camp associated with the original’s shoddy production values. It replaces those shoddy production values with the, now, eminently predictable Tim Burton treatment: pancake makeup; pointlessly-blonded actresses; the presence of Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter and Danny Elfman’s music; the “color” palette of muted pastels and greys and high-contrast, “never found in nature” colors. Don’t get me wrong, I like that aesthetic, it’s just “predictable”, even if very well executed.
For better or worse - likely worse - they left the original’s quality of dialog in place. They even opted to set it in the time-frame of the original serial. Dunno that I would have done that. If I’m gonna resurrect something, I think I’d do more than just update the visual production value and ape the rest (insert a shrug, here).
Oh well - I assume that my wife, Donna, liked it - and, to be honest, she’s the only reason why I went to see it. She seems to love all things Burton. I just found it to be “meh”. On a scale of Beatlejuice to Cabin Boy, I’d rate it somewhat lower than Alice in Wonderland: AIW was a decent pure-style work that’s story/dialogue isn’t quite clunky enough to be distracting; Dark Shadows is high on style, but the preservation of the original serial’s clunky dialogue was distracting.
I would like to thank the local AMC theatre for screwing my day up.
We’ve got an after-hours maintenance event, tonight. So, I figured I’d use my late-start day to go see The Avengers. The earliest available showing was the 3D IMAX showing. Only reason I picked it was because it started the earliest.
We got our glasses, our concession and our seats and waited for the movie to start.
The local AMC likes to show “special features” and commercials before the previews. As we sat there, the “special features” and commercials were running but silently. Hmm… Fortunately, when the previews came on, so did the sound.
Midway through the previews, the thing pops up saying “put on your IMAX 3D glasses now”. Did as instructed, only to find that the left eyepiece was oddly and distractingly dark. Took the glasses off and noticed that the screen was pretty much crystal clear. At first, I thought “ok, they played the ‘put on your glasses’ thing too early”. Then, the movie started and still it was more watchable without the glasses than with. So, I began to wonder, “did they put the wrong disk into the projector?”
Just after Loki had tesseracted-in and was instructed to put his “spear” down, the screen froze. Apparently, one of the joys of “watching the future of movies, today” is that the projection system can crash.
I figured, “take an early bathroom break and maybe they’ll have it sorted out by the time I get back”. I get back and the screen’s still black. Un-good. I walk back outside to ask the two theatre staffers what’s going on. I’m told “we’re hoping to get the projector back online in about ten minutes”. I ask if the projector problems were related to why the 3D glasses weren’t functioning as expected. They informed me that “yes: the projector had been miscalibrated but the glasses should work as expected once the movie restarts”.
Fifteen minutes pass and still no movie. Just as I’m about to get up to ask how long the “ten minutes” is going to continue, a theatre employee comes in to tell us that, because the projector’s taking so long to reboot, that they have to cancel this showing because it will cause delays to the next one. We’re then offerred free passes and the thoice of either a refund or free tickets to the next screening.
Given that I’d chosen this one for its start time - it would have allowed me to see the movie and still make it to work in plenty of time tonight’s maintenance window - waiting for the 14:30 showing of a 2.5 hour movie just wasn’t an option. So, we got in line for our passes and our refunds: an hour of my day wasted; a movie not seen and $20 spent on “medium-sized” hoglegs of soda and a burnt hotdog - concessions not refundable.
Thanks AMC: you really Mondayed things all up.
For starters, I’m a cheap bastard. Dunno if it’s just upbringing or whether it’s in my genes (since my family’s more than half Scotish on both sides of the family and Scots are known for their thriftiness). I’ve also got geeky tendencies (I’m in IT, so that sorta follows, I suppose).
Having been a road-warrior for five years, I almost exclusively used my cell phone for my calling needs. For starters, I was gone five days out of seven, most weeks, and it just got to be habitual to use the cell phone, even when I was home. I was gonna straight up ditch the land line, but Donna wasn’t comfortable with that notion (even though she almost exclusively used her cell for voice communications).
At any rate, after yet another price increase in my Verizon land-line service, I started to investigate other solutions. I’d finally switched off of DSL and moved to Cox’s high-speed internet solution. Other than phone service, switching to cable internet utterly removed my need for a POTS line. Technically, I coulda gone VOIP when I still had ADSL, but, Verizon’s “dry line” pricing for xDSL was, to say the least, “regressive”. Freed of any compelling need for a land-line, I opted to cut the cord and go down the VOIP path.
Vonage was doing some kind of promotion, at the time, where the equipment and first two months of service were free on a 12 month commitment. So, I signed up. Things were ok for a couple of years. I even got my folks on Vonage because, they too, were tired of the continually increasing expense of POTS, even for the most basic of plans.
Still, I found myself just NEVER using my Vonage line. I did some research on options and discovered that, if I threatened to leave, I could get them to reduce my rates to about $10/month. So, I did that. Unfortunately, just like with POTS, miscellaneous “fees” started showing up. Still, it was cheaper than POTS.
In recent years, I’d started using Google Voice. So, even when using the Vonage line to make calls, I wasn’t actually using any outbound minutes. I was going to see if I could get switched to a “no minutes” plan. At one point, Vonage used to offer such a plan, but had discontinued it in recent years. What’s a cheap bastard like me to do?
Well, it turns out, that there’s a company, ObiHai Technology, that makes a cheap and easy to setup VOIP TA. Even better, they occasionally team up with Amazon to run specials on the device, making an already cheap and easy solution even cheaper. I opted to buy an OBi100 during one of these promotions.
The nifty thing with the OBi100 and OBi110 (and, now, the OBi202!) is that they’re configured to make leveraging your Google Voice account dead-easy. Basically, you plug the device into your home’s IP network and let it sync up, go to the ObiTalk web page, create your account and follow the steps to locate and register your device. Then you go to your device’s service configuration menu, plug in your Google Voice account information and you’re able to make free outbound calls.
Unfortunately, Google Voice doesn’t allow you to directly setup direct-to-SIP dialing (maybe that will change over time). That means, that, without some additional steps, the home line becomes and “outgoing only” type of thing. In and of itself, that’s not awful - given that the only calls I seem to recevie on the home line seem to be telemarketing. However, it means that using GV as a “follow me” number is negatively impacted.
That said, there is a way around that problem. It requires setting up two other services: 1) a free SIP provider (I chose CallCentric - since if keeping my Verizon/Vonage number is a priority, I can get it ported for a fee); and 2) use a free DID provider like IPKALL to provide a bridge from Google Voice to the SIP provider. I followed the steps at Acrobits to set it all up. Basically (in case that link ever dies):
Couple notes:
Thus far, works like a champ. The OBi devices also come with dialers for iPhone and Android that allow you use your data plan for your calls rather than using minutes. You just connect your smart-phone’s OBi-dialer to your account and it leverages your OBi device as a call forwarding bridgehead.
I think the various mathematics courses I took while in grade school and college may have permanently warped me. In particular, I think the various “advanced” mathematics did it. If you’ve never experience the joys of trigonometry, calculus and the like, they you may have never heard the phrase “the rest is left as an exercise to the reader”. Each and every math teacher I had that was teaching a discipline that required doing “proofs” or running large calculations loved to hit us with variations on that one. Oh… And “you must show all work”.
These days, I earn my living in the IT field. While much of what I do is designed to support the smooth running of Operations, I am not - nor have I actively been - part of Operations in nearly a decade. While Operations has its challenges, its challenges quickly fall into the category of “been there - done that”. For me, once I’ve solved a problem once, the closest I want to come to solving that problem a second time is figuring out how to make it so I never have to see that problem again. For me, the joy isn’t so much in executing the solution to a problem as it is identifying what’s causing the problem and figuring out how to solve the problem for now and forever. I much prefer to come up with the solution and allow others to execute that solution (so I can go on to finding other problems’ solutions). In essence, I like to give people the tools/paths to the solution of the problem but otherwise leave the fixing of the problem ans “an exercise to the reader”.
Prior to my married years, I ate a lot of Taco Bell. I’d always had my “food” covered in the magical Fire Sauce.
Today’s dental surgery’s post-operative care instructions said “no spicy foods” and soft foods like “ground meat”. So, I decided to stop by Taco Bell. I ordered some ground “beef” soft tacos. I was amazed at how utterly bereft of flavor Taco Bell’s tacos are when not slathered in fire sauce. In fact, were it not for the taste of bandage in my mouth, the meal would have been utterly flavor-free.
Fmeh.
I hate sitting through vendor technology briefs. At the end, everyone’s always asking “so, what’d you think”. And, frankly, by the time some vendors’ sales team is doing a technology brief, they’re doing it about technology that’s been around, in one form or another, for years - sometimes decades.
Technology generally tends to be iterative (even the “groundbreaking” stuff isn’t all that earth-shaking if you were into the things that lead to it). As such, if you’ve worked with a given set of technology long enough, you can tend to predict where it’s likely to (or at least “might”) go. Thus, when it finally gets there - particularly when it finally gets there to the point of (sorta) being “easy” - there’s just nothing all that surprising about it. So, it’s hard to be impressed.
I kinda feel sorry for the people that are presenting the shiny/nifty/”new” stuff. They’re spouting off stuff that is “new” to 90% of the people they present it to. Instead, when they run into me, they’re hit with a barrage of “this sounds like a combination of technologies X and y: how does it differ from them and what do they have in common”, or “this sounds like it’s based on a product you bought X years ago: is it that same product and, if so, what have you changed/improved in that product since you bought it” or “this sounds like a product one of your competitors was peddling ‘X’ month/years ago: how is your version different (or why is does it appear to be missing a competing feature of the older product)”.
Oh well.
Overall, I don’t care about shiny/new/etc. At the end of the day, all I really care about is “does it solve a problem I haven’t already solved” and/or “does it make it easier to do things I’m already doing”. The rest is just window-dressing.
I’m a fan of the Philadelphia Flyers. That means, after Sunday’s 5-1 win over the (hated) Pittsburgh Penguins, I’m a happy camper. My team moves on and the Pens start playing golf early.
After the game, the press had their interviews with each team’s players and coaches:
In that video, the Penguins coach, to me, says the honest thing. He acknowledges the Flyers win, but he doesn’t go on to fall back on the trite “we wish them luck” bullshit.
For whatever reason, we’ve come to equate “sportsmanship” with non-genuine displays. We expect the losing team to be “gracious in defeat”. So, when someone says something honest rather than polite, people get their panties in a bunch.
It’s not like Bylsma said, “I hope those fuckers lose and lose embarrasingly”. No, all he said was “I can’t wish them luck”. I’m fine with that. In fact, I gotta kind of respect the man for being honest in a time where we value politeness over honesty.
The beauty of being a Flyers fan (any Philly-sports fan, actually) - and presumably a member of the Flyers organization - is that you don’t have to be ashamed of who or what you are. In fact, one of the joys is that you can actually enjoy it - revel in it even. Even better, when your opposition comes down to your level, you can enjoy watching them grovel in it.
As a PSU alum, it hurts to bring this up, but it’s germane…. Why was the media so quick to jump on Penn State over the Sandusky stuff? Because PSU had always painted themselves as “the good guys” and “the ones who are better than all that” (whatever you might want to lump under “all that”). Any time you can show that the high-and-mighty have feet of clay, its “news”.
That’s why, unless there’s other things to stop them, the media’s gonna start chirping at the Pens. The Pens set themselves as above all this, but then totally blew that out of the water and on national TV. Congrats, Pittsburgh Penguins: you totally stepped on your dicks out there.
At any rate, yeah, even where the Philadelphia Flyers were complicit in today’s festivities, they weren’t the ones pissing on their own white knight reputations. That’s what the Sports Illustrated writer seems to miss when trying to make his point.
Dear Brendan:
When you were appointed to be league disciplinarian, I was hopeful that this was some kind of sign from the league that, instead of just paying lip-service to “the new NHL”, that the league was finally serious about things.
I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a fan of the old, rough-and-tumble style of hockey that I grew up with in the 70s and 80s. I’ve not liked the fact that I’ve had to watch my beloved Broad Street Bullies have to ignore their lineage and adjust to playing in “the new NHL”. That said, I’m an adult. I’m a fan of the sport. I like seeing my favorite players have long, productive careers. So, I was willing to adjust to the changes. And, admittedly, while the game is different, it’s at least as exciting as the bloody games of my youth.
That said, as someone who’s been willing to give up enjoyment of the old time style of hockey, I feel as though I’ve been sold a bill of goods. I watch my team finally mostly complete the transformation from winning through grinding the opposition into the dust to winning through pure skill and observance of the fundamentals. Then, I watch as certain teams are allowed to get away with the hockey equivalent of murder, game in and game out. I feel like I was suckered. I feel like I was told “if you give up your weapons, I’ll make it worth your while” only to be shivved by the people that promised me a new and better hockey experience.
Under your tenure, I’ve watched the league go from questionable officiating and supplementary discipline to something that’s no longer questionable. The agenda that used to just be hinted at is now quite clear.
Overall, I think that your appointment has made things worse than they were before. In the beginning, you seemed really interested in ensuring that everyone toed the player-safety line. Then, somewhere around the time of this year’s AllStar Game, it all changed. Things that got anyone suspended - star or repeat-offender - now don’t even get a full review. Now, it feels like it’s open-season out there. It feels like the players are in a position of having to figure out what’s actually allowed and what’s not; what will be enforced and what won’t; and, worst of all, who is subject to sanction and who’s immune. It’s awful.
I don’t know if the change I’ve watched unfold is because you’ve changed your mind or the league has forced you to change your mind. I can only hope that it’s the latter. Otherwise, I really have to question your integrity and your ethics. I have to question everything about you as it relates to hockey.
In the end, I can only hope that you redeem yourself by looking back on the body of disciplinary work you’ve authored, this season, and say to yourself, “I’ve jobbed this up good and proper” and resign. I hope that, if the jobbing was at the behest of others, you use the freedom associated with your resignation to let the world know, “hey, wasn’t my fault: I was told by the league to sacrifice players’ safety for the greater-good of the league’s bottom-line.”
One way or the other, you need to do something to fix the mess you’ve involved yourself in and helped to create.
Your “team” is really harshing my ability to have an “ugly Flyers fan” buzz. I mean, how can the Flyers possibly begin to compete with what your your “model of professionalism” team does? If someone in Orange and Black did even half as dirty of shit that your team puts into even a single game, they’d be banned for the freaking season.
So, at this point, from all Flyers fans, I have to conceded the dirty-play crown to the Pittsburgh organization. It only took you the best part of thirty years to do it, but, congrats: the crown is well and truly yours. Perhaps you and your buddy Bettman can use it as a prop in your sexy-time games. Sindey would look positively divine in a crown.
As a bit of a PS: when the Flyers first earned the crown in the 70s, it was a tactic to get them to a couple of Cups and appeal to the blue-collar heart of a city. It wasn’t just the tantrums of a team full of spoiled, coddled, and rule-immune brats. Maybe you ought to rethink what you allow the people that wear your organization’s logos to do.
Why does the league promote and protect Sindey Crosby? Because they really don’t want to have to re-align the league to accommodate the Las Vegas (or Kansas City) Penguins.
Let’s face it: when the Crosby years are five years done, the Pens “fans” currently filling seats at the Consol Center will be back to doing what they did after Lemieux retired and Jagr shipped out (not buying season tickets).
Don’t get me wrong: I know plenty of real Pens fans. They’re the ones who have 20 year old jerseys that they’ve either worn since they were new or were family hand-me-downs (and don’t bear Crosby’s or Malkin’s numbers on them) Unfortunately, it seems like most of them aren’t the ones in a geographical position to actually keep the Pens’ arena filled. I should probably also cut Pittsburgh some slack: it’s not like the city’s economically big enough to fully support more than one team. Sadly for the Pens, the team the city’s chosen to support is the Steelers.
I know that Plus is probably more geek-oriented than other social networks, but the fact that the NHL playoffs don’t really seem to be “trending” in any meaningful way is kinda ridiculous. It probably doesn’t help that most of the NHL teams that have a social media presence have that presence almost exclusively on Twitter and/or Facebook (and, seems, most frequently, FaceBook by way connecting their official FB account to their Twitter account).
But why is it that entitities like the NHL concentrate their efforts almost exclusively on sites like Twitter and/or FaceBook? For starters, FaceBook, Twitter and other networks make it dead-easy to post once and get your message out to a number of sites at once. Google’s Plus? Not so much. Crap like this is why Google really needs to work on their cross-platform sharing APIs (have they even published anything meaningful, yet??).
For me, this lack of being able to see updates via Plus is the second biggest reason (behind friends’ not being willing to move off FB) that I still need to log into FB and/or Twitter. I come to Plus because I want to. I have absolutely nothing I could (correctly or incorrectly) conflate with a need to login to Plus.
I used to work for Verizon (technically Digex, at the time) as a UNIX engineer (glorified systems administrator, to be honest). One of the most annoying things I had to deal with was getting customer call about problems with their host, doing diagnostics, determining that there was a networking issue, calling our NetOps folks to see what might be going on (usually after telling them what was fucked up on their side), then, minutes later having everything “magically working again, asking “what’d you change” and being told “nothing: everything’s still the same”.
Really? I called you with a problem. I told you what the problem was. I listened to you type for a few seconds and then things suddenly started working, but you made no changes on your side to cause things to suddenly start working again? Ok: sounds legit.
I’d thought I’d gotten away from that, given that I last worked for Verizon in May of 2004. Apparently, even though I’ve gone on to bigger and better, networking at Verizon is still the same.
Today, I was killing time, waiting for my wife to fill a prescription at the local Walgreens. Not wanting to participate in the slow death that is sitting at the pharmacy counter, I opted to sit out in my car and listen to Last.FM and mess around on Google Plus.
All was going well until the music stopped. I flipped back to Last.FM from Plus and found that I couldn’t get the music to restart. Kept getting “insufficient content” errors. I flipped back to my profile page and noticed that the app couldn’t load my user profile. At first, I figured “Last.FM must be having server problems.”
So, I flipped back to Plus to bitch about it. I noticed that it was taking hitting “post” multiple times in order for a post or a comment to actually get posted without a “can’t post at this time” error message popping up.
After about 20 minutes of this nonsense, I dialed *611 to see if VZW might be having issues. The friendly CSR representative took my information, checked her systems and informed me that she wasn’t seeing any issues. She suggested that, after I got off the call with her, I should take my battery out for about thirty seconds and then restart my phone - that that should clear up any phone-caused issues.
Um. Yeah. Sounds legit.
At any rate, I opted to not pull my battery out. However, in about half the time that it would have taken to have followed her instructions and for my phone to finish rebooting, I had full, uninterrupted network connectivity back. Last.FM was happy and I had tunes again.
I’m almost certain that were I to have re-dialed *611 and asked “what’d you guys have to do to fix things,” I would get the usual Verizon NetOps answer of “nothing. We didn’t change anything”.
Earlier today (14:00 on Friday the 13th, to be exact), I had a double root canal procedure performed. Prior to the procedure, I was, to say the least, “anxiety-ridden”. I mean, jus the name of the procedure is anxiety-inducing. “Root canal”.
I mean, I’d always heard horror stories, but never really knew what it was. Something about the name made it sound like they bored into the roots of your teeth through your gums. To be honest, what they actually do isn’t much better: the drill into your teeth through the top an obliterate your nerves. Even knowing that, ultimately, there’d be no nerves left to feel pain, I definitely went into the procedure with a feeling of dread. It being scheduled for a Friday the thirteenth didn’t help those feelings at all - though, I guess the scheduling seemed “apt” (for lack of a better word). So, I brought a 0.5mg Xanax pill with me to help keep myself from climbing the walls.
Now, I don’t know whether it was the Xanax, my underlying (probabaly “twisted” sense of humor) or that the procedure went exceptionally well. Whatever it was, it wasn’t the horror show I was expecting.
To be honest, as I sat there in the chair, with a rubber block between my left-side molars, mouth utterly-numbed and a rubber-dam stretched across my mouth like a workman’s tarp, I really mostly felt like a carpentry project. Or, maybe I felt like a prop in a BDSM scene? Whatever. The situation isn’t one that I’d volunteer for, but it wasn’t the horror-show I was expecting.
Before the novocaine and fixing of the rubber components, I’d taken my Xanax. The doctor was nice enough to have his assistant crush it to a fine powder so that I could stuff it under my tongue and get the effects much more quickly than normal. So, by the time the work started to go down, I was fairly relaxed. In fact, I almost nodded off a few times while the procedure was going on. Dunno whether that was simple boredom, the Xanax or a combination of the two.
/me shrugs
At any rate, the situation was such that I was finding many things about it amusing:
And so, my mind continued to drift from one amusing thing to another. At several points in the procedure, as I chuckled to myself at the thoughts running through my head and the overall silliness of the situation, the doctor would stop what he was doing. As a good, conscientious doctor, he was concerned that I was in pain.
I wasn’t, but with all the hardware in my mouth, I wasn’t really in a position to articulate that, “no, I’m just amused by the situation.” Probably just as well, he’d probably have thought it might be a good idea to call the guys from the local psych ward to come pick up the wacko that thinks having a root canal is funny.
At the end of it all, the least pleasant part of the procedure was the not being able to talk during it. I mean, with all the things running through my head, I had a real need to make snarky commentary. The fact that I couldn’t was rather frustrated.
Now, I’m sitting here and my teeth feel like they’ve been replaced by shards of broken glass. I went into the bathroom and discovered one more bit of comedy: pulling my lips back far enough to survey the ravaged teeth, I realized my mouth now looks like I’m a carny-worker. Awesome.
No. I’m not writing this while kited on Vicodin. While the doctor was nice enough to write me a script, I’ll likely end up not using it. Historically, pain killers don’t so much remove my ability to feel pain as make me so dizzy and nauseous that I’m too distracted to fully process the pain. So, the script is sitting with my keys and credit cards, unfilled. Chances are, it will stay that way.