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Honorable mention: "A Quiet Place" (2018) |
Dishonorable mention: "3 from Hell" (2019) |
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Movie trailer | "The Tree of Life" (2011) | "The Woods" (2016) |
Director | Christopher Nolan | Michael Bay |
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Honorable mention: My favorite taqueria for chili verde reopening. |
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TV series | (tie) "Game of Thrones" and "Mr. Robot" | "Survivor: Island of the Idols" |
Commercial | Google Assistant commercial where Google Assistant solves problems in famous movies. | Peloton Bike commercial where a wife spends a year soppily gushing over a surprise Christmas gift from her husband: an exercise bike she doesn't need. |
Movie trailer | (tie) "A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood" and "Uncut Gems" and "Wonder Woman 1984" | (tie) "Sonic the Hedgehog" (first trailer) and "Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar" |
The "Mr. Robot" series finale left me with mixed feelings. I was about to proclaim it one of the worst finales in TV history, but then was relieved that the ending managed to right the ship. I'm still unhappy that this whole time, we've been watching Darlene bond with a fake brother...but the show could've ended so much worse.
I watched the IMAX-exclusive prologue of "Tenet". Didn't know was going on, but I already think this will be my favorite movie of 2020. :)
Man, when that last "Survivor: Island of the Idols" tribal council unexpectedly went to commercial--then afterward showed Jeff Probst somberly approaching camp--I seriously thought someone had died. What a relief to hear the producers finally got rid of Dan, who to my dismay was STILL touching women even after the producers warned him. Too bad they didn't do this before he ruined the entire season. It's also lame to me that the show just dropped this major bombshell with as little information as possible, then tried to pivot into the finale like that's the more important thing to care about.
In other TV news, I'm really enjoying this final season of "Mr. Robot". It's like watching a modern-day Ender and Valentine Wiggin synergize as one. I hope the upcoming two-part series finale doesn't disappoint. I'm also curious how this final "Supernatural" season will end, as the mid-season finale finally confirmed the earlier canon that the universe cannot survive without God. I like how the show has been bringing back previously recurring characters like the deaf hunter Eileen and the Winchesters' half-brother Adam.
The CW recently began airing a 5-episode crossover of all their DC superhero shows, titled "Crisis on Infinite Earths". I've actually been watching it to see what became of characters from other DC multiverses, such as Burt Ward's Robin, Clark & Lois Kent from "Smallville", Brandon Routh's Superman from the "Superman Returns" movie, Huntress from the "Birds of Prey" TV series, Tom Ellis' Lucifer Morningstar, and John Wesley Shipp's Flash. Amusingly, Brandon Routh also plays the Ray Palmer character--so the episode had to use split screen when they met each other. I also didn't realize that Erica Durance was playing both Supergirl's mother and Smallville's Lois Kent. P.S. Why do both Supergirl and Superman bother to disguise themselves with glasses among characters who already know their secret identity?
Ugly, ugly merge episode of "Survivor: Island of the Idols" last night. It's inexcusable how Dan kept touching women. I distinctly remember Kellee asking him to stop earlier this season. Then for both Missy and Elizabeth to exploit this and embellish their own stories about how Dan inappropriately touched them, with Missy even coaching Elizabeth on how to manipulate Janet into believing them? Then afterward lying that Janet made it all up?! Irredeemable! I also never liked Aaron, but his uninformed attack on Janet hit a new low. And finally on a more minor note, I'm not happy with Dean for secretly voting against the real-life friend who saved him last tribal council. So yeah, I fully expect to have no one left to root for by the end of the season.
Big Game of Thrones shake-ups. The showrunners pulled out of the next Star Wars trilogy citing scheduling conflicts. Rumor has it that either Marvel Studios or Last Jedi director Rian Johnson will replace them. HBO also canceled the Game of Thrones prequel starring Naomi Watts, despite already shooting a full pilot episode. Instead, HBO has ordered 10 episodes of "House of the Dragon", a GoT prequel about the Targaryen civil war within the Seven Kingdoms. Although my favorite GoT director Miguel Sapochnik will be a co-showrunner and direct the pilot, I can't bring myself to care about Targaryens right now.
In other news, I was amused to read about the Hollywood outrage over a speed-binge feature that Netflix began testing. This new mobile feature can vary the speed at which subscribers watch the shows, from 50 percent slower to 50 percent faster. And filmmakers hate the thought of their characters sounding like chipmunks. Apparently, most podcast and audiobook apps already use this feature so that listeners can speed read or slow down difficult text.
Despite a forewarning from my apartment complex that the PG&E Public Safety Power Shutoff would shutdown my electricity on October 9 (due to high wind and wildfire risk in northern California), nothing happened. All the waiting, delays in the scheduled time, and uncertainty felt like mild psychological torture. Didn't help that the PG&E web site was down all the time either. But I guess I should be thankful my neighborhood's electricity stayed on while regions north, south, east, and west of us lost power (potentially for seven days). Regions that weren't even windy.
In other news, I noticed heightened security at my "Joker" screening: two security guards at the auditorium entrance, and I had to show my ticket and ID to enter. Then as I sat inside, I heard shouting and saw security escort out a handful of guys. As compensation for the disturbance, everyone in the screening received an AMC guest pass good for one free movie.
I was planning to see "Gemini Man" because Ang Lee directed it, but now I'm planning to skip it. Apparently, Ang Lee used 3D+ in HFR (High Frame Rate) technology, and that's the only format available for the 3-D screenings in my area. So to see this poorly-reviewed movie as the filmmaker intended, I have to give myself a headache. :(
Recently, I've been enjoying a new reality show on MTV titled "Ghosted: Love Gone Missing". In each episode, the two investigators help a stumped person solve why their friend or lover suddenly cut off all contact with them. It's like a cross between "Searching" (where the investigators look for leads on social media) and "Law & Order" (where the investigators interview people of interest). The investigators brainstorm theories, cross them off based on the clues they find, and sometimes even suspect the stumped person of hiding something. I like how the first few episodes yielded bombshell twists (this latest episode, not so much). Is the show exploitative? I would say yes. But the people seem all too happy to appear on TV, and the show does seem to mend friendships and help people heal.
Well, Serena Williams now has a second consecutive US Open finals loss to compliment her second consecutive Wimbledon finals loss. You would think that according to the law of averages, she would have one at least one. But for her last four Grand Slam finals, she couldn't win a single set. I mostly blame her first serve for this slump. Same goes for Roger Federer in the quarterfinals match he lost. Once these two they can't get their first serves in anymore, it's game over.
Congratulations to Rafael Nadal on his 19th Grand Slam title. Now he's just one French Open away from tying Federer's career total. I've never seen anyone grind and scrap for every point like Nadal does, and I never thought his body would hold up this long. If he does surpass Federer's Grand Slam record, he definitely earned it.
I finally screened my first movie (the third installment in the Fallen film series) in Dolby Cinema at my local AMC theatre. The auditorium features laser projection, bone-rattling audio, and tiered rows of black leather recliners. Suspicious how the film was only available in this format. A marketing ploy by AMC, perhaps, to spoil customers and hook them on this more expensive premium offering? Thing is, AMC Stubs A-List members like me already get this offering for free.
Recently I've been looking through old episodes of "The Incredible Hulk", searching for the best "hulk out" where Bill Bixby's eyes turn greenish-gray and he metamorphosizes into Lou Ferrigno. I finally found the three that really stuck out in my memory as a kid:
I concluded my favorite "hulk out" was still the one where he awoke with the greenish-gray eyes right next to his newlywed wife, triggered by a nightmare where she boarded a bus driven by the Grim Reaper. This also used to be my favorite episode, until I re-watched it and discovered offensive banter where they mocked Chinese accents. So my new favorite episode became "Homecoming", where David Banner's family learned about his condition (this episode also had a "hulk out" triggered by a nightmare).
Another delay for the opening of the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures. Now it won't open until some time after the Oscars ceremony on February 9, 2020. Which is weird because I just recently saw another preshow about it, hyping the exhibits.
Also while waiting for my movie to start, I was excited to see a teaser for the new Christopher Nolan film releasing in July 2020. I couldn't tell what John David Washington was doing in the clips, but it was enough for me to declare "Tenet" as the movie I most want to see next year.
Looks like the people who made one of my favorite movies of the decade, "searching", will make a sequel to it with different characters and a new story. Other new movies in development I'm looking forward to:
The AMC Theatres web site implemented an interesting new feature: now when I sign in, a pop-up asks me to rate the movie I just saw. I can also like or dislike each trailer that preceded the film. Unfortunately, my answers disappear into whatever black hole collects their customer feedback metrics, but wouldn't that be cool if I could review this historic data whenever I wanted. It would be like a record book for cinephiles.
Well, Regal Entertainment finally announced their own subscription program to rival AMC Stubs A-List, named Regal Unlimited. For $18 per month + tax, subscribers can watch as many standard format movies as they want, whenever they want. The catch? Insulting extra fees. A $0.50 convenience fee to reserve tickets online. An extra surcharge for IMAX, RPX, or 3D. An extra $3 per month for the three Regal theatres in the Santa Maria area. An extra $5.50 per month for the closest Regal theatre to me in the Bay Area, 45 minutes away. And they even require a photo of me to prevent fraud. So, yeah...PASS.
Worst Wimbledon ever. First Serena Williams got massacred by Simona Halep, an opponent whom Serena literally beat 9 out of 10 times in their head-to-head. Now Serena has lost three straight Grand Slam finals for the first time in her career, and who knows how many more chances she'll get to tie Margaret Court's all-time record of 24 Grand Slam titles. I guess on the bright side, Serena continues to reach Grand Slam finals while the other WTA players enter and exit these tournaments like a revolving door.
The Gentlemen's Singles final proved far more gut-wrenching. Roger Federer had the match won, ahead 8-7 in the fifth set and serving for the match at 40-15. DOUBLE MATCH POINT and he blew it! Novak Djokovic went on to win the tiebreaker at 12-12 in the fifth set. I can't think of a tennis loss more painful to me than this one.
Congratulations to the USWNT for successfully defending their Women's World Cup title, extending the FIFA record for most all-time Women's World Cup victories to four, and earning another ticker tape parade in New York City! Not as thrilling as the earlier semi-final against England (I blame the Netherlands team for playing defensively to make that whole first half scoreless), but I'll take it. I guess it paid off for coach Jill Ellis to start Megan Rapinoe and Rose Lavelle despite their hamstring injuries, as they ended up scoring the only two goals of the game (I can watch replays of that awesome Rose Lavelle goal all day). I also developed a love-hate relationship with the video review system after it favored the U.S. this time around, catching a hard foul on Alex Morgan in the penalty area.
In other news, an earthquake hit southern California and wobbled the mall I was eating in. I just shrugged it off, but to my surprise people began panicking and dashing towards the exits. I guess for people who aren't used to earthquakes, the experience can be alarming.
I'm back from rural Sisters, Oregon after my niece got married in a beautiful outdoors wedding backdropped with stark, snowy mountains. Amazingly, the weather cooperated with hot sun during the ceremony and then lightning storms during the indoor reception. For me, the rehearsal dinner highlighted the whole trip because of all the funny and tear-jerking toasts.
Also tried ginger pills for the first time after my sister scared me with warnings of her nightmare roller coaster flight into Oregon. Though I have no idea whether the pills worked or not, as my flights went relatively smoothly.
Now that the Golden State Warriors have ended an era with their loss of Kevin Durant and Andre Iguodala, the 2019 FIFA Women's World Cup is the latest tournament wrecking my nerves now with the U.S. narrowly defeating England in the semi-finals. A 2-2 score and overtime seemed like a forgone conclusion when the referee--following a headshakingly lame video review--gifted England with a penalty kick in the waning minutes of regulation. That's when the USWNT goalkeeper Alyssa Naeher, who worried me ever since her bad blunder against Spain, made the save of her life. Man what a rush--my heart wouldn't stop racing afterward.
I'm rooting against Sweden in the other semi-final because I'm still sore about the 2016 Summer Olympics, when Sweden broke the USWNT's undefeated quarterfinal streak in major tournaments. That loss also led to legendary albeit controversial goalkeeper Hope Solo getting kicked off the team.
Using my AMC Stubs A-List membership, I watched the "Avengers: Endgame" re-release with the following new post-credits bonus content:
Disappointing, if you ask me.
Steph Curry summed up my reaction to Game 6 of the NBA Finals when he threw the ball on the ground and sat dejected on the court right after Klay Thompson injured his knee. I'm convinced that the Golden State Warriors would've absolutely won that game had Klay not gone down. It just blows my mind how many important Warriors players dropped like flies this postseason. It's like they couldn't catch a break.
As a result, I had no interest in watching Game 7 without Klay there to keep it competitive. So I wasn't even mad that Steph Curry missed the game-winning shot in Game 6. (I was mad when he missed the game-winning shot in Game 7 vs. the Cleveland Cavaliers, but nobody seems to remember that.) If anything, I blame the Warriors players who couldn't make free throws if their lives depended on it. It's like, just watch how Curry shoots them and copy his form.
Well, congratulations to Rafael Nadal on winning his 12th French Open, making him the only player (male or female) in tennis history to win 12 titles at a single Grand Slam. And he's probably not done either.
The emotional roller coaster ride continues with the Golden State Warriors surviving a Game 5 elimination from the NBA Finals by one point, but re-losing Kevin Durant to a soul-crushing Achilles' injury in the second quarter. (Unfortunately I was one of the Warriors fans that wanted to expedite his return for whatever percent he could give, even if it meant just standing in the corner shooting threes.) I was ready to be a good sport and congratulate the Toronto Raptors on their first-ever NBA championship for Canada, but that all changed when I saw how Raptors fans cheered and taunted Durant's injury. Now I want them disgraced and humiliated.
In other news, I finally unsubscribed to HBO, and even received a $30 partial refund from the cable person as compensation for how badly "Game of Thrones" ended--even though I told him I thought the show ended fine. I definitely wouldn't rank it down there with the series finales for "How I Met Your Mother", "Lost", and my least favorite of all-time: "Dexter".
I read that the "Game of Thrones" showrunners, David Benioff and D.B. Weiss, will take over the next Star Wars trilogy slated to release in 2022, 2024, and 2026. I wonder if the narrative will span different parts of the galaxy like that animated map of Westeros. In any case, I hope they get Miguel Sapochnik to direct the battles (and maybe Ramin Djawadi for the music). P.S. It's still unknown when the Star Wars trilogy from The Last Jedi director Rian Johnson will release.
I haven't gotten around to canceling my HBO subscription yet. On Sunday, I actually sat through HBO's two-hour documentary that went behind-the-scenes of the final season of "Game of Thrones". Amazing how much time and effort went into making scenes for each of the six episodes, from constructing gigantic sets to preparing all of the extras to filming at night for 55 days to overworked production crew in over their heads. It retrospect, it made that fan petition for HBO to re-make the final season look really disrespectful.
Incidentally, "Game of Thrones" now sits atop my countdown of top 10 favorite TVs shows of all time. It knocked off "Twin Peaks", a show that I can no longer defend after that exasperating third season. Admittedly, "Game of Thrones" had its own missteps, but so did the other nine shows in my top ten. :P
Congratulations to the Golden State Warriors for eliminating the Houston Rockets in the Western Conference semifinals, in quite possibly my favorite basketball game of all-time. Even better than the NBA Finals games where they won the NBA championship! Why, you ask? For starters, I wanted so badly for the Warriors to shut the Rockets up. I lost respect for the Rockets when a) they audited Game 7 of last year's Western Conference finals (the one where they missed 27 straight 3-pointers) and actually tried to convince league officials that the referees cost them an NBA championship, and when b) James Harden whined about wanting a "fair chance" from the refs because he expected favorable foul calls for jumping into defenders. Not to mention c) Chris Paul's flopping and complaining, and this whole conceit that the Rockets would have won last year's Western Conference finals had he not injured his hamstring at the end of Game 5.
Secondly, I fully expected the Warriors to lose to the Rockets barring some kind of magical alignment of the stars. After that devastating sight of Kevin Durant limping off the court, I pictured a Charlie Brown-like baseball team with Steph Curry missing more point-blank shots, Klay Thompson missing in action, and the Warriors bench embarrassing themselves. But to my amazement, everybody on the team shined, even Steph Curry after all signs, i.e., scoring zero points in the entire first half (!!) pointed to him blowing another game for the Warriors.
What an epic weekend to be alive: box-office-shattering "Avengers: Endgame" on Saturday and the mother of all "Game of Thrones" battles on Sunday. Both exceeded my expectations, and I successfully avoided all spoilers.
Today marks my 20th anniversary at IBM. The secret to my longevity here? Cynicism. :) I haven't decided yet when and where I'll use my five extra vacation days. Maybe when this Academy Museum of Motion Pictures finally opens.
What kind of "Supernatural" season finale was that. Is my favorite character on this show, God, a villain now?? I have no idea how the upcoming final season will end.
My web site is back online at www.saoki.org. I lost my Google search rankings since I have no way of redirecting from the old location, but all things considered I can't complain.
I quit PayPal for good. To my chagrin, they denied the case I opened regarding the money I sent for my web site last month. Seeing as I had paid someone who unbeknownst to me, had been deceased since December, I thought I had a good argument for a refund. Now I'm wondering whether PayPal gets to keep that money. In any case, they're on my "blacklist" now (even though I rarely used them anyway) along with JetBlue Airways for that time they casually changed my flight date.
I'm also annoyed with Regal Crown Club. I redeemed thousands of credits for one free movie ticket, and the cashier charged me an extra $1.50 because it was still the first week the film had been released. I literally bought hundreds of dollars worth of movie tickets from them, and they have the gall to attach strings to their paltry little loyalty program. The program's a joke compared to AMC Stubs A-List. Even though AMC is raising the membership's monthly rate to $23.95, that's still an enormous bargain.
Congratulations to Kofi Kingston and Daniel Bryan for easily the best, most emotional match of WrestleMania 35. A cathartic end to a classic Cinderella storyline. Plus it happened early enough in the card when the crowd still had energy. By the time the historic women's main event rolled around, the crowd had been sitting there for around seven hours (and nothing ruins a match like a dead crowd).
I've lost a lot of interest in WrestleMania now that the Undertaker no longer seems to be one of its attractions. The main show's ridiculously long now (almost five and a half hours, even without the lengthy Undertaker entrance in it). It needs to have less matches and less Triple H (both match time and entrance time). And cut out all musical acts, backstage vignettes, and promos.
My web site at saoki.site0.com went down. When I e-mailed my friend who maintains the server and it bounced back, I googled him and was shocked to discover that he had fatally shot his newlywed wife and then turned the gun on himself...exactly three months after their wedding. The whole time we were roommates in college, I never noticed any warning signs. I did notice that he and his wife were very private. When I had dinner with them about three years ago, neither of them mentioned that his mother and brother had been murdered by his father just three months prior. (I didn't learn about it until I attended their wedding.)
The long-awaited final season of "Game of Thrones" is almost upon us, and it's only six episodes so I hope they fit in everything I've longed to see.
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my current thoughts on the "Game of Thrones" series after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down until after you have watched SEASON SEVEN of "Game of Thrones"!
Maybe this is just wish fulfillment, but I'll be sorely disappointed if the series ends without the following payoffs:
P.S. Hopefully the YouTube reaction videos for this final season won't nitpick the pacing and complain about why Bran doesn't know everything. That annoyed me last season.
SEASON 8 SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my thoughts on each season 8 episode after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll past the titles of episodes that you haven't watched yet!
Update 4/30/2019 ("The Long Night" spoiler alert): Director Miguel Sapochnik and musical genius Ramin Djawadi crafted another masterpiece episode. It didn't just have me on the edge of my seat, it had me standing up and hovering anxiously in front of the TV (I watched it in HD from inside a dark hotel room, so I had no issues with the episode lighting). During that climactic curveball of an assassination, I felt overcome with astonishment, relief, and gratitude. It managed to catch me off guard even though I had predicted Arya as the third or fourth most likely character to kill the Night King (and all of the scenarios I predicted involved Jon preoccupying the Night King, not running around on some kind of fool's errand). The scene reminded me fondly of my favorite Lord of the Rings twist when Gollum saved Middle-earth instead of Frodo. I was also legitimately concerned that the episode would end in a cliffhanger where the Night King triumphs. P.S. The main characters who died went out so heroically that I didn't even feel sad for them.
Update 5/7/2019 ("The Last of the Starks" spoiler alert): To tell you the truth, I've never really been a fan of Sansa and Daenerys. But after Sansa "so-called" Stark broke her promise to Jon this episode (and also betrayed Daenerys after everything she sacrificed for Winterfell), I'm done with her. Interestingly, I actually like Daenerys a lot more now. She lost a dragon and half of her armies fighting for Winterfell, and in return got a broken heart, a lack of appreciation and loyalty from the North, and a weaker claim to the Iron Throne thanks to a much more beloved heir. This would make for an intriguing ending if she betrayed the Starks, e.g., exiled Jon to beyond the Wall, and/or ruled the Seven Kingdoms as a tyrant. I feel like it's futile trying to predict the ending. The show can go happy (Jon and Daenerys rule together and maybe she turns out to be pregnant), bittersweet (one of them dies), tragic (both die and Tyrion takes the Iron Throne), or ideological (do away with the Iron Throne altogether).
Update 5/14/2019 ("The Bells" spoiler alert): Welp, the streak is over. Miguel Sapochnik finally directed an episode that I hated. Now I know why Jon couldn't say goodbye to Ghost--the show must have wasted their CGI budget on scene after scene of senseless genocide (including peril scenes of Arya just running around doing nothing like Jon). I mostly blame the writers though, for irrevocably assassinating Daenerys' character and throwing away eight seasons of her development. I've never been a fan of hers--and she's always had glimmers of "mad queen"--but she deserved so much better than leaping from beloved war hero to genocidal madwoman in just two episodes. The writers actually had her hunting and incinerating every civilian she could, completely ignoring Cersei who ultimately received a humanized, romantic death! P.S. Tickets went on sale for the next "Game Of Thrones Live Concert Experience", but last time I went they played Targaryen music which is probably going to sicken me now. :P
Update 5/21/2019 ("The Iron Throne" spoiler alert): I liked the series finale, particularly when Tyrion flung his Hand of the Queen brooch on the ground and when the Starks got their own montage. Initially, I felt utter dismay and outrage that Bran the tree became king instead of rightful heir Jon. But then after stewing on it for a couple of days, I concluded that Bran would actually make the best king. I've always maintained that the Iron Throne was beneath Jon, and I've always liked the thought of Jon roaming north of the Wall with Ghost and the Wildlings he shepherded. I also loved Arya's dream of venturing west of Westeros ever since she mentioned it two seasons ago. The way I look at it, the Starks won the "game of thrones" and all of my favorite characters got happy endings. I even liked Jaime's ending--he always did long for deeds to be proud of in The Book of Brothers, and I never felt his character deserved a "happily ever after". So for me, the only character that the show mucked up was Daenerys. The writers just seemed hell-bent on demonizing her character beyond recognition (even giving her Lucifer wings to that effect, and having Arya call her a killer as if we still needed more convincing after last episode's holocaust). At least the finale wrote off Daenerys in a tasteful, dignified way--and I did grow to like this whole notion of Drogon melting the true villain in this entire series, the Iron Throne itself. So in conclusion, I actually liked the final season (except for one episode) and won't be signing that online petition for HBO to re-make it. :)
What a macabre episode of "The Walking Dead". I give it points for audacity, but also found it in bad taste and disrespectful to long-time cast members. At first I thought the show was resorting to shock value to help its declining ratings, but then I found out later that they were actually reenacting a landmark scene from the comic book (and that comic book fans were dreading it). The show even changed the identities to swerve all of the comic book fans. I tell you man, that comic book is messed up.
To my relief, WWE officially announced that the Raw Women’s Championship Match featuring Ronda Rousey vs. Charlotte Flair vs. Becky Lynch will headline WrestleMania 35. Women will finally headline WrestleMania for the first time in history, and I won't have to suffer another Roman Reigns main event! It's also the only match of interest to me out of the other 13 or so underwhelming matches on the card. :P
AMC sure has a good thing going with this Stubs A-List program. When I first joined the membership almost nine months ago, I averaged more than 10 free movies a month. Naturally, this pace was too difficult to sustain. Today, I've only screened two free movies in the entire month of March. So for $19.95, I only watched $32.88 worth of free movies. Still a bargain, but it doesn't count the money I spent on concessions. I've also become spoiled with reserving my seat online, skipping the ticket purchase line, and printing my ticket straight from a kiosk. It's become too big of a convenience for me to entertain giving up.
I don't think I'm alone either. I read that other members have been seeing movies more than once, and even bringing along friends and family members who don't have memberships.
AMC announced development of a third Walking Dead series, in addition to "The Walking Dead" and "Fear the Walking Dead". Pass.
A lot of movies coming out that I'm not interested in either. Examples:
On the plus side, it appears that at long last, I'm free from having to suffer through any more Transformers or Sharknado sequels.
That's really good news that Roman Reigns' leukemia went into remission. Having said that, the WWE better not book him into the WrestleMania main event for a fifth time in a row. I really started liking this idea of women main-evening WrestleMania for the first time ever.
I'm strongly considering buying a Nintendo Switch after I found out that Capcom will release two of the best survivor horror games of all time, "Resident Evil" and "Resident Evil 4", on May 21 of this year. (Capcom is releasing "Resident Evil Zero" as well, but I found this game so awful I never finished it.) I'm mostly interested in "Super Mario Maker 2" though--especially the types of troll levels I can create. :)
Looks like video gaming changed since I've been away (I stopped after Sony Playstation 2 and Nintendo Game Cube)--apparently instead of cartridges or discs, I can just buy and download digital games straight to the Nintendo console now.
I would easily call that heart-wrenching 300th episode of "Supernatural" the best of the whole series. Jeffrey Dean Morgan returned as John Winchester, and made me forget all about his genocidal, irredeemable character on "The Walking Dead".
Here's some news that I'm following closely: an Academy Museum of Motion Pictures is going to open this year in Los Angeles with a Hayao Miyazaki exhibition, the first major U.S. exhibition of his work. The museum will feature a state-of-the-art 1000-seat David Geffen Theater inside a spherical building, and a 288-seat Ted Mann Theater. Count me in.
Also found out (to the delight of Mario Maker streamers everywhere) that "Super Mario Maker 2" is coming out for the Nintendo Switch this June. "Super Mario Maker" first came out in 2015, and I'm still impressed by the vast subculture it spawned in the video gaming community.
Thanks to an oversight I made during my data migration to a new laptop, I permanently lost all of my archived e-mails prior to 2010. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how little I missed any of these e-mails. So out of all of my early contenders for "worst of the year" list, this won't be one of them. :) (I might shortlist Super Bowl LIII though. Quite possibly the worst football game I've ever seen.)
In other news, now that Alfonso Cuarón won the DGA, here are my Oscar predictions for 2018:
I also compiled a new list of coming attractions that piqued my interest:
I expected a hard time predicting the Academy Award for Best Picture this year after "Green Book" won the PGA. But now that both "Green Book" and "A Star Is Born" got snubbed for Best Director nominations, I think "Roma" has Best Picture in the bag.
Here's how I rated the 2018 Best Picture nominees from favorite to least favorite:
I happened to catch the end of that NFC wild-card playoff game where the Chicago Bears lost to the Philadelphia Eagles, when Cody Parkey's field goal kick bounced off both the upright and crossbar. Afterward on my car radio, people called in to share their biggest sports disappointments. Mine would have to be once-in-a-lifetime losses that blemished my favorite players' historic careers and might bother me for the rest of my life:
Actually, I don't know why that last one still gets under my skin even after Team USA redeemed itself multiple times over. Somehow those images of Alicia Sacramone falling just trying to mount the balance beam, then flipping onto her back during the floor exercise just burned into my brain. :P
In tennis news, I guess this was Andy Murray's last Australian Open. Due to a lingering hip injury, he announced he will retire this year.
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Music video | "This Is America" Childish Gambino | "My My My!" Troye Sivan |
TV series | n/a | (tie) "The X-Files" and "Fear the Walking Dead" |
Commercial | Espresso Snickers commercial that shows anyone can get irritable when they're hungry, even grandmas | (tie) Zelle commercial where Daveed Diggs rhymes about Zelle around town, and a Diet Coke commercial where Gillian Jacobs tells me to drink a Diet Coke "because I can" |
Movie trailer | (tie) "Happy Death Day 2U" and "Us" | "UglyDolls" |
'Tis the season where I start finalizing my blog for best and worst of the year. My movie lists will be easy because so far I only rated 13 movies a 7 or higher, and 11 movies a 4 or lower. My top TV show will be hard without a new "Game of Thrones" season to rave about yet. Surprisingly, all five of my favorite songs of 2018 will be rap. Nothing in the other music genres stood out for me. It's also been a banner year for bad songs.
For my best and worst events of 2018, we have contenders like my brand-new car (especially when I first bought it and didn't have to worry about car problems anymore) and the Camp Fire here in northern California. I can tell you one thing: that AMC Stubs A-List membership won't make #1. Although it's single-handedly saved me hundreds of dollars, it's turned me into my penny-counting Dad and made me obsess over trying to hit that movie quota every week. All in all, I think it'll all come down to my neuroses. For instance, it's been bugging me all year that Serena Williams still hasn't drawn even with Margaret Court's record for all-time Grand Slam singles titles, despite reaching the last two Grand Slam finals. And by coming short of that seventh US Open title, she missed the perfect opportunity to draw even with her seven Australian Open titles and seven Wimbledon titles. Roger Federer, on the other hand, successfully evened out his total Grand Slam singles titles to a milestone 20 this January. Had he gotten stuck at 19, I'm certain that would have bugged the hell out of me all year long and beyond.
What a welcome relief to get rain here in California, and many thanks to the firefighters who contained the Camp Fire that kept polluting the air I breathe to unhealthy levels. I actually had to resist the urge to cough because my ear canal started getting sore.
R.I.P. Stan Lee.
All last week, I enjoyed watching though some YouTube videos of Mario Masters Colosseum, an annual charity event where famous Mario Maker streamers compete against each other in video games and party games.
On Halloween, they played an entertaining party game I never heard of called "Werewolf", about a town of villagers who must sleuth whom among them are secretly werewolves. Each "night", the werewolves secretly kill one villager; and each "day", the villagers must deliberate and vote on one player to execute. The villagers win if they can execute all of the werewolves; the werewolves win if they can outnumber the villagers. One villager got to play the Seer who could peek at a single player's identity card each night; one villager played the Witch who could save or poison a single player; and one villager played the Hunter who could take another player with them whenever they die (all of them had to bide their time to avoid exposing themselves too early to the werewolves).
It was amusing to me watching the villagers suspect each other and throw out accusations. At one point they started persecuting all of the quiet people. :D I'd probably struggle at playing a werewolf in this game, as I'd have to lie, feign emotion, earn the trust of villagers, and not be afraid to betray fellow werewolves (the werewolves in the first round blew their cover by defending/not voting for one another). When I think about it, the best strategy for the werewolves might just be to target the most talkative people. :)
Still feels surreal that the WWE's number one guy, Roman Reigns, relinquished the Universal Title and left the WWE to undergo treatment for leukemia. Just came outta nowhere and kinda made me feel guilty for all the times I complained about him.
Needless to say, the WWE removed him from its Crown Jewel main event, which takes place at...someplace the WWE no longer mentions, due to all the bad publicity over the murdered journalist. I might be biased, but the WWE should just cancel the event and bring it here to California. :P
R.I.P. Scott Wilson, who played my favorite character on "The Walking Dead".
Satisfying ending to "The Walking Dead" season 9 premiere. I'm so sick of how scumbags on both this show and "Fear the Walking Dead" have been literally getting away with murder. In fact, I'm done watching "Fear the Walking Dead" (even though the season 4 finale wasn't bad). The show's just gotten too boring and annoying for me.
In WWE news, Shawn Michaels is coming out of retirement for a dream match at WWE Crown Jewel: D-Generation X vs. the Brothers of Destruction! Too bad I won't be attending live, given it's all the way in Saudi Arabia. My only hope is they have a rematch at either Survivor Series or WWE TLC here in California. If they go with the rumored Shawn Michaels vs. Undertaker match instead, I'm not interested (unless it has an intriguing stipulation). Nothing can top their previous two WrestleMania matches which I attended live.
I'm worried that WWE already pulled the trigger (twice) on AJ Styles vs. Daniel Bryan. It makes me question whether Daniel Bryan will finally win a long-deserved Royal Rumble Match victory.
I've now attended two weddings in a row where the bride and groom wrote their own vows, and on both occasions that's been my favorite part of the ceremony. They add a unique form of suspense, drama, and personality to the proceedings.
I'm still curious why this bride and groom chose to marry at a chateau next to an airport runaway. Admittedly, this gave the ceremony some suspenseful cliffhangers whenever somebody had to pause before a key part of their speech.
Well, that 2018 US Open women's final ruined my day. Serena Williams was already losing by a set and a break, but then the chair umpire--who had been singling out Serena with nitpicky code violations all set long--decided the outcome of the match for himself with a game penalty against Serena so rare I've never even heard of it! Clearly, this umpire had no respect for the enormity of the occasion, and hopefully he'll go down in tennis history as the lamest chair umpire ever.
At the same time, I was disappointed in Serena for inviting this disaster in the first place, when she destroyed her racket and then kept demanding an apology from the chair umpire for the first code violation. After the 2009 US Open and 2011 US Open, Serena should know better than anyone that nothing good ever comes out of her lashing out at officials. She had been doing so well too, controlling her temper the last few years. When I saw it flaring back up at such a critical time, I cringed and felt powerless.
So all in all, this year's US Open sucked. In addition to two other chair umpire controversies, the muggy weather and lack of air circulation pretty much took out Federer. The one highlight was a thrilling five-set quarter-final match between Rafael Nadal and Dominic Thiem, which vindicated the US Open's decision to enforce final-set tiebreakers.
In other news, using my AMC Stubs A-List membership, I screened $175.69 worth of movies in the month of August--a total of 11 free movies for a total savings of $155.74. So despite seeing zero films during my vacation in Hawaii, I managed to milk even more savings in August than I did in July. One could argue that I'm only saving this much money because I've been intentionally watching more movies than I normally would. To that, I have no retort.
Man, so expensive parking and lodging at a hotel in downtown San Francisco. I stayed overnight near the Metreon shopping center so I could screen three movies in the area. I actually got to re-watch "2001: A Space Odyssey" and "The Dark Knight" for free on the AMC Metreon 16 theatre's tall IMAX screen thanks to my AMC Stubs A-List membership.
Torturously muggy weather in Honolulu, Hawaii, and our Airbnb rental there had no air conditioning (just fans). No air conditioning at all those open-air buildings either, for example, the Ala Moana mall. As a result, I almost skipped my family's picnic at Bellows Beach--but I'm glad I was talked into it. Never been so close to such beautiful turquoise water before (though unfortunately, a jellyfish stung my niece when she went in).
Fortunately, my nephew's wedding was indoors. The whole event felt storybook, with TV-quality speeches from the heart and self-written vows. Come to think of it, I can't recall ever attending a wedding where the bride and groom wrote their own vows. Pretty brave of them.
All in all, I'm glad to have finally visited Hawaii and would consider it a highlight for the year.
I'm probably in the minority here, but I'm intrigued by the Oscars announcement about a new Academy Award for achievement in popular film. Maybe now they can stop snubbing outstanding movies that mainstream audiences have actually heard of, like "Interstellar", "Marvel's The Avengers", "The Hunger Games", and "Wonder Woman". Though admittedly, I was pleasantly surprised that they nominated "Mad Max: Fury Road" and "Get Out" for Best Picture.
Ever since I joined the AMC Stubs A-List on July 1, I've managed to screen 11 total movies with it in the month of July. Meaning, I watched $169.09 worth of movies for $19.95, a total savings of $149.14. That's a heckuva bargain.
Admittedly, I need a small break from watching movies. Despite me seeing certain movies more than once, it was too difficult using up all three of my free movies each week (I only managed it twice). Mostly because it's atypical for three new releases of interest to come out in the same week.
Sigh. So both of my favorite tennis players, Serena Williams and Roger Federer, fell short of the 2018 Wimbledon title. Although Serena has really improved since she first returned from pregnancy, I knew Angelique Kerber would be a struggle. After all, Serena made it to the final without being tested by any of the top ten seeds (none of them lasted past the fourth round, which was unprecedented). But I think it all goes to show that Wimbledon and the upcoming US Open made the right call to seed her.
Federer's loss stung in particular, because he had match point and then went on to lose the next three sets. I just have to remind myself how greedy it is to expect continual dominance from both he and Serena, considering that they've already reached the pinnacle of their sport.
Now I gotta talk about these marathon Wimbledon fifth sets. With the exception of that thrilling semi-final between Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal, I generally find marathon Grand Slam final sets boring as hell. Especially the ones where big servers like John Isner and Kevin Anderson just hold each service game easily (I actually sat through a replay of Isner's 70-68 set against Mahut, by the way). The US Open enforces a final-set tiebreaker, which to me makes every point suspenseful and dramatic.
I also welcome the news that the 2018 US Open will start displaying a 25-second shot clock. Of course this would likely hurt Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal, who in my opinion get away with way too many time violations when they serve. So hopefully, the clock won't lead to disrespectful fans loudly counting the time down.
Well, AMC Theatres finally came up with a movie subscription service too good to pass up. For $19.95 a month, the AMC Stubs A-List membership lets me reserve up to three screenings per week in any premium format including IMAX, Dolby Cinema, 3D, and D-BOX. Given that an IMAX 2D screening costs $19.19, the membership already pays for itself on the first IMAX movie! In contrast, MoviePass only permits standard 2D movies, prohibits more than one screening of the same movie, and can't pre-reserve seats. I also never trusted MoviePass. :)
IMDb did an interesting segment where Natalie Dormer listed five movies that best spoke to each of her five senses. I attempted a list of my own:
My runners-up for sight and sound would be "The Matrix Reloaded" (2003) and "Les Misérables" (2012), respectively.
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In other sports news, no more triple-triple for Usain Bolt. The Court of Arbitration for Sport dismissed his relay teammate's appeal against a ruling that disqualified their Olympic gold medal victory in the 4x100m relay at Beijing 2008.
In TV news, I had to wait for "Talking Dead" again to confirm that yet another major "Fear the Walking Dead" character had been killed off last night. At least this death felt dignified, but after all those hours of wasted character development I feel like this show is more pointless than ever now. And given the news about another major cast member leaving "The Walking Dead", I think AMC should consider ending both shows. :P
I'm also sick of this new trend in both TV and movies where murdered fan favorites don't receive the justice they deserve. Instead, the fan favorite's loved ones just let bygones be bygones and/or even make friends with the killer! I would cite examples (like from this most recent "Fear the Walking Dead" midseason finale), but don't want to spoil anything.
Well, the Seaside repair shop fixed the power supply in my HDD/DVD recorder, and I verified that all of my recordings survived. Das cool. Even my timer schedule of programs to record survived, so maybe that's stored in the hard drive.
Congratulations to the Golden State Warriors for winning their fourth consecutive Western Conference championship! I tuned into their last two elimination games reluctantly, as it ruins my whole day whenever they sloppily blow a close playoff game. I still can't reconcile how they can start the first half so badly, then absolutely crush it in the third quarter. Is it strategy? Playing possum? Lulling the opponent into a false sense of security? Conserving energy? Or maybe the Houston Rockets kept pushing themselves too hard in the first half, and didn't have any legs left to make jump shots (that might explain their record-breaking streak of 27 missed 3-pointers in Game 7).
Tried chicken and waffles for the first time (at my workplace's new cafeteria). I didn't like it. I still need to arrive early enough to the cafeteria to try their corned beef hash. I used to hate whenever my Mom served it for breakfast, but now it's one of my favorite foods.
I miss the chili verde that the old cafeteria used to serve. I've yet to see it at the new cafeteria. I think my favorite chili verde right now comes from "Taqueria El Pastor" in the Northridge mall, where the pork they use just melts in my mouth.
In other news, thanks to another blackout at my apartment complex, my HDD/DVD recorder went completely dead. The clock wouldn't even power on. (Oddly, the other electronic devices in that same surge protector survived just fine.) Fortunately, the Seaside repair shop I patronized nearly a decade ago was still in business.
I still had hours of recordings on the hard drive. Roughly once a year, I curate my favorite TV highlights and archive them onto a DVD. The curated highlights still sitting on my hard drive included:
With my recorder in the repair shop, I wasn't able to tape the royal wedding between Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. Oh well.
Ironically, I can't think of a single time I've ever gone back and watched one of the DVDs I made. Despite the DVDs' skinny compact size, they've only added to my "material baggage".
Still haven't gotten around to changing the name of my blog, "Room 237", after that Shining documentary hijacked the name and attached crackpot theories to it. I originally chose the name because of my fascination with coincidences, superstition, and seclusion (and that cool video game "Silent Hill 4: The Room"). What were the odds that my old apartment complex--following the fire that temporarily freed me from material baggage--would relocate me to Apt. 237, the same number for that mysterious forbidden hotel room from "The Shining"? I also liked the whole idea of a peaceful reclusive space, walled off from the world.
Maybe I can keep the "237" and synthesize a new name from the passions in my life like curation, cinema, and cynicism. For my original blog name, I actually toyed with "cynic critic"--but scrapped it due to the remote possibility that someday my cynicism could fade. Well...fast-forward several years to today, and I'm more cynical than ever.
I found the Walking Dead season 8 finale unsatisfying, and was glad I passed on watching in a movie theater. What an anticlimactic end to the Saviors storyline. To me, Negan committed horrible atrocities and deserved death more than any character Rick has ever killed. Heck, just a couple of episodes prior, Rick and Morgan cold-bloodedly executed the Saviors who untied them--now all of a sudden these two are pacifists again! I'm so tired of how the main characters on this show keep flip-flopping in this eternally pretentious moral struggle. I don't like it when they stupidly kill off main characters, either. Finally, what kind of idiot keeps exhausting all of their bullets on a hiding person with no gun and then walks straight into their ambush??
Haha, nice swerve by Jeff Probst during the Survivor: Ghost Island vote read. He started out revealing a streak of Desiree votes (presumably from the minority alliance), switched to Michael votes as if he had received the remainder of them, and then swerved back to the Desiree votes. I don't think fans truly appreciate what an art it is, to order tribal council votes in the most dramatic possible way. If you can google the interview where Jeff Probst explained it, it's an entertaining read.
Was Desiree surprised that her lies didn't work, even when she swore to God (cringe)? I certainly wasn't. What kind of innocent person would just dismiss an accusation that major instead of denying it with every fiber of their being? If an alliance had falsely accused me, I'd have been absolutely livid at them. Admittedly, it'd be difficult for a liar to fake this kind of outrage. At least she didn't pull a Dreamz and go on ad nauseam about setting a good example for her son.
To my surprise, Ronda Rousey's Mixed Tag Team Match ended up being my favorite match of WrestleMania 34. It kept me on the edge of my seat, and managed to convince me that the WWE might actually job her to Stephanie McMahon. Herein lies the secret to the top wrestling matches, in my opinion: build them up with must-win stakes (like a streak or some kind of MacGuffin) to make the fans really care about the outcome.
The crowd in attendance can sure make or break a wrestling match. That WrestleMania 34 crowd managed to ruin AJ Styles vs. Shinsuke Nakamura and Brock Lesnar vs. Roman Reigns II for me. But thanks to the inordinate length of WrestleMania nowadays, who can blame them. Admittedly, what dumb booking to have Roman Reigns kick out of Brock Lesnar's finisher five times. Now the move doesn't feel special anymore.
If you ask me, "The X-Files" season 11 finale tarnished the whole series and may have killed whatever interest I had left in the show--even if all these unceremoniously stupid deaths turn out to be fake outs. The scene that dismayed me the most: when Scully just shrugged off William's apparent death after entire seasons of her obsessing over him!
In other news, the WWE officially cleared Daniel Bryan for in-ring competition! Das cool. My wish list: book him to finally win a Royal Rumble Match, and go on to face either Shinsuke Nakamura or AJ Styles at WrestleMania. Side note: I find these promos where Shinsuke Nakamura pauses to have a seizure entertaining. :D
R.I.P. Stephen Hawking.
Can't say I'm excited about WrestleMania 34, not even about the prospect of John Cena vs. an apparently non-retired Undertaker. I do anticipate one match to blow the roof off: AJ Styles vs. Shinsuke Nakamura. If the WWE had any sense, they would let this one main event last. That Brock Lesnar vs. Roman Reigns match might turn into the biggest disaster since Lesnar's WrestleMania XX fiasco. Especially with Lesnar expected to leave again, and this whole "no show" build-up (kind of like how Goldberg didn't show up for the WrestleMania XX build-up).
I feel like WWE got the booking wrong for Ronda Rousey. Are we supposed to believe that Stephanie McMahon stands any kind of chance against her? Maybe the encounter will only last a few seconds. Personally, I would've pit Rousey against Asuka's undefeated streak--the story writes itself. Unless maybe they're planning to keep that streak alive until the next WrestleMania?
I'll try to keep an open mind about Braun Strowman's WrestleMania storyline. Right now I feel like they're wasting this great character. I guess Bray Wyatt already has WrestleMania plans?
Finally, if the WWE Hall of Fame 2018 Induction Ceremony follows the same pattern as the previous ones, Kid Rock is going to get booed out of the building.
Foiled again on my Best Picture prediction. On the plus side, I find it cool that Guillermo del Toro, Alfonso Cuarón, and Alejandro González Iñárritu all have directing Oscars now.
Looks like my celebrity counterpart, DJ Steve Aoki, tried weightlessness for himself at a zero-gravity dance party. Coincidence?
Just like Winter Olympics past, these PyeongChang 2018 Olympics have given me highs and lows. Case in point: after I watched Mikaela Shiffrin unexpectedly win a gold medal in the giant slalom, she inexplicably placed fourth in her signature slalom event on the very next day! That same night, I had to watch Lindsey Jacobellis fade to fourth place in the snowboard cross final after she led the majority of the race (at least she made the final this time), and had to watch Nathan Chen skate to a disastrous 17th place in the men's figure skating short program (I do enjoy the commentary from Tara Lipinski and Johnny Weir at least).
Congratulations to Shaun White on becoming the first snowboarder ever to win three Olympic gold medals! Talk about a clutch performance--instead of his usual victory lap, he had to nail the very last run of the snowboard halfpipe final to avoid second place. I've never seen him scream that loud and cry that hard before. I was also impressed by gold medalist Chloe Kim on the previous day's halfpipe. For some reason, I found it amusing watching each competitor either hug or snub the first snowboarder to finish, Arielle Gold, as she waited and waited at the bottom in bronze medal position.
In other sporting news, 36-year-old Roger Federer successfully became the oldest man to ever top the world tennis rankings, surpassing Andre Agassi who held the record at age 33-years-old. Das impressive.
Update 2/22/2018: What an ending to the women’s ice hockey gold medal match. I'm glad NBC chose to televise it. That's the first time I've watched a penalty shootout, and to me it was way more thrilling than regulation/overtime where I can't even tell where the puck is. :) I felt vested in this match because I still remember my bitterness from the last Olympic hockey final when the U.S. women managed to blow a 2-0 lead against Canada in the final minutes of regulation.
Update 2/24/2018: Never thought I'd be watching live curling again after I walked out on it at the Vancouver 2010 Olympics, but I couldn't resist tuning in to team USA's historic gold medal match. Congratulations to Team Shuster on winning America's first-ever gold medal in Olympic curling! Talk about an improbable victory. Hollywood should make a movie about this.
Congratulations to the Philadelphia Eagles on their first-ever Super Bowl victory! Say what you will about the New England Patriots, their Super Bowl games never fail to entertain.
I'm not a fan of the TV show "This Is Us", but I did tune in to their big post-Super Bowl episode. Hopefully now instead of blaming harmless Crock-Pots, viewers will blame the parents' negligence for letting all of their smoke alarm batteries expire. I also found it unconscionably stupid for Jack to enter a burning house to save a dog and a sack of replaceable material possessions. And I found his complete lack of smoke inhalation symptoms hard to believe. But otherwise, good episode. I can definitely identify with that family, even though it's weird to me that they still have hang-ups over this incident 20 years later.
Now that all the precursor guild awards concluded, here are my Oscar predictions for 2017:
This time, I refuse to trust a PGA winner without a SAG nomination no matter how favorable the odds get.
Congratulations to Roger Federer on a milestone 20th Grand Slam title! I got alarmed when he suddenly faded in the fourth set, but to my relief he held tough in the fifth to secure his sixth Australian Open title. That Marin Cilic, man--he still bugs me; the time he wastes between serves and the way he kept fussing over his unopened rackets. I'm so glad Federer closed it out (on another harrowing HawkEye challenge, no less). Plus it was cool (and uncharacteristic) to see Federer so emotional at the trophy presentation.
In another feel-good moment, Caroline Wozniacki FINALLY won her first Grand Slam title! Quite the final given that among the active WTA roster, I had regarded both her and opponent Simona Halep as the two best players to never win a Grand Slam tournament. I used to be one of the haters who felt that Caroline Wozniacki didn't deserve the #1 WTA ranking, but nowadays I'm impressed with her level of play and feel like she truly earned the spot.
By the way, that semifinal between Simona Halep and Angelique Kerber might go down as the most epic women’s tennis match I've ever watched. Haymakers back-and-forth; suspenseful HawkEye challenges; both players trying to gut through exhaustion and mental demons. First Kerber rallied back from double match point; then Halep rallied back from double match point. An amazing match.
At long last, WWE booked a Royal Rumble Match right. I also liked the first-ever Women’s Royal Rumble Match and its nostalgic slew of surprise entrants who helped build the division. And I liked that they had to all go over the top rope, even though I noticed they had to keep finding creative ways to keep the eliminations safe. To my recollection, WWE's previous women's battle royales never instituted this deceptively dangerous rule.
Man, that Ronda Rousey needs better entrance music. Like for example, the entrance music of Samoa Joe or Brock Lesnar.
To my confusion, "Phantom Thread" snagged a Best Picture nomination over four other more probable Oscar contenders. It had such slim odds that I had just written it off. As a result, I had to go watch it before I could finish ranking all of the 2017 Best Picture nominees:
The Golden Globes, PGA, and SAG awards took place so early this year that I've pretty much finalized all of my Academy Award predictions already, except for Best Director.
"The X-Files" quietly started airing season 11, and already I hate it. :P They're seriously just retconning the whole series now. Either that, or they're trying to convey the futility of finding truth in a world so polluted with disinformation. The examples that irritated me the most:
Also, I still can't reconcile how the Cigarette-Smoking Man survived getting blown to smithereens in the series finale. While I'm at it, I can't remember how Mulder and Scully were allowed to return to the FBI.
I finished tabulating the music video rankings for 2017. I had to apply two tiebreakers to determine the #30 song: "Formation" or "Trampoline".
Well, I finally bought a brand-new car: a 2018 Toyota Corolla LE sedan. Why does my new car match the exact same make, model, and color of my last two cars, you might ask? Because I like trilogies. :)
I'm somewhat fascinated with this new car's automated safety features. It's supposed to automatically brake when it detects a collision, automatically course-correct when it detects lane departure, automatically dim high beams when it detects oncoming cars, and automatically adjust the cruise control to steadily follow the car ahead of me. Interestingly, during my drive back to San Jose, the car's AI warned me to put my hands back on the steering wheel (I was experimenting with the course-correction feature); then about two hours into the trip asked me if I need a break.
I traded in my old 2004 Corolla for a whopping $100. To my irritation, the salesman rationalized that because its odometer froze at 299,999 miles, they couldn't really trust my own personal estimate. So basically, they exploited their own manufacturing defect as an excuse to lowball me. I didn't really mind though, as I doubt the engine would've lasted much longer given how fast (and loudly) it was burning through oil. My oil kept running low less than 3000 miles after my oil changes, even though the car had no leaks anywhere.
I actually felt a pang of sadness when I spotted my 2004 Corolla on my way out of the dealership lot. Nowhere near as sad as my Mom when she said goodbye to the family station wagon, but sentimental nonetheless. I guess because for those 14+ years and 364,000+ miles, that 2004 Corolla never really let me down. It was like a good luck charm in that I never once suffered a traffic accident in it.
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TV series | "Game of Thrones" | "Fear the Walking Dead" |
Commercial | (tie) Foot Locker commercial where DeMarcus Cousins and Ndamukong Suh "make an impression", and a GEICO Insurance commercial about a talking raccoon's cooking show | Toyota commercial where identical hitchhikers steal a samaritan's car in a roundabout |
Movie trailer | (tie) "Thor: Ragnarok" and "The Disaster Artist" and "Isle of Dogs" | "Power Rangers" |
Cinemark unveiled some kind of Movie Club where once a month, members can pay a discounted $8.99 instead of $12.75 for one ticket. Huh? This is supposed to compete against MoviePass, where for $9.95 a month the subscribers can get one free movie ticket a day? That MoviePass pays for itself after just one movie! Admittedly, I never trusted MoviePass because it seems too good to be true--well, that and I can't use it without an iPhone or Android phone. :)
It's been awhile, but I finally drove to San Francisco to see a limited release movie. I just couldn't wait to screen the James Franco biopic about Tommy Wiseau and Greg Sestero. :)
I'm glad I experimented with driving on US 101 the Monday after Thanksgiving weekend rather than Sunday (or Saturday). No gridlock at all this time, and it only cost me one extra vacation day. This will become my new routine going forward.
Looks like the "Talking Dead" purposely spoiled who will cross over from "The Walking Dead" to "Fear the Walking Dead". I don't get it. Texas isn't exactly close to the East Coast--did this character just go on some zombie apocalypse road trip? And with the filming location so far away, I assume this character will have to be written off "The Walking Dead" somehow. I don't like it.
Congratulations to the Houston Astros on their first World Series championship. Not the best World Series IMHO, given how anticlimactic Game 7 was against the Dodgers, but at least they had an epic Game 5. (Personally, I can't imagine any baseball game ever topping the awesomeness of those previous two World Series Game 7's!)
My pictures from New York finally got developed, so I uploaded them to my blog. It takes about two weeks to ship and process the film. I used a disposable camera, so most of the photos I snapped in dim lighting, e.g., my 9/11 museum snapshots, came out too dark. I do own a camera with a magnificent flash, but I've been saving it for special occasions (like WWE events) because stores stopped selling film rolls for it. Once my stock of film rolls run out, I'll probably have to go digital. :)
Gross. On Sunday, I counted 24 dead quails in the plaza of my workplace. Looked like some kind of animal attack. Then that night I gave my first ever 0 star rating to "The Simpsons" in the show's 27-year history--to that sickening Halloween story where Homer cannibalized himself.
"The Walking Dead" season 8 premiere was ok. Better than this most recent "Fear the Walking Dead" season. Once again, "Fear the Walking Dead" managed to think up another dumb death for a major character. I'm not even curious about which mystery character will cross over between the two shows some time in 2018. (I assume we can rule out an appearance by comatose Rick.) The top theory appears to be Abraham given that he once lived at a grocery store in Houston, the same city that the Proctors plan to sail toward. Personally, I'd find it much more interesting if one of the "Fear the Walking Dead" characters journeyed all the way from Mexico to the East Coast, thereby setting up a flash-forward.
I decided to look for famous paintings at the Museum of Modern Art (admission is free after 4pm on Friday). I saw The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh and Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth. I like that latter painting. It was hung in plain sight between an elevator and an escalator with nary any people around it, so I almost overlooked it! I couldn't find The Persistence of Memory and Campbell's Soup Cans (even though they had other Andy Warhol art pieces), so maybe they weren't on display. :(
Tried an original hot dog at the original Nathan's Famous of Coney Island. It was tasty, but not worth the $4.90 I paid. :P
The Coney Island amusement area (Luna Park) was closed for a couple of days, and the Riegelmann Boardwalk didn't have many people. I enjoyed a $6 funnel cake from Ruby's Bar & Grill.
Brooklyn's Totonno Pizzeria Napolitano was within walking distance. My brother and I split a large pepperoni (coal fired) pizza, and it was thin and delicious. I noticed it had a slightly burnt crust just like the other Totonno's I ate at a long while back.
I really like the New York subway system, and it's sure convenient having a subway entrance so close to our hotel.
Finally got to enter the National September 11 Memorial Museum at the World Trade Center for the first time. Admission cost $24, but I assume it went to a good cause. The exhibitions of the wreckage grew repetitive, particularly when I started seeing everyday office debris like papers. For me, the historical exhibition area had the most interesting exhibits, e.g., the front pages of global newspapers about 9/11, pre-9/11 newspaper headlines, a 1971 presentation model of the WTC towers, and airport security footage of the terrorists’ screenings. I had mixed feelings about the real-life voice messages and the slideshow of falling victims though.
Also made sure to photograph the Survivor Tree this time. Interestingly, the twin memorial pools are now out in the open without any fencing.
Afterward, my brother and I split a pastrami sandwich on rye at Katz’s Delicatessen (where Harry met Sally). It tasted good, but not worth the $21.45 we paid for it. :) Also, the place was congested with customers even with seven cutters on duty.
Here in New York, I finally screened a movie in 4DX (Absolute Cinema Experience) for the first time. To my amusement, water squirted right in my face a couple of times. Other times, water drizzled down when it rained onscreen. (The movie was the Blade Runner sequel so unsurprisingly, it rained the entire film.) Heh, the rain left droplets on my 3-D lenses. I also felt wind from the large fans and deliberately timed shots of air. The seat even jabbed my back during fight scenes!
Haha, what a dramatic Family Feud bonus round (goal is to score 200 points). That's the most suspenseful Fast Money I've ever seen.
Lionsgate is bringing a Saw-themed escape room to the New York Comic Con from October 5 to October 8, called "Jigsaw: Survive the Trap". Comic Con badge holders enter in pairs and must work together to escape before time runs out. (Hopefully they won't have to amputate anything.) As fate would have it, I'll actually be in New York on October 8. I don't think anything could ever convince me to explore this attraction though. I like the Saw movies, but would never want to BE in one!
To my chagrin, my car's alternator went bad again after only six months. (The battery light kept coming on every time I started the car.) I ended up just paying for a new one because I didn't want to risk losing power again on a drive back to Salinas.
Well, I feel like "Fear the Walking Dead" finally had a good episode. Just when I started souring on one of the characters because of his habitual lying, he finally showed some honesty. I also admired how his friend had the credibility to be believed when she spoke in earnest. Maybe it's just the times--or leftover inspiration from that epic speech I heard in the "Game of Thrones" season finale--but I'm really starting to treasure truthful characters in TV and movies now.
It's a girl for Serena Williams! Congratulations! Meanwhile, four American women made it to the final four of the US Open (first time since 1981)! They managed to outlast all of the top seeds in the women's bracket. Das impressive.
That curse that prevents Roger Federer from ever meeting Rafael Nadal at a US Open struck again, this time jinxing Federer into mishitting easy winners on the most crucial of points. I wasn't too upset though, as Federer never seemed 100% this tournament and I wouldn't want such a historic meeting to suck. Plus they should meet in the final, not a semifinal. I still blame Andy Murray for withdrawing late and denying Federer entry into the easy side of the draw. :P
It does kind of bother me that Federer could not capitalize on the remainder of a tennis season now bereft of Novak Djokovic, Andy Murray, Stanislas Wawrinka, and Kei Nishikori, but this year's two Grand Slam titles pleasantly exceeded my expectations so I can't really complain.
Well, the "Twin Peaks: The Return" finale ended bizarrely without any closure on the Audrey Horne, Sarah Palmer, and Judy storylines--so maybe David Lynch intends to continue the series? It was exasperating how the show just dragged along most of the time, but every now and then sprinkled in some captivating scenes. I enjoyed seeing my two favorite characters team up in the finale episode, but what's going on? Did they successfully alter the past and intersect in an alternate reality? Did they fail to alter the past and intersect in an alternate universe? (I'm hoping for the latter because I didn't like the show tampering with sacred canon like that.) Is it all just a dream?
Still processing that "Game of Thrones" season 7 finale. :P Guess I'll have plenty of time as I heard it might be a couple of years until the next (and final) season. If the series ends well, it could wind up becoming my favorite TV show of all time. In contrast, "Twin Peaks" could fall off my top 10 list entirely if this upcoming season finale makes me irate enough.
Speaking of irritating, why did Andy Murray wait until RIGHT AFTER the draw to withdraw from the US Open? It took away the tantalizing possibility of a first-ever Federer vs. Nadal final there. Not that the final had much chance of happening anyway given how badly Federer (who I suspect has a back injury) struggled through these first two rounds (requiring five sets both times), but still...
Ehh, that new Taylor Swift single "Look What You Made Me Do" sounds just like "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred.
Another "Game of Thrones" episode got leaked, and this time because HBO accidentally leaked it. So now I'm avoiding YouTube altogether because of possible spoilers in the thumbnails. I assume YouTube keeps displaying "Game of Thrones" videos because of all the reaction videos I've been watching for it. I guess there's an art to reaction videos, because I hate the ones where the fans overreact, underreact, complain, troll, speak uninsightfully, act aloof during emotional scenes, seem oblivious during bombshell moments, or look at the camera. I mostly just like the videos where the fans genuinely enjoy the show. I lost interest in "Twin Peaks: The Return" reaction videos, because they mostly just show fans looking confused.
Recently, I've been enjoying "Super Mario Maker" videos where expert players curate and commentate on interesting levels. I actually enjoy the troll levels the most, where the designers purposely think up creative booby traps to infuriate the player. Makes me want to create my own. :)
Why are theaters starting Thursday's screenings of "The Dark Tower" at 7:19pm? I would google it, but the answer might contain spoilers. Lately I've been surfing the Internet cautiously, especially after the HBO hack. I've even been avoiding this season's episode titles for "Game of Thrones", lest they spoil something.
I'm souring on "Twin Peaks: The Return" just like I soured on "Fear the Walking Dead". The final straw might have been last Sunday's episode where Audrey Horne finally appeared but just got squandered in a stupid storyline that had nothing to do with anything. And just like so many of the female characters in this show who act either mean or shallow, I found her disappointingly unlikeable. Though come to think of it, I can't think of very many male characters I like in this show either.
Congratulations to Roger Federer on a record-breaking eighth Wimbledon title and a record-extending 19th Grand Slam title! I already called him the greatest tennis player of all-time, but I guess now I can finally call him the best grass-court player in tennis history too. Ever since his previous 2012 Wimbledon victory, I can't remember all the times I rued that "he might have blown his last best chance" to win another Grand Slam title. I dreaded the possibility he could blow this chance too, so when Marin Cilic had all that bizarre drama (with rainclouds approaching), I wanted Federer to show no mercy. I don't care if fans wanted a more thrilling final.
Anticlimactic ending to Venus Williams' 2017 Wimbledon run. Not sure what happened in that second set bagel. Mental and physical fatigue probably, triggered by those two blown set points. Still impressive that she even made it to that final at 37-years-old, her second final this season.
Venus' "U can't see me" gesture (every time she wanted a towel) kept bugging me. Not as much as Cilic's incessant ball-bouncing before each serve though.
I guess now Karolina Pliskova has the No. 1 ranking despite never winning a Grand Slam title. This used to bother me greatly in the past, but now that I understand how the point system works (they expire in a year), it makes a lot more sense. Though I'm still perplexed that Federer didn't leapfrog directly to No. 1 after winning two Grand Slam titles.
Awesome "Game of Thrones" season 7 premiere. It feels so satisfying to see major characters finally starting to fulfill their dreams. Pretty much every storyline interests me now.
I'm losing patience with "Twin Peaks: The Return". Over halfway through the season, and still nary anything happened! I'm also growing disturbed with the inordinate amount of violence toward women, and how the villains just get away with it with complete impunity. I keep waiting for something to happen to redeem the season.
My mind's still blown right now that Novak Djokovic and Andy Murray both lost their Wimbledon quarterfinals today. Murray couldn't move well during his match because of a hip problem, and Djokovic retired from his match in the second set because of an arm injury. And with Rafael Nadal already eliminated when he lost that marathon match on Monday, it means Roger Federer won't have to play any of them! I'm still concerned that the remaining players all serve big and could give Federer problems, but nowhere near as concerned as I would've been had he faced Djokovic in the next round.
Disturbing listening to Bethanie Mattek-Sands scream "HELP MEEE!!!" over and over after she mangled her knee on the Wimbledon court. Reminded me of that time I fell over my ankle during a tennis exercise and tore a ligament. It hurt so badly I couldn't even speak. Fortunately the people watching me caught on I needed medical attention, presumably from my body language. :)
Ugh, I noticed the AMC Theatres in my area now serve alcoholic beverages from a bar near the concession stands. I also had to reserve my IMAX seat. At least they stopped raiding auditoriums to check ticket stubs. Unless maybe they only do that to catch minors who sneak into R-rated films?
Congratulations to Rafael Nadal on a monumental tenth French Open title! Unquestionably the best clay-court player in tennis history. Nerves of steel, too. According to the commentary, he's never once smashed a racket on the court in frustration. I can believe it, as the only times I remember him getting mad on court were towards the chair umpire. Even Roger Federer smashed his racket one time (hard to believe, but I found the clip on YouTube).
To my relief, the Golden State Warriors managed to close out the NBA Finals over the Cleveland Cavaliers to avoid a repeat of last year. I would have panicked had the Warriors lost game 5 at Oracle Arena again (I got really nervous when they fell behind at the start of the game). Kevin Durant totally deserved the Finals MVP, and congrats to him for finally winning an overdue NBA championship ring.
My Comcast On Demand service finally works again after I upgraded my cable box. The clerk seemed surprised that I had such an old model. Guess that explains why it kept freezing on the newer videos I tried to play.
I also discovered that my microwave still works. I started carrying it en route to the e-waste facility, and on a whim decided to plug it into an outlet by the floor. To my surprise, it powered on--meaning that the real problem had to be the two kitchen outlets that I originally used following the power outages. Both outlets must have shorted out. I guess now I just need an extension cord to use my microwave again.
I'm losing interest in "Fear the Walking Dead". That dumbfoundingly lame death in the season 3 two-hour premiere might mark a jumping of the shark. Months of character development wasted in one instant.
Meanwhile...these "Twin Peaks: The Return" episodes continue to crawl at a snail's pace, and yet I keep wanting more. I guess it's refreshing watching a series where I can't predict what will happen next. The only theory I got right so far was "Diane"--she indeed appeared and just like I had secretly hoped, she is being played by Kyle MacLachlan's "Blue Velvet" co-star Laura Dern. I really hate that hair though.
Had to tow my 2004 Corolla again. This time the starter had to be replaced. I guess I should think about a new car, but I feel like I still need to get my money's worth out of that expensive new catalytic converter I bought. I replaced it in 2011, but then had to buy another one in 2014 to comply with a smog check technicality. $900+ for the second one.
What kind of "Supernatural" season 12 finale was that?? Will all these dead characters get resurrected next season? I wouldn't put it past this "soap opera" of a series.
In movie news, the ABBA "Mamma Mia!" film is getting a sequel titled "Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again!" Please don't tell me Pierce Brosnan is going to sing again.
In tennis news, Roger Federer withdrew from the 2017 French Open. Which is fine with me if that extends his career and improves his chances at Wimbledon. Given how dominant nine-time champion Rafael Nadal has been on clay this season, it seems like his tournament to lose.
I'm not sure who to root for on the women's side going forward. I feel like Serena Williams's maternity leave created a huge vacuum in the WTA. I'm not very excited about Maria Sharapova's comeback, even though I found her 15-month doping ban for meldonium kind of overblown (since meldonium used to be legal). I guess I'll just root for likeable players who never won a Grand Slam tournament, i.e., Caroline Wozniacki and Agnieszka Radwanska. Ironic because I never really cared for counterpunchers in tennis, particularly that time when Caroline Wozniacki somehow stayed No. 1 with that style of play.
Update 5/30/2017: Wouldn't it be cool if we finally got to see "Diane" for the first time? I guess every "Twin Peaks" episode is going to end with a different musical band. My favorite scene of season three is still the one where Chromatics performed. It spoke volumes to me how positive the two returning characters seemed, considering the pain they went through.
Well, I ordered Showtime in preparation for the "Twin Peaks: The Return" premiere on May 21, 2017, and I still don't know what to expect (other than the likelihood that the show will take place in Twin Peaks). Showtime's promos have just shown cryptic clips, and the TV synopsis for the premiere simply states: "The stars turn and a time presents itself." This makes me think the Black Lodge will reopen and Agent Cooper will return, presumably to resolve that bonkers cliffhanger from 1991.
Apparently, WWE decided to name one of their new pay-per-views WWE Great Balls Of Fire. What. That sounds even worse than December to Dismember, which was not only the worst WWE PPV I ever attended but quite possibly the worst WWE PPV of all-time.
I compiled a new list of coming attractions that piqued my interest:
I'm also keeping an eye out on some other film projects in limbo:
Serena Williams pregnant! This news actually bummed me out because at her age, it could spell the end of her brilliant tennis career. I was hoping she could break the records for all-time Grand Slam titles and for weeks at No. 1--but since she won't play again in 2017, it'll be a steep climb returning to No. 1. Though if anyone can do it, it's her (just look at how Roger Federer's long break rejuvenated him). Side note: Apparently she won this year's Australian Open when she was eight-to-nine weeks pregnant!
One of my favorite Saturday morning childhood cartoons, The Smurfs, got rebooted as a computer-animated movie (I totally skipped those live-action ones). Its premise struck me as a really big deal, because it always puzzled me how the Smurf population could be so male.
I actually can't remember most of the Smurfs cartoon episodes, but there's three of them that I never forgot:
If that depressing WrestleMania 33 main event goes down as The Undertaker's last match, then he retired at a good time. His limited movement made me cringe, and the match lacked most of his "vintage" moves. Plus he already lost his WrestleMania Streak, so what does one more loss matter. My main gripe was that WWE couldn't come up with anyone better than Roman Reigns to "pass the torch" to. For reasons that I never understood, the WWE continues to push boring Roman Reigns as their top guy.
That's cool that John Cena proposed to Nikki Bella on the show, but I hate this "Reality Era" in WWE where I can't tell what's real and what's kayfabe anymore.
Saw a dead turkey outside a first floor window at my workplace. Feathers everywhere. I didn't see any wounds at first, but afterward I noticed some animal had been feasting on it. It was a big turkey too, so I wonder which animal did it.
My changsha chicken caught fire in the microwave. Or to put it more accurately, the Chinese take-out box it was in caught fire. I could see the flames through the microwave window, and when I opened the door smoke billowed out. So I shut the door and tried to air out the room before my smoke detector could beep. Note to self: in the future, look inside of take-out boxes before microwaving them. Because when I looked inside this particular take-out box (after it had burnt to a crisp), I discovered the chicken was still wrapped in the same aluminum foil that the waiter had served it in. Interestingly, both the foil and chicken were still cold to the touch!
Anyway, I still ate the chicken (I reheated it on a paper plate), but noticed some of it tasted like smoke. :P
Note to self: never ignore that battery warning light on my car's dashboard ever again. (Apparently it means that the battery stopped charging and will die soon!) I was driving north on US 101 when my digital clock started to dim. I made it past Gonzales before my dashboard alerted me that my air bag will no longer deploy. Then the instruments on my dashboard began to fail, repeatedly powering on and off! The final straw was when my gas pedal stopped working. That convinced me to pull over and call emergency road assistance for a tow. Good thing the mechanic was open on a Sunday. Turns out that the alternator was bad, not the battery. But since I had that battery for almost seven years (about the same age as my previous battery when it died), it made sense to replace that too.
Man, the road to my workplace flooded again and the wind knocked some trees down. I'm convinced the California drought is over.
I'm glad I waited for the Oscars to finish before changing the channel to my Walking Dead DVR, because man what a crazy ending. First I got impatient with Warren Beatty because I thought he had gone all scatterbrain again. He took really long with that envelope. Then as the producers of "La La Land" were giving their emotional speeches, I sensed some kind of commotion and spotted people running behind them. My first thought was that someone had rushed the stage off-camera. Then I spotted Warren Beatty and thought maybe he had caused a disturbance. Finally when the producer announced the mistake, it still didn't sink in for me until he held up the Best Picture card that read "Moonlight" (again I immediately thought Warren Beatty was responsible). Geez it took long for the accountants to correct that gaffe. How embarrassing for the "La La Land" producers and what a dampener on the "Moonlight" folks' victory celebration.
CBS announced the cast for "Survivor: Game Changers". After reviewing each returning castaway and noting the omission of Russell Hantz, I concluded that the title Game Changers must refer to the season they played in, not the game of Survivor as a whole (if we're talking Survivor as a whole, then the dubious resume-padder Ciera Eastin is the only one on here who fits!). Even then, I can't figure out what some of these players did to "change the game".
I was happy to see Brad Culpepper on the list, as I credit him with the tactic of tormenting the returning players by voting out their loved ones. :)
In other news, the Internet Movie Database (IMDb) announced that it will disable its message boards on February 20, 2017. Good riddance. :)
Although I rooted against the New England Patriots winning Super Bowl LI, after their historic fourth quarter comeback I'm forced to concede that Tom Brady is the greatest quarterback of all time. What a cosmic performance. The way I saw it, one tiny little mistake like a fumble, an interception, a failed 2-point conversion, or allowing a field goal would have sealed their doom.
In other news, here are my Oscar predictions for 2016:
Congratulations to Roger Federer on finally winning his 18th Grand Slam title after over four years of struggling to break his own record! And he did it by narrowly outlasting his greatest adversary, Rafael Nadal, the tenacious legend who tormented him all his career. Hands down the greatest tennis match I have ever seen. I kept cussing at the TV when Nadal broke Federer's serve in game 1 of the fifth set and Federer kept failing to break him back. But Federer kept fighting and fighting and finally did it twice--only to flounder trying to serve out the final game. The final point came down to a HawkEye replay of whether Federer's last shot landed in or out. An epic tennis match for the ages! It basically decided who would go down in history as the greatest tennis player of all time.
Congratulations to Serena Williams on finally winning her 23rd Grand Slam singles title, at last breaking Steffi Graf’s Open era record! And how perfect that Serena had to do it against her greatest rival, big sister Venus. I realized that prior to this Australian Open final, I've never actually watched them play against each other (was always too uncomfortable to tune in)! Pretty eye-opening experience as it felt like Serena vs. Serena the way she kept getting aced and outhit. I'm always used to seeing her dominate. A lot of awkward silence too--the crowd stayed quiet and instead of Serena unleashing any primal screams, she kept turning away from Venus to hide the fist pumps. Even Serena's match victory felt really muted and unsatisfying.
I guess the last remaining Grand Slam record now is Margaret Court with 24--but since most of her titles predated the Open era (it wasn't until 1968 when professional tennis players were allowed to compete in these tournaments), I feel that Serena has already proven she's the greatest of all time.
What a glorious tennis tournament, this 2017 Australian Open. It felt like 2008 all over again, but this time with the biggest stakes in the history of tennis.
In other sports news, no more triple-triple for Usain Bolt. The IOC stripped him of the Olympic gold medal that the Jamaican sprint team won in the 4x100m relay at Beijing 2008. One of the team members tested positive for doping during a re-analysis of the Beijing samples. I figure now that the perfect symmetry of Bolt's Olympic record is ruined, he should reconsider his retirement from Olympic competition. :)
Didn't get much sleep last night. Couldn't stop watching Roger Federer's successful run into the semifinals of the Australian Open. With both #1 Andy Murray and #2 Novak Djokovic losing shockingly early in the tournament, this might be #17 Federer's last best chance for another Grand Slam title (would be crazy if he faced #9 Rafael Nadal in the finals). Serena Williams will have a chance to make history too if she can win the next two matches (would be crazy if she faced #13 Venus Williams in the finals) following the shockingly quick eliminations of #1 Angelique Kerber and Garbiñe Muguruza by unseeded American Coco Vandeweghe.
Then I woke up around 5:30am to watch the Oscar nominations live (I found this year's pre-recorded presentation kind of lame though). I didn't see any major snubs except maybe for Amy Adams. I found this year's nominees much more diverse.
I'd rank the 2016 Best Picture nominees as follows:
Well, I finished tabulating the music video results for 2016, and for the first time ever we got a unanimous consensus on the #30 video.
Man, it rained so hard in San Jose that the road outside of my workplace flooded and I couldn't drive to work one day. Cars (including a police car) even got stranded on that road (local news sites had footage of it). The good news: I read that thanks to these rainstorms in Northern California, 42% of the state is no longer in a drought!
I might have to restrategize my annual holiday movie marathon. Thanks to all that L.A. gridlock, the distance to each theater, and my reluctance to leave any luggage alone in my car, I only had time for three total movies in L.A. Next time, I might just book separate hotels next to the theaters I'm most likely to patronize.
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Music video | "Upside Down & Inside Out" OK Go | "Famous" Kanye West |
TV series | "Game of Thrones" | "The X-Files" (revival) |
Commercial | Android commercial where rock, paper, and scissors come together | Offensive Miracle
Mattress commercial where the spokespeople spoof 9/11 Dishonorable mentions: Yoplait commercial where a family of four MMMs to Yoplait yogurt; a maddening Schick and Skintimate commercial where "The Emojis" sing "Ready, Shave, Shine"; and a Yahoo Fantasy Football commercial where a player flies in his rival's high school crush to gloat |
Movie trailer | (tie) "Don't Breathe" and "Phantasm: Ravager" | "The Woods" |
Someone finally invented a word for people who spend too much time on their smartphone: phubbing (a fusion of "phone" and "snubbing"). I'm happy to say I've never had this problem, since I've never owned a smartphone. I also do not have a trolling problem thanks to my avoidance of social media.
I finally disposed of my broken mini-fridge for $10 at a recycling site. Best Buy wanted to charge me $100 to dispose of it, and then later--to my chagrin--one of Santa Clara County's household hazardous waste facilities (where I scheduled an appointment) turned my car away on the grounds that the mini-fridge wasn't hazardous waste. They said it wasn't e-waste either, and even called my empty bluff of tossing it in a dumpster.
To my surprise, both "Hacksaw Ridge" and its director Mel Gibson received Golden Globe nominations--obligating me to go out and screen the movie after I had downplayed its Oscar chances. I was surprised to see a Golden Globe nomination for "Hell or High Water" too, making me speculate whether a Trump presidency gave this film more socioeconomic weight.
Recently I saw a movie poster that asked, "What's your favorite thing about Earth?" My answer: the Internet. :) Unfortunately, I think it's grown polluted with some ugly problems though. I'm particularly disturbed how cyberattacks, privacy leaks, and fake news (and other disinformation) poisoned the U.S. presidential election. I also feel like trolling and cyberbulling have become normalized now--how do you "not feed the trolls" when our own President-elect does it and the media dignifies each inflammatory or unsubstantiated tweet with a national headline?
Speaking of the Internet, I'm still wrestling with how to deal with spoilers. After I screened "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", I watched an Internet video to confirm what I already remembered about a certain side character in the Harry Potter canon. But the video was so thorough that it might have spoiled big plot points from the next four Fantastic Beasts sequels. On the other hand, this might be ok since I think prequels generally assume you're up to speed on the entire series.
I do regret detailing to my friends what the Mockingjay movies cut out of Haymitch's backstory. At the time, I had no idea that Lionsgate would consider a prequel series that could very well cover Haymitch's Quarter Quell.
After Brexit and Trump, I wonder whether I should be seriously worried about Calexit? I think that instead of seceding from the United States, California should just pull a reverse "North Carolina bathroom bill" and legislate state laws that annoy conservatives. :) I also wonder whether I should seriously worry about Kanye West 2020. :(
Remove the Electoral College by 2020? I'm still open to the idea. At a minimum, I think we need to outlaw "faithless electors". Because what an affront to democracy that a presidential elector could just ignore the people's votes from their state and defect from either Clinton or Trump. This also goes to why I've never been a fan of the delegate system (especially in regards to caucuses and winner-take-all).
Remove all pundits, predictors, and pollsters from the media? Now that's an intriguing thought. I've always hated sensationalism in the news (especially their overemphasis on negative stories), and I feel like all these on-air partisans do nothing but sensationalize and rile up both liberals and conservatives alike.
Remove fake news from Google and Facebook? Best idea I've heard all year. I'm still embarrassed over the fake articles I believed, like Donald Trump calling Republicans the "dumbest group of voters in the country".
This might be the most cynical I've felt about America in my entire lifetime. The liberal side of me has always tried to sympathize with working class people, e.g., using my taxes to improve their lives with services like unemployment and affordable health care. But after they overwhelmingly voted for Donald Trump, who openly plans to make the rich richer, my liberal-guilt has all but vanished. Similarly, I can't reconcile how Trump overperformed with women and the very minorities he degraded! It just makes social justice feel so hopeless to me right now.
This FBI Director James Comey, man. Suddenly drops a second congressional letter clearing Clinton after her campaign suffered nine days of rampant speculation from his first letter. WTF?! I guess on the bright side, Comey has now achieved bipartisanship by getting both Democrats and Republicans to hate him.
Here's a couple of distractions while you're waiting for the election day results to come in today:
Congratulations to the Chicago Cubs for finally winning the World Series! I think that psychological rollercoaster of a Game 7 will go down as the best baseball game I've ever watched, edging out even that thrilling Game 7 my home team won two years ago. Mostly because to me, the Cubs' 108-year drought made the stakes more epic than quite possibly any professional sports game ever played.
All the backstory livened up the game's narrative as well. In addition to pitchers on both teams coming back on short rest (leading to some coaching decisions that left me dismayed), the Cubs have always seemed jinxed by a "Billy Goat curse" that dooms them to blow a big game no matter how well they play. Last time it was the Steve Bartman incident; this time it was the Cubs blowing their big lead with only four outs left! Every mishap from the wild pitch to the defensive slips made me more and more superstitious.
This FBI Director James Comey, man. Drops a bombshell of a letter on Congress regarding new e-mails related to the Clinton investigation, and then leaves us all hanging without another word. WTF?! Nothing can affect my vote since I already cast my ballot early, but what's America coming to when even the FBI starts dropping October surprises. This has got to be some kind of record.
That was a dark season 7 premiere, Walking Dead.
...and am looking forward to this long national nightmare ending.
Congratulations to the Chicago Cubs for advancing to the World Series. How historic would that be, if this team finally breaks its 108-year championship drought in the same year that America elects its first female President?
Well, "The Walking Dead" finally resolves that Lucille cliffhanger in tomorrow's season 7 premiere. And thanks to my months of vigilance against spoilers, I still don't know who it is. I might just avoid the Internet altogether tomorrow, just in case.
I've been disappointed with this "Supernatural" season so far, the biggest anticlimax being how casually Mary Winchester reacted to finally meeting an angel. Since her younger self appeared in both of my favorite "Supernatural" episodes, I guess I had high expectations.
Pretty remarkable how sharply the U.S. Presidential race turned since I last blogged. Donald Trump went from nearly tied before the first debate to plummeting into a tailspin. Will these leaked hot mic comments finally sink him for good? He's survived so many offensive comments this election season, that I'm not even certain.
In other news, the kids in that turkey family outside of my workplace look all grown up now. I think the mother turkey left them because now I only count eight. To their credit, they still remain close and call out to each other when they get separated for too long (might have been my imagination, but one time their incessant chirping seemed to annoy the stray cat that was trying to sleep).
This U.S. Presidential election is stressing me out. I keep checking the latest polls online and going into denial about how close the race is. When I distracted myself with a movie like Sully, I even felt a pang of anxiety during the scene when people banded together to rescue the passengers. And this third Ender book I've been reading keeps reminding me of the election too, thanks to all the rude, close-minded, and xenophobic characters in it that I just want to give up on.
So Donald Trump finally admitted the whole Birther Movement was a sham, and now he just thinks bygones will be bygones? There actually used to be a time when I admired Donald Trump. I even sided with him against Rosie O'Donnell. But as soon as he helmed that vile Birther Movement, I never forgave him. You can also cross Rudy Giuliani off the list of people I respect. That guy is dead to me.
To my surprise at the US Open men's final, Stan Wawrinka upset Novak Djokovic once again to win a grand slam title! But sigh...Serena Williams lost her second straight US Open semi-final and as a result, lost her WTA No. 1 ranking just one week shy of breaking Steffi Graf's streak of 186-consecutive weeks. Though I guess I should look on the bright side, and be thankful that Serena was able to even tie the record after coming so close to losing that No. 1 spot to Angelique Kerber mere days before this US Open started. Ironically, the relatively unknown player (Karolina Pliskova) who beat Kerber to deny her the No. 1 spot ended up being the very same player who beat Serena in the US Open to award Kerber the No. 1 spot!
I was also surprised to learn that San Jose's Camera 12 Downtown theater closed down. Something about losing revenue and too much maintenance cost for the aging building. This was my theater of choice for D-BOX Motion Effects Seating and Barco Escape, so I guess I'll have to find someplace else for these gimmicks. Though in all honesty, when I tried "Star Trek Beyond" in Barco Escape it really bugged me how the footage kept alternating between one screen and all three screens. Just keep all three screens on.
I read about a new gimmick called 4DX that's going to expand to theaters across the U.S. During a movie, the environmental effects blow air in your face, rain water or snow down on you, generate fog or bubbles, move your chair, tickle your lower back or legs, flash strobe lights, and unleash scents.
I bought tickets to next year's Game of Thrones Live Concert Experience at the SAP Center in San Jose. Also finally got around to writing my review of TV season 6, which will go down as my favorite season of the entire Game of Thrones series until I see one better.
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my current thoughts on the "Game of Thrones" series after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down until after you have watched SEASON SIX of "Game of Thrones"!
Outstanding season of "Game of Thrones". The emotion-packed episodes made me realize how much I care about a lot of the characters still left on the show.
That Jon Snow is one lucky bastard. How many other Starks died because they followed their heart instead of their head? But despite his charging headlong into a trap at the Battle of the Bastards, I still proclaim him my favorite character on the show (even over Tyrion), and would defend him against any cynic who'd dare criticize him. Mostly because I credit Jon Snow with the greatest humanitarian mission in the show's history, something I can't picture any other character risking much less accomplishing. (This also goes to why "Hardhome" is my favorite Game of Thrones episode of all time.)
And what a powerful story for Jon Snow, to suffer his entire life stigmatized as a "mistake" and ashamed of who he is; completely unaware of his regal birthright. (Side question: now that R+L=J, does that still make Jon a bastard?) What irony that the character with the best claim to the Iron Throne probably has the least interest in it.
I feel like I have to start memorizing the sigils on this show. When the knights of the Vale rode in to save Jon Snow at the Battle of the Bastards, I didn't recognize their banner. I did notice that in the opening credits of the finale, House Stark's direwolf replaced House Bolton's flayed man on Winterfell. Makes me wonder whether House Lannister's lion will replace House Baratheon's stag on King's Landing?
Speaking of the fallen House Baratheon, I really hate Cersei now as I felt that Tommen and Margaery would have made a perfectly fine King and Queen had Cersei not meddled. I know fans hated how Tommen outlawed Trial by Combat, but when I thought about it that tradition really is stupid and would have let Cersei escape the punishment she deserved. I also liked Margaery and was disgusted that "Mad Queen" Cersei murdered her and at least 700 other innocent bystanders in that wildfire explosion. If I had my way, Jaime would go from Kingslayer to Queenslayer. :)
I have a really long memory when it comes to the GoT characters I hate. Although I finally forgave Jaime for crippling Bran (when Jaime rescued Tyrion from King's Landing), I still can't bring myself to forgive Littlefinger (for secretly starting the War of the Five Kings), Melisandre (for burning Shireen at the stake), and The Hound (for killing Arya's childhood friend).
I think out of all the GoT characters who made it to the finale, I hated Walder Frey's guts the most (even more than Ramsay Bolton). I kept worrying he would die of old age before somebody killed him. And if it disturbed you what Arya did to him and his sons, go watch the Red Wedding massacre again.
In conclusion, all the emotion in that season finale impressed me: Arya avenging the Red Wedding, Davos confronting Melisandre about Shireen, Daenerys naming Tyrion the Hand of the Queen, the show finally revealing the truth about Jon Snow's birth, Lyanna Mormont and other Lords rallying behind him, and even the minor (yet major) moment when Sansa informed Jon that "winter is here".
Delta Air Lines sent me a bonus miles voucher in response to the "inconveniences I may have experienced" during my trip to Rio de Janeiro, i.e., getting me there about two days late so that I couldn't make Michael Phelps' 100-meter butterfly race. I did feel like flaming them on the surveys they e-mailed me, but then I reasoned that their only failing was that one delayed flight that made me miss a connection I should have buffered more time for anyway. Since the subsequent flights were crowded, I have to admit they did a good job getting me to my destination. Plus as fate would have it, I was thankful to have missed that race.
Having said that, I'm not going to mark "satisfied" on anything they send me either. :) I decided to just delete the surveys.
On a related note, I hate these special treatment programs like "Delta Sky Priority" that let the rich cut in line at the boarding gate. Makes a penny-pincher like me feel like a second-class citizen. :P If that wasn't bad enough, AMC Theatres now has an "AMC Stubs Premiere" program that lets its members cut in line for both the ticket and concession counters. It sparked some unrest on one particular occasion when my line grew longer and longer as the Stubs members kept cutting in front of us.
Well, I finally posted pictures from my Brazil vacation in my blog entries after waiting over a week for them to develop. All in all, I considered the trip a success despite my anxiety about the language barrier (it was the first time I ever vacationed in a country that didn't speak English), and was happy I stepped out of my comfort zone.
No more Olympics for me for awhile. The next three will take place in South Korea, Tokyo, and China.
Congratulations to Usain Bolt on accomplishing an unprecedented "triple-triple" a.k.a. nine out of nine Olympic gold medals! I actually rooted for the Jamaican men to win the 4x100-meter relay over USA, as this doping stuff really soured me.
Congratulations to the U.S. women's 4x100-meter relay team on winning the gold medal after their successful appeal when Allyson Felix dropped the baton in the preliminary heat. The Brazilian TV coverage kept replaying the drop, but it wasn't until I saw the American coverage that I found out about the appeal.
Finally, congratulations to Brazil for winning their first Olympic soccer gold medal vs. Germany in a suspenseful penalty shootout. What a fairy tale ending for Brazil: avenging their humiliating 1-7 loss to Germany in the World Cup, Neymar kicking the winning penalty, and the Brazilian team being able to celebrate in front of their ecstatic home crowd at the Maracana stadium.
Well, I'm settling back in here in California. The drugstore estimated two weeks for my photo rolls to get developed, so don't expect them on my blog anytime soon. :P
Now that I leave Brazil tomorrow, I thought I'd reflect on my vacation. First of all, now I know how illiterate people must feel because I couldn't comprehend Brazilian Portuguese at all. My pocket dictionary was completely useless. I couldn't read signs or menus, I couldn't understand the taxi drivers or Olympic workers, and I struggled with the public transportation. Even when Brazilians used their smartphone or Google to translate, I'd often get gibberish like "What impo?".
Second, my fears felt kind of stupid in hindsight. I saw so many crowds in Rio that it Zika were as contagious as Americans feared, then Rio would be in a full-on epidemic right now. I also saw a lot of soldiers with AK-47s, which would make it foolish for terrorists to attack Rio instead of someplace less protected. I still worried about muggers and thieves though. I avoided Copacabana beaches even though one was literally outside my hotel window. I also kept my cell phone in the hotel safe, which was fine because it didn't work in Brazil anyway.
Oh, and I did avoid drinking tap water the entire time, e.g., brushing my teeth with bottled water and abstaining from both ice cubes and fountain drinks.
Today I completed another goal on my list, the Itaipu Dam. The Special Tour took me through the interior of the hydroelectric plant (I've never seen such long hallways) and outside to a couple of panoramic views. As the only English speaker in the tour group, I felt self-conscious when the guide had to talk to me one-on-one in English while the other 11 tourists waited.
Interestingly, the plant is split between Brazil and Paraguay so there's one room with Portuguese signs on one end and Spanish signs on the other end. Apparently in addition to dividing the electricity, the employees are divided up too between Brazilian and Parguayan technicians.
It was cool how my hotel shuttled me to the visitors' center and back. I'm glad I got to the visitors' center early, because they wouldn't let me through without a passport (the poor driver had to rush me back to the hotel to grab it). I also had to leave my camera bag in the shuttle, as even small bags are prohibited.
Well, tomorrow is the free day that I inserted in my travel itinerary. I really could have used a free day after the Athletics when I was dead tired, but I wanted to buffer an extra day after the Itaipu Dam tour in case anything went wrong (like a cancellation).
Penstocks that vibrate from the water
Load Dispatching Room for the dam's energy transmission system
Turbine shaft
Generators Hall
Panoramic view of the dam including the Olympic relay torch
The dam's spillway was closed
I couldn't blog yesterday because the hotel I relocated to had no Internet. In fact, that hotel stay might go down as the worst I ever had. First, the taxi driver couldn't find it and ended up charging me ~200 reals without any deduction for the time he wasted wandering around lost. Then the hotel clerk spoke zero English, and wouldn't even call me a taxi to get to the Olympic Stadium. She also wouldn't let me leave the hotel holding the room keys, and when I returned the new clerk (who also spoke zero English) eyed me suspiciously when I asked for them back. The room itself had no clock, TV remote, or safe--things I can live without--but the malfunctioning bedroom lights wouldn't turn off and every 10 minutes or so a train would rattle the room. PLUS I kept hearing loud party music. But since I was so dead tired, I actually slept through all of it. The dealbreaker was the run-down, graffiti-covered ghetto outside. I've never felt so unsafe walking alone at night. (No on-duty taxis so I had to walk/run a few blocks from the train stop to the hotel.) I can see why protesters would hate the Olympics, because man what a dump to have an Olympic stadium in.
Despite this lowlight, I had a good day and managed to fit in BOTH the Christ the Redeemer tour and the Olympic cauldron.
Today I flew into Foz do Iguacu, so nothing much happening on Day 4. To my relief, this Viale Tower Hotel is leaps and bounds better.
Women's 1500m Semifinal
Men's 400m Final
The main event
Usain Bolt sprinting in the Men's 100m Final
Usain Bolt celebrating his third straight Olympic gold medal in the Men's 100m!
Usain Bolt, #1 all day every day
The pose
I'm glad I decided to attend the Olympics tennis event, which took place in the same Olympic park as the Olympic swimming. After catching the tail-end of a boring-looking semifinal match between Andy Murray vs. Kei Nishikori, I got to watch one helluva semifinal between Rafael Nadal vs. Juan Martin Del Potro (man that guy has a wicked surprise super-forehand). The crowd sounded like soccer fans, chanting and booing despite the umpire's admonishment to respect BOTH players. In the deciding set, Delpo just had to serve out the game to win but Nadal broke back. Then in the very next game, Delpo had triple break point but blew it! The final tiebreaker went 7-5.
The women's gold medal match between Monica Puig vs. Angelique Kerber came after, but I skipped it. Looks like I falsely predicted that the latter would win. :P
Later that evening at the Olympic Aquatics stadium's last day of swimming races, I got to watch the greatest Olympian who ever lived, Michael Phelps, win his 23rd gold medal in the 4 x 100-meter medley relay. If he never swims again, then it means I witnessed his retirement race. I'm still skeptic about that though. :)
I got to watch the U.S. women win their 4 x 100-meter medley relay too.
I signed up for a van to pick me up for a 4-hour Christ the Redeemer tour tomorrow morning. I'll see if I can fit the Olympic cauldron in too before the track & field. Busy, busy day tomorrow.
Andy Murray wins Olympics Tennis Semifinal Match #1
Olympics Tennis Semifinal Match #2
Rafael Nadal
Juan Martin Del Potro
Women's Gold Medal Match
Michael Phelps in the Men's 4 x 100m Medley Relay
Gold medalists for the Women's 4 x 100m Medley Relay
Gold medalists for the Men's 4 x 100m Medley Relay
23rd Olympic gold medal for Michael Phelps!
I finally arrived in Rio de Janeiro today about two days late thanks to Delta re-routing me through Buenos Aires. As a result, I missed Friday's Olympic swimming event...which actually turned out for the best once I saw that Michael Phelps tied for second place in the 100-meter butterfly (I would've been dejected had I witnessed this from the stands).
I kind of felt like Ender in the book I read on my way to Rio, i.e., how time speeds by anytime he takes a relativistic space flight. Here's what happened while I was jumping from airport to airport:
Looks like I don't have enough time to hike to Christ the Redeemer anymore, so I might just settle for a faraway picture.
Update: In addition to a sink, toilet, and shower, my hotel bathroom has some kind of three-knobbed sink on the floor--and I can't figure out what it is. It also took me a long time to realize that none of the lights or TV in my room work until I leave my room keycard in a slot on the wall. Power conservation?
These Delta computer problems sure came at a bad time for me...although they didn't cancel my flight, my plane to Atlanta got delayed so long that I completely missed my connection to Rio de Janeiro. Consequently, they set me up at a hotel and put me on standby for the next flight.
On paper, I'll still be able to make the first Olympic event--but having lost a whole day, I might have to decide which tourist attraction to put on my "only if time permits" list: the Olympic cauldron or Christ the Redeemer. (I'm actually thinking the latter.)
Why do I get that feeling that Brock Lesnar will get booed by the New York crowd at this year's WWE SummerSlam? Not only did he fail two doping tests before his UFC 200 fight, but the WWE completely exempted him from their wellness policy even though this is precisely what the wellness policy is supposed to discipline against! (Just when I was starting to respect the policy too after top WWE star Roman Reigns got suspended.) As far as I'm concerned, Brock Lesnar's mystique is gone for me. I feel like all of his WWE accomplishments--like defeating the Undertaker at WrestleMania--should have an asterisk now (even though I know full well they were staged).
Can't believe this Rio Olympics trip I've been planning for over a year has finally come. It'll be great not having to avoid Olympics spoilers all the time. :) I won't be taking a laptop with me, so hopefully my hotel has an Internet terminal I can blog from.
Congratulations to the "Final Five" and Michael Phelps on their hard-fought gold medals! That makes 21 total gold medals for Phelps and he's still not done! It actually felt sort of cathartic watching him win the 200-meter butterfly. I was in the stands when he lost that race during the London Olympics. I may not have reacted with a #PhelpsFace, but I was pretty dejected.
Sigh. No Olympic gold medal defense for Serena Williams--she lost the third round to a 21-year-old. Given that Serena managed to double fault five times in one game (!), my speculation is either fatigue or some kind of injury. It's a bummer, but the silver lining is that now I can skip the tennis medal matches altogether and easily make the swimming event on time. One exception: I might still attend the bronze medal match if Rafael Nadal plays in it.
P.S. I'm also still shocked that the men's #1 Novak Djokovic lost in the first round!
Following this recent DNC e-mail leak, I'm convinced that the primaries for both the Democrats and Republicans might need more transparency going forward. I'm almost thinking the entire delegate system of both parties should be replaced by a straight popular vote. (Heck, I'm even open to replacing the Electoral College too.) I especially think that caucuses and winner-take-all should be scrapped. I've also yet to see the merit of superdelegates given that historically, they've always sided (more or less) with the popular vote. Why even have them then, when they keep inviting accusations of a rigged system?
Roger Federer announced that he will miss the Rio 2016 Olympics and the rest of season due to a knee injury. :( Sigh, I was hoping he could finally win that one trophy that has always eluded him.
Well, I now have a clear frontrunner for least favorite music video of the year: "Famous" by Kanye West. If you ask me, the celebrities who were depicted nude in that video without their permission should sue. Taylor Swift, in particular, should totally sue Kim Kardashian for leaking that private phone conversation about the lyrics. Moreover, I found the lyrics themselves incredibly offensive, and it further proves that Kanye West wasn't really sorry for rudely interrupting Taylor Swift at the VMAs! Someone please explain to me why this shameless jerk is still relevant.
Huge congratulations to Serena Williams for finally winning that elusive 22nd Grand Slam title! I once scoffed at the notion of Serena tying Steffi Graf's record of 22 Grand Slam singles titles in the Open era. It was after Serena turned 30-years-old and had just won (if I'm remembering this correctly) her 14th Grand Slam title at the 2012 Wimbledon. A tennis commentator remarked (I think half-seriously) that maybe she could win another eight to tie Steffi and I was like, yeah right. Maybe, just maybe, she could tie Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova at 18, was my thinking. Little did I know that after her struggles to finally reach that milestone, that she would go on to win the next three Grand Slam tournaments after that too!
I'll probably skip the Gentlemen's Wimbledon Final tomorrow morning as I don't really care who wins between Andy Murray and Milos Raonic. I'm still bitterly disappointed that Roger Federer might have blown his last best chance to win an 18th Grand Slam title following Novak Djokovic's rare upset on his side of the draw.
Well, my Rio Olympic tickets arrived in the mail. I have tickets to Michael Phelps' final two events, Usain Bolt's 100m dash (assuming he recovers from his hamstring injury in time), and the women's singles gold medal match for tennis (maybe I'll get to see Serena). Also got my travel vaccinations (sure a lot of diseases in Brazil), currency, and renewed passport. Unfortunately, no vaccine exists for Zika though.
Not sure how to feel yet about Kevin Durant joining the Warriors, as I've seen so many cases where top players joined the Lakers to no avail. But just like I never faulted LeBron James for defecting to the Miami Heat, I think Kevin Durant needs to do whatever he can to get at least one NBA championship ring in his lifetime.
That narrow Golden State Warriors loss in game 7 sure stung, but my congratulations to LeBron James for finally leading the Cleveland Cavaliers to their first NBA title. I was pleased to see how emotional they got.
I never realized that Brexit (United Kingdom leaving the European Union) would turn into such a big deal. I still remember how when I vacationed in London, not a single vendor accepted my euro coin. Even when I hid it in the loose change, they always picked it out.
I guess these NBA Finals have proved more intriguing than I originally thought. In Game 7, either LeBron James will finally win an NBA title for Cleveland (in the greatest comeback in NBA Finals history) or the Golden State Warriors will punctuate the greatest season in NBA history. Which leads me to wonder--am I a bandwagon fan for rooting for the Warriors, having previously been a Lakers fan? In the past, I had always shrugged the Warriors off as an Oakland team (like the A's and the Raiders) and didn't even root for them in the NBA Finals last year. I only found myself rooting for them when they had a chance to make history with the season record (using their entertaining small ball style).
To my fascination, a wild turkey family (one mother with 8-9 poults) has been wandering around outside of my workplace. (Also to my surprise, they all can flap their wings and fly.) I read that male turkeys don't help raise their own children--instead, they seek out other females to mate with. And also, once the children grow up, they all leave the mother and go their own separate ways. Seems sad, but perhaps they're actually the normal ones and we humans are the strange ones. :)
Man, AMC Theatres really seem to be cracking down on patrons sneaking into movies. At a hallway in the AMC Mercado, an employee saw me loitering by the film posters, asked to look at my ticket, and then ordered me to leave the building upon checking that the movie on my ticket had ended. Pretty draconian considering that I was just standing in the hallway--if I had actually been sneaking into an auditorium, then I would understand. Then just recently at the AMC Eastridge, an employee walked in during the trailers (before my R-rated film) and announced a random ticket check. Though judging by the droves of patrons who suddenly left the auditorium, I'm thinking this particular measure made sense.
Well, congratulations to Novak Djokovic for finally winning that elusive French Open, thus completing a non-calendar year Grand Slam which hasn't been done since Rod Laver in 1969. I'm dejected that Serena Williams lost her second straight Grand Slam final though. Admittedly, that Garbine Muguruza's pretty good.
I'm still impressed with those Golden State Warriors, after their thrilling comeback victory in the Western Conference Finals series against the Oklahoma City Thunder wrecked my nerves. So far, the NBA Finals seem kind of dull by comparison.
Given that my home team the San Jose Sharks finally made the Stanley Cup Playoffs, I made an effort to watch some of it. But alas, I just can't stand hockey.
Wow, I actually cried during Sunday's "Game of Thrones" episode. What an emotional haymaker; an even bigger wallop than the previous episode. To me, Hodor was like the Giving Tree...always there for Bran. Afterward, I went for a drive instead of watching the Simpsons season finale. I just wasn't in the mood to laugh.
Update 5/31/2016: Another thing that made me break down during that final scene: the dignified Stark music that played as Hodor held the door. When I reflect on how profoundly Bran ruined the poor guy's life, I can't think of anybody who's sacrificed more for House Stark than Hodor.
Man, maybe I should start carrying a camera phone. While walking through the lobby of my hotel, I actually spotted Tai from this current season of Survivor checking in at the front desk! I did a double-take because I'm so used to seeing him on a remote island every week. What would he be doing here in my hometown? I didn't approach him though--generally I don't like bothering celebrities unless they're at a public event.
In other TV news, I subscribed to HBO just to watch the latest episodes of Game of Thrones. I've become a big fan of the show, and have been getting excited about where the current season is heading. Sometimes I go on YouTube to watch real-time fan reactions to certain scenes from the show. Don't hold your breath for any YouTube clips of my own reactions, though. Most of the time I just watch TV stoically. Even when my favorite characters die (like on Game of Thrones or Walking Dead), I just gape at the screen with a blank, dumbfounded expression.
I've also starting getting into that TV series "Supernatural" recently. After various seasons of demons, angels, and even Lucifer assuming human form, the show finally revealed that one of the recurring characters is actually God--leading to a lot of interesting conversations and ironies, plus some perplexing scenes like God eating chow mein and watching...curling.
I've been chomping at the bit to vote in the California Presidential Primary...and now that I've finally received my voter information in the mail, both races are pretty much over. Why does California hold its primary so late? I guess I'll have to just cast an emphatic symbolic vote.
Wow, that "Survivor: Kaoh Rong" tribal council ended with one of the coldest blindsides I've ever seen. For someone as nice (and non-confrontational) as Tai to look into his closest ally's eyes and shake his head "no" instead of having his back...messed up. I should start calling him "Tai"-senberg. :)
For the first time ever, I finally got to screen a movie at an Alamo Drafthouse theater (a new one opened up in San Francisco). Each seat comes with a mini-table where you can fill out food and drink orders (including alcohol) that get served to you during the film. I ordered a burger and fries. They also strictly enforce a no talking/no texting policy. Pretty cool all in all, but I'm still smarting from the prices ($16 for the burger and $13.50 for parking!).
As for the movie itself, I think I enjoyed the preshow of ironically humorous shorts more, such as the manners tutorial and a doomsday infomercial segment.
Speaking of the Alamo Drafthouse chain, its founder/CEO rebutted AMC's idea to allow texting in theaters to attract more millenials. I actually don't care about lit phone screens in an auditorium, but the notion of more selfie-obsessed teenagers in my theater...ugh.
In other news, I read that "Game of Thrones" might end with 13 episodes (a.k.a. two shortened seasons) following the finale of season 6. I suspect it's because George R.R. Martin didn't provide enough material. Well if you ask me, the creators should just load up the final two seasons with wish fulfillment and send the fans home happy. Part of me always wondered whether George R.R. Martin meant "All men must die" as a Buddhist message. Because when I think about it, so many of Daenerys' enemies and the people on Arya's kill list have died without them having to do anything.
Congratulations to the Golden State Warriors on successfully finishing their season 73-9, breaking the record for best season in NBA history! And congratulations to Steph Curry on breezing through the eight 3-point shots he needed to reach an unprecedented 400 3-pointers in one NBA season! Needless to say, I was impressed. I'm glad the team prevailed because in order to watch them, I had to miss Kobe Bryant's wild 60-point retirement game.
I wound up watching TV for about eight and a half hours on Sunday. Mostly because WrestleMania 32 lasted nearly five hours (six if you count the kickoff on the USA network). I could've sworn last year's show went less than four. Contrary to a lot of vocal wrestling snobs out there, I enjoyed this year's show. Though admittedly, I agree with critics of Roman Reigns (I changed the channel during his headline match to watch "The Simpsons"), and agree that Shane McMahon needs to stop risking his life on these scary stunts (could've sworn I heard the crowd chanting "Please don't die!" when he climbed to the top of the cell, which has gotten even taller after Mick Foley's famous fall). Secret crash mat or no, so many things could've gone wrong.
Minor spoiler alert for "The Walking Dead" season 6 finale: the TV series finally enacted the Lucille scene I've been dreading for much of the season, ever since the Internet spoiled for me exactly how that scene went down in the comic book. Pretty clever of the TV series to switch to first person POV like that--because the original artwork really sickened me and I couldn't imagine how such gruesome cruelty could be shown on TV. Although I was dismayed by the cliffhanger, I'm like 80-90% sure that the TV victim will match the comic book victim. Even though I verified that hardly any of the comic book characters' fates matched their TV counterparts', lately the TV series has been following the comic book so faithfully that I'm skeptic the show would just suddenly fork away from this important of a plot point.
Japan is releasing the ultimate J-Horror crossover this June, titled "Sadako vs. Kayako". It will feature Sadako from The Ring vs. Kayako from The Grudge. There's a trailer out and everything.
Yeesh. Following the box office success of Dawn of Justice, it looks like DC will be going forward with at least 10 more superhero movies:
While I was at it, I checked on the next phase of superhero movies from Marvel Studios:
We also have another four Transformers movies to look forward to (that was sarcasm):
What a crazy Presidential election. I usually don't blog much about politics and religion, but come November I do plan to blog either euphoric relief or unadulterated disgust.
In related news, I'm really disappointed by how partisan the Supreme Court has become. My political science professor once lectured that the SCOTUS is supposed to decide what is right, not what is popular. That's why I hate it when Senators say "the people should decide" Scalia's replacement. To me, that's a slippery slope.
I did smile at the rhetoric from one of Ted Cruz's ads: "Life, marriage, religious liberty, the Second Amendment. We're just one Supreme Court justice away from losing them all." Thing is, the SCOTUS already legalized abortion and gay marriage even before Scalia died.
I actually liked that they titled the last two Divergent films Allegiant and Ascendant instead of Allegiant - Part 1 and Allegiant - Part 2 (presumably to camouflage that moneymaking stigma of splitting the final novel into two parts). I came up with my own suggestions on how the final installments of previous young adult series could have been titled:
To my misery, I think I caught both a head cold and hay fever allergies at the same time last week. Kept sneezing from a tickle in my sinus and coughing from a sore throat. Guess I can't really complain though, given what's going on at my company (again!).
Google released an app where Morgan Freeman voices GPS directions! Now das cool. I can't believe no one thought of this before. Dude, they should make one for James Earl Jones and Jeffrey Wright. And for female voices, Alex Morgan.
Speaking of Morgan Freeman, his Best Picture announcement and Mark Rylance's shock win managed to ruin my Oscar predictions three-peat.
Jeez, what kind of Valentine's Day episode was that for "The Walking Dead". The deaths came so unexpectedly that my brain mistook them for a dream sequence or someone's imagination. Is this really happening?! I gaped. This show, man--develops characters to get you invested and then just kills them off without warning.
Was Monday's X-Files episode about the Islamic terrorists supposed to be a comedy? Because it wasn't funny. Total waste of a Lone Gunmen cameo too.
I'm also starting to lose interest in that new show "Lucifer" following Monday's episode where the female detective went back to disbelieving that the title character is Satan. I don't really like how shallow he is. I thought the show would be like "Dexter", but the Lucifer character seems completely unashamed of who he is, and doesn't really take much seriously.
Ugh, not happy to be reading about that Zika virus outbreak in Brazil. But I already bought the plane tickets so no turning back now. :P
Well...without further ado, here are my Oscar predictions for 2015:
Best Picture seems like a complete toss-up this year given that each major Guild Award went to a different film. So I'm just going with the PGA on this one, given that it uses the same preferential ballot system as the Academy.
To my chagrin, Serena Williams (uncharacteristically) lost the Australian Open final and is still one shy of the Open Era record of 22 Grand Slam singles titles. Just when I overcame my superstitions too. Meanwhile, Novak Djokovic won his third Grand Slam singles title in a row and is now one shy of a "Djoker Slam".
Sadly, nothing really comes to mind when I try to come up with my favorite tennis match of all-time. That's because the most riveting matches I can remember got ruined by the wrong player winning. :) I might just have to go with that suspenseful 2012 US Open women's final, where Serena came two points from losing.
Man. While watching the 2016 Royal Rumble Match, I missed a huge elimination because my eyes had momentarily wandered away from the TV. (By the time my eyes darted back, the entrant whom I had predicted as the winner was lying outside the ring.) The match was ok, I guess. Brock Lesnar disappointed me by not making more of a splash. I also don't like it when the crowd gets "smarky" and tries to ruin the match for everybody.
Haha, I read an amusing article that questioned why Royal Rumble entrants don't try harder to exploit the no DQ loopholes in the rules. Specifically, in this most recent match:
Maybe it's time for the WWE to enforce some oversight on their Royal Rumble Match similar to how the Academy overhauled their Oscar rules to promote diversity. :)
In other Sunday programming, the premiere of that X-Files revival seemed to completely ignore what happened in the series finale. Specifically, the fate of the Cigarette-Smoking Man and the colonization by aliens on December 22, 2012. Unless maybe we're supposed to infer that those were just hoaxes, which exemplifies the exact kind of convoluted storytelling that made me sick and tired of this show.
That movie "Creed" reminded me of how much I love the philly cheese steaks in Philadelphia. Maybe it's just me, i.e., some kind of "placebo effect", but the philly cheese steaks here in California don't taste nearly as good. (P.S. Still annoys me that things like soup cans and paint splatters are considered art, but not the Rocky statue.)
Similarly, the best Starbucks coffee I ever had was at its birthplace first store in the Pike Place Market.
It wasn't the best coffee I ever tasted, though. That honor goes to the very first mocha I ever ordered from Seattle's Best Coffee, from a cafe located at Yosemite National Park.
As for the best pie I ever tasted, that distinction still belongs to the warm slice of cherry pie I ordered at Twede's Cafe (filming location for the Double R Diner in "Twin Peaks"). Again, this might be a "placebo effect".
My aunt who lived alone in San Francisco died, which is probably how I'll die too should I make it past 94. I never really understood the big deal about dying alone though. Maybe someday I will. Anyway, the memorial service will be next month in her hometown (not San Francisco where she lived most of her life) which makes me wonder whether she specified any burial wishes.
Looks like "Carol", Ridley Scott, and Idris Elba got snubbed from the Oscar nominations. I'm glad that "Room" made it in though, as that was one of my favorite movies of the year and it dismayed me when pundits started counting it out.
I'd rank the 2015 Best Picture nominees as follows (notice which director's film ended up last on my list for the second consecutive year):
Also looks like "Terminator Genisys" got snubbed...from the Razzie Award nominations. I agree with the other nominations except I actually liked "Jupiter Ascending" (even though I called it "gobbledygook").
I hate L.A. traffic.
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Music video | "Style" Taylor Swift | "Photograph" Ed Sheeran |
TV series | "Game of Thrones" | "The Simpsons" |
Commercial | GEICO Insurance cat commercial where if you're a cat, you ignore people because it's what you do | Chevys Fresh Mex "Guactoberfest" commercial where annoying customers chant for guacamole |
Movie trailer | (tie) 2oolander and The Revenant and Star Wars: The Force Awakens | Jem and the Holograms |
Unsurprisingly, Star Wars 7 obliterated the box office records for opening weekend in the U.S. (and worldwide). I ended up screening it opening weekend because I didn't want to accidentally stumble onto a spoiler. To the Internet's credit, I surfed for spoilers afterwards and didn't spot any overt ones until I clicked on certain articles or read certain comment threads. I noticed Twitter's a really bad place for spoilers.
Haha, bad publicity for the ArcLight Hollywood. First, Quentin Tarantino blasted them for breaking their commitment to show "The Hateful Eight" at their Cinerama Dome (which also affects me as I had hoped to screen it there); then one of their projectors broke down during Star Wars 7 and restarted too far ahead. That actually happened to me during the second Lord of the Rings movie and to this day, I still don't know what happened in the scenes I missed. At least nowadays, everything's digital so the projectionist can just jog to the right spot (assuming they know where it is).
I'm still not quite sure what makes someone a cinephile, but I'm convinced that I qualify given the habits I've developed over the last few years. Specifically, I've made it a point to...
Consequently, I guess I'll try to attend one of the limited screenings for the 70mm roadshow release of "The Hateful Eight" starting on Christmas Day. Or at a minimum, I'll try to see it in its original "Glorious Ultra Panavision 70" format (which requires a much wider screen and specially equipped cinemas).
Well, I guess the Hunger Games franchise finally concluded...or has it? I heard rumors that Lionsgate wants to keep it alive somehow, possibly in the form of a prequel or a sequel. Personally, I wouldn't mind movies that cover past Hunger Games. I couldn't help noticing that Haymitch's backstory never came up during any of the films, even though book Katniss reviewed his Hunger Games (a historically significant Quarter Quell) and discovered what originally made him an alcoholic.
I felt Johanna Mason had an interesting Hunger Games too, which the movies never touched upon.
Still shaking my head that Holly Holm knocked out Ronda Rousey to win the UFC bantamweight championship in one of the biggest upsets in MMA history. I'm convinced that Rousey tried to outbox her instead of relying on her effective armbar submission. It was like "Rocky III" in that I feel like fame got to Rousey's ego--in the news I kept seeing bravado like retiring undefeated, winning world championships in other combat sports, beating Mayweather in a fight, filming a movie about herself, wanting to wrestle in WWE, and disrespecting her opponent with nary any provocation. On the plus side, I do feel like this loss added credibility to women's MMA as now people can't complain that Rousey only won against unworthy challengers.
Speaking of which, I had Ronda Rousey on my personal shortlist for 2015 Sportsman of the Year...but not anymore. :P I also ruled out both Novak Djokovic and Serena Williams due to their unfortunate failures in capturing the calendar Grand Slam. So I've actually narrowed down my shortlist to two contenders: Triple Crown winner American Pharoah and Golden Ball winner Carli Lloyd. I'm actually leaning toward Carli Lloyd because of her unprecedented performance at that World Cup tournament and that mind-blowing half-field goal in the final. Although American Pharoah did end a 37-year Triple Crown drought, that Triple Crown is something 11 other racehorses have already accomplished.
I also might be biased because if I had to choose just one feel-good victory this year at the cost of all others, I would've picked the FIFA Women's World Cup.
Speaking of broken undefeated streaks...as part of the celebration of 25 years of Undertaker, WWE posted a video about the end of his Streak at WrestleMania XXX. I spotted myself at the end of the video, but it's deceptive in that I never attended WrestleMania XXX (that clip was from WrestleMania XXVIII). When the Undertaker's Streak ended, I was sitting at home watching my TV in dumbfounded disbelief wondering whether the referee had miscounted. Then unadulterated dismay when I saw the "21-1" graphic.
Looks like a player I originally endorsed finally got voted out of Survivor: Cambodia - Second Chance: Andrew Savage. Admittedly, he had some kind of air about him that was rubbing me the wrong way. Like he would be cold enough to scheme a blindside of Spencer, but then get self-righteous toward other players who would dare to make their own plots.
I was greatly puzzled by his parting words that no one foresaw Kelley Wentworth playing an immunity idol. Surely this possibility must have crossed their mind, given that they had just got done splitting their votes against Kass in the previous tribal council! If it truly did not cross his mind, then he deserved to go home.
Hopefully the next episode will explain why NINE different players saw it necessary to vote for Kelley. Because it was even safer to split the votes this tribal council (6-3 would have sufficed) than the last one where the alliances sought a 7-6 majority! Maybe they feared Joe would follow through on his sub-alliance with the bottom three girls?
P.S. Anyone see the irony of Kelley teaming with Ciera? :)
Congratulations to the Kansas City Royals for winning the World Series this time. I was impressed by how many times they came from behind in the late innings. (I rooted for them because I felt bad about how Madison Bumgarner crushed their dream last year.)
In other news, my photos from the WWE event finally developed. :)
Well, still waiting for my WWE Hell in a Cell 2015 photos to develop (takes over a week now). Because I still use 35mm film, the photo department had to ship the rolls to Arizona to process. They won't even send back negatives with the prints--only a photo CD. So it looks like once my film rolls run out, I'll need to shop for a digital camera. :)
Regarding the event, I finally got to see a post-UFC Brock Lesnar match. Even saw blood which is banned by WWE's PG rating, requiring a ringside doctor to interrupt the match, glue the wound shut, and wipe away the blood to a chorus of boos. In what I considered the highlight of the night, Brock finally shoved that doctor onto the mat to a chorus of cheers (and rumor has it this was unscripted!).
The other Hell in a Cell Match between Roman Reigns vs. Bray Wyatt turned out pretty good as well.
The Dudley Boyz match disappointed me the most in that they performed none of their vintage table spots and didn't even execute their finishing move. Bah.
Roman Reigns vs. Bray Wyatt
Brock Lesnar vs. The Undertaker
Stairs
To my confusion, the TitanTron remained off most of the time. I guess that forces the TV audience to stay focused on the ring instead of looking off to the side.
In the spirit of Back to the Future Day, i.e., October 21, 2015 (the date Marty and Doc Brown travelled forward to in Back to the Future Part II), I re-watched the first two Back to the Future films on demand. I loved the first movie as a kid and I find I still love it today.
The second film feels dated to me now given how it depicted fashion, levitation, and flying cars (looks like it got the Chicago Cubs World Series prediction wrong too). To my amusement, Marty and Doc Brown arrived at Jimmy Kimmel Live where he updated them on current events such as cronuts, selfies, and Donald Trump.
I do think it's mind-blowing how far personal computing has come since the Apple //e I programmed on in the 1980's, e.g., Internet, social media, e-mail, texting, video streaming, smart phones, GPS.
After over two years of abstention from both airline flights and WWE events, I finally decided to attend an upcoming WWE pay-per-view event here in California. I couldn't resist the "final chapter" Hell in a Cell Match between Undertaker vs. Brock Lesnar.
I would actually rather that the Undertaker win this one. If you ask me, the WWE has built Brock Lesnar into such a superbeast that nobody on the active roster can credibly challenge him anymore. Plus Brock already got such a monumental win over the Undertaker at WrestleMania XXX that I question whether these past two matches will even be remembered (case in point: does anyone remember that Ladder Rematch between Shawn Michaels vs. Razor Ramon at SummerSlam 1995?).
Can't say I'm looking forward to the Hell in a Cell Match between Roman Reigns vs. Bray Wyatt. Both of these wrestlers bore me. I literally change the channel when Roman Reigns talks on the mic, and rarely ever understand Bray Wyatt's promos (I never cared for The Ultimate Warrior's incomprehensible rants either).
I was hoping to see a Tables Match between The Dudley Boyz vs. The New Day, but I guess WWE is saving that for TLC?
I think in total, I've only regretted missing three WWE events since the last one I attended:
Thanks to some food poisoning I self-diagnosed a couple of weeks ago, I began avoiding cucumbers, tacos, and the food trucks that visit my workplace. Unfortunately, since the symptoms didn't hit me until the middle of the night, I still don't know which food made me sick. The chill in my nerve endings got so bad I finally had to take an Advil to get to sleep.
I also came really close to throwing up and losing that 29-year streak of mine, but the streak endures. :) The two other closest times my streak came under jeopardy: that time I got space sick during the zero gravity flight, and that time I got airsick on a plane and had to smell the vomit from the kid in front of me.
In the spirit of At the Movies, I made movie recommendations to my friends and then sought film clips on YouTube to help tease each movie:
Loved that hidden immunity idol twist in the Survivor: Cambodia - Second Chance premiere. Ordinarily I get bored during the tribal challenges (and tend to fast-forward through them if I DVR'd the episode), but this particular tribal challenge gripped me like some kind of Hitchcockian thriller. Man that was suspenseful, waiting and waiting for Kelley to build up the nerve to snatch that idol while no one was looking! It reminded me fondly of that final tribal challenge in Heroes vs. Villains tribal challenge where the Heroes smuggled an idol to Russell.
Really hated that twist where the tribe suddenly had to vote someone out before they were ready. In general, I hate it when twists, rocks, or unfair advantages decide the outcome of a Survivor season (just like I hate it when referees decide the outcome of a soccer game). Moreover, I see this twist scaring future Survivor players into forging more of those "flash alliances" that bore me so much.
Finally, I don't understand why the editors kept cutting to Jeff Varner talking about how disoriented he is. I would have rather heard more about what Shirin and Spencer were plotting, but oh well.
Update 10/1/2015: Messed up what happened to Shirin and Spencer, but it made for some great drama. Next week, another twist where the two tribes split into three? If it ends up saving Spencer, I approve (but knowing his Charlie Brown luck he'll end up with Kass, Woo, and Abi or maybe even a second "Brains" tribe, hahaha). I'm rooting for "new school" as I fear that "old school" could make this season boring.
Well, Novak Djokovic now has 10 Grand Slam titles thanks to that latest depressing win over Roger Federer (despite his cool SABR attacks). Now that Djokovic has reached double-digits while Andy Murray is still at two (tied with Stan Wawrinka), I think the media needs to retcon this notion of a "Big Four". It's never been more than a "Big Three", people. :) While I'm at it, I get annoyed by that term "Golden Slam" (when a player coincidentally wins the Olympic gold medal plus all four Grand Slam tournaments within the same calendar year), and still think that the term "Grand Slam" should just mean winning all four Grand Slam tournaments in a row.
I saw articles speculating on why the US Open crowd blatantly cheered against Djokovic. My guess is that like me, they really wanted Federer to capture that elusive 18th Grand Slam title. Federer just seems like the nicest guy, while his top competitors act like babies when they don't get their way.
An unseeded semi-finalist spoiled Serena Williams' bid for a Calendar Grand Slam and I'm still sick about it. It never once crossed my mind that this particular player could pull off the upset. Man that's so depressing. My brain came up with the following rationalizations to help me cope:
The Internet is really starting to alarm me. One misspoken sentence (even if said in private) can now spark outrage and cyberbullying all across the Web. And nowadays it's like there's no shame to what some people post, from nude photo leaks to videotaped murders. It's also easy to snark at that Ashley Madison hack, but to me if a company that dedicated to privacy could get hacked, what chance do the rest of the business sites on the Internet have?
On a side note, that new Google Autocomplete prediction feature can be messed up sometimes, when I'm typing celebrity names and the most popular search queries about them automatically display underneath the field. Fortunately my name always brings up the music artist, but for other people I've seen a lot of unflattering predictions come up. Interestingly, I read in the Google help that you can ask that your personal information (like bank account numbers or nude photo leaks) be removed from the search results.
I liked the Undertaker vs. Brock Lesnar match at SummerSlam, and have no complaints about it (other than my wish that this had been the Streak match instead of that WrestleMania debacle). The Undertaker--despite his age--looked like a credible opponent for Brock, and even took some suplexes. As far as I'm concerned, the WWE can go ahead and close this chapter...and start planting seeds for Undertaker vs. Sting.
I got bored watching the "Fear the Walking Dead" pilot. Mostly because all that family drama seemed so mind-numbingly trivial in lieu of the zombie apocalypse to come. But I still look forward to seeing what we missed while Rick Grimes was in that coma. :)
Update 9/1/2015: I keep forgetting that these Fear the Walking Dead characters don't know zombies that well. What folly watching the main character trying to reason with one, and watching a student futilely stabbing it with a tiny knife!
I read some interesting rumors about who might sing the next James Bond opening:
Sam Smith, Florence + the Machine, and Ellie Goulding all strike me as too high-pitched for a Bond opening. Radiohead would be interesting, to say the least. I also got to thinking that Muse would be an intriguing choice too.
Haha, another quick win by undefeated UFC champ Ronda Rousey. I watched a couple of Rousey's previous MMA fights for free on my cable box, and cringed when one of her opponents refused to tap out to her armbar submission. Basically if the opponent won't tap out, then Rousey has to snap the arm!
Haha, not sure if I can ever bring myself to erase the USWNT's 2015 FIFA World Cup semi-final and final from my DVR. I still re-watch the clips from time to time, and particularly enjoy the players' visceral slow-motion reactions. To my disappointment, the broadcast barely showed any reaction shots to the mind-blowing goal where Carli Lloyd chipped the goalkeeper from the midstripe. Too bad the technology's not there yet for a TV viewer to be able to shuttle back to that moment in time and see the look on everyone's faces. At least two players called that moment their favorite of the tournament (I saw a couple of pictures where Hope Solo looked uncharacteristically overcome with emotion), and I myself found that goal so surreal that I just stared at the TV with my mouth open.
As for the USMNT's loss to Jamaica in the CONCACAF Gold Cup semi-final...facepalm.
Regarding this whole Hulk Hogan scandal, I'm actually trying to ignore it due to my contempt for people's private conversations being recorded without their consent and released to the public. If he had ranted this stuff while running for President or licking donuts in a public place, that'd be different.
Well, Roger Federer lost again to Novak Djokovic in the Wimbledon final despite one of the craziest tiebreaker comebacks in recent memory. Although the result disappointed me, his woes could be much worse when I think about it. Unlike Djokovic, Federer has won a French Open. And unlike all of the other tennis players on tour, Federer has won 17 Grand Slam titles.
Congratulations to Serena Williams on winning Wimbledon to complete her second Serena Slam, i.e., winning all four Grand Slam titles consecutively! Which if you ask me, is just as good as the Grand Slam where all four of the same titles are won in the same calendar year. But she now has a big opportunity for that exceedingly rare accolade too!
To put that mountain in perspective, a racehorse only needs to win three major races for the Triple Crown. For a Grand Slam, the tennis player has to win a perfect 28 of 28 total Grand Slam matches, against a wide variety of hungry opponents (many of whom she came so close to losing to, especially during that period in the French Open when she got horribly ill). Even in this last Wimbledon final, she looked close to cracking (and almost seemed manic after the victory, inexplicably balancing the Venus Rosewater Dish on her head and what not). But I've come to know this mental roller coaster as her M.O.: her game starts tanking in the second set, and then at some point in the third set she goes Super Saiyan and completely obliterates her opponent.
Anyway, to reiterate what I blogged before, if Serena wins the US Open again (or any other future Grand Slam title for that matter) to tie Steffi Graf for most Grand Slam titles in the Open Era, then I will proclaim Serena the greatest female tennis player of all-time.
Speaking of great female athletes, I'm still starstruck by this United States women's national soccer team and have been monitoring their Twitter accounts for celebration updates. Quite a whirlwind: a phone call from Obama inviting them to the White House, a ticker tape parade in New York (plus keys to the city), a concert appearance onstage with Taylor Swift, and each player (plus the coach) appearing in their own individual Sports Illustrated cover! Looking back, it's funny how four years ago both my Dad and I rooted for this U.S. women's team and had absolutely zero allegiance to Japan. Personally, I hate how the Japan team likes to starve their opponents by hogging the ball--to me that's about as dull as watching Mayweather box. :)
So proud of team USA for winning the 2015 FIFA Women’s World Cup in the most memorable, insane soccer match I've ever had the privilege of witnessing. The U.S. women basically burst out of the gates guns blazing (could've sworn I heard war drums in the background a la the 300 sequel). First Carli Lloyd scored two goals inside the first five minutes! Then later my mind got blown again when she lobbed the ball from halfway up the field and it narrowly brushed over the retreating Japan goalkeeper's fingertips to score a hat-trick! Four USA goals in 16 minutes! Unreal.
I never bought into that forecast that team USA had a "67% chance" of winning. I felt like that percentage overlooked intangibles like how hungry the core U.S. players would be for the one trophy that eluded their grasp. I also felt that deep down they thirsted for sweet revenge...and man they got that in spades.
I guess my only minor disappointment was that Carli Lloyd narrowly lost the tiebreaker for Golden Boot. It actually had me in suspense whether she'd win the Golden Ball for best player in the tournament--but I don't know why I even worried--that conclusion was about as foregone as it gets. :) Also congrats to Hope Solo on the Golden Glove (say what you will about her personal life--as a U.S. goalkeeper, I consider her indispensable).
This might very well be recency bias, but within the past few months I feel like I've witnessed the best baseball game (Game 7 of the 2014 World Series), the best football game (Super Bowl XLIX), the best horse race (American Pharoah's Triple Crown victory), and now the best soccer match of my entire life.
Still can't believe England lost to Japan in the closing minutes of a tied World Cup semi-final because one of the star English defenders accidentally kicked the ball into her own goal! For whatever reason, the soccer gods must want USA vs. Japan III. USA will want to avenge their finals loss to Japan in the last World Cup and Japan will want to avenge their finals loss to USA in the last Olympics. Man, I might fall into a depression if USA loses the World Cup final to Japan again. But I'm confident that the U.S. team will fight like never before to avoid that outcome.
Thrilling semi-final showdown between No. 2 USA and No. 1 Germany at the FIFA Women's World Cup 2015. It seemed like a foregone conclusion that team Germany's best scorer would extend their perfect World Cup record for penalty kicks...but to my astonishment, she missed! Then later Carli Lloyd (the MVP of this tournament, IMHO) netted a clutch penalty kick and assisted in another goal.
I'll be so happy if I finally get to watch the U.S. women win one of these things. I was dejected when they lost the finals four years ago.
In other news, to the dismay of me and my family members, our Mom's memoriam tree has disappeared from Adam park. Granted, it never seemed to grow in all the years I've visited it--but man, we sprinkled our Dad's ashes all around that tree and now the tree is gone.
I'm still dismayed by a couple of occurrences on Sunday. First was the "Game of Thrones" season 5 finale. So much cruelty. And what kind of ending was that?? I refuse to accept that we've seen the last of that character. :P (On the plus side, for the first time in my life I'm all caught up on Game of Thrones and don't have to worry about spoilers!)
Second, I found out that "Jurassic World" edged out both "Marvel's The Avengers" and "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2" on Sunday for the highest-grossing box office opening weekend ever (U.S. and international, respectively)! Whaaaat. Clearly I underestimated how much people like dinosaurs.
In sports news, congratulations to the Golden State Warriors on their first NBA Championship in 40 years. Could've sworn I heard fans in the audience chanting "War-ri-orrsss" just like in the movie, hehe.
Congratulations to American Pharoah [sic] for winning the Triple Crown after a 37-year drought where 13 other racehorses tried and failed! Someone give that horse a party or whatever it is horses like to do because that is most impressive. When California Chrome fell short last year, I didn't expect its jockey Victor Espinoza to get another shot so soon. And apparently that horse trainer Bob Baffert failed to win the Triple Crown three previous times. Side note: What's the deal with that Burger King mascot (first Mayweather's entourage and now here)?
Congratulations to Serena Williams for winning her 20th Grand Slam title at the French Open! Struggled with sickness too, just like in the Australian Open. I got freaked out when she blew a commanding lead in the second set and trailed 0-2 in the final set. But then she went on to steamroll the next six games (which included a dramatic on-air expletive that got her an obscenity warning from the chair umpire). If she can win Wimbledon next, she'll have another non-calendar year Grand Slam. If she wins the US Open too, then she'll have both a calendar year Grand Slam and my endorsement as greatest female tennis player of all-time.
Too bad about Novak Djokovic coming up short on the Career Grand Slam again. He finally dethroned the King of Clay Rafael Nadal only to lose the French Open final to Stanislas Wawrinka. Now that Nadal's stranglehold on the French Open might be over for good, we could be witnessing the end of the Big Three era (I call it a Big Three, not a Big Four).
How's this for irony: my 2004 Toyota Corolla has never had a malfunction bad enough to make me want a new car...until just recently, when the odometer froze at 299,999 miles! I researched that it could cost over $500 to fix even though this is a known defect. Sure smells like a scam, that a digital odometer would freeze at 299,999 instead of 999,999. The thing is, I'm actually thinking of paying for the fix because what a nuisance to re-calculate the actual miles using the smaller odometer.
In other news, I finally tried Sprite LeBron's Mix (the aluminum can offering). Tasted like orange soda.
I've been growing more and more amused by the audaciously terse headlines on CNN.com. The big breaking stories now use large blockbuster phrases as the headline, for example, SUSPENDED, 106 MPH, and DEATH. Makes me want to follow suit in my blog entry titles. :)
This California drought is starting to depress me. At my workplace, they mulched a bunch of trees and are now uprooting bushes and grass. I also read a bleak outlook that someday California (particularly the southern region) could turn into a desert.
To a much fewer--I mean lesser--degree, last night's "Game of Thrones" depressed me as well. I'm just so incredulous that Sansa consented to this marriage at Winterfell, and that Queen Margaery could be arrested by homophobes! I never thought I would say this, but ever since the Night's Watch earned my respect in that special season 4 episode about them, they actually interest me more now than most of the other storylines in season 5.
Well, next year's vacation to Rio de Janeiro is a go. I secured the Olympics tickets I wanted (through a hotel travel package, not the lottery). I decided to pick tennis over gymnastics, because last time I didn't leave enough buffer between my flight arrival and the first Olympic event. Also, this time I plan to minimize what I put on my itinerary. Side note: That new invention the narcisstick would sure come in handy at Christ the Redeemer, but alas I still use an analog camera. :P
Looks like David Lynch decided to return to "Twin Peaks".
I really like this idea, letting Survivor fans vote on which ex-players to cast in the 31st season. I was happy with a lot of the choices, unhappy to see others (and will fume if they make it back onto the show), and had to look up the ones I couldn't remember. Was also surprised that Shirin would want to come back--but when I think about it, how could her second experience possibly be as bad as her first.
I hope people don't just log in so they can vote for the cutest castaways--I wouldn't even suggest voting for the most likeable ones.
My first round of endorsements would go to ex-players whom I feel deserve second chances because of how they got screwed over their first time playing:
My next round of endorsements would go to ex-players who seem open to winning by any means necessary:
Finally, I would endorse Stephen Fishbach because of a blog he writes where he editorializes each episode's Survivor strategies. I'm curious whether he would still blog and give out Fishy awards for a season he just gone done filming for.
I'm still conflicted about whether Kass McQuillen deserves back in the game after playing kind of like a griefer the first time. Admittedly, I am kind of curious whether her "chaos" strategy would work again.
Update 5/21/2015: Fume...someone explain to me how Woo, Keith, and Abi all got voted back into the game. I just can't wrap my head around it. I can live with the rest of the cast but am bummed Stephanie Valencia got snubbed. Like this Monica and Peih-Gee, I read up on them and still can't remember who they are.
Mayweather vs. Pacquiao...what a profound disappointment. Granted, that's the first boxing match I ever watched (and most likely my last)--but Mayweather's grandstanding made me expect a fight, not round after round of him evading and hugging Pacquiao. (I thought hugging was supposed to be illegal in boxing.) Hahaha, check out this Punch Out! spoof of the match.
I finally researched why the MGM had Mexico's national anthem before the boxers'. Apparently, it was to celebrate Cinco de Mayo (three days early).
In miscellaneous news, where can I buy Sprite LeBron's Mix? All I could find was the 2 liter bottle.
This morning marked the closest I've ever come to calling into work sick. As I got out of bed, the room seemed to spin, and tasks as simple as putting my shoes on made me nauseated. Fortunately, I began feeling better when I sat down next to my phone. Due to the pressure behind my eyes, my leading theory has been sinus headache (though oddly my nose wasn't congested).
I've actually never called into work sick but have, at least once or twice, left work early to lie down.
In travel news, I submitted ticket requests in the Rio Olympics lottery for two Usain Bolt sprints and two Michael Phelps races. I don't plan to attend all four events (I'm hoping to stick to my plan of minimizing my itinerary this time), but I purposely overreached because historically I've only gotten one ticket per Olympic lottery I've requested tickets in. If I can't a Usain Bolt ticket, I'll cancel the trip (I'm already half-hearted about visiting a country where I can't speak the language).
In video game news, Konami cancelled Guillermo del Toro's Silent Hills video game (starring Norman Reedus of Walking Dead fame). I'm actually happy about this, because now I have zero temptation to buy a new gaming system. My last Sony purchase: Playstation 2. My last Nintendo purchase: Game Cube. I still don't know why my passion for video games waned so much. I just got tired of collecting them I guess.
I'm used to seeing female wild turkeys pecking the ground around my workplace, but recently a couple of male ones arrived. One of the male turkeys keeps fanning out its tail and puffing out its feathers like some kind of Thanksgiving float (I read online that this is called strutting, a courting tactic to attract females). But from what I saw, the females just ignored him. Though I read that turkeys mate differently from humans in that the males are polygamous, and don't "go steady" with just one female.
I finally got around to researching why the metallic fringe--hanging above the pool at my apartment complex--repels geese from swimming (and pooping) there. Apparently, both the flapping noise and the reflections of light bother the birds' senses. (I read that decoys of their enemies like swans and alligators can scare them away as well.)
I'm getting more impressed with this Mike after he went above and beyond looking for that hidden immunity idol on Survivor: Worlds Apart. I assume that by openly pretending that Joe had it, it deterred others from looking for it. Also, if Kelly hadn't gotten voted out at the merge, I probably would have praised Mike as the first player to ever make "throwing a challenge" into a successful strategy. :)
In contrast, I didn't see much cause for the "No Collar" alliance to gloat when Jenn got lucky with that hidden immunity idol. Losing one of their own and the two swing voters should've instead been a big cause for alarm.
But at least the "No Collars" have yet to commit jury vote suicide like "cool calm collected" Rodney, who got mad (again) over salami skin, and "I know how to talk to women" Dan, who might be the worst talker to women in Survivor history.
Update 5/11/2015: Man, I shudder at the nightmarish thought that the final three could come down to Dan, Will, and birthday-boy Rodney!
April started out inauspiciously for me in that I had three days ruined by what Weird Al would call "first world problems". First, I stressed out over a defect in an irreplaceable workplace application that went out-of-support. Then I had another day ruined because of a defective DVD-ROM that cost me over five months of WWE recordings. Finally when I was all ready to catch up on "Game of Thrones" during XFINITY Watchathon week, the episodes wouldn't play. To my frustration, the other HBO shows in the Watchathon played just fine--and the XFINITY service technicians weren't much help. (One of them didn't even know what a Watchathon was, and told me I needed to subscribe to HBO!) Fortunately, my complaints eventually resulted in a free 3-month HBO subscription. I still can't play any "Game of Thrones" episodes, but I'll be able to watch season 5 when it premieres this Sunday.
In other TV news, I read that David Lynch pulled out of directing Showtime’s "Twin Peaks" revival due to a budgetary disagreement (and a bunch of cast members made a video expressing their disappointment). But I can live with it since Mark Frost (the original co-creator) is still on board. Although I credit David Lynch with some of the best "Twin Peaks" canon, e.g., the Fire Walk with Me movie, I also blame him for driving the show off the deep end, e.g., introducing crazy supernatural themes, filming old men shuffle across the room, and directing the notoriously awful series finale.
In movie news, I gotta give props to the Furious 7 filmmakers for how they handled Paul Walker's death. Every scene where they presumably used stand-ins and CGI looked completely seamless to me. They also handled his exit in a really classy way--infinitely better than the lame idea I had brainstormed (writing off his character with an explosion). :P
Durn it. Had I known that the Triple H vs. Sting match would end up escalating into DX vs. nWo (complete with Kevin Nash faking a quad injury), I probably would have attended last Sunday's WrestleMania 31 in person! Instead, I watched it on pay-per-view from my apartment (about 15 minutes from the actual venue).
Haha, when the Rock walked along the barricade to recruit a woman against Stephanie McMahon, I expected some kind of relative like his mother or Tamina Snuka. But when the camera panned to UFC Women's Bantamweight Champion Ronda Rousey, I marked out. Hmmm, what if in the future they book her in a WWE match? In no way could I suspend disbelief that a WWE Diva could stand any kind of chance against her. It'd have to be a squash match or a 15-second victory by armbar. :)
Other highlights of the show: Randy Orton's super RKO to Seth Rollins and Undertaker's sit-up as Bray Wyatt spider walked.
Funny how closely that the daylight outside my window corresponded to the daylight on the TV (which lasted nearly the entire duration of the show).
That Walking Dead season 5 finale made me think back to some advice Mike once gave Walter White in Breaking Bad: don't take half-measures.
It pleased me to read that Brock Lesnar re-signed with the WWE. If you ask me, this announcement singlehandedly saved the main event of this weekend's WrestleMania. Now I'm honestly unsure of who will win the match (though my money's on Brock now).
Haha, Bushwhackers in the WWE Hall of Fame. Das cool.
In TV news, "The X-Files" is returning as a limited series of six episodes. First thing I want explained: why aliens didn't colonize the Earth on December 22, 2012.
Also read that the companion show to "The Walking Dead", titled "Fear the Walking Dead" (and set in Los Angeles), will finally premiere this summer on AMC.
Das funny. Last Thursday's "Jeopardy!" ended up with only one contestant in the Final Jeopardy! round, because the other two contestants got -$200 and -$6800 and couldn't wager any money!
Speaking of game show rules, it's still a mystery to me what happens on "Survivor" if the jury votes tie. Perhaps the jury has to re-vote for the top two of the final three?
Here are some other "Survivor" rules that I picked up on through interviews and casual remarks. The players are...
Also read an interesting interview one time where Jeff Probst explained how he determines what order to read the votes in...which isn't always easy. (In summary, he always goes for the biggest dramatic effect.)
My workplace recently showed a hacking documentary that made me paranoid enough to start strengthening some of my passwords and security questions. I also started deleting accounts I don't need, as the hackers prey on login sites with the weakest security to get a foothold into your other accounts. The scariest message of the documentary for me was that sooner or later, any security system can be broken as long as its weak link--human beings--can be tricked or taken advantage of.
L.L.A.P.
Another perfect score on my Oscar predictions. Though if you ask me, "Boyhood" deserved Best Picture more than "Birdman"...but I guess the Academy identified more with Birdman.
In other news, Floyd Mayweather Jr. vs. Manny Pacquiao is finally on! Even though I've never watched a single boxing match in my life, I understand what an epic dream match this is. Come May 2, I'll be tuning into this one (or at least that's the plan).
My TV of over 15 years finally shorted out after months of intermittently glitchy lines at the top of the screen. I could tell by the stench that something had burned out, and had to lug the huge thing outside to ensure my smoke alarm didn't go off (picture me weaving around and knocking things over like Baymax). Then I paid Best Buy to haul it away since I couldn't put something like that in a dumpster. The upside: I finally had an excuse to splurge on a new HDTV (that is, if you call ~$220 on a 28" Samsung LED splurging). No support for S-Video though, so that facet of my home entertainment system is now obsolete.
I also couldn't figure out how to watch the Simpsons and the mid-season 5 premiere of Walking Dead in high-definition. By the way, after watching that depressing Walking Dead episode, I was in no mood for the series premiere of "Better Call Saul" (though I did catch up on it later in the week).
Haha, the Cookie Monster has his own Twitter account: @MeCookieMonster. Mostly just tweets about cookies.
Congratulations to Serena Williams on her 19th Grand Slam title! The final tiebreaker had me on edge--not just because the score was so close, but because Serena served a let at match point and dropped her racket like she was about to lose her temper. Fortunately, she collected herself and then hit a winning ace.
What a crazy ending to that Super Bowl XLIX game. First that Seahawks receiver miraculously caught the ball after it bounced around his moving body like a hacky sack (leading me to wonder, taking into consideration their improbable NFC victory, whether they had divine intervention on their side). Then one yard from the goal, they had victory in the palm of Marshawn Lynch's hand...but what happened instead? They threw an interception and lost everything! I'm still dumbfounded.
In WWE news, I'm still curious whether Roman Reigns will really close out WrestleMania here in the Bay Area after his booed Royal Rumble victory. I keep picturing a repeat of the infamous Goldberg vs. Brock Lesnar match, where die-hard WrestleMania fans booed both guys out of Madison Square Garden.
Ugh, now that "Birdman" has unexpectedly swept the Guild Awards (SAG, PGA, and DGA), I have no choice but to forecast it as the Best Picture winner over "Boyhood". Here are my official Oscar predictions for 2014:
Although I'm not confident about Eddie Redmayne over Michael Keaton, I still feel that the former's demanding performance as Stephen Hawking has Oscar bait written all over it.
This might sound completely trivial given everything that's been happening at my company (my head's still spinning), but the music video results for 2014 have been tabulated.
Ah, memories. Thanks to the EM-DOSBOX in-browser emulator on this Software Library: MS-DOS Games, I was able to play one of my favorite childhood computer games: "Castle Wolfenstein".
How did "Foxcatcher" manage to nab an Oscar nomination for director without a best picture nomination? Other than that mystery, "The LEGO Movie", and maybe David Oyelowo, no snubs really jumped out at me. I saw a lot of surprise nominations, but only in the spots that I had always considered "wild card".
I'd rank the 2014 Best Picture nominees as follows:
Now I know why I saw so many police cars speeding past me on Sunday morning: five people got shot during a Chris Brown performance at a nightclub right next to my neighborhood.
In other news, I compiled a list of coming attractions that caught my eye for 2015 and beyond:
P.S. Marvel is also planning at least seven more movies starting in 2017.
I'm also looking forward to a Steve Jobs biopic directed by Danny Boyle and written by Aaron Sorkin (with Michael Fassbender as Jobs and Seth Rogen as Steve Wozniak).
After all the times I've patronized the ArcLight Hollywood, I finally screened a film ("American Sniper") at their Cinerama Dome. As one of only three Cinerama theaters in the world today, it uses three projectors to project a movie onto a gigantic curved screen. (My reaction: shrug). Having previously caught a movie at the Seattle Cinerama Theatre, I guess that just leaves the Pictureville Cinema in England (though I won't be adding that to my bucket list anytime soon).
I was pleased that "The Interview" opened on New Year's Eve at the historic Fremont Theatre...until I actually watched the movie. Still...I gotta give props to Sony Pictures for standing up to cyberterrorism.
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Music video | "The Writing's On the Wall" OK GO | "Anaconda" Nicki Minaj |
TV series | "Game of Thrones" | "24: Live Another Day" |
Commercial | AXE PEACE commercial where people make love, not war. | Time-wasting Porsche GTS car commercial about a Porsche Cayman GTS and Porsche Boxster GTS 2014 Committee meeting. |
Movie trailer | (tie) Gone Girl and American Sniper | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles |
Well, 2014 is almost up and I haven't attended a single concert or WWE event this year. Haven't taken any plane fights either.
I also managed to see zero films in San Francisco this year--opting instead to wait for them in San Jose. I will, however, make a special effort to see "The Interview" during my holiday vacation--even if it means driving over an hour to the nearest theater. (But first I need to get through the last of the Oscar contenders.)
Ever since Entertainment Weekly published that stick figure death diagram in their magazine, spoiling each major TV death of 2013, I've actually been hoping for another 2014 edition now that I'm caught up on every show I care about. In particular, I'm interested how they'll illustrate that last death on the Sons of Anarchy series finale (which I decided to tune in for). By my tabulation, the major fatalities on Sons of Anarchy have now surpassed both The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones for 2014.
Even The Newsroom had a major fatality. While channel surfing in my hotel room, I happened to tune into HBO right when this character collapsed and died. Having seen no previews or warning signs for it, I was shocked.
Exasperating mid-season 5 finale of "The Walking Dead". Mostly because I thought this character's death could have easily been avoided had Rick simply said "no and that's final" to Dawn's overreaching stipulation. Also felt that Dawn, Noah, and Beth made idiotic errors in judgment as well. Yet despite this huge senseless result, I still liked the plan better than Rick's. Dude's crazy. :) Side note: AMC apologized for spoiling the death for the West Coast on The Walking Dead Facebook page. Seems like common knowledge that you should always avoid social media (or better yet, the entire Internet) hours before a new episode airs, but there you go.
To my relief, I managed to carve the Thanksgiving turkey successfully despite a couple of hiccups trying to get the legs off (one leg came off without any meat and the other one came off with too much meat). The legs came off really easy in the videos. :) Also couldn't slice underneath the breast due to the rib cage. The one trick that worked really well: placing a paper towel underneath the turkey to keep it from sliding.
Man, that forehead detective game can sure get tricky if your questions start going down the wrong path. Someone had "Wizard of Oz" and once she learned that he was in a musical ("Wicked"), that derailed her. Similarly, it was misleading for us to confirm that the Phantom of the Opera was a movie character.
I almost skipped Survivor Series this year due to my boredom with the card. Good thing I decided to order it, because I might have just witnessed the best Traditional Survivor Series Elimination Tag Team Match in WWE history. From Stephanie McMahon’s great heel acting to John Cena's shockingly early elimination to Dolph Ziggler's perseverance to the historic WWE debut of Sting, I was riveted.
Das funny, Grumpy Cat's pictures with the WWE wrestlers. That cat did not look happy to be there.
In other news, congratulations to Roger Federer for finally winning the one trophy that has always eluded him: the Davis Cup. I guess all that's left is an Olympic gold medal in singles, but at his age he'll likely have to settle for the silver one he won in London.
Well, looks like it's up to me to carve the turkey for Thanksgiving now. Based on the videos I watched online, I concluded that I need to remove all of the string and detach all of the limbs first. After that, the techniques vary:
Wow. Jeremy, my favorite Survivor player of the season--the one who seemed positioned to win it all--just got ruthlessly blindsided in a conspiracy reminiscent of the Red Wedding! (Although the conspirators discussed it beforehand and I sensed something wrong when the camera spoiled Jeremy's vote, the outcome still shocked me.) This after he relinquished his reward and suffered for his allies on Exile Island! Backstabbers and ingrates, if you ask me. I was already annoyed with Jon & Jaclyn for their constant PDA, but now I totally despise those two (they just betrayed the same allies whom they were holding back tears for earlier in the episode!). At the same time, I have to give Jon & Jaclyn credit for a really smart move.
Man, I guess that strategy of Jeremy and Natalie relinquishing their rewards wasn't nearly as brilliant as I originally thought. Come to think of it, good deeds do seem to get punished a lot in this game.
In other news, I drove down to Dublin to watch "Interstellar" in 70mm film IMAX on their tall, 2-3 story square-shaped screen. (I actually could have seen it locally at the Tech Museum Hackworth IMAX Dome, but the projection's so gigantic there that during onscreen conversations I can only see one person at a time!) Although the film featured quite a few grand 70mm shots, it kept alternating distractingly between full height (70mm) and normal letterbox (I presume 35mm). For example, the interior of the spaceship would use a letterbox ratio while the space outside of the spaceship always took up the whole screen. I wished the whole thing could've been 70mm. :)
Also, the sound would get so loud that I could feel my seat shaking. Good thing I had earplugs.
During the lunch after my brother-in-law's second memorial service, I found out that the reverend was a "Survivor" fan. A Buddhist minister regularly watching "Survivor"! It blew my mind. Naturally, I had to get his thoughts on the show. He reflected that "Survivor" is a social game which relies on interdependence, and that no player could win by isolating themselves. (My own personal perspective about the "Buddhist meaning" in that show: that it's about letting go of grudges, to which he replied: "...yeah.")
Also watched a high school performance of the musical "Pippin" (which was a lot more suggestive than I expected). I was actually able to follow the storyline even though it contained illogical impossibilities and liked to break the fourth wall.
Finally, I enjoyed the Simpsons' crossover with "Futurama", but couldn't reconcile how Fry’s dog ended up in Springfield. Hehe, I guess now the door's open for Bender to reappear in some future Simpsons episode.
Congratulations to the San Francisco Giants for their narrow, odds-defying 2014 World Series victory! Or maybe should I say, congratulations to Madison Bumgarner for winning the 2014 World Series for them! His historic John Henry-type heroics under such nail biting, winner-take-all stakes immortalized Game 7 of this World Series as my favorite baseball game of all time.
When I look back, the outcome arguably turned on the slimmest of margins, for instance, that double play (which sparked an instant replay review) and Omar Infante's slip on the grass for the run that eventually won the game.
I still have gaps in my knowledge about Major League Baseball, for example, why the Royals couldn't just replace injured catcher Salvador Perez with a pinch runner. Dude could barely even walk to first base when that pitch drilled him!
Drove down to Redwood City to watch "The Maze Runner" in Barco Escape, an experimental new movie gimmick wherein two angled side screens (one left and one right) fold out from the main screen, and supplement the movie with peripheral imagery. Specifically, the side screens projected scrolling shaft walls when Thomas first rode the elevator; then during his trip to a key section of the maze, the side screens projected a few minutes of maze walls and other peripheral sights. For everything else in the film, the side screens remained off (so we really only got 5-7 minutes worth of peripheral footage).
I liked the peripheral footage for the most part, but got disoriented whenever the maze runners vanished off the edge of the middle screen (my brain kept expecting them to continue onto the side screen). I also can't envision much future for this new format. Although it augmented "The Maze Runner" pretty well, I can't think of any other movies (besides maybe "Cube") that would benefit from extra peripheral imagery.
Not sure why I'm so curious about emerging movie technologies, but here's a couple more that I read about:
Looks like I'll be ordering Showtime again come 2016. David Lynch and Mark Frost will be reviving "Twin Peaks" as a limited series of nine episodes! Finally a resolution to that infamous "How's Annie?" cliffhanger (I hope). (Though I read that the actor who plays BOB died after the Fire Walk with Me movie.) My question: Will the show bring back Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer? Considering the actress' age, maybe she could play an angel or something (we never did get to see the White Lodge).
So weird seeing the Simpsons on "Family Guy". Although the animation styles seemed to blend ok, I had trouble reconciling the Simpsons with all that crude and misogynistic humor. Like it almost seemed beneath them to even appear on that show.
One time my friends and I mused about who's dumber: Peter Griffin or Homer Simpson. I had trouble deciding, but eventually went with Homer. :)
Belated congratulations to Serena Williams for finally winning that 18th Grand Slam title! Ironic how the US Open, Serena's worst Slam in terms of scandal, has now become her best Slam. During that first set of the final, I got worried that my jinx was messing up her serve--but since she basically dominated Caroline Wozniacki the entire match I didn't have to turn my TV off. My favorite moment: when Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova personally welcomed her to the "18 Grand Slam singles titles" club by presenting her with an 18 carat bracelet. (I knew Evert and Navratilova both worked for the tennis sportscast team, so I would've been disappointed if they hadn't shown up.)
As for the US Open Men's Final...I skipped it.
In data storage news, my new USB zip drive works great. I bought it off eBay, and the device plugged straight into one of my USB ports without any further setup. Currently, zip disks are the only way to transfer data between my laptop and Pentium (the latter has no Internet access). Heck though, technology changes so rapidly that flash drives might become obsolete next.
Similarly, I believe my Dad transferred his wedding video from 8 mm to VHS before he died...and it occurred to me that maybe we should transfer that to DVD because who uses VCRs anymore? But then I thought: how much longer before DVDs become completely obsolete? Everything's digital now.
Can't believe I had to write another obituary so soon. My brother-in-law passed away suddenly, in his bed. A total shock because even though he had cancer (of unknown origin) in his hip, we all felt optimistic about an upcoming operation that would allow him to walk again. None of us expected his health to decline so rapidly.
Memorial services will be held this Saturday.
Niklaus "Nick" Trachsel Nick was born on 9/9/1955 in Berne, Switzerland to parents Hanspeter and Elisabeth Trachsel. Nick passed away in his sleep on September 10, 2014. Nick graduated high school in 1974, spent a year as an exchange student in Rochester, Michigan, trained as a goldsmith until 1978, and emigrated to America on June 14, 1980. He worked as a goldsmith in Monterey, designing and crafting fine jewelry for over 34 years. He married June Aoki in 1995, and raised one daughter. Nick was preceded in death by his father Hanspeter Trachsel. He is survived by wife June Trachsel of Pacific Grove. Daughter Corinne Trachsel of Pacific Grove. Mother Elisabeth Trachsel of Switzerland. Sister Barbara Josi of Switzerland. Brother Lorenz Trachsel of Switzerland. |
I inadvertently figured out a way to improve your privacy on the Internet: change your name to someone famous. Ever since this DJ Steve Aoki's career took off, I've all but vanished from Google. :)
While I'm at it, I have a solution for all those celebrities who had nude pictures leaked onto the Internet: don't photograph yourself naked.
Congratulations to "Breaking Bad" for sweeping the Emmys! I still consider that final half-season of the show some of the best TV I've ever watched. Seemed like a foregone conclusion that Moira Walley-Beckett would win for writing "Ozymandias", and that Bryan Cranston would clinch lead actor--but I was surprised that both Aaron Paul and Anna Gunn won too.
In contrast, I was dismayed that my least favorite music video of 2013, Miley Cyrus' "Wrecking Ball", won MTV's video of the year! Whaaaat.
Weekend box office results...I still can't wrap my head around why Sin City 2 bombed so badly while tripe like Transformers 4 and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles performed so well. The PG-13 rating, perhaps? Unfortunately, this will probably scare movie studios into catering to teenage audiences now. :(
Haha, Homer Simpson took the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge.
Finally in travel news, I already found a hotel in Santa Maria that I like. Although it lacks room service and an on demand library, I like its quiet, complimentary business center. I'm too paranoid to travel around with a laptop, so internet stations that charge fees or have a lot of distracting hustle and bustle around them become deal-breakers for me.
Can you believe the year Brock Lesnar has had? First he snapped the Undertaker's 21-win WrestleMania streak, then last Sunday he totally squashed "Super Cena" for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship! Going forward, I can't think of any challenge left for Brock to conquer--except perhaps John Cena's undefeated record in "I Quit" Matches. I can't imagine Cena's character ever losing one of those.
What a downer, Robin Williams taking his own life. R.I.P.
Well, I spent one final weekend at my Dad's house before the estate liquidation service empties it out and the realtors put it on the market. Was I sad to leave my childhood home forever? Not really. Maybe because I negatively associate the place with constant schoolwork, curfew, and not being allowed to play video games. Or maybe I'm just not sentimental about places. (Either way, when I first left that house for college--that was one of the happiest times of my life. :))
Also, out of everything that my Mom and Dad ever hoarded, I only salvaged one item for myself: a Phillips screwdriver. Not because of any kind of sentimental value, but because of how well it fits into my car's license plate screws. Haha, maybe as a prank on my future heirs I'll leave that screwdriver behind in a safe deposit box. :) Dude, when my family found those rusty scissors in my Dad's safe deposit box, we almost asked his old internment camp friend whether the scissors had some kind of special meaning!
Someone finally wrote an article about insensitive photos at serious places. Yeah, I still hate it when tourists smile for pictures at the World Trade Center memorial. I also don't get why people would even snap pictures at a funeral, much less smile in them.
Strangely though, I wasn't offended by the September 11 "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" poster. Probably because it looked like an unfortunate fluke.
To my chagrin last Saturday, my car passed smog testing but still failed certification due to a technicality with the catalytic converter. Apparently, the "universal" catalytic converter that Firestone installed back in January 2011 was only officially compatible with a 2002 Corolla at the latest, not a 2004 Corolla. A new smog mandate, apparently. I had trouble believing the smog inspector at first--until I received the exact same bad news when I attempted a second smog check somewhere else.
The next morning, I approached Firestone about whether they would replace my catalytic converter for free if I paid $900+ out of my own pocket for a new one (a more than fair offer, IMHO). The manager got flustered and stammered why I would reason that. I told him that it was Firestone who obtained the incorrect catalytic converter, and added that the smog guy actually recommended I report them to the BAR (California Bureau of Automotive Repair). So after that thinly veiled threat on my part, further research on his part (including a look, I suspect, at how frequent a customer I was), and their own in-house inspection, the manager agreed to waive the labor fee.
In other news, I really hated that "24: Live Another Day" finale. Not as much as I hated the series finales for "Dexter" and "How I Met Your Mother", but same ballpark. I felt like the writers silent clock'ed a romantic chemistry for Jack that no future storyline could ever equal. Ugh--knowing Hollywood, the writers will probably entertain some kind of "ship" between Jack and Chloe next. :(
What did I ever do before the Internet? Google solved the mystery about why my Dad kept old scissors in his safety deposit box (most likely reason: bond coupons). And awhile back, Wikipedia managed to diagnose my beeturia (better than my original theory, kidney failure!).
Spoiler alert: I actually re-watched the movie and made this chart to tell each quantum counterpart apart. Strangely improbable how Hugh and Amir stole another house's box at least four times. Also struck me as improbable that the realities didn't get more crowded with duplicates.
House 1 | Lee (glasses) | Beth (white hair) | Em (blond hair) | Kevin (Em's boyfriend) | Laurie (red dress) | Mike (idiot) | Hugh (beard) | Amir (black sweater) |
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Stolen ping pong paddle, stolen numbers in red, blue glowsticks, broken cup, early flower vase compliment, cracked phones (Hugh 1 & Amir 1 left through dark zone) | ||||||||
Stolen ping pong paddle, stolen numbers in red, blue glowsticks, broken cup, early flower vase compliment, cracked phone (Em 1, Kevin 1, Laurie 1, and Mike 1 left through dark zone while Lee 1 & Beth 1 stayed behind at first house) | Cloth band-aid (Hugh 2 & Amir 2 stayed behind at first house) | |||||||
House 2 | Lee (glasses) | Beth (white hair) | Em (blond hair) | Kevin (Em's boyfriend) | Laurie (red dress) | Mike (idiot) | Hugh (beard) | Amir (black sweater) |
Stolen oven mitt, stolen numbers in green, blue glowsticks, unbroken cup, late flower vase compliment (Lee 2 & Beth 2 already there at second house) | Stolen ping pong paddle, stolen numbers in red, blue glowsticks, broken cup, early flower vase compliment, cracked phone (Mike 1 snuck out through dark zone while Em 1, Kevin 1, and Laurie 1 stayed at second house) | Cloth band-aid, red glowsticks (Hugh 3 & Amir 3 already there at second house) | ||||||
Stolen oven mitt, stolen numbers in green, blue glowsticks, unbroken cup, late flower vase compliment (Lee 2 & Beth 2 still at second house) | Stolen ping pong paddle, stolen numbers in red, blue glowsticks, broken cup, early flower vase compliment, cracked phone (Em 1, Kevin 1, and Laurie 1 still at second house) | Stolen napkin, blue glowstick (Mike 2 more depressed) | Cloth band-aid, red glowsticks (Hugh 3 & Amir 3 left through dark zone with book & box) | |||||
Stolen oven mitt, stolen numbers in green, blue glowsticks, unbroken cup, late flower vase compliment (Lee 2 & Beth 2 helped create new box containing coaster & blue numbers on photos) | Stolen ping pong paddle, stolen numbers in red, blue glowsticks, broken cup, early flower vase compliment, cracked phone (Em 1, Kevin 1, and Laurie 1 helped create new box containing coaster & blue numbers on photos) | Stolen napkin, blue glowstick (Mike 2 helped create new box containing coaster & blue numbers on photos) | Stolen stapler, normal band-aid, both red and blue glowsticks, uncracked phone (Hugh 4 & Amir 4 brought book and helped create new box containing coaster & blue numbers on photos) |
At long last, my family got to open our Dad’s safety deposit box. We surrounded it, lifted the lid, and found one lone item inside: a rusty pair of scissors. Needless to say, this discovery left us dumbfounded. Did it have some kind of meaning behind it? Did it have sentimental value like Citizen Kane’s sled? Did he intend for our Mom to find it instead? Did he just place it in there absentmindedly? Did he leave it there on his way to the airport? Is it evidence in a cold case? Is it a clue to a hidden treasure? Guess we'll never know. :(
Given that both of my parents died shortly before Fourth of July, I find that I hate this holiday more than ever (especially in my Dad's neighborhood, which I guess I won't have to worry about anymore next year). Nowadays I prefer to just hole myself up in a hotel room while the fireworks explode outside in muffled bursts.
In other news, Roger Federer's narrow five-set defeat to Novak Djokovic in the Wimbledon final left me dejected. Federer lost a perfect opportunity to win an unprecedented eighth Wimbledon title, and now at his age might never reach another Grand Slam final again. Oh well. He's already won a historic 17 Grand Slam titles so I guess it's not like he needs another one. :P I really want Serena Williams to win one more Grand Slam title though.
Interesting. I read that Rian Johnson will direct the sequel to J.J. Abrams' upcoming Star Wars movie. Rian Johnson is the guy who directed quite possibly the greatest TV episode ever made, "Ozymandias" from Breaking Bad (which unsurprisingly topped Entertainment Weekly's 50 Best TV Scenes of the Past Year).
To this day, I still feel a pang of emotion thinking about that episode. It struck me as a cruel, visceral tragedy about a man who shatters the lives of everyone he loves, and then has to exile himself in disgrace. Maybe I should have expected the shocks in that episode after the ominous teaser of a happier time, but they still caught me off guard (I incorrectly reasoned that big deaths would only occur at episode's end). Hours later, the events of the episode still troubled me. It was like I had gazed into some kind of bottomless pit of infinite sorrow.
Amazingly after 51,000+ user ratings, the episode still has a perfect 10/10 rating on IMDb.com.
I do not like that "check engine" light. Tightening the gas cap didn't seem to fix it, so I took an afternoon off work to drive my car to the mechanics' shop. But before I got there, the light vanished by itself. When I had them check the code anyway, they theorized that maybe I'm about to have a timing chain problem. The last time I had the code checked (by the dealership), the mechanic posed some other convoluted theory. It's like House, M.D.
My car is coming up on 278,000 miles, so I guess anything can go wrong at this point.
I keep seeing rumors that the 30th season of Survivor will cast returning all-stars again. Also read an article that the show won't have an all-winners edition because "some of the winners have been boring". If you ask me, that's an understatement. :) Though admittedly, I wouldn't mind seeing Tony, Yul, Cochran, and Parvati again. Not sure how much of this is coincidence, but Parvati has appeared in all three of my favorite seasons--and also took part in both of my favorite Survivor moments/tribal councils.
Personally, I'd bring back Cagayan players like "Chaos" Kass, Spencer, and the aforementioned Tony. I'd actually nominate Ciera as well--mostly because to me, she heralded this new generation of "big move" players whom I find subversive to the game.
Speaking of Blood vs. Water, I read that Redemption Island got nixed from the next Blood vs. Water so that the arena could be used for some kind of new twist. I can't help thinking that they're planning something evil, like forcing the eliminated player to duel their own loved one to stay in the game. I still remember the one and only time this happened in the first Blood vs. Water, i.e., when Tina and her daughter simply agreed to let the best woman win. (That choice was spared for the other players who had to duel their loved one, because one of them always managed to beat the third competitor.) Logically, you would think that the originally voted-out player would simply volunteer to forfeit the duel--but I could totally see players (like Rupert and Ciera's mother) romanticizing it and sacrificing themselves.
In other news, I found it amusing that the co-owner of California Chrome called it cowardly to skip the first two legs of the Triple Crown. It's like, he just now figured out why a Triple Crown is so freaking difficult? Not only can the owners enter fresh horses into the Belmont Stakes, but the horses can specialize at that distance too! (Haha, imagine if Michael Phelps called it unfair that he had to keep competing against fresher Olympic swimmers.)
Last Sunday, I yelled at some guy in my theater. He came in late to the movie (after the lights went dark) and then kept shoving his backpack onto me. "What the hell are you doing!" I finally exclaimed. "Sorry, I didn't see you there," he apologized as people in the audience shushed me. As Homer Simpson would say, they were shushing me?
Then yesterday when I was watching X-Men again, something happened that I don't remember ever happening before. A noisy group of 3-4 people--after coming into the movie really late and ignoring every shout from the audience to stop talking--actually got escorted out by security! I've never even bothered to report talkers (or shadow puppeteers) to security in the past, so maybe now I'll try that route someday.
I don't know if it's my imagination or not, but people seem more rude in the less crowded theaters than the crowded ones. Maybe because they care less about the movie than the people who show up on opening day?
I'm starting to think that the quietest time to see a movie might be early in the morning. :P
Even though we're not even halfway through the decade yet, I'm already looking ahead to my best and worst of 2010-2019. The worst event that happened to me is a foregone conclusion, but for best event I'm already leaning toward the joy I felt when the United States got bin Laden. Also, I think I can safely predict "Inception" as my favorite movie.
I won't always stick to my year-end countdowns either. Last decade, that Riverdance trip with my Mom jumped ahead after she stopped going out because of her health. This decade, my #1 of 2013--Edwards Santa Maria 10 becoming an art-house theater--will plummet due to months and months of disappointing selection from that place (by my count, I've only seen two movies there since it first opened on 11/22/2013).
Watched it again in D-BOX/3D and enjoyed the motion effects. The monsters' roars shook my seat, and every giant footstep made my seat quake. I could also feel the wind shear from the HALO jump.
Update 6/4/2014: Read an article about a deleted scene where Xavier, Magneto, and Iceman rescue Rogue to relieve Shadowcat. Sounded cool, but it would've meant cutting one of my favorite slow-motion shots: the Sentinel blast reflecting in Shadowcat's tired eyes.
At long last, nearly 90 minutes of never-before-seen footage from "Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me" will be released in a new Twin Peaks box set. From the teaser, two scenes in particular grabbed my attention: a) Agent Cooper asking the dwarf how to leave the Black Lodge, and b) a catatonic Annie rolling through a hospital on a gurney (brought in by Sheriff Truman from Glastonbury Grove)! Dang, almost makes me want to buy a Blu-ray player.
Ticketmaster temporarily blocked my IP address, to my chagrin. It must've mistook me for a bot or scalper when I was scouting seats for a rumored "Buried Alive Match" (I kept requesting and releasing seats on the Web site). The problem was that the site kept offering me "Best Available" seats, i.e., open seats closest to the ring. I wanted a ticket in a row farthest from the ring, next to where the grave for the Buried Alive Match would be. :) Anyway, I called off the search once Daniel Bryan announced his neck surgery.
Panda Express came out with a new entree, Orange Chicken with Bacon. Blegggghhhhh. I like their new Shiitake Kale Chicken though.
Interesting...I read that FOX will air an hour-long crossover event between "Family Guy" and "The Simpsons" in September.
Haha, great 16-bit Game of Thrones title sequence: Super Mario Game of Thrones.
I liked the "24: Live Another Day" premiere, as it was good to see all my series favorites again: Jack Bauer as the rogue "Dammit!"-shouting (corners-cutting) counterterrorist, Chloe as the blunt hacker talking him through the missions, and Audrey as his love interest. I noticed they harvested a lot of real-life security controversies too: drones, Edward Snowden, and WikiLeaks. I haven't seen anything about the NSA yet though.
I'm also optimistic that this 12-episode format will reduce a lot of the bloat that past seasons suffered from whenever they struggled to keep the characters busy for 24 episodes straight. :P
This "Resurrection" series might be going downhill. Are the writers just drawing plot points out of a hat now? Examples:
And finally the plot development I care for the least: a massive influx of strangers coming back from the dead, including ones from over half a century ago like a soldier who died in the Korean War. :(
Update 5/5/2014: Decent season 1 finale for "Resurrection" (did the ending imply that Bellamy might be that returned couple's missing baby?). I found it hard to believe that a military commander would just take the sheriff's implausible story at face value though.
Thanks to an On Demand promotion for the upcoming 24 mini-series this Monday, I've been able to roam through all eight of the previous season premieres for free. My reaction: so many ill-fated characters and forgettable storylines. One particular gem stood out though: the third season introduction of Chloe O'Brian, a CTU analyst whom Jack Bauer finds so irritating that he resolves to fire her. Nearly fires Chloe O'Brian! The irony of it.
Update 5/2/2014: While skimming through some more "24" episodes, I came across a couple of pivotal fourth season scenes that started the friendship between Chloe and Jack. The first is when Chloe goes behind her boss' back, and asks Jack to help her hacker friend. The second is when she rebukes Jack over the phone (for letting her hacker friend get brutalized), saying she'll never forgive him and that their partnership is over. Fortunately, his subsequent "you know I'm right" speech changes her mind. (Then soon afterward, he saves the lives of Audrey Raines and--ironically enough--her father.)
Update 5/3/2014 After re-watching more fourth season episodes of "24", I think I can call that season my favorite. It's the first season with Audrey, Bill Buchanan, and that lame President Logan, and the first season where Chloe got to shine (including the best "24" scene ever where she was the one in the field instead of Jack). The season did have its flaws, though, like how this terrorist Marwan kept escaping and convoluting the season with layers upon layers of "premeditated" conspiracies.
Accidentally saw a spoiler about Game of Thrones' Purple Wedding. My reaction: happy dance. I keep reflecting on what George R.R. Martin meant when he blogged: "Walter White is a bigger monster than anyone in Westeros." I can probably think of at least 10 Westeros scumbags worse than Walter White. But I can certainly concede that Walter White defied his conscience worse than all of them--and really should have known better--so maybe that's what George R.R. Martin meant.
Weird how "Wheel of Fortune" recently went from best contestant to worst contestant within a month of each other. The best contestant managed to guess the correct answer from: "N E _ / _ _ _ _ / _ _ _ _ _", whereas the worst contestant blew the Million Dollar Wedge because he mispronounced a board that had every letter filled in: "MYTHOLOGICAL HERO ACHILLES". Ouch.
According to a CNN article, "Khaleesi" (from "Game of Thrones") has become a popular baby name. Heh, I wonder if anyone ever considered naming their baby Joffrey, Viserys, or Eddard?
Man, I'm sick of seeing BREAKING NEWS that there is no news of Flight 370. Just let me know when the plane is found.
Michael Phelps swimming competitively again? Excellent. Even if he struggles to just win one medal, I still think he should compete at the next Olympics.
These past few days, I went from bitter disappointment over the "How I Met Your Mother" series finale--which marginalized The Mother--to the MOTHER of all bitter disappointments: The Undertaker LOSING at WrestleMania (out of nowhere)! This is how Undertaker's 21-match win streak ends...to a part-timer?? I still can't believe it. I'm telling you, WWE has just jumped the shark. Those Streak defenses were the main reason I watched WrestleMania every year! It's an incomparable yearly attraction that simply cannot be replaced.
In other less appalling news, thanks to Watchathon Week on XFINITY TV, I managed to binge-watch "Game of Thrones". Sort of. To make it through all of the seasons in time, I fast-forwarded through anything that bored me, e.g., Winterfell, Essos, and Night's Watch. I found it harder and harder to fast-forward though, and ended up binge-watching past 5 in the morning--twice! (The second time I took a day off work so I wouldn't fall asleep in the office.)
I enjoyed the second season overall, and often found myself humming the theme song in my head at work. However, by the end of the third season, I got so sick and tired of the Seven Kingdoms that I wanted a meteor to just wipe Westeros (and all of its cruel, rotten inhabitants) off the map. It's like, just bring in the zombies and obliterate the whole lot of them.
Props to Peter Dinklage at least. I found him magnificent as Tyrion Lannister, and thought he totally deserved that Golden Globe.
I read that NBC Universal closed that recap Web site, Television Without Pity, on April 4. I used to read "Survivor" recaps on it, but then stopped once I realized how much the writer hated the show. It's like geez, couldn't they get someone who likes the show to write about it?
The Winchester Domes closed down last night. These three San Jose Century Dome Theaters (Century 21, Century 22 and Century 23) neighbor the Winchester Mystery House, and played movies that I enjoyed watching for the first time such as "The Bourne Ultimatum" and "District 9". I feel kinda guilty that I didn't patronize these theaters more often. It's basically because they kept on using analog film reels while their competition upgraded to digital projection. I got spoiled by digital picture quality and began finding film defects, cigarette burns, and blurriness distracting.
Interestingly, the historic Fremont Theatre re-opened after being closed for much of March. Given how empty it was each time I went last year and the lack of top attractions there, I can't reconcile out how they can continue to stay in business.
To my surprise, I came across some news that a fifth Phantasm movie, titled "Phantasm: Ravager", has been filmed! Not directed by Don Coscarelli this time, but the cast includes all of the original actors...even Angus Scrimm. Supposedly this installment shows The Tall Man's home world, and will finally conclude the series. To give you a sense of how long I've waited for this installment, "Phantasm IV: Oblivion" came out in 1998...16 years ago!
Maybe someday I'll get the other cult sequel on my wish list, Cube 3D.
I started watching this new ABC show "Resurrection", but haven't made up my mind yet. It's about a small town in Missouri where deceased loved ones starting coming back to life (for example, a couple's 8-year-old son who died more than 30 years ago). Technically, I guess I should say doubles of the deceased loved ones, given that their remains still exist in whatever casket or urn they ended up in. Apparently, the clothes get replicated too--the boy woke up in a red sweater identical to the one in his casket (right down to the name on his neck tag), and the guy had a suit and handwritten letter identical to the ones that he got cremated with! One element I found unrealistic: the loved ones' instant acceptance of the "returnee". If it were me, I would probably freak out and fall backwards.
So far I still can't tell what direction the show plans to go in (for example, "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" or "Lost"), but since one of the returnees appears to be a psycho killer I managed to rule out "Hallmark special". :) Side note: That same returnee still had biological traces of the heart attack that killed him...so would a cancer returnee still have cancer?
It did amuse me that the primary investigator scoffed at an "alien doppelganger" theory, as if that was harder to believe than a mystic river that brings the dead back to life. :)
"The Walking Dead" edited for syndication to comply with a TV-14 rating? They'd pretty much have to edit out every single zombie kill. I'm also really curious how they would censor last week's "The Grove", easily the most disturbing episode of the entire series. Guess they could just show the girls eating pecans and looking at flowers, haha.
Ugh, CGI faces for Paul Walker in "Fast and Furious 7" and Philip Seymour Hoffman in "Mockingjay"? I've rarely ever seen this technique look realistic.
Man, I see that TV spoilers continue to make headline news. Fortunately, I never planned to watch "The Good Wife".
I'm still concerned about the fate of The Mother in "How I Met Your Mother". That one glimpse into the future better be a red herring. :(
I gotta hand it to WWE. Thanks to that clever "Occupy Raw" segment, I felt like WrestleMania went from dismal to must-see. WWE would've been crazy not to channel this Daniel Bryan "YES!" Movement at WrestleMania. I experienced it first-hand at the last one I attended--energetic "Yes! Yes! Yes!" chants everywhere, from the lines outside the Sun Life Stadium to inside the arena.
Weird seeing the MIA CM Punk on "Talking Dead". Unfortunately for him and his propensity for irreverence, he got saddled with one of the most solemn, tragic episodes in the show's history. "Look at the flowers..."
Mr. T finally going into the WWE Hall of Fame! I pity the fool who don't like that.
I don't know if it's me or planetary climate change, but I've gotten airsick three times in the past three years, i.e., during my flights to Atlanta, London, and New York. After reading recent horror stories about violent turbulence and now about this missing Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, my interest in travelling has really waned. :(
In general, I've always found plane disasters unsettling. I mean, I can live with the idea that omnibenevolence doesn't exist--what really bothers me is the thought that everything in life could be happening randomly for no reason.
Congratulations to all of the 2013 Academy Award winners! And congratulations to me for successfully predicting all 6 of the 6 top categories. :) (Man, "Gravity" was on such a roll that I began second-guessing my "12 Years a Slave" prediction.)
I'm glad Steven Price won the Oscar for Original Score for "Gravity". Awesome music. I even enjoyed hearing the orchestral reenactment every time "Gravity" won an Oscar.
Incidentally, I raised my rating of "Gravity" to a 9. I've seen it eight times at the theater, and still feel awed by it. (Sadly, a TV would probably shrink a lot of the meticulous details--onscreen, I could actually make out a reflection of George Clooney in Sandra Bullock's visor.) During one viewing, I just kept my eyes on Sandra Bullock during a particularly heavy render-fest--and found it amusing how she hung on for dear life like a rag doll. :)
I also stopped holding the movie's scientific inaccuracies against it, such as the close proximity of each space station and certain inconsistencies in zero-g. For the most part, I felt that the film depicted zero-g pretty accurately--for instance, I noticed that one of Sandra Bullock's tools kept bouncing back and forth without slowing down (akin to that time I tapped an M&M during my weightless flight).
Finally, and this might sound odd--but as a career tech writer who's used to customers not reading the manuals, I appreciated Sandra Bullock's usage of them to help her out of crises. :) Though nowadays, manuals don't even exist anymore--they've all been replaced by searchable onscreen documentation.
That "Brains" tribe on Survivor: Cagayan annoys me greatly. I guess that's what happens when contestants are selected by IQ rather than social grace. I'm not saying I could do any better (heck, I could actually relate to some of those follies), but for sure I wouldn't forewarn a target that I'm voting them out, or ally with a nuclear engineer (!) who dumped out the tribe's rice! (They should've removed J'Tia from the game a la Brandon Hantz.)
So remember my Survivor idea about casting intellectuals only? I take it back. Without the Brawns and Beauty, I probably would've prejudged this season as bad--like Nicaragua and One World bad.
Maybe disregard my "Survivor: Babel" idea too. :P
This police officer (!) Tony shows a lot of promise. Engineering a "spy shack" to eavesdrop on "useless Cliff and weasel Woo"? Hahahaha!
Update 3/6/2014: Latasha sticks by J'Tia when she dumps out their rice, but then considers it an outrage when she eats some of the rice?! Gotta love this Brains tribe.
Interesting...despite what seemed like a lack of star power for team USA at Sochi, the USA ended up tying its gold medal count from Vancouver 2010. I guess maybe I spent too much time reading spoilers, fast-forwarding through the athletes' human interest stories, and lamenting woeful losses like in speedskating, hockey, snowboard cross, and men's halfpipe. Another problem might be the delayed medals ceremonies--by the time the athletes got their medals, I felt like the emotion had worn off by then. Moreover, I felt like the NBC coverage lacked shots of the proud families in the audience (I don't even see them during the televised medals ceremonies).
In some exciting news, Hulk Hogan will host WrestleMania XXX after being away from the WWE since December 2007! Man, he hasn't wrestled in the WWE since SummerSlam 2006--so I literally witnessed his last WWE match.
While watching the short track races for the Men's 1500m on NBC, I suddenly realized that Apolo Ohno was the one giving commentary. Haha, his personal prejudices totally came through. Too bad he and Katherine Reutter retired from racing--short track has gotten really boring without them. Though admittedly, I've found this shutout of South Korean men from the short track podium interesting--especially because their skaters have been losing to Viktor Ahn (formerly known as South Korean legend Ahn Hyun-Soo) after he defected to Russia. Side note: With both South Korea and Canada now out of the Men's 5000m Relay final, can USA finally win gold there?
Overall, I've found that the Winter Olympics has gotten boring for me (probably because my Dad was the one who got me into it). Instead of avoiding spoilers and watching the Sochi 2014 Winter Olympics in suspense, I've just been reading the results online. Though I did abstain from spoilers for one event: the women's snowboard cross--but alas, Lindsey Jacobellis fell yet again, blowing a huge lead in the semifinal race (albeit on a snow bump, not because of a showboating mishap). Man that's depressing. Another annual snowboard cross winner who seems cursed when it comes to the Olympics: Nate Holland.
Oh, congratulations to Meryl Davis & Charlie White for winning the USA's first ice dancing gold medal. Makes up for all that Tessa Virtue & Scott Moir victory coverage I had to suffer through during my Vancouver 2010 trip. :P Surprising side note: These two pairs share the same coach?!
I never used to eat those fortune cookies from Panda Express--but ever since I opened one at the mall and the prediction came true, I started getting superstitious. The fortune predicted that luck would come my way. Soon after, I won a free-meal-for-three at my workplace cafeteria--twice--AND a lottery for a free gym bag at an IBM Christmas reception. Unfortunately, the subsequent fortunes I read at that mall struck me as throwaway, e.g., achieving piece of mind is a most worthwhile goal and adventure awaits you.
Hardly any movies to see this month. Upon checking my January movie reviews from past years, I confirmed that this month is always dismal for some reason.
Side note: Recently at work I got trapped in an elevator, but was able to manually pry the doors open with my bare hands. I learned that from movies. :)
Man, what a painful tennis match to watch. I tuned into the Australian Open men's final live to see that inevitable semi-historic moment where Nadal ties Pete Sampras for number of Grand Slam titles. Instead, Nadal injured his back and struggled to play though the pain. I'm not really a fan of his, but I gotta give him credit for refusing to quit. (Also in defense of the spectators who initially booed, they probably remembered Azarenka's fishy medical timeout and thought he was flopping.)
Ironically, five years ago at this very same tournament, Roger Federer attempted the same feat (tying Pete Sampras' record) and Nadal was the one who left him in tears after the final.
In other news, what a painful Royal Rumble Match to watch. The #30 entrant and the winner practically got booed out of the building! Though admittedly, I'm not at all thrilled about the WrestleMania 30 main event either. I've found that in general, my viewership of WWE programming has really dwindled--nowadays, I mostly just skim through the results of SmackDown and Monday Night Raw online. I'm not even planning to see WrestleMania 31, which will take place only 13 miles from where I live (I might entertain Super Bowl L though).
Speaking of Monday nights, I've grown impressed with that sitcom "How I Met Your Mother"--mostly because of Cristin Milioti, a former Broadway singer whom the show cast as "The Mother" (before she came on the show, I couldn't even stand watching it). After over eight years of red herrings, teasers, and rare sightings, Monday's episode centered only on her (the series even temporarily renamed itself to "How Your Mother Met Me"). I still don't find the jokes very funny, but the serious dramatic parts redeem the show IMHO.
Well, as part of a team luncheon I reluctantly returned to that Indian restaurant for the first time since that false accusation debacle. The waitress who accosted me wasn't there though.
Funny story...on that same morning as the Oscar nomination announcement, I listened in on a teleconference but then had trouble hanging up the phone. Despite pressing the off button and unplugging the thing, I could still hear voices coming from the receiver. Finally, I realized that I was inside of a dream (I had fallen asleep with the receiver still on my ear), and that I could only hang up the phone once I woke up.
Two mornings later, I awoke to the sight and sound of someone rummaging through my bathroom. When I shouted "Who's there!", a homeless man emerged and approached my bed with a rag and chloroform! Alarmed, I swung my fists wildly at him...and then realized I was punching nothing but air. Dang these freaking dreams, man. Good thing I was alone in the bed.
Well, Alfonso Cuarón's win of the DGA has motivated me to once again split Best Director and Best Picture in my Oscar predictions for 2013:
I'm still favoring "12 Years a Slave" for Best Picture even though it tied with "Gravity" for the PGA and lost to "American Hustle" for the SAG.
Woke up early again to watch the Oscar nominations announcement live. Whenever they announce each nominee, my mind races to deduce who got snubbed.
Once again, I managed to see every nominated film and acting performance before they were announced. I'm also improving in foreign language film as I managed to see three of the five nominees this time. I'd rank the 2013 Best Picture nominees as follows:
Contrastably, I've seen "Gravity" five times whereas I had trouble seeing "12 Years a Slave" even once (afterward I drove around listening to the radio to get the movie out of my head). Nevertheless, "12 Years a Slave" strikes me as the Best Picture frontrunner.
Perfect timing on that recent Simpsons episode where both spoilers and movie theater nuisances ruined a movie for Homer. After that holiday movie marathon I had, I felt like I needed a break from noisy kids. To my chagrin, parents nowadays even bring them to the really late showings and rated R films. Plus I began noticing an irritating new trend where parents encourage their kids to ask them questions during the movie. That's my cue to change seats. (Another cue for me to change seats: when someone near me can't sit still.)
I've even started getting annoyed when people talk during movie commercials, trailers, and end credits (though nowhere near as annoyed as that retired cop in the Cobb Grove 16 theater). Eventually I concluded that it's actually the shallowness and proximity of the conversations, not the timing, that I hate. Outside of the movie theater, I'd have the freedom to move until they're out of earshot. :)
Strangely, movie commercials don't bother me nearly as much as they do Homer. I figure that the commercials help keep movie theaters in business.
Well, I accidentally read another Game of Thrones spoiler thanks to Entertainment Weekly's "Best & Worst 2013" issue. One of the pages diagrammed all of the major TV deaths in 2013 (complete with red dots for gunshot wounds and icons for whatever killed each character). Had my eyes initially wandered onto characters from Breaking Bad or The Walking Dead (or shows I don't care about like Downton Abbey and Homeland), then I could've immediately turned the page without reading any further. But as luck would have it, my eyes happened to fixate directly onto a major (and fairly skewered) character from the one show that I'm still trying to avoid spoilers for! Maybe I should just give up. :P
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Music video | "#thatPOWER" Will.I.Am f/ Justin Bieber | "Came Back Haunted" Nine Inch Nails Honorable mention: "Ooh La La" Britney Spears |
TV series | "Breaking Bad" | "Dexter" |
Commercial | (tie) Oscar Mayer Deli Fresh clear pack commercial with the transparent grandfather, and GEICO commercial where Dikembe Mutombo happily blocks shots. | KFC Original Recipe Boneless commercial where some idiot thinks he ate the bones. |
Movie trailer | (tie) X-Men: Days of Future Past and Prisoners | (tie) InAPPropriate Comedy and Planes and The Lego Movie |
I think I finally got tired of screening early releases in San Francisco. According to my tally, I only saw three movies in San Francisco this year (down from nine last year).
I finally screened a movie in the new REGAL Cinema Art Santa Maria 10. Was basically the same as the old theater, but with less patrons. (Not much influx of new movies either--I've already seen 10 of the 12 movies that will be playing there on Christmas.)
That same day, I watched the second Hobbit movie over at the RPX theater and was dismayed by the High Frame Rate. It gave me a slight headache again. Last time I chance watching a Hobbit movie there (if I can help it).
I'm really starting to like my new Windows 7 interface. The windows remind me of Blu-ray cases (translucent at the top). When I minimize them, they automatically stack atop their corresponding application icons in the taskbar. If an application has an active process, a progress bar gradually eclipses the icon. I can also hover over an icon and jump straight to a window through its thumbnail.
R.I.P.
Someone finally died on "The Walking Dead" whom I'll actually miss. Meaning, I now have an answer to that question that keeps popping up: which Walking Dead character would you bring back? I found the death really senseless too, but maybe that was the whole point.
After Thanksgiving, my friends and I went inside the new Edwards Santa Maria Stadium 14 & RPX for the first time. We saw the second Hunger Games installment in RPX (regal premium experience). At first, the giant screen and stadium seating impressed me--until I noticed, on the next day, that a normally priced auditorium in this exact same theater looked virtually identical!
I haven't seen a movie in the new "REGAL Cinema Art Santa Maria 10" yet--but judging by the lack of cars in the parking lot, this theater might be in jeopardy. :P
Incidentally, during my drive to Santa Maria I had a terrible headache that made my stomach feel queasy. Almost felt like motion sickness. I grew worried when three naps and an ibuprofen didn't even help. Later when my friend suggested dehydration, I drank some water and my symptoms actually went away. Crazy. I guess all that sparkling apple cider I drank at Thanksgiving didn't hydrate me. :P
Guess I spoke too soon about seeing my last movie at Edwards Santa Maria 10. Starting Friday 11/22/2013, this theater became Regal Cinema Art Santa Maria 10 and devoted all 10 of its screens to art-house movies! Possibly the best news I've heard all year.
Wasn't impressed by the grand opening of Edwards Santa Maria Stadium 14 & RPX. Wasn't able to go inside without buying a ticket. They didn't even have any searchlights in the sky. :)
Geez Ciera, no one would've held it against if you had you refused to vote out your own mother. I didn't consider it a stab-in-the-back by any means, but I did consider it misguided. Now I have to eat crow because I never thought any castaway would even entertain voting out their own loved one. :P
Update 11/28/2013: Oddly enough, I found myself pulling for Ciera in this latest episode--probably because I dreaded what a downer it would be had she sacrificed her mother for nothing!
Update 12/5/2013: Ciera has now dismayed me for the third consecutive episode. She made all these sacrifices to build trust with the Galang alliance: voted for her own mother, ratted out her original allies, and shared her immunity clue (which is almost like an immunity necklace at this point in the game). Then in this latest tribal council, threw it all away and nearly voted herself out with a rock. The good news is that once she gets voted out and has to duel her mother, at least she won't have to vote out her out for a second time. :P
Update 12/12/2013: Wow, Ciera actually won immunity and won't have to duel her mother after all. I was really curious about whether her mother would have thrown the duel to save her (and whether Ciera would have asked her to). Guess we'll never know. Admittedly, I was surprised when Tina (who already won Survivor before) eliminated her own daughter.
Last Sunday, I walked into my favorite Indian restaurant and received one helluva shock. The waitress accused me of walking out on the bill! She said that last week, I lied that I had to get my debit card out of the car and then took off. I immediately countered that she had the wrong person because I never pay by debit card, that I'm a frequent customer whom her boss knows, and that I would never do anything like that. I also added "that's racist," when I found out that this guy she mistook me for was Asian (though afterward I didn't play any more race cards because maybe we really did look alike). When she still didn't seem convinced, I decided to just pay her the measly $10 as an act of good faith. A decision I regretted almost immediately. Because as I sat there eating, I began losing my appetite--stewing more and more over the realization that I had just appeased someone who in essence called me a liar and a thief. I was like one of those cartoon characters where the conscience whispers in one ear and the id whispers in the other: my conscience told me she made an honest mistake and to let it go; my id told me to try to get her fired.
So when it came time to pay again, I asked to see her boss instead. When she said he probably wouldn't come in for another 30 to 60 minutes, I replied that I'll wait for him. I declined calling him too, because I wanted to make sure he recognized me. I think she began to worry, because she started backpedaling that she believed me and that the $10 I paid was for today's meal. So I kept talking to her and didn't leave until I felt absolutely satisfied that my name was cleared.
Matter closed, right? Wrong. Two days later, it still gnawed at me. What was to stop her from accusing me again the next time I stepped foot there? Plus I never really got an apology. So this afternoon, I went back there for lunch.
Still no boss, but my accuser was there plus another waitress who knew I came there all the time. So I summoned them both together to corroborate that I was who I said I was. They both sort of laughed it off like, ha ha what a funny anecdote (my accuser even added that she had apologized (?)). :(
So anyway, I resolved not to pursue it anymore. Unfortunately, it's always going to be awkward seeing that waitress again. The whole time I sat there this afternoon, I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. :P
Recently, I screened a movie in the newly renovated Embarcadero Center Cinema. They have recliner seats now that basically let you watch the entire film on your back. I liked it, but had a hard time reserving a good seat.
I also rented a DVD from one of the last remaining video stores in California. (Unsurprisingly, Blockbuster recently announced that they won't have any more stores in the U.S.)
It occurred to me that fittingly, "The World's End" will likely go down as the last movie I ever screened at Edwards Santa Maria 10. (I can't imagine how this theater could possibly compete with the Santa Maria Town Center stadium seating one opening on Thursday evening, November 21.) Not that I'll miss Edwards Santa Maria 10. I have no sentimental attachment to that theater whatsoever.
My two cents on some TV that aired recently:
I also suspect that Ender will never feel truly happy, and suffer from tremendous boredom. Though I did envy and admire his deep emotional bond with Valentine. I considered her devotion to him one of the book's highlights (another highlight for me: the whole part where Ender had to keep watching his back when Bonzo conspired to kill him).
Plot-wise, the book left me unsatisfied because I felt like Ender had not built any worthwhile human connections (which I consider important to good drama). At a minimum, I expected some kind of apology from Graff (instead of just cutting ties with Ender after he no longer had a use for him). Also, I felt that the climax could have been way more suspenseful had the author had only approached it differently. Rating: 8
Recently while looking through my recordings of last year's London Olympics telecast, I made a special effort to erase anything related to "Blade Runner" Oscar Pistorius. The guy totally sickens me now. Even if I believed that outrage of a defense that he mistook his girlfriend for a burglar, who fires shots through a bathroom door without even verifying whether it's your loved one??
If I could easily erase my recordings of WWE wrestler Chris Benoit, I would do that as well. He won one of my favorite Royal Rumble Matches of all time--but then killed his whole family and ruined my enjoyment of that match forever. I also blogged a photograph of myself shaking his hand during a meet & greet--needless to say, I took that image down pretty quick.
I'm really puzzled by the walking regiment of this tan dog at my apartment complex. It has a collar and looks like some kind of terrier. It walks with purpose, eyes straight ahead, undistracted by things like me or the neighborhood cat. It walks non-stop along the perimeter of my parking lot, continues across the main gate, and passes by from the other side of the fence (where the homeless people used to camp). That's a helluva distance. Then another day or so later, it inexplicably repeats this routine.
After roughly six years of construction at the Santa Maria Town Center mall, the Edwards Santa Maria Town Center Stadium 14 & RPX is finally scheduled to open on November 22, 2013. In addition to stadium seating and digital projection, it looks like they'll have an RPX (Regal Premium Experience) theater...whatever that is.
After enjoying "Gravity" in IMAX, I shelled out some more money to watch it in D-BOX too. Needless to say, the seat didn't spin me around or make me feel weightless (probably for the best given how nauseated I felt during my real-life zero gravity flight). It more or less teetered like a waterbed (when the action wasn't crazy). Interestingly, I could actually feel Sandra Bullock's heartbeat sometimes. Wouldn't that be cool, if Motion Effects Seating got to the point where you could feel certain things whether or not they were triggered by specific onscreen cues? For example, I should still be able to feel random debris hitting the hull even if that's outside of the camera's purview.
Awesome "Breaking Bad" series finale. We got to see "Heisenberg" terrorize the Schwartzes, and I loved every minute of it. He really owned those guys, haha. As an added bonus, Walt finally 'fessed up and confirmed precisely what I had said about him.
Update 10/2/2013: One thing I would have added to the series finale: a couple more scenes where Skyler a) bargains with the DEA, and b) reacts to the trust fund. Because the monetary value and the Schwartzes' insistence would probably make her really suspicious. I actually came to the conclusion that Skyler's intelligence indeed rivals Walt's--because as smart as Walt is, he does the dumbest things sometimes. I also don't share fans' overwhelming hatred toward Skyler--most likely because of my foreknowledge that her misgivings come true in a big, big way.
While screening my DVR footage of the "Breaking Bad" marathon, I began fast-forwarding through anything related to Jesse, Skyler, Hank, Marie, Mike, and the Cousins. Walt intrigues me the most even though I keep shaking my head at his poor choices. I began seeing his crusade to provide for his family as an excuse; a lie he tells himself in order to break bad. Because man, I look at how euphoric and virile he gets after he's done major bad...and it's "crystal" clear to me that he enjoys it. That's actually how I originally pictured the end to this series: a scene where Hank or some judge asks Walt whether he felt any shame for what he did, and him replying that he's never had more fun in his life.
My new predictions on how the series will end: For starters, I imagine we'll get a flashback about why Walt left Gray Matter Technologies--because I searched the Web and it's still a big mystery. Then...
Ultimately I considered that Walt might just kill himself with the ricin cigarette. But nah, I'm thinking he'll flip off the whole world (a la Homer Simpson in the sinkhole) and go out in a hail of bullets. :)
Haha, I enjoyed the reactions to Walt's newly shaved head. Flynn called him "badass" and Jesse said he looked like Lex Luthor.
Speaking of series finales: not only did I hate the final episode of "Dexter", it gave me a nightmare too--about my phobia of sinking into darkness. To see how I would have ended the series, scroll to the bottom of my "Dexter" season 8 review.
That "Survivor: Blood vs. Water" premiere turned out more interesting than I originally anticipated. Instead of the friendly competition that the returning players and their loved ones kept teasing (ad nauseam), I began to realize what a liability their bonds posed. Cases in point:
P.S. How in the world did Colton survive that first vote?!
Update 10/3/2013: This Tadhana tribe has no mercy. First they tried to weaken the other tribe by baiting Tyson with his own girlfriend. Then they exiled John to Redemption Island knowing full well that he'll have to duel his own wife! Das cold. P.S. Colton's decision to quit inspired me to revisit the "worst Survivor player ever" debate.
What a gut-wrenching "Breaking Bad" episode last night. It perturbed me so much that afterward, I watched "Dexter" in a daze. Then that night I had trouble falling sleep, and today I had trouble concentrating at work. The pure, unadulterated despair on Walt's face as he lay there in the dirt haunted me the most. The fact that he'll have to live with this for the rest of his life (not that he has anything left to live for), and can never redeem himself. I know I should hate the guy but man, I can't help feeling sorry for him.
I might be too depressed to ever catch up on any past episodes now. Instead of escapist fun, my brain will likely keep perceiving this show as a cautionary tale about why crime isn't cool. :(
This Serena Williams keeps feeding my superstitions. I tuned into the U.S. Open women's final in time to see Serena blow a huge second set lead against Azarenka, leading me to immediately turn off the TV. Later on when I tuned back in, I saw that Serena had mounted a commanding third set lead. This latest win now places her one Grand Slam title away from tying both Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova. It also appeases my own personal neurosis by levelling three of her Grand Slam singles totals: five Australian Opens, five Wimbledons, and now five US Opens. So going forward, she just needs three more French Opens to make it an even 20. :)
Later that Sunday, I caught an insane episode of "Breaking Bad". In the past I've never been a fan of this series...but man, I am now. I'm on the edge of my seat wondering what will happen next.
Is it bizarro that I like this Walter White character (and hate anyone who dares to humiliate him)? Maybe I haven't seen enough episodes or maybe it's the ethical egoist in me, but his greed and hubristic pride don't bother me nearly as much as his "altruism" toward Jesse (whom I consider an ingrate, a liability, and a junkie whom Walt should have given up on a long time ago). Admittedly, I try not to fault Walt's critics...unless they're self-righteous or rushed to judgment (or took his hard-earned drug money). One thing would turn me against Walt though: if Marie became a widow because of him--so get out of that shootout alive, Hank! :)
The concert purposely celebrated Verdi and Wagner, two of the most influential composers of operas of the nineteenth century. Meh. :) Also to my disappointment, the setlist wandered from operas to Broadway musicals like "West Side Story" (a waste of their vocal gifts, if you ask me).
Regarding my seat in the pit, a few things bugged me that I tried to ignore: a) the floor's crinkling sound, b) a pesky bug that kept crawling in my hair, and c) a guy to my right who seemed to be texting. If he texted during "Riddick" that would be one thing--but to text during Plácido Domingo?? Sacrilege! :(
Funny how after the intermission, Domingo explained a German scene to us as if we understood what the heck he was talking about. Also funny that during the encores, Domingo invited the audience to sing "Bésame Mucho" and "No Escudar" (sp?) as if we knew what the heck the lyrics were. :D
Side note: Couldn't figure out why this Micaëla Oeste paused the concert with a fish-like hand gesture--an issue with a teleprompter or the noise from a passing train, perhaps? Rating: 7FYI, here was the setlist:
1-3. Richard Wagner (1813-1883) Prelude to Die Meistersinger von NürnbergTo my dismay, some burglar tried to break into my Dad's house through the kitchen window. The screen had been cut through and dislodged, but the police deduced that a curtain rod/wind chime bell fell off and scared the burglar off. Nothing was taken or ransacked, but still--not a good feeling that a burglar could be hiding in that house whenever I come to visit.
I've seen some relatively interesting developments near the IBM lobby: a raccoon family raiding the cats' feeding spots....the black-striped cat dissing a newcomer cat (this one had similarly black stripes on its legs but with tan fur on its back) by hiding in a bush as it approached...but never have I seen a development as interesting as the other night's. To my surprise, a skunk was sniffing around the cats' favorite hangout...unaware that around the corner, the gray (?) cat was slowly advancing toward it! I gaped powerlessly at this ignorant cat, unable to look away as the skunk recoiled and raised its tail in a kung fu pose. Fortunately, it looked like the skunk missed (judging by the aim of its butt, I probably would've gotten the shot had that window not separated us). In any case, the cat darted out of there like a lightning bolt.
I once saw a Jackass episode where Johnny Knoxville got sprayed by a skunk, and if I remember correctly he needed paint to get the stink off. They also tested personal self-defense weapons one time, and the guy they tested on concluded that pepper spray hurt him the most. So believe it or not, sometimes that show was educational. :)
The only Seattle's Best Coffee in all of northern California closes today. Ordinarily, this would have made my worst of the year list--but looking back on 2013, I doubt it will even crack the top five. Business-wise, the Fremont Theatre can't be far behind...ever since they agreed to a new lease to the end of February 2014, that place has looked more dead than ever. I also saw it as a bad sign that Best Buy did not carry the newly released WWE DVD I was looking for. I had to drive all the way to FYE instead.
After some internal debate, I decided to salvage my old letterman jacket from my Dad's house. I skipped dry-cleaning it because they wouldn't even take it until I removed all the pins. I imagine most people would find sentimental value in their jackets...but not me. Not only did I hate my stint on the varsity tennis team, I pretty much disliked all of high school in general. Although I wouldn't go so far as to call it a "living hell"...I would go so far as to call it a "purgatory". :) I met the rudest people there, and always felt stressed out (which for better or for worse, did prime me for the real world).
When I stopped by the lab last weekend, that black-striped cat (from my previous blog) meowed urgently at me from its new hangout near the lobby...making me think that it didn't know its food and water bowls had moved to a bush around the corner. So I tried pointing toward the new spot, but the cat didn't understand. I tried to get it to follow me, but it wouldn't move. When I walked toward it, it shied away. So finally I went and fetched the food bowl (which was covered in ants that started crawling onto my hand). Then when it finished eating, I took the food bowl back and raised it over my head to show where I was putting it.
Looking back, I now think the cat knew the bowls' location all along...because later in the week, I saw it creeping over there before eventually returning back to the lobby. So maybe someone by the lobby fed it a tasty treat or something that it wanted more of. The way I see it, this once adventurous cat no longer has a life (says the guy who works in an office job five days a week). It just loiters there by the lobby.
In other news, thanks to a new wet/dry recycling program at my workplace, our printer room stinks like rotting garbage. I actually think I'm getting used to the stench though. :(
Sometimes I like watching videos from that Distraction category on CNN.com. For example, Cat hates ThunderShirt. Even though they don't consider it news, for me it beats all the death, murder, and depravity that fills the headlines ad nauseam.
Speaking of distractions, I've been observing two stray cats at my IBM lab for quite awhile now, one gray and one black-striped. They don't seem to get along as I once caught the gray one sneaking up on the black-striped one, and freezing in place every time the black-striped one turned around. I also heard them catfighting inside of a bush one time.
I considered naming the black-striped one "Catniss" because it always looks hungry and likes to nap in the exact same thicket around 5-6pm each day. But after thinking about it, "Scaredy Cat" seemed like a better fit. :)
While getting the lining of my wheel well repaired, I watched an entire episode of "The Price Is Right" in the waiting room. Heh...if I ever competed on that show, I might go down as the worst contestant ever. From the "Come on down!" to the chance of winning a new car, my lack of excitement would probably confuse the viewing audience.
Last weekend, I rode a train from San Jose to San Luis Obispo for the first time...the Amtrack Coast Starlight. It took roughly five hours but had a few highlights:
Afterward, I rode a bus to Santa Maria and walked home from IHOP.
The mission to sell my Dad's car tested my coolheadedness. To my dismay, the car failed to start (not even an ignition noise), even though its electrical power seemed fine during my previous visit. After roadside assistance jump-started it and left, the car stalled halfway up the street and I had to jump out and push it to the nearest curb. Fortunately, there was an auto shop open on Sunday that the car could be towed to. Once they replaced the dead battery, the car worked fine again. (Mechanic's lesson of the day: a car's fuel injection system needs electricity to work.)
Interesting. When I mentioned at work that my Dad (stubborn to the end) refused an ambulance during his heart attack, they said it sounded like something I would do as well. What? I may have my pride, but I wouldn't die for it. :P I also wouldn't pinch pennies when it comes to my life either.
One thing that haunts me: my Dad always had low cholesterol and seemed to eat healthy--given that he had a heart attack anyway, what chance do I have later in life. :(
My Dad left behind a 1987 Toyota Camry, a car I always resented because he wouldn't let my Mom and me drive it when I was growing up. Now it's old and out-of-date, e.g., no airbags and still uses cassette tapes--in retrospect, hardly worth slighting one's family for.
During this Wimbledon tournament where all kinds of top seeds got eliminated in the early rounds (I guess tennis fans had griped about Federer vs. Nadal in the quarterfinals for nothing), I made a mental note to discuss it with my Dad; but then realized I couldn't do that anymore.
I have to admit, I respected how my Dad clung to life. His heart kept beating on its own, and his brain seemed perfectly lucid. That's what made all those life and death decisions about him (like a DNR) so agonizing. (Well, that and the way the doctors kept raising our hopes one day only to dash them in the next.) By the end of all that suffering, I actually felt relief that my Dad had finally found peace.
By the way, that West Coast blackout hit the hospital but only brought down non-essential systems like terminals and outlets. I didn't realize the extent of the blackout until we drove home to a pitch black house.
Also found it curious that anytime a new baby was born in that hospital, a lullaby played over the intercom.
I finally go back to work on July 8. I've been away since June 20, and have started feeling anxiety. :P
My Dad passed away on Tuesday. He toughed out a rough few days after his heart attack long enough for our family to say our goodbyes to him.
In preparation of his death, he personalized a passage from Coffinman to convey the following message to those he left behind:
There's nothing I regret as I take my leave.
I've lived a full life, in fact, more than I deserve.
Thank you, thank you all for making my stay on this earth such an enjoyable, happy, and fulfilling one
My hope is that Namoamidabutsu will be an important part of your life for I sincerely believe that this is the greatest gift one can ever receive.
I also wrote the following obituary for the Santa Maria Times:
TADASHI "TAD" AOKI Tad was born on 11/4/1926 in Reedley, California to parents Kanichi and Yachiyo Aoki. Tad passed away on June 25, 2013 surrounded by his close family. Tad graduated Reedley College, served as an infantryman at Fort Lewis, Washington until 1950, graduated UCLA in 1956, taught high school and collegiate business in Santa Maria for 30 and 45 years, respectively, and worked part-time for Maguire Investments for over 40 years. He married Michi Aoki in 1960 and raised four children. He also devoted over 50 years to the Guadalupe Buddhist Church. Tad was preceded in death by his parents Kanichi and Yachiyo Aoki and wife Michi Aoki. He is survived by daughters Naomi Choquette of Mililani, Hawaii, June Trachsel of Pacific Grove. Sons Stanley and Steven Aoki of San Jose. Grandchildren Nathan, Kelsi and Jarad Choquette of Mililani, Hawaii and Corinne Trachsel of Pacific Grove. Sisters Yosh Ishibashi of Los Angeles, Atsuko Judge of San Francisco. Brothers Hitoshi and Kiyoshi of Reedley. Viewing services will be held on Saturday, June 29, 2013 from 2:00 P.M. to 4:30 P.M. at Dudley-Hoffman Mortuary. Memorial services will be held on Sunday, June 30, 2013 at 10:00 A.M. at the Guadalupe Buddhist Temple. Arrangements are under the direction of Dudley-Hoffman Mortuary, Crematory and Memory Gardens. |
Upon reflection, my parents always reminded me of that Giving Tree (from my favorite childhood book of the same name). The tree selflessly gave and gave pieces of itself to the growing boy and even after it became a stump, the tree was happy.
Stingy as my Dad was, he always provided for us and ultimately made us into responsible adults.
I will miss him and just want to say, Thanks for everything, Dad.
The main event of WWE Payback...not the best Three Stages of Hell Match I've seen, but definitely better than the last one I personally attended. (Possibly because now those new breaks between the stages help prevent quick victories.) I liked the spots when the lumberjacks fell, when the ring steps broke tables, and when the ambulance got dismantled. The ending totally confused me. From my seat, I could see John Cena deliver an AA on top of the ambulance--then next thing I knew, the ring bell sounded. Later on the TitanTron replay, I gleaned that Ryback had inexplicably crashed through the roof.
"Ryback ROOOOOLS!"
"The CHAMP is HERRRE!"
Stage 1: Lumberjack Match
Stage 2: Tables Match
Stage 3: Ambulance Match
Historically, I always saw Twin Peaks as a community blind to Laura Palmer's suffering. But as I watched this movie again, I realized that she did have positive relationships (including people reaching out to her)--just not the positive relationship that mattered most, i.e., the one with her father. That's what made that one solitary scene between them, where his true self briefly emerged, so heartwrenching. I also liked that theme of Laura (justifiably) feeling like the angels had forsaken her.
Chris Isaak and Kiefer Sutherland made an entertaining onscreen duo, IMHO. I think they'd make a great spin-off. Side note: The interior of the Double R Diner much more wooden than I remembered--it must have been remodeled before my visit. Rating: 9
Congratulations to Rafael Nadal on his unprecedented eighth French Open title, making him the first man to win the same Grand Slam title eight times. Crazy seeing that protester storm the court with a flare. Hehe, after Usain Bolt presented the trophy, John McEnroe asked Nadal what he thought of the "crazy idiot" on the court. Nadal replied, "Usain?"
Also congratulations to Serena Williams for finally winning that second French Open title after 11 years! I'm glad she didn't fall on her back in celebration this time (I always worry she'll hit her head). It surprised me that the French audience rooted for her, and surprised me even more when she delivered her victory speech in French! (I guess she had 11 years to practice it.)
Man, Maria Sharapova had a look on her face like she'd lost her best friend. The neurotic in me kinda doesn't want her to win another Grand Slam title because that would throw off her perfectly even, "minimalist" Career Grand Slam.
Looks like Apolo Anton Ohno retired from speed skating. :( He's going to the 2014 Sochi Olympics as a correspondent for NBC (and recently hosted "Minute to Win It" for the Game Show Network). Not that I can blame him for staying away from U.S. Speedskating, given all the recent scandal there.
If I had to name my favorite car chase in movie history, I'd end up with a three-way tie. In other words, I can think of three car chases so insanely good that I can't decide which one I like the best:
"The Matrix Reloaded" (2003) Every time I watch this mindbending tour de force, it specifically makes me think of U.S. Highway 101. Eventually I discovered why: it turns out the film crew used a real-life US 101 freeway sign on an otherwise fake freeway. They built the entire freeway from scratch--then dismantled it after about three months--just to shoot roughly ~15 minutes worth of action! What an awesome ~15 minutes of action though. |
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"The Bourne Supremacy" (2004) A white knuckle thrill ride through Moscow that felt as much like a demolition derby as it did a high-speed chase. I loved the soundtrack during this sequence so much that I used to play it in my Corolla (while driving responsibly, of course). |
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"Fast Five" (2011) Initially, the trailer made it look like two muscle cars would simply drag a vault around with the police in hot pursuit. So when they went medieval with that thing and wreaked havoc all over Rio de Janeiro, my jaw dropped. After screening this movie in D-BOX--which made my seat quake whenever the vault tumbled across the ground--I came back the very next day just to relive the experience. Then about five months later during IMAX Big Movie Week, I re-watched the action without motion effects and still enjoyed every pulse-pounding second. |
Hehe, saw a devilishly clever bumper sticker that simply read: "fredo deserved it".
I read that Jack Bauer will return next summer for a 12-episode limited series, "24: Live Another Day". It'll take place years after the original series finale and skip hours here and there. (That makes more sense to me as I always found it unrealistic how Jack never once got stuck in L.A. traffic.) Here's hoping they tie up that loose end between Jack and Audrey.
Kudos to Cochran for a well-deserved Survivor victory! A kindred spirit in that he struck me as introverted (judging by his lack of close personal connections with jurors), unassuming, and fond of big words. One really big exception though: I wouldn't be crazy enough to play Survivor. Granted, I would enjoy the part where I vote out enemies...but not the inevitable part where I'd have to vote out friends. I'd also hate the cold, starvation, and total lack of privacy. :)
In regard to Boston Rob's new rulebook, I think I'd identify more with Cochran's rules based on the great points he made about timing and voting people out preemptively. My own Survivor rules would look more like this:
Next season = Survivor: Blood vs. Water? Probably not as interesting as it sounds, as I can't imagine anyone voting out their own family member or spouse. Ugh...I would cringe if they brought Brandon back.
Compiled a new list of coming attractions on my radar:
Just wishful thinking, but I think Identity Crisis would make an awesome Justice League movie. It's a whodunit about a terrorist who knows the superheroes' secret identities, and goes after their loved ones. Also explores some past ethical compromises within the Justice League itself.
Saw another movie on my "famous classic films I've never seen" checklist, "The Graduate". It played for one night in theaters, so I got to see it in widescreen format (I vaguely remembered a film critic using this film as an example of why moviegoers should stick to letterboxing rather than full-screen/pan-and-scan).I still have two other Dustin Hoffman films on my checklist: "Midnight Cowboy" and "All the President's Men". I also resolved to see at least one Marilyn Monroe film and James Dean film.
Incidentally, one of the more recent Simpsons episodes reminded me that I still have "A Streetcar Named Desire" on my checklist...despite my disappointment with "On the Waterfront". (Other classic films I found overrated: "The Searchers", "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly", "Casablanca", and most of all "Sunset Boulevard".)
Michael Shannon Reads the Insane Delta Gamma Sorority Letter. Man das funny. This is precisely why I save my flame e-mails in draft mode instead of sending them, so I can tone them down once I've cooled off. If I had kids, I'd give them that same advice--and while I'm at it, warn them against phishing, catfishing, and taking pictures that could leak online. I wonder if parents nowadays even think of that stuff.
A week passed since my last blog and I have to say, I'm really impressed with U.S. counterterrorism. Not just because both Boston Marathon bombing fugitives have been taken down, but because the Feds managed to arrest someone for the ricin letters too! Makes me wish they could spare someone to help catch the perps who keep sabotaging the phone and network lines in our area...
Update 4/22/2013: Wow. Feds charged the Boston Marathon bombing suspect with using a weapon of mass destruction, the equivalent of detonating a nuke or using airplanes as missiles. Minimum sentence = life imprisonment without parole. For a teenager who still has his whole life ahead of him, I'm thinking that punishment might be worse than death.
After attending the last seven WrestleManias, I was relieved to finally break the streak and watch WrestleMania on TV this year. No more stress of securing a ticket; no more worrying about its authenticity and the actual location of the seat (for example, behind a pillar); and no more fatigue heading back to my hotel.
Admittedly, WrestleMania 29 exceeded my expectations--particularly the Undertaker streak match against CM Punk. I enjoyed Triple H vs. Brock Lesnar and John Cena vs. The Rock as well.
In other news, I finally finished reading Game of Thrones. Unfortunately, I still have to avert my eyes from Internet, magazine, and even billboard spoilers for season 3 of the HBO series. I also have to avoid associating names to faces as well, lest that spoil who survived the second book. (I haven't been entirely successful.)
Some smart aleck in Entertainment Weekly spoiled the twists in "Citizen Kane" and "Empire Strikes Back", quipping how oversensitive people have gotten to spoilers for TV shows and movies that have long been out. Dude, I don't care how old the TV series or movie is. If somebody hasn't seen it, then it's still a spoiler!
I like this director--anytime I watch his characters, I find myself unable to nitpick any of their choices. In particular, whenever they resort to something cringeworthy, I feel like that they weighed or exhausted every possible alternative first. Side note: I half-expected the director to impart all 464 sins on the nuns' checklist. :) Rating: 7
Ultimately when I finally made it through all 807 pages, I was left asking: what progress did any of the characters make ? In particular, I felt like that that dense main character, Eddard Stark, had wasted my time the most. At the very least, spread the results of your murder investigation! I seriously wish the guy had just stayed home. (Also knew from the get-go that he shouldn't trust Littlefinger or Lord Baelish or Petyr or whatever his name is.)
In conclusion, I have to praise this author's flair for writing great villains, e.g., Viserys and Joffrey. I loved hating Viserys so much that I kinda hoped that he had survived his "crowning". Rating: 7
Finally visited New York's IFC Center, the theater where for some reason limited releases tend to start from. Pretty small place. As fate would have it, I screened a documentary there that matched the name of my blog.
Lots of emotion at the WWE Hall of Fame 2013 Induction Ceremony in Madison Square Garden. Mick Foley opened the night and as I expected, delivered a great speech. At one point, he literally dropped an elbow on Chris Jericho and pinned him for a 1-2-3 count from CM Punk. Hopefully Foley will make it onto Tuesday's broadcast. Other occurrences worth noting:
A lot warmer in New York today. I finally got to visit the 9/11 Memorial that opened on September 11, 2011. As a tribute to all of the World Trade Center victims (including the 2/26/1993 bombing), 2983 names were arranged by affiliation (a.k.a. "meaningful adjacencies") and inscribed into bronze parapets surrounding each footprint of the Twin Towers. Inside the footprints themselves, I could see pools with majestic waterfalls on each side and a big square drain at the bottom.
Good thing I reserved a whole afternoon for the visit. First I had to wait in line at the 9/11 Memorial Preview Site to get a free visitor pass (next time I'll know to just print one from 911memorial.org); then I had to wait in line for a security screening.
It was all worth the wait though, to see those twin Memorial pools. (Though personally, I almost wish they had a sign that said "please don't smile when you pose for pictures here".)
I noticed a brand-new visitor center too. But I breezed through there as it made me kinda uncomfortable seeing 9/11 memorabilia like T-shirts, mugs, postcards, and keychains. :(
The 9/11 Memorial Museum was still under construction, so I guess I'll have to come back on a later date. I'll have to see that Survivor Tree I overlooked too.
Nippy here in New York. While reading Game of Thrones as my plane flew through choppy air, I think I got airsick. Even after a long nap at Holiday Inn, my headache persisted (last time that happened: my zero gravity flight).
I've seen "Stomp" twice before, but this marks the first time that I've caught it in New York. The interior of the Orpheum Theatre looked really narrow, and fences covered with junk lined the walls.
This time an Asian took on the comic relief role, i.e., the "odd man out" whom the other dancers pick on. I only mention that because had I not seen the show before, I might've misconstrued their behavior as racist. :)
I still like the musical number with the clapping/slapping/tapping/snapping/shuffling the best. Also enjoyed some theatrics that I didn't recall seeing before, e.g., segments with shopping carts, newspapers, and giant inner tubes. Side note: I wonder if that malfunctioning shopping cart and lighter were really part of the act? Rating: 10
While researching whether Apolo Anton Ohno made up his mind yet on whether to compete at the next Winter Olympics, I came across a slew of mind-blowing short track speed skating news:
Also, I think Lee Jung-Su (the two time gold medalist for South Korea at the 2010 Olympics) might be eligible for the next Olympics. Awhile ago he received a three-year ban for faking an injury for his coach so that a teammate could win a World Championship medal.
Character-wise, I liked Saoirse Ronan as the glow-eyed Wanda and got annoyed by Melanie Stryder's constant voiceover nagging. I kinda wished that the writers could just invent some plot device to expel Melanie to a different body. :) (By the way, I didn't expect to see William Hurt in the film...that guy's cool.)
In general, I like Andrew Niccol's films (he wrote my favorite movie of all-time), and don't get why his last two movies have gotten panned so badly. Rating: 7
While skimming through some Ticketmaster spam, something interesting caught my eye: "Mick Foley - Tales from Wrestling Past" a.k.a. Mick Foley's stand-up comedy act, happening that very night! From then on, all the stars seemed to align--I bought a ticket, made it to San Francisco in decent time despite a late start and traffic, found a perfect parking spot (an achievement in itself), and breezed into a packed club just minutes before the opening act started.
I wouldn't have minded missing that opening act though. Crude, raunchy, and racist. Which was odd because I could've sworn seeing "All ages with parent" in the show heading. Turns out I was right. When Mick Foley came out, he scolded the comedian for using such foul language with children (!) sitting right there in the audience! Yikes.
Comedy-wise, I found Foley as entertaining and well-spoken as ever. (Why he spent his whole life dedicated to the grind of pro-wrestling, I'll never fully reconcile.) It pleased me to see how much his speaking style resembled his writing style, i.e., digressing into extraordinarily long tangents but somehow snapping back to his original point. It helped prove to me that a) he wrote his own books as opposed to a ghost writer, and b) all those chair shots to the head didn't ruin his short-term memory.
He also showed his impromptu speaking chops by fielding random audience questions and injecting humor into his answers. To my surprise, the audience asked a lot of good questions that led to a lot of great insights. For example, he explained...
The highlight of the night for me: Foley's anecdote about the horrors of rooming with Diamond Dallas Page, and the pranks Foley and Steve Austin pulled as a result.
After the show, I left without waiting around for Foley's meet-and-greet. (I already met him at WrestleMania Axxess and am going to see him again at Madison Square Garden in two weeks.)
My thoughts on last night's "Survivor: Caramoan" episode where Brandon Hantz melted down, in no particular order:
White House tours cancelled for the remainder of the fiscal year? Not such a big loss, if you ask me. It's just a walkthrough of a bunch of antique rooms. It's not like you get to see the Oval Office or anything.
Hmm...also read that due to the havoc wreaked by Hurricane Sandy, both Liberty Island and Ellis Island are still closed until further notice. Good thing I had no plans to revisit the Statue of Liberty during my New York vacation.
Although the film would probably frighten little kids, I felt it had good positive messages against killing and womanizing (making a witch who's allergic to water cry...ouch). Rating: 7
Haha, I liked the Miami Heat and Simpsons renditions of the Harlem Shake meme (wherein bystanders act oblivious to a single dancing person, and then suddenly everybody breaks loose). Wouldn't it be cool if say, The Walking Dead did one wherein the cast members, engrossed in their usual drama, ignored a dancing zombie (or maybe a dancing hitchhiker)? :)
Nowadays out of all the social networking trends, I think I might dislike hate-watching the most. That's when people purposely watch TV they hate so they can complain about it on the Internet. Pro-wrestling, in particular, seems to attract a lot of overblown backlash.
Take WrestleMania, for example. Fans seem genuinely outraged that The Rock will face John Cena in a rematch after WWE had billed last year's match as Once in a Lifetime. Similarly, WWE billed last year's Undertaker vs. Triple H match as End of an Era even though they're both competing again this year. Finally, WWE billed WrestleMania XXV as the 25th Anniversary of WrestleMania even though technically it was the 24th anniversary.
Man, they're just taglines people. If they bother you so much then stop watching!
Admittedly, I do get uptight about netiquette sometimes. Like I don't even like getting instant-messaged OK instead of Ok. :)
While gazing at this Oscar poster, I got really stumped on the statuette for 2007. I kept racking my brain for a Best Picture winner that had a woman with a vacuum cleaner in it. :( Also had to jog my memory on the girl in red. I still consider "Schindler's List" the most profound movie ever to win Best Picture--so when films like "Shakespeare in Love" win too, I consider that a shame.
Scored four out of six in last night's Oscar show. But I have no complaints, given how unpredictable the races for supporting actor and director got. And I felt that Ang Lee certainly earned that win.
Although I cringed every time host Seth MacFarlane opened his mouth to say something, his humor actually felt toned down. Nowhere near as offensive as "Family Guy", if you ask me.
As for the Oscar speeches that the orchestra interrupted with the Jaws theme, I hope they had instructions not to play that during any emotional heartfelt speeches!
Man, sometimes those free previews on my On Demand menu work pretty well on me. After previewing a few minutes of a twisted Brittany Snow movie, I ended up ordering the whole thing to see what would happen next. I also blame those free Showtime season premieres for first hooking me on "Dexter".
Oddly, CNN.com teased a gruesome surprise for Batman #17 wherein the Joker unveiled a foreboding silver platter to Batman. Took me a long time to find spoilers to it, and...meh, anticlimactic. :P
In contrast, last night's "Walking Dead" episode "Home" certainly did not disappoint. I was like, What happened?! (because my attention had lapsed) and then It's on now!. That's why a DVR comes in handy. (I also reach for the remote during "Talking Dead" anytime they discuss the comic book, which unfortunately happens a lot.)
On a side note, I'm certain I would suck at Fear Factor-type competition. The challenge could be "eat an Almond Joy" and I'd lose. :)
...Francesca Hogi. Not just because that "Survivor: Caramoan" premiere marked the second time she got voted out in the very first tribal council (a Survivor first), but because I looked at that tribe of hers and concluded that it had the worst Survivor players of all-time on it! :(
Before that tribal council, I had her tribemate Brandon Hantz pegged as the worst for blowing a spot in the "Survivor: South Pacific" final five when he inexplicably volunteered to give up his immunity idol.
Halfway through Super Bowl XLVII, I gave up on the San Francisco 49ers and started driving back to San Jose with my car radio turned up. Talk about a turn of events. First the announcers kept talking about a power outage; then to my astonishment, the 49ers managed to catch up! I ended up watching the last five minutes or so in a pizzeria by the highway.
I actually didn't care about the "holding" no-call at the end. The way I see it, the 49ers blew so many scoring opportunities throughout the game that they can only blame themselves for coming up short.
On the bright side, I learned that Michael Oher from that "Blind Side" film played in that game for the Baltimore Ravens. Both his adoptive family and Sandra Bullock rooted for him from the stands!
Hmm...I read that after the 49ers' 2013 NFL season, Candlestick Park will be demolished.
After 70 years of business, it appears that the Historic Fremont Theatre of San Luis Obispo has closed! I first noticed it while passing through the city, and then confirmed it on Facebook. Something about an expiring lease.
I fondly remember screening "Star Trek: First Contact" there with my fellow Cal Poly'ers. Contrary to the blogs where I bitterly complain, I actually enjoy watching movies in an excited crowd atmosphere. And that movie, in particular, really lent itself to some fun mark-out moments.
More recently, I enjoyed watching new releases like "Star Trek", "Inception", "Harry Potter", "The Hunger Games", and "The Dark Knight Rises" there, and felt that the movies went best with a feast of sliders and Pepsi at Margie's Diner.
Update 2/12/2013: Guess I eulogized the Fremont prematurely. Apparently they reached a new agreement and will re-open the Fremont this Thursday. :P
Meanwhile at the Santa Maria Town Center Mall, construction of a new 14-screen Edwards Regal Cinemas seems to have picked up. The sign indicated that it would open in Fall 2013.
Looking forward, I might not renew my discount card for the Camera Cinemas. Although it reduces the ticket price to $6, it can't be used on Saturday night--nor do I dare come on Senior Tuesdays and Student Wednesdays. On Thursdays as of 2013, I've started watching special 10:00pm new release screenings at AMC or Cinemark theaters instead. The Sony Digital Cinema 4K that used to make Camera Cinemas unique? Now most theaters I know project in digital.
The patrons at Camera 7 Pruneyard, in particular, seems to have gotten more obnoxious. I finally got fed up with the thinness of the walls too, when I could hear loud vacuuming during a couple of key numbers in "Les Misérables"! (Previous nuisances: the sounds of the club next door and/or another movie playing nearby.) I think that's the straw that broke the camel's back. My discovery that their concession stand began serving Coke instead of Pepsi didn't help either (is Pepsi going out of business?). :P
Final movie news: now that "Argo" has swept the DGA, PGA, SAG, and Golden Globes (despite the Ben Affleck Oscar snub!), I've finalized my Oscar predictions for 2012:
The third season of "The Walking Dead" continues on February 10. Hopefully they won't kill off any of the characters I care about (and hopefully Michonne will learn to disseminate vital information better). I had this theory about why I and my fellow Walking Dead fans kept forgetting characters' names: maybe it's our defense mechanism so that we don't get too attached to anybody. :P
Last month, the Parents Television Council protested that the show needed a stronger rating than TV 14. Man, I totally agree. This series has showed so much blood and violence and gore (and swearing) that I've always assumed it was rated MA.
Update 2/11/2013: Noticed "TV MA" in the corner of last night's new episode. :P
Still weird to me how British a couple of those actors sound when they give interviews. It does explain Rick's tendency to overenunciate words. I once heard that to emulate American accents, British people must draw out every syllable they say.
The possible final season of "Dexter" will start in June now instead of September/October. I almost feel like Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter should stay in character outside of the show--because man, they're so boring when they're not playing Dexter and Debra. :)
Similarly, the younger actresses from "The Office" always look plain to me outside of the show. I finally reasoned that it's all because of the company they keep on the show. :)
Funny zingers by Tina Fey and Amy Poehler at the 2013 Golden Globe Awards. I'm hoping they host the Oscars someday.
Really strange to hear the orchestra play the flight to bin Laden's compound score when Jessica Chastain walked toward the stage to accept her award. Almost seemed sarcastic considering how suspenseful that music sounded. :) Side note: I actually like the music to "Zero Dark Thirty" so much that sometimes I hum it in my head while I'm driving.
I liked Jessica Chastain's emotional reaction to the Golden Globe, and considered factoring that into my Oscar predictions (as part of my "likeability" criteria). Hopefully all this misguided backlash toward "Zero Dark Thirty" won't sabotage her chances. I mean seriously, why deny acting upon information gathered from torture if you're not even going to deny committing the torture?? Moreover, I honestly believe that I can make a stronger case for why this movie is anti-torture rather than pro-torture.
Speaking of 9/11 subject matters, I'm finally going to see that new WTC memorial when I fly to New York this April. I bought tickets to Mick Foley's WWE Hall of Fame 2013 induction. I'm also making a special effort to skip the outdoors WrestleMania 29 this year. Given that every rumored main event is a rematch, I don't feel like I'll be missing much.
During a Studio Ghibli film festival downtown, I managed to screen a bunch of early Hayao Miyazaki films (restored, English-dubbed 35mm prints) that I've never seen before.
Now that I've seen virtually all of Hayao Miyazaki's films, I can rank them from my favorite to least favorite:
To my dismay, the Academy snubbed Kathryn Bigelow for a directing nomination. I had her as one of the frontrunners for the Oscar! I guess at this point, "Lincoln" is looking like my most likely prediction for Best Picture.
It appears that this year's Sundance and Cannes winners (if you ask me, two of the most overrated films of 2012), "Beasts of the Southern Wild" and "Amour" respectively, cleaned house. In addition to all the prominent contenders they beat out for Best Director, they got both Best Picture and Best Actress nominations. (I guess now it's a foregone conclusion that "Amour" will win the Foreign Language Film Oscar.) Admittedly, my subconscious might harbor bias against these two movies due to my distaste for squatters and the loss of dignity in death. :P
Update 2/11/2013: In contrast to "Amour", "Les Misérables" totally romanticizes death. What better way to go out than singing. :)
I'd rank the 2012 Best Picture nominees as follows:
Say, I think this marks the first time I've managed to see the performances of every single actor and actress nominee before they were announced.
I still have misgivings toward Seth MacFarlane as Oscar host, but I'll try to keep an open mind. :)
Recently watched both "Les Misérables" and "Zero Dark Thirty" again in Cinemark XD. I decided to raise my "Les Misérables" rating to an 8, which automatically elevates it into my top six films of 2012. My rationale: it's probably the best theatrical adaptation of a musical that I've ever seen. The musical numbers really rouse my emotions, and make me willing to forget everything I took issue with (like Russell Crowe as Javert and the vexing bottom line that when Cosette finally reads Jean Valjean's deathbed confession, it's going to say "I stole a loaf of bread").
If the Academy Awards ceremony ever introduced an Oscar for best cast, this film should clinch it. I actually feel that this year, Hugh Jackman deserves the Oscar more than Daniel Day-Lewis. I also don't see how Anne Hathaway can lose.
Interesting fact: the singer who played the Bishop also used to play the original Jean Valjean. That explains why in my subconscious, he always seemed to have the best voice of the entire cast.
I also noticed, in my second viewing, that Javert does not appear on the barricade with the other deceased characters. Wonder if it's because he (inexplicably) committed suicide?
For my second viewing of "Zero Dark Thirty", I didn't really catch anything new. The film did, however, remind me to go look up the definition for tradecraft:
tradecraft -noun skill acquired through experience in a trade; often used to discuss skill in espionage
Update 1/7/2013: Finally patronized Taco Bell (ordered the same meal that the SEAL celebrated with, two tacos and a bean burrito) after over a year of abstinence from fast food. I'd describe my reaction as...apathetic.
Update 1/8/2013: Forgot to mention that during my second viewing, people laughed (!) occasionally. Like at the part where Dan fed the caged monkeys. Did they not see the parallel to the detainees in the background? :(
Man, first movie of the year and already I have a new entry for my worst of 2013 list. :(
Last Saturday, I decided to try out that Galaxy Theatre in Atascadero. I theorized that I'd enjoy "Les Misérables" better in a VIP screening where no one under 21 could enter.
Before the movie even started, somebody asked if I minded shifting two assigned seats away from the middle so their entire group could sit together. When I started suggesting alternatives, she took my reluctance as a no. So they sat around me and kept passing hors d'oeuvres back and forth in front of me (to which I suffered in silence in order to avoid further confrontation). In hindsight, I don't think my reluctance was wrong at all. That requires a special explanation I think, asking a stranger to move two seats away instead of just one. I would've done it, no questions asked, for one seat. :)
Unfortunately, my brain couldn't completely shut all that out. Also bothered me whenever a wine glass shattered on the ground and the audience laughed. Quite the mood killer.
Best of 2012 | Worst of 2012 | |
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Events that happened to Steve |
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Music video | "Gangnam Style" PSY | "Dive In" Trey Songz |
TV series | "Dexter" Honorable mention: "The Walking Dead" |
"The Office" |
Commercial | Sprite Films Presents: Prom Night. | (tie) The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas commercial where they converse the lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody, and Scion iQ Park! commercials. |
Movie trailer | (tie) Looper
and Les Misérables
Honorable mention: World War Z |
The Oogieloves in the Big Balloon Adventure (incidentally, the film broke a box office record) |
Want to know what I did on doomsday? Watched movies. At one point--as I sat in the middle of a theater full of old people--alarms suddenly interrupted the movie, lights flashed, and a voice urged us to evacuate! As a result, I had to politely wait as a sea of slowpokes blocked the exit. :(
Turned out to be a false alarm, but I'd be lying if I said that the end of the world hadn't crossed my mind.
On the plus side, thanks to digital cinema technology, the projectionist managed to jog the movie pretty close to where it left off.
Ehhh...what time is the world supposed to end? I was instant messaging a colleague in the Philippines and it's already December 21, 2012 over there. Those Mayans man, didn't even have the courtesy to specify a time zone. :)
I think I'm more worried about Doomsday nutjobs than I am about say, Armageddon. Because for me, a preordained destiny comforts me much more than an existence where everything happens for no reason.
Would suck if that became the last movie I ever saw on Earth. :)
High Frame Rate 3D...I think it gave me a slight headache. Somehow by making everything look more natural, the HFR 3D made everything look less natural (if that makes any sense at all). I dunno, everything just seemed...glossier.
As for the IMAX exclusive, extended preview of "Star Trek Into Darkness"...I didn't like it. It showcased that cartoonishness that I had criticized its predecessor for. That doesn't mean I won't like the movie though. After all, I didn't like last year's extended preview of Dark Knight Rises either.
What a season 7 finale on "Dexter". I'm like, traumatized. Easily the best season ever.
Cast-wise, I felt that Martin Freeman and Richard Armitage made a great Bilbo and Thorin, respectively. Also found Gollum most entertaining, and wished we could see him again. Rating: 7
Yikes. Currently, my Survivor Season Rankings Web page tops the Google search results for "survivor season rankings" (I confirmed it after receiving an e-mail that somebody plagiarized what I wrote). Not sure how that happened, given that I only update that page twice a year. Does that make me the foremost authority on Survivor rankings now? :)
Strange to think that Survivor players might very well be reading what I wrote about them. Hope some of them have thick skins. :( The way I see it, if you don't want audiences to blog about you, then don't audition for a reality show.
In other news, my credit card number got stolen somehow. Somebody tried (and failed) to make a big purchase in Florida. I doubt it got stolen online, because I haven't purchased anything online in ages. My mind keeps going back to that soda that I had bought from my apartment vending machine. I remember hesitating because it used an external card reader.
I like those "Les Misérables" trailers (Russell Crowe's singing notwithstanding) and twice, to my irritation, I've heard people behind me comment, "I hate musicals." Well I hate people who talk during trailers, but you don't hear me saying that aloud.
I'm sort of a purist in that I best like watching trailers in a theater as opposed to online. Like that awesome "World War Z" trailer, a smartphone or computer screen would not have done it justice in my opinion.
I also like watching movies in IMAX and XD (Extreme Digital Cinema)--not just because of the picture and sound quality, but because the high prices deter large groups of people from coming in. That's also why you wouldn't catch me dead at any Bring Your Baby Matinees, Student Wednesdays, or Senior Tuesdays. In fact, the stuff old folks say during movies might even annoy me worse than what teenagers say!
Nowadays I've seen a lot of merit in screening movies on opening day. My reasoning:
Moreover, I concluded that the type of audience matters much more than the size of it. Cases in point: I screened "Flight" in a theater with only one couple in it--a couple so obnoxiously loud that I ended up relocating several rows back (and could still hear them). Similarly during "Rio", the one other guy in the theater rocked ceaselessly in the handicap area--and it got so distracting that I had to relocate to the back of the theater and elevate my foot high enough to block all sight of him!
Wouldn't it be funny if I ever owned my own theater and posted my own rules? I'd have rules like, "No moving in your seat" and "No breathing too hard".
During the cast reunion, when Brent Spiner recounted how a fan with Asperger syndrome saw Data as representative of the disorder, I was like Data does not have Asperger syndrome! But then when I thought about it...I guess he sort of does. :P
Lots of activity on that ex-junkyard hillside now, i.e., massive tree trimming and backhoe-ing. Could that be why the county cleared out the homeless encampment...for tree maintenance? Or maybe they have something more ambitious in mind, like a precipice and fence to make the area inaccessible? I'll keep my fingers crossed.
Update 11/28/2012: Lots of trees gone from the hillside now. Hmm.
Ugh, I'm starting to see bargain screenings for Senior Tuesdays and Student Wednesdays. At this rate, I might have to start postponing movie night to Thursday. :)
Can't decide which I hate worse: driving through San Francisco or walking through San Francisco. :P This past Saturday, I rode on BART for the first time, and surfaced a couple of blocks from the San Francisco Centre. Couldn't believe how many homeless people I passed along Market Street. Terrible.
I did like travelling by BART. Plenty of free parking and not too many passengers on a Saturday.
Felt pretty ecstatic about the "Survivor: Philippines" tribal council last night until I found out that Michael Skupin had defected from those bullies, not Lisa. Even though I'm awestruck that Jonathan Penner survived yet again, I might've ranked the season as high up as "Survivor: Cook Islands" had his masterful rhetoric managed to persuade her. Update 11/16/2012: Forgot to mention that when I saw one Jonathan vote with "sorry" on it and another Jonathan vote with hearts around it, I mistook them for Michael's and Lisa's votes, respectively. Made me wonder whether any Survivor fans ever tried memorizing each player's penmanship.
I've really enjoyed watching Jonathan Penner this season. It's like he's been hanging on by the skin of his teeth. Here's what I'd put in his highlight reel:
In other news, the workers look like they're about done cleaning up the homeless encampments outside my parking lot. Didn't surprise me one bit that the clean-up lasted six days...if you ask me, they made good time!
Yesterday morning, I saw a Roads and Airports Department for the County of Santa Clara vehicle and a porta potty near the homeless encampments. Parked cars lined the street by the hillside too. Now for the past two days, I've seen workers with white suits, dust face masks, and litter pickers working to clean up all of the garbage. About dam time. They really have their work cut out for them though. Had they come months earlier, it wouldn't have looked like a Snickers commercial.
I know I should be happy, but I keep dreading that the squatters will simply come back.
As for my downstairs neighbor, still no conclusive evidence of any criminality.
In other news, I liked Obama's acceptance speech. When he advocated tolerance, health care for the poor, and an end to the war, I felt like he had indeed practiced what he preached. In fairness to Bush, I felt like he had practiced what he preached too: when he vowed that America would avenge 9/11 (ultimately I felt that America indeed got its revenge, in spades).
Thankfully, I no longer hear the intermittent sound of rushing water in my bathroom. But recently in the wee hours of the morning, I've heard a loud humming in my bathroom; loud enough to seemingly vibrate the walls. It actually made me suspect my downstairs neighbor of cooking meth. I've never actually seen my downstairs neighbor, but there's a weird pot outside of their door chock full of cigarette butts (to avoid igniting an explosion inside?). I also heard a smoke detector go off a couple of times.
Then again, maybe my neighbor only smokes outside to avoid setting off the smoke detector. And maybe the humming noises radiated from a neighboring, industrial-looking water heater (?) instead of a fume-ventilation machine. Most importantly, I don't smell the biggest telltale sign of a meth lab: pungent odors.
I'll keep my eyes, ears, and nose open though.
Update 11/6/2012: Smelled like B.O. outside of my apartment this morning (I left with my bathroom still humming). Made me realize that I smelt this odor before, in the parking lot (I had always thought it came from the homeless encampment). Also noticed a trash bin downstairs this morning, full of cleaning products (?).
Congratulations to the San Francisco Giants for their 2012 World Series sweep (pretty impressive considering that they made a comeback from 1-3 in the National League Championship Series)! I enjoyed watching Game 4, and learned of new baseball strategies like no doubles defense and sacrifice bunt. At the top of the tenth inning with the winning run on first base, the commentator puzzled me with a no mystery what the Giants will do here remark just before the batter bunted himself out so that the runner could advance to second. Made me realize how much I still didn't know about professional baseball.
Fingers crossed that this movie franchise will someday adapt the two Silent Hill games that I rated perfect 10's: Silent Hill 2 (not just Pyramid Head) and Silent Hill 4: The Room (could that prison bus have been transporting Walter Sullivan?). I also hope that that cameo of Travis Grady will be the last reference I ever see to that awful Silent Hill: Origins game. Stay after the credits for one final appearance of Pyramid Head. Rating: 5
I like Google Maps. For my London vacation, I printed out public transportation directions to each Olympic venue. Most recently, I used the Google satellite to survey an alleged parking lot behind the Fremont Theatre in San Luis Obispo. According to their Facebook page, they intend to build a new IMAX theatre in that spot. I dunno, seems awfully small.
Congratulations to Roger Federer for hanging onto the #1 tennis ranking for 300 cumulative weeks now! An unprecedented milestone.
Watched Derek Jeter fracture his ankle on a TV replay. Ouch. Last time I fractured my ankle (while running suicides), I can remember crawling and writhing on the court in agonizing pain. I think my brain actually repressed some of the memory. My foot swelled like a cabbage patch doll, and afterward I couldn't even walk on the cast without crutches. I think tearing the ligament made all the difference, because as a kid I remember fracturing that very same ankle but with considerably less pain afterward (I could even walk on it again once the doctor wrapped it in a cast).
"The Walking Dead" season 3 premiered last Sunday...a strong no-nonsense episode, IMHO. No more fooling around for those characters. They threw down on those zombie hordes like a well-oiled machine. Usually the show follows a format where various characters alternate from likeable to unlikeable, but in that episode I found them all likeable.
As for "Dexter" season 7, which airs in the same time slot...still phenomenal. I can't say enough good things about it. If you've been following it, feel free to read my spoiler-heavy season 7 review.
Update 10/22/2012: More awesomeness from "Dexter" and "The Walking Dead" last night. Sunday's become the highlight of my week lately.
Struck me as ironic that the entire cast from Part I had to be replaced. Almost like this film franchise is tanking just like the world it portrays. Rating: 5
I'm stuck with a new annoyance at my apartment: the intermittent sound of rushing water. Given that I can hear it all hours of the day and night, 24/7, I dismissed my first hypothesis: a neighbor repeatedly turning their faucet on and off. Additionally, I don't think that a toilet would refill itself that frequently. Maybe it's an aquarium?
Today in the cafeteria, I witnessed a grand slam on TV during the Giants game. Pretty cool. I don't think I've ever seen a grand slam live before.
Comcast finally blacked out all of my analog channels. As a result, I had to install and activate their digital adapter. Now I can see most of the TV channels, but can only record the channel that the adapter is on. I also still need the digital cable box for premium and pay-per-view programming like "Dexter" and WrestleMania.
In other news, I kept spotting a baby coyote outside my workplace. In the last sighting, I noticed it limping. Our workplace newsletter warned us to "appreciate them from a distance"; not to feed them or make direct eye contact. "Coyotes, by nature, are wary of humans they will avoid people whenever possible. However, in urban areas, coyotes are less likely to fear people and are more likely to associate their presence with easy sources of food."
That's called habituation, gradually losing a fear of something through repeated exposure to it. That's mostly what I credit for overcoming my phobia of dogs. Well...whatever phobia I had of friendly-looking dogs, at least. I still get wary of dogs I can't read, and I still fear vicious-looking dogs like pitbulls (same as I fear predators like lions, tigers, and bears).
Now my biggest phobia is death. Or more precisely, nihilophobia (a fear of nothingness). Even looking across dark, pitch-black expanses of water perturbs me.
This "House at the End of the Street" movie seemed more like "Jane Eyre" than a horror flick. It actually reminded me of those early Brian De Palma films, back when he was obsessed with "Psycho". It's like, something beautiful would start to bloom and then get stomped out by something violent and horrible. Rating: 5
For the first time ever, the IBM cafeteria served butter chicken. Afterward, I submitted a comment card praising it. I should've submitted one the day they served Pueblo Pork Roast too (the one coated with some kind of cumin (?) sauce). They served it about three years ago and I haven't seen it since.
Last Tuesday, I tried an Italian restaurant in Santana Row called Pasta Pomodoro. I spent most of the time looking down at my table as the couple next to me had a falling out in front of their kid. It started when the guy repeatedly asked the woman why she kept glaring at him. The woman wanted to know whom he had been texting, which led to her asking for his phone and reviewing his messages. Initially I thought how possessive, until she singled out one particular message from someone saying that she hadn't seen him on match.com lately. The guy got defensive, denying that he was on match.com and insisting that it was nothing (Steve's translation: "I'm totally hiding something"). "Tell me the truth," the woman kept repeating. "Let's just forget about it and eat," the guy deflected. So then the woman CALLED the person in front of him, got all the embarrassing details, and then walked out on him with the kid.
The guy should've just told the truth. Although their relationship still might've tanked, it also might've been salvageable. I mean, if she already trusted him so little that she had to check his phone, what more could he have to lose? It reminded me of Tarzan (from "Survivor: One World") and his wife's dubious secret to marriage: never lie to each other.
Personally, I think people are entitled to their secrets. I'm actually so cynical that most lies don't bother me. In fact, I prefer the lie if the truth led to some kind of embarrassment, awkward moment, or spoiler. I do get mad if I lose face because of someone's big mouth, but that applies to both lies and truths. :)
My own reluctance to lie mostly stems from pragmatism rather than self-righteousness. Just like a good credit score is important, I think credibility among allies is important. And the best way to maintain that trust: sharing information and keeping secrets while trying to minimize the lies I have to keep straight. I guess now I sound like Jonathan Penner from "Survivor: Philippines"...I once read an interview where he stated, "I'm a pretty straightforward, honest person. Lying is a lot of work. You've gotta remember what lie you told; it's much easier just to tell the truth."
I also have the ability to trust conditionally. Meaning, I can trust someone when it comes to X, but not when it comes to Y.
Final thought: I'll never understand how people can talk behind each other's backs but then turn around and act like the best of friends. :)
At long last, my next-door neighbors moved out! Happy dance. Certainly not the worst neighbors I've had, but vexing nonetheless...a father and grown-up son lounging around all day with their door open and their shirts off (sporting huge pot bellies), drinking beer and unashamedly projecting their embarrassing conversations, e.g., "I love you, baby" or "You don't love me" or inexplicably berating security. The son hocked (and spat) a lot too; a ghastly noise that made my skin crawl.
Strangely, after the father cleared his things I happened to open my door that night to see the son stumbling up the stairs, totally wasted with eyes wide open (for an alarming split-second my brain mistook him for a zombie). Was he not aware that his father had moved out?
Now if only my homeless neighbors followed suit. I read an interesting article that reported how San Jose's homeless returned to their camps after the cleanups. Apparently the city has some kind of obligation to fund alternate housing options and to tag & store homeless people's personal property. Lame.
I did find the robot itself interesting. To fulfill its directive of improving Frank Langella's health, I noticed it had no qualms against bargaining, lying, and breaking the law. Rating: 5
Man, I hope Jerry "The King" Lawler recovers ok after suffering a heart attack during the WWE Raw broadcast last night. After his commentating went silent, I could actually see him in the background slumped over. One account reported him clinically dead for 20 minutes before a defibrillator revived him! Hope that won't mean brain damage. Weirdest part was that he wrestled a tag team match earlier in the broadcast, and didn't even seem winded afterward.
I watched a really fascinating "60 Minutes" interview of the Navy SEAL who helped kill Osama bin Laden (and authored that book about it). What I found most interesting about his firsthand account: how the SEALs pretty much treated every guy in the compound as hostile and shot them in the head if they peeked around a corner. So the SEALs ended up shooting bin Laden to death without even knowing his identity. Side note: Typical military humor, that warped joke about how curiosity killed bin Laden's son.
I'm hoping that the "Zero Dark Thirty" movie captures all the foresight and acumen that the SEALs showed, from improvising a new plan after the helicopter crash to methodically collecting evidence (including duplicating the evidence of bin Laden's identity in case one helicopter didn't make it back). Man, what commitment for the SEAL on point to rush the women around bin Laden's body in case they tried to blow up the other SEALs.
Other details about the SEAL's account that I found noteworthy:
In other news, congratulations to Serena Williams for pulling out a harrowing U.S. Open victory! To think that last year, her harassment of the chair umpire basically came one swear word away from violating her probation (originally placed upon her for cussing out a lineswoman at the at the 2009 U.S. Open). Meaning, she would've gotten banned from this year's tournament. Side note: I still don't get why Redfoo from LMFAO sat in Azarenka's box.
Also congratulations to Andy Murray on his first Grand Slam title! He didn't look too thrilled for some reason (exhausted, maybe?). Instead of embracing his loved ones, did he just ask them where his shoes were?? Side note: Sean Connery's starting to look pretty old.
I finished tabulating the music results for 1H 2012.
A passion for writing...that's my answer for why I'm still blogging. It also helps that I have no accounts on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, or MySpace to preoccupy my time. Simply put, I don't like to socialize online (or in person, for that matter). I don't even own a smartphone.
I think all in all, the hardest part for me about blogging isn't writing the entries...it's settling upon what to title the entries. :)
Today marks the tenth anniversary of my blog! Time sure flies. To commemorate the occasion, I decided to just extol my favorite movie from the last five years...
In my humble opinion, the magnum opus of Christopher Nolan. Despite my disappointment with "Dark Knight" (and my subsequent concerns that Nolan, my all-time favorite director, lost his touch), I walked into "Inception" with pretty high expectations. To my astonishment, Nolan blew all of my expectations away. To this day, I'm still in awe that one guy managed to write and direct this masterpiece.
I think Nolan captured my sentiment best with the following quote:
"Every film should have its own world, a logic and feel to it that expands beyond the exact image that the audience is seeing."
In my mind, Nolan loaded so much thought and detail into "Inception" that the movie felt like a whole new world...and "shared dreaming" felt like a real-life science.
Incidentally, Nolan actually explained in an interview what the ending meant. He said that the point of that scene was that Cobb looked at his kids and not the top.
In conclusion, I shattered a personal record of mine by watching "Inception" in a theater a total of eleven times (and each time the movie ended, I sat through the credits listening to the music). I even caught something new on the tenth viewing (scenes where Ariadne taught her architectures to each dreamer)!
Finally came full circle on the "Quantum Leap" series, but still missed a lot of episodes.
The episodes where Sam deeply loved somebody--and had to leave them behind--depressed me...especially given my knowledge now of what I didn't know then. Like I knew Sam would...
Other bits of trivia that I noticed this time around:
Honorable mention: This WWE Hall of Fame picture came out surprisingly good--you can even see Mickey Rourke in the audience, 4/4/2009
15. The current (and all-time) No. 1 tennis player in the world, Roger Federer, warming up on Centre Court at Wimbledon, 7/30/2012
14. Michael Phelps, lane 6, flapping his arms before the 200M butterfly final, 7/31/2012
13. The sight of Vince McMahon in a sharshooter after 12+ years...surreal, 3/28/2010
12. Awesomest pro-wrestling entrance ever, 4/5/2009
11. What is up with that referee? 3/28/2010
10. A rare stunt for The Undertaker, 6/1/2008
9. Me at the White House, 10/27/2007
8. John Cena, 1/27/2008
7. My favorite picture of the Royal Rumble Match, 1/25/2009
6. Crazy Ladder Match stunt, 10/5/2008
5. Whisper in the wind, 1/25/2009
4. Finally...I photographed the People's Elbow, 4/3/2011
3. A front row snapshot of the extremely rare Buried Alive Match, 10/24/2010
2. Surprisingly crisp picture of the medal-winning Olympic figure skaters during their victory lap, 2/25/2010
1. The money shot that made me the face of zero gravity, 9/20/2008
Was it just me, or did this whole movie make fun of the shallowness of modern society? For instance, the animators seemed to go out of their way to make everything on TV look stupid. :)
Stay after the credits for a time-lapse of Norman's creation. Rating: 7To my dismay, I discovered that the fine for driving in a diamond bus lane, a.k.a. CVC 21655.5(b) Improper Use of Preferential Lanes, amounts to $490!! Buncha bull. Plus to add insult to injury, I had to pay another $29 for a FasTrak violation.
My blog will turn 10 years old on August 29, but I have nothing special planned. I might just post some countdowns that weren't already part of my 2000-2009 Decade in Review. For example, my favorite screenshots and photographs, and maybe some movies of note. Certainly the #1 events that happened to me haven't changed.
Honorable mention: Olympic tennis at Wimbledon's Centre Court
10. Elimination Chamber
9. Women's Qualification for Artistic Gymnastics
7. Quite possibly the greatest WrestleMania match of all time
6. WWE Royal Rumble 2009
5. Me flinching
4. WWE No Mercy 2008
3. WWE WrestleMania XXVIII
2. Ladies Figure Skating Free Skate at the XXI Olympic Winter Games
1. Buried Alive Match...I relished this screencap
Congratulations to the USA men's basketball team for winning the final against Spain. It made me nervous when the score stayed even all the way into the fourth quarter! Side note: Still feels surreal to me that the Lakers managed to acquire both Dwight Howard and Steve Nash.
Time now to rank my favorite highlights from the London 2012 Summer Olympics:
Interestingly, Apolo Ohno revealed on NBC that he must decide upon his Olympic future within the next few days. I don't see myself attending any Olympic events in Russia, but I might consider Rio 2016 (two points of interest in Brazil: Christ the Redeemer and Itaipu Dam) seeing as I didn't stay in the city of London long enough to catch any track and field sprints.
Such a relief being back in the United States where the steering wheel is on the left, cars drive on the right side, and the food doesn't mess up my stomach (though admittedly, I did like the baked beans with my scrambled eggs). :) Interestingly, in the office I mouse with my left hand even though I'm right-handed (the logic being that if I get carpal tunnel in my left wrist, it won't affect the hand that I use to write with). That's likely why in the UK I was able to gear shift with my left hand so easily. Nothing could prepare me for steering from the other side of the car though. I had to keep telling my brain to hug the right side of the lane, so that I'd stop drifting to the left. It's extremely fortunate that I only brushed against curbs instead of guard rails or other cars.
Still bums me out that Roger Federer lost the gold medal match against Andy Murray! If only they could have swapped results: Federer's most recent Wimbledon title in exchange for the one accolade that he's never ever achieved: a singles gold medal.
In contrast, I shrugged when Gabby Douglas (and two of the other Fab Five) blew their individual gymnastics events. The Fab Five already won team gold and Gabby won the all-around gold--so in my mind, they all earned free passes.
Congratulations to Misty May-Treanor & Kerri Walsh Jennings for winning their third consecutive gold medals in beach volleyball! Mighty impressive.
Also congratulations to the women's USA soccer team! The way I see it--after those clutch saves--Hope Solo can run her mouth all she wants. :)
This week, I've been reviewing NBC's coverage of the Olympics. I added both pictures and screencaps to my earlier blog entries.
I ended up renting a car from Avis, a black Peugeot 207 SW. It was a manual transmission but thankfully, I remembered how to shift gears (even with the stick to my left). The reversed driver seat location proved much more terrifying, as I occasionally nudged the lefthand curb while driving on the left side of the road. :P
Quite the learning experience, that Channel Tunnel. Once I figured out how to buy a ticket, they printed an alphabetical letter for me to hang on my rear view mirror. I matched the letter with its departure time on the terminal screen. Following a passport screening, I queued my car into a line and drove into some kind of long boxcar (which turned into carriages of 4-5 cars once the metal doors shut); then stayed parked there while the boxcar crossed through a dark subway-like tunnel for about half-an-hour.
Passport screeningOnce I disembarked in France, I immediately wandered my way back to the Euro Tunnel le Shuttle. (Although I welcomed driving on the right side of the road, I had trouble comprehending French traffic signs. :P) Then I went through all that hassle over again. This time, French customs, UK Border Control (questions galore), waiting for my call in a eurotunnel shopping center (not as long as I thought given France is one hour ahead), ineptly driving to the wrong boarding area, and then finally boarding the correct shuttle back to the UK.
So thankfully, I got through all that unscathed despite driving around lost through Folkestone. My nerves are shot. Can you imagine if I had gotten my car into an accident? Goes to show how seriously I take my goals list.
Tomorrow, I fly back to the United States.
P.S. Good that I had my Visa debit card with me. The Discover card wasn't much use. :(
Ever since I picked up a 5 cent euro in my loose change (it looks like the British penny), I've been trying to sneak it past British cashiers. But every single time they've weeded it out and rejected it, like those cats who can sense the pill in their catfood. It might be my imagination, but the cashiers seemed almost indignant that I'd try to pay them with a euro coin.
Pretty rainy at the Stonehenge monument today, but the sky opened long enough for me to snap pictures all around it. The rope path curved in close enough for me to see the greenish discoloration and fungus on the otherwise gray rocks. In person, the rocks looked gigantic. How the heck did prehistoric people transport and stack those things 4500 years ago? Any why?
When I look at Stonehenge photographs, the monument always seems isolated in the middle of nowhere. But in actuality, it's fenced in. Outside the fence: roads, a gift shop, a café (where I bought a cinnamon-flavored rock cake with raisins), a ticket booth, toilets, parking lots, and grazing sheep.
All in all, I think that was worth the 90-120 minute tour bus ride from London.
Stonehenge during visiting hoursIn other news, security picked me up during my walk toward the Channel Tunnel. Apparently that's a huge no-no--we're only allowed to cross by vehicle. So after the police ran a background check on me and asked me some questions, they sent me on my way. Needlessly to say, I failed to cross off that goal today. :P
Frustrating setback...the private Stonehenge tour only runs on Tuesdays. It seems that the Web site erroneously let me book today's date. So I now have to settle for a tour where I view Stonehenge from afar. But that's not all--because the lady missed the discrepancy, I wasted the whole morning loitering while the other Stonehenge tour groups came and went. As a result, I now have to wait until tomorrow morning for the next tour bus! Grrr...
Good thing that when I scheduled this vacation, I buffered in an extra day.
Rainy afternoon in London. For lunch, I had fish & chips with earl grey tea. Although I'm not a big fan of fish & chips, I liked it better than any fish & chips I tasted in America.
I'd describe the rest of my day as disappointing. For some idiotic reason, the Olympic cauldron was not outside for visitors of the Olympic Park to photograph. It's inside the track & field stadium, and I have no ticket to grant me admission.
The ticket I did have, Olympic swimming, landed me in the 20th row of the Aquatics Centre...about third row up in the upper balcony. Pretty lousy considered I paid top dollar for an AA category ticket.
Spoiler alert for Tuesday's swimming finals: To my complete and utter dismay, Michael Phelps lost his signature event, the 200-meter butterfly! I had been holding my breath, waiting for his touch to trigger a single red light next to his lane (indicating first place). Instead, I saw two red lights. My reaction: dumbfounded...then when what happened sank in, dejected. Granted, I witnessed history in that he tied Larisa Latynina for most Olympic medals of any color. But *&^%$ it, I purposely picked Phelps' best event so I could see him win a gold medal! It's the topmost reason I flew to London in the first place.
It did give me consolidation that USA later won the 4x200-meter freestyle relay, which Phelps anchored. So I personally witnessed Phelps winning his first gold medal at London 2012 and becoming the most decorated Olympian in history. I also got to personally experience, finally, an Olympic medals ceremony where the American flag rose to the Star-Spangled banner (first for Allison Schmitt, again for the USA relay team).
P.S. Maybe someday I can brag about seeing those two teenage swimming stars, Missy Franklin and Ye Shiwen, in action.
P.S.S. I hope my pictures come out ok. My hands got kind of shaky at times.
Phelps, lane 6, flapping his arms before the 200M butterfly finalI'm getting kinda sick of the news here. This just in: Great Britain ranked #20 in the medal count. Granted, it's not like the propaganda that Canada showed during the last Olympics--but I wished that the BBC focused less on Great Britain's defeats and more on the athletes who actually won medals.
I did see one prominent U.S. headline on the BBC: the charges for that shooting massacre in Aurora. :(
Update 8/1/2012: Michael Phelps made the top headlines in the news last night, so maybe the BBC redeemed itself. :) I didn't sleep a wink. Either the swimming excitement gave me insomnia, or my brain feared oversleeping and missing the Stonehenge tour bus. Or maybe it's jet lag?
My feet feel blistered and my face looks sunburned, but I have to say it was a good day.
I started with a big breakfast which included scrambled eggs, potatoes, baked beans, and a nasty brownie-like puck called black pudding that I imagine stuck to my stomach like gum. :P
Then I visited the obligatory tourist attractions in London: Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and Buckingham Palace. I tried to take photos of the guards as three of them marched out to relieve the ones in the front of the building.
Big BenSpeaking of disciplined professionals who ignore distractions, all of those Olympic tennis players at Wimbledon's Centre Court seemed to completely block out the audience during their matches (even when we started a wave). A couple of things that I found cool: rhythmically clapping along with the audience during the challenges, and watching the points without spectators walking up and down (the officials block the entrances between set changes). I also enjoyed (twice) the famed strawberries & cream from the Champagne Bar.
The highlight of my Wimbledon experience (and possibly the highlight of my trip): seeing the greatest tennis player who ever lived, Roger Federer, in action. Fortune really smiled upon me, because I had no idea which tennis players I'd get to see when I bought my ticket. The schedule depended upon tournament draw, advancement, and chance. Here's a recap of who played today in Centre Court:
If these matches air in the United States, look for me in my neon cap and shirt in the 9th row from the court (a.k.a. the third row from the purple wall).
Centre Court seemed really small in person. The two retractable roofs looked massive though (for some reason the officials kept repositioning them over the court).
I still don't understand why players raise their hand (apologetically?) when the ball trickles over the net tape.
The rooftop over Centre CourtUpon my return to London, I tried a 10oz rump steak (with a side of mushroom sauce) at Skylon inside the Royal Festival Hall. Tasty but man, I really had to chew that thing.
Survived my 10+ hour flight to London. Afterward the pilot announced that the airport almost cancelled our landing due to weather. Good thing that didn't happen, because near the end there I started feeling airsick from the turbulence.
We still got delayed on the ground, however, so I arrived late to the Women's Qualification for Artistic Gymnastics. The USA's Fab Five had already come and gone so I got stuck watching the rotations for China, Russia, Germany, Romania, Japan, and "mixed groups", i.e., individual gymnasts lacking a team. If NBC airs the qualification floor exercises for China and Germany, look for me in the third row wearing a neon yellow shirt and neon orange cap.
I actually didn't care for the live format. I didn't mind waiting through each of the warm ups, but I found it distracting how all four of the groups competed simultaneously (then rotated amidst rhythmic crowd clapping to the next apparatus). As a result, my eyes kept wandering to the loud musically-themed floor exercises. Also, the live British commentator didn't offer much insight.
Too much going on at onceSpoiler alert from someone who's now eight hours ahead of California time: when I stared at the scoreboard and noticed Jordyn Wieber missing a Q next to her name, I was like what happened). I had to google the result on the Internet, because I'm not sure that'd even make the news on my hotel room TV. Last I checked, the BBC was singing the praises of a bronze-winning British swimmer.
The city of London looks really old to me. It feels like I stepped into an alternate reality where England won the Revolutionary War. I see American franchises like Coca-Cola, Starbucks, McDonald's, and Burger King, but most of the products and snacks I see have strange names. The cars and roads look reversed. Subway signs appear in English but say "Mind the Gap" instead of "Caution" and "Way Out" instead of "Exit". The clocks all use military time. And the local folk say "queue" a lot instead of "line" or "line up".
I guess Christopher Nolan finally answered whether Batman could ever just ride off into the sunset--or more importantly, whether Bruce Wayne could ever get over his beloved Rachel. :) I liked how the movie depicted Catwoman and Bane--definite improvements over their previous incarnations, IMHO. Other thoughts I had:
The San Luis Obispo Downtown Centre Cinemas advertised screenings of "Dark Knight Rises" in their brand-new EXTREME 3 THEATRE. Caveat emptor. It turned out to be a normal, non-stadium seating room with a screen that spanned from the ceiling to the floor. The movie didn't even show in digital projection--I could see the cigarette burns which mark normal film reels.
That one scene where gunmen open fire on the stockbrokers gives me the creeps. It keeps reminding me of that massacre in Aurora where a spree shooter opened fire on a "Dark Knight Rises" audience.
Well, after months of planning, I finally fly to London this Saturday. I come back the following Saturday.
"Dark Knight Rises" today. I noticed that that shooting spree at one of the screenings still headlines the news. Hope it doesn't inspire any other gunmen out there who might be hungry for publicity.
I finally e-mailed a complaint to the County of Santa Clara County Department of Environmental Health. With all the trash that the squatters outside my parking lot fence managed to hoard, the hillside looks and smells like a veritable garbage dump now. It's totally ridiculous.
In other news, I received a brand-new traffic ticket for driving in a diamond bus lane. I had taken a wrong turn and was trying to avoid a toll booth. In hindsight, I should've just paid the toll. The cop said it wasn't a moving violation, but I dread the heftiness of the fine.
Guess I'll bring my Discover card to London after all. Thanks to their timely promotion, I'll receive a 2% Cashback Bonus for every purchase in London (from June 2 and August 31) and zero foreign transaction fees. I'll still take my Visa card, as that was the only card the Olympics vendors accepted in Vancouver.
I'm starting to dislike today's kids more and more. Specifically, their lack of inhibitions and manners. During Spider-Man, I had to listen to a loud kid asking lame obvious questions like, "Is that a spider?", "Is that man Spider-Man?", and "Is that man dead?" Another time, I was eating at Hometown Buffet while my car was at the mechanic shop. Some girl looked my way and commented, I think it's sad when people eat alone. In response, I just sat there fuming. What could I say back? I think it's sad that some kids won't amount to anything?
Worst part was that neither of the kids' mothers corrected their rudeness. Which is bad for the kids' futures, if they grow up without learning to respect others.
Dude, when I flush my new toilet it's like an airlock opens and sucks the water out (along with the air around it) into outer space.
Congratulations to 30-year-olds Roger Federer and Serena Williams for Wimbledon triumphs amidst Grand Slam droughts that made tennis fans talk of their retirement. Maybe I'll get to see one of them play in Centre Court during the Olympics at the end of this month. Gotta feel bad for Andy Murray, losing on his home turf with celebrities like the Middleton sisters and David Beckham in attendance. Also felt bad for Radwanska when Serena won one of the games with four consecutive aces. I have never seen anything like that.
In a bit of sad news, gold medalist Nastia Liukin failed to qualify for the U.S. Olympic gymnastic team. With both her and Shawn Johnson now retired, I can feel my excitement diminishing for the Olympic gymnastics events that I have tickets for. :P
By the way, that daredevil who crossed Niagara Falls on a tightrope...he now wants to cross the Grand Canyon on a tightrope! What a nut.
Last night, the maintenance guy who fixed my slow toilet told me he'd give me a brand-new toilet around either morning or afternoon. To my chagrin, he entered my apartment while I was in the shower and repeatedly shouted "MAINTENANCE! YO, MAINTENANCE!" for the whole neighborhood to hear. When I realized that he wouldn't stop, I cracked my bathroom door open to tell him I'll be out soon. Geez man, you'd think he could've deduced that all on his own.
Where's Rudy Giuliani when you need him? :( That homeless encampment between my parking lot fence and the overpass hill is starting to look like a slum now. After hearing what sounded like someone getting assaulted there, I talked to security and they said that they have no jurisdiction beyond the fence. The guard added that they were trying to catch whoever has been setting fires in the dumpsters (which explains the charred dumpster near my apartment). I guess their uselessness shouldn't surprise me, given how they did jack squat about the raving mad tenant underneath me too. At least they're really good at towing illegally parked cars.
I actually flagged down one of the security cars the other night, to alert them to a suspicious person with a hoodie that I saw crouched near a license plate. I watched closely as the security car drove up to the guy (prompting him to stand up) and then drove away (prompting him to crouch back down). Guess that means he wasn't stealing a registration sticker like I suspected? What was he doing then? (Good thing I'm not a George Zimmerman.)
But back to the encampment--I could see the garbage piling up behind the fence and even spotted one tent getting burglarized. I finally complained to the rental office, and they said they already knew about it. Apparently that's why they had laid sharp rocks along the fence--to deter squatters--but clearly it didn't work.
I have a pretty long list of things that bother me in cities: squatters, litter, vandalism, crime, bad roads. People picking through garbage cans, panhandling, or urinating in plain sight. That's why I tend to disfavor policies that in my judgment, make the rich richer and the poor poorer. Ironically, those Occupy protesters who camp out in plain sight--I consider them a public nuisance.
Thanks to the G4 channel, I got to watch a couple of my favorite "Quantum Leap" episodes again. Namely the ones where Alia, the Evil Leaper, defected with Sam. What a downer, thinking that Alia could have set something wrong each time that Sam set something right. :P Anyway, I loved everything from their simultaneous leap (leaving two people in the waiting room) to the part where she leapt as a bullet passed through her (leaving ?? people in the waiting room). It's the only time I remember seeing what happens once the Leaper departs.
Update 6/22/2012: Make that twice...just saw a scene where Sam swapped places with a Mafia don and the original guy came back with no memory of the waiting room. And now that I think about it, I vaguely remember an episode where Lee Harvey Oswald leaped back in.
Guess I'll have to wait awhile to see "Trilogy" again. That's the cool story arc where Sam had to save the same girl's life on three separate occasions: first as her father (the real father must've been mighty confused, taking Sam's place under a collapsing ceiling), second as her fiance, and third as her defense attorney. (Interestingly, the actress who played her went on to guest star as Trudy in "Monk" and Jan in "The Office".) Always bothered me that the show never resolved that HUGE loose end regarding Sam's biological daughter, whom he ultimately rescued from a "horrible" fate of writing computer manuals. :P
Also bugged me that the show never explained the origin of Lothos, the Evil Leaper supercomputer, and why it couldn't just send an Evil Leaper back in time to destroy Ziggy (the Quantum Leap supercomputer). Unless...what if Lothos was actually the future version of Ziggy? Sigh, so much material for a Quantum Leap spin-off or movie. :)
In other news, congratulations to LeBron James for finally winning that elusive NBA championship!
Started noticing movie theater advertisements for a "Dark Knight" Marathon, featuring the first two Dark Knight films followed by a midnight screening of "The Dark Knight Rises". Probably won't last nearly as long as the Avengers Marathon ("Iron Man", "The Incredible Hulk", "Iron Man 2", "Thor", "Captain America", and "The Avengers"), but I'll probably still skip it. :)
I pencilled some new films to see this year based on the winners from the 2012 Cannes Film Festival:
Unlike the foreign language Oscar, which in my opinion favors safe films whose messages satisfy the "lowest common denominator", the Cannes films tend to strike me as atmospheric and edgy.
I managed to see an evening screening of "Madagascar 3" that had only one kid in the theater. I'll never forget that time I saw "Ice Age 3" and a loud kid behind me kept exclaiming obvious things, like "There's Diego!" and "Dinosaur babbbbbbies!!" Ever since then, I've tried to avoid matinees for family films. :)
In other news, my British currency finally arrived at the bank. At first glance, the bills have Queen Elizabeth on them. I dread how they'll look once Prince Charles becomes King. :P
Although I don't consider myself a huge sports fan, I've found the past few days of sports news unusually interesting:
I liked that Monica Seles presented the trophy--not just because she inspired Sharapova, but because they both excel at "shot grunting". Curiously, Sharapova appears to have the dropped that serve ritual with the hair-brushing, and almost speaks like an American teenager now (using slang like "sick").
On a lesser note, Video Games Live had a meet & greet for "Video Game Player of the Century" Billy Mitchell. I actually have to give the guy credit. After that "The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters" documentary brutally villainized him, he actually stepped it up and played in public to successfully retake the Donkey Kong record. (Of course, someone named Hank Chien broke it about three years later; then five months later Mitchell retook it; then two months later Steve Wiebe reclaimed it; then Hank Chien beat them all five months later...it never ends.)
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my current thoughts on the "Dexter" series after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down until after you have watched SEASON SIX of "Dexter"!
Ever since I became a fan of "Dexter", I've role played in my head what would happen if Debra discovered Dexter's secret. I concluded that if Dexter ever wanted Debra to trust him again, he'd have to come clean and tell the whole truth. After much deliberation, I came up with the following recommendations:
And hopefully, Dexter won't need to remind her that he twice saved her life. :)
Interestingly, I used to dread what would happen once Debra discovered Dexter's secret. But thanks to that incestuous "jump-the-shark" scare, I ended up welcoming the sixth season cliffhanger. :P My prediction about how Debra will react: she'll think that he's not being himself (that maybe stress and/or Rita's death got to him) and tell him to drop the knife. She might puke too. But I don't think she'll draw her gun on him. She certainly won't turn him in--otherwise, no more show. :) I figure that for the duration of season seven at least, she'll go about trying to "fix" him. They might even reverse roles so that she'd now have to take care of him the way that he took care of her.
I'm really looking forward to the seventh season. With actors like Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter, the season has the potential to outshine them all.
Did I ever mention my favorite episode of "Dexter"? "Left Turn Ahead", the one where Dexter hit one of the lowest points of his life and actually reached out to Debra. In short, Dexter a) considered abandoning his code because of the shame that his Dad ultimately felt for it, and b) considered turning himself in. But in one of Debra's finest moments, she convinced him to decide who he wanted to be and to "ride it out". At that point, I basically credited Debra with saving Dexter's life--because let's face it, he would've gotten a lethal injection or life in prison for sure!
SEASON 7 SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my thoughts on each season 7 episode after the photo below. Warning! Do not scroll past the titles of episodes that you haven't watched yet!
Update 7/17/2012: Watched Showtime's sneak peek of the first two minutes of season 7. My reaction: I felt bad for Debra. I felt that Dexter failed her. Not just because he poisoned her most treasured positive relationship, but because he continued to lie to her (against my advice). And badly, at that--he sounded so cold and rehearsed. If she ends up believing that BS, then that's straight-up denial.
On the other hand, she did draw her gun on him (which I didn't anticipate), so I guess I can't blame him for his "deer in the headlights" tap-dancing (even stooping to that awful lie about Rita). But he must know that she'll find out more sooner or later.
Update 10/1/2012 ("Are You...?" spoiler alert): Watched the season 7 premiere, and actually had trouble sleeping afterward. Haunting, man. Were Dexter and Debra really having those conversations? So surreal that my brain had trouble processing them.
Update 10/8/2012 ("Sunshine and Frosty Swirl" spoiler alert): Second episode of season 7 seemed lighter. Debra's best line ever: "You're a sick f***." Felt a tad annoyed about her flippancy toward the Dark Passenger, but I cut her a lot of slack. :) Also felt a bit disappointed that Dexter didn't fill Debra in on any of his high-profile killings (did he confirm to being the Bay Harbor Butcher off-camera?)--but as they say in sales: once you close a deal, stop talking. Side note: I noticed going back to season 5 that in addition to murderers, Dexter now seems ok with killing jerks too.
Update 10/15/2012 ("Buck the System" spoiler alert): Nice try Dexter, but I felt that Debra's point about the blood slide trophies scuttled your entire argument. Dang this season's good.
Update 10/22/2012 ("Run" spoiler alert): Did Debra accept Dexter's Dark Passenger already? I've really come to enjoy those confrontational "back alley" conversations between them. Are you even capable of love? Ouch. I like how Debra finally brought up Trinity (though I noticed Dexter didn't come completely clean about that as I seem to recall he misdirected the police and even foiled Trinity's suicide attempt). I'm surprised she hasn't asked about details on Doakes or the Ice Truck Killer. All in all, I concluded that Dexter shouldn't volunteer any more secrets unless absolutely necessary, like for instance, how their Dad committed suicide because of him.
Update 10/29/2012 ("Swim Deep" spoiler alert): Dang it, what a liability Dexter has become for poor Deb. I'm glad she rebuked him for misleading the police, because I always hated it whenever he did that. She STILL didn't ask him about Doakes, so maybe she never will.
Update 11/5/2012 ("Do the Wrong Thing" spoiler alert): Disappointed by the conversation (or lack of) about Lumen. Debra made it sound shady without knowing all the facts, Dexter failed to give her all the facts, and neither one even acknowledged the mind-blowing part where Debra let them both go. Also disappointed in Dexter himself: breaking his evidence tampering promise to Deb, disingenuously flirting with Hannah, and betraying his own vow to kill murderers the first chance he gets (though maybe I can give him a free pass on that last one).
Update 11/12/2012 ("Chemistry" spoiler alert): Dexter blackmailing Sal Price with Jamie within earshot? Isaak chatting with Dexter in front of a police tail? Debra setting up a hit? I would say this show is getting carried away...had I not thought that already. :) By the way, what a diss to Rita if Dexter is indeed falling in love for the first time.
Update 11/19/2012 ("Argentina" spoiler alert): I have to say this episode started off on the wrong foot when the "Previously on Dexter" segment teased the return of the incest angle. Hopefully they've cleared the air, and won't ever speak of it again. Hmm...that part near the beginning where Dexter turned down Debra pretty much mirrored what I was thinking.
Update 11/26/2012 ("Helter Skelter" spoiler alert): Quite the anticlimactic exit for Isaak. Wonder if that makes Hannah the season's villain?
Update 12/3/2012 ("The Dark...Whatever" spoiler alert): Craaazzy. Not the "twist" where Dexter broke code to kill a scumbag...that was business-as-usual. :) I mean the part where he turned over the Phantom Arsonist (a man who heard his voice) to the police (what!), Debra's spiral into prescription medication (which I don't blame her one bit for--personally, I feel like Dexter owes it to her to try to kill less), the development where LaGuerta and Matthews made Dexter their top suspect (flawed characters but definitely outside of Dexter's code), and Debra and Batista following up on a witness who could implicate Hannah and destroy Dexter's happiness! What will happen next?? I feel like Dexter's disciplined life spun out of control this season, and I like it.
Update 12/10/2012 ("Do You See What I See?" spoiler alert): This episode made me unhappy, as I felt that the ruination of Dexter's bright future could've easily been avoided had a) Dexter explicitly warned Hannah against poisoning Debra, or b) Debra just backed off. Then again, who are we kidding? We all know Dexter can't have a happy ending--that's the cruel irony of this show.
Update 12/17/2012 ("Surprise, Motherf**ker!" spoiler alert): Duuuude...great as this finale was, I think it might have scarred me for life. :P I felt like Debra died before my very eyes, condemned to Hell because of Dexter. Remember when I called Dexter a good brother? I take that back. I fear he's beyond redemption now. :( Update 2/11/2013: To clarify why I'm mad at Dexter, I believe he broke his code. Maybe not the letter of it, but definitely the spirit of it. Furthermore, I considered his "gotta protect Debra" rationalization a poor one--given that he was the one responsible for her situation!
SEASON 8 SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my thoughts on season 8 after the photo below.
Update 4/25/2013: Watched Showtime's sneak peek of a cereal aisle scene in the eighth and final season of "Dexter". Man, was Dexter really that oblivious to why Debra hates him? I guess in my head, I role-played him saying apologetic things like "I failed you as a brother" and "I don't expect you to forgive me". Maybe coming from a sociopath, that would sound insincere. Update 5/1/2013: Awesome promo videos online for season 8. One shows a time lapse of Dexter, and another shows a time lapse of Debra. Basically, both characters start out beaming and then...deteriorate.
Update 7/12/2013: Man, that Dexter's becoming a real menace. And for Dr. Evelyn Vogel to extol him shows that she's too good to be true. :)
Update 7/22/2013 ("Scar Tissue" spoiler alert): Entertainment Weekly totally spoiled that scene for me where Debra pulled Dexter out of the car. I had no idea how the car would end up in the lake though, despite that glaring clue in the "Previously on Dexter" segment. Funny how disappointed I am in Debra even though Dexter probably deserved all that and worse. For some reason it's hard to stay mad at him. :P As for Jamie's new friend, I don't think she's Dexter's type. Unlike Debra's "date men who aren't Dexter" complex, Dexter simply seems to prefer blondes. :)
Update 7/29/2013 ("This Little Piggy" spoiler alert): That's unprecedented how (justifiably) mad Dexter got at Debra. I actually felt like he forgave her too quickly, even though I did think he should forgive both her and Vogel eventually. After all, where else is Dexter going to find people who can be trusted with his secret? Side note: Way to channel Jason Voorhees. :)
Update 8/6/2013 ("A Little Reflection" spoiler alert): I see Dexter remembered the steak dinner in which Debra inadvertently talked him out of turning himself in. That's when she made that comment about the steak being "worth living for". (I only remembered that because it came from one of my favorite all-time episodes.) In contrast, Dexter seems to have forgotten what happens when he spares peoples' lives...again. :(
Update 8/13/2013 ("Dress Code" spoiler alert): Still feels like season 8 is playing it safe. I don't see them building toward a big series finale yet. Plus now that we're up to five different characters who have accepted Dexter's secret, Dexter included, I feel like this series has grown tepid.
Update 8/19/2013 ("Are We There Yet?" spoiler alert): Good riddance to that protégé storyline...although Dr. Vogel seems like the top suspect, I find it implausible that she'd have the strength to bludgeon Cassie to death. Cassie's self-proclaimed boyfriend, on the other hand, sure makes me suspicious given that I don't recall Cassie ever acknowledging any kind of romance between them. As for Dexter and Hannah, I get sad thinking about their doomed love affair. But who knows--in a show known for its twisted irony, they might actually live happily ever after.
Update 8/27/2013 ("Make Your Own Kind of Music" spoiler alert): It now seems highly unlikely to me that Dr. Vogel will survive past the series finale. Not sure Hannah will survive either, unless the show goes with a black comedic ending. I feel sorry for Debra...after everything she's done for Dexter, he hardly confides in her at all (in stark contrast to Hannah).
Update 9/9/2013 ("Goodbye Miami" spoiler alert): Dang, the final season of "Breaking Bad" has been so phenomenal that it's made the final season of "Dexter" seem boring by comparison!
Update 9/16/2013 ("Monkey In A Box" spoiler alert): Argh! This Dexter's gotten soft, and I don't like it one bit. I also hate how he and Debra restored their old relationship as if LaGuerta never happened. P.S. Good to see Rita's friend again. I always wondered what happened to her after the wedding.
Update 9/23/2013 ("Remember the Monsters?" spoiler alert): Worst "Dexter" episode ever. It's a travesty what the writers did to Debra. Utterly senseless. And why was Dexter's monster taking the blame when it was his humanity that caused it! After that choice he made at the end, I felt like I had suffered through Dexter's season of "Kumbaya" for nothing.
Update 9/24/2013: Here's how I would have ended "Dexter": first and foremost, I would not let Debra get over LaGuerta. In my alternate ending, Debra would finally resolve to stop Dexter (like maybe he causes Batista's death too or something) and corner him at a cliff. But then Dexter, out of remorse, would jump to his own death instead...his body never to be found.
...but not everyone (especially House) truly lives!
Did anyone catch House's inside joke to "Dead Poets Society"? It co-starred Robert Sean Leonard--the same actor who plays Wilson--and in the context of the "House, M.D." series finale, put an ironic twist on "Carpe diem!"
Interesting how intellectual the finale was after such an emotionally draining penultimate episode. If I ever had to eulogize House, it'd have to be a roast because coming up with even one redeeming quality would stump me. :(
Also if I were House, I'd be deathly afraid of oblivion. And I wouldn't find a life dedicated to solving puzzles very satisfying either. He should try living vicariously. :)
P.S. I still find it odd how pretty much every woman in House's life came back, including Stacy (Sela Ward), but not Cuddy.
As for the "Awake" series finale, I found that ending completely illogical...but can live with it. I initially thought that they must've just tacked the scene on--but apparently, according to the show's creator, they shot it long before cancellation.
I concluded a couple of things about the "Awake" series before I gave up trying to decipher it (minor spoiler alert):
To my discomfort, the plot never explained why the aliens came to Earth, and why they only seemed to target machinery. I'm not even convinced that the aliens meant harm, given that hostilities only flared whenever the Navy opened fire. For all we know, the aliens felt really indignant that Earth invited them with a beacon only to wage war upon them. Stay after the credits. Rating: 4
It gave me mixed feelings to hear that the 25th season of Survivor, "Survivor: Philippines", will seed each of three tribes with one past medical evacuee. Might as well just call it "Survivor: Do we have to suffer another season with Colton?" :) It'd be cool if Jonathan Penner returned at least.
A couple of my own suggestions for future Survivor seasons:
NBC cancelled "Awake". I wonder if that means that the upcoming season finale will leave the series open-ended. Here's how I think they should end it: make the "green" reality a dream (meaning Rex died in the car crash), and have Det. Britten live on in the "red" reality with his sweet wife (whom he can always have more kids with) and their future grandchild. :)
"House, M.D." ends next week too. I found the penultimate episode pretty heartwrenching. After House insisted that no afterlife exists, it dawned on me why he never resorted to suicide (dunno why it took me so long to make that connection). Personally, I never understood why House couldn't just get that leg amputated if the pain bothered him so much. But I guess curing House's misery would mean no more show.
I recently spotted a raccoon outside our cafeteria in broad daylight, raiding a trash can. Guess they're getting bolder.
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my review after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down unless you're ok with spoilers to the conclusion of the Hunger Games trilogy!
Read book: "Mockingjay" (2010) by Suzanne Collins
Remember the good old days when all Katniss had to worry about were Hunger Games? :P
"Mockingjay"...bar none the most depressing novel I've ever read. I still can't believe that this young adult book, slated to become a PG-13 movie, delved into such gore, murder, and despair. To my discomfort, Katniss spent most of the book either traumatized, sedated, hospitalized, scarred, bloodthirsty, or completely suicidal.
I particularly hated how she kept throwing herself on the front lines...so much so that it hurt my enjoyment of the book. Finnick seriously ticked me off too, when he inexplicably volunteered to play "Hurt Locker". I felt like that whole Willy Wonka mission wasted lives and wasted time (both theirs and mine).
In others words, I felt like Katniss had nothing left to prove and indirectly got a lot of good people killed. Other than that...good book. :) Rating: 7
Crazy. "The Avengers" made over 200 million dollars in its opening weekend, and shattered the box office record set by "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2". The IMAX screenings, 3-D upcharge, and midnight showings no doubt helped. Unsuprisingly, Disney/Marvel has since green-lighted a sequel. I still feel bad for the Disney chairman who resigned over that "John Carter" flop. It's like, John who? Maybe the film could've done better had they stuck with the original title, "A Princess of Mars"?
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my review after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down unless you're ok with spoilers to the Hunger Games sequel!
Read book: "Catching Fire" (2009) by Suzanne Collins
Remember the good old days when all Katniss had to worry about was starvation? :P
I found the book title's metaphor apropos, as that heinous Capitol really made my blood boil (to the point where I even had trouble sleeping). They need to burn that Capitol to the ground--that's all there is to it.
Overall, I felt that the novel started slowly but then got awesomely good in the second half. Much as I hate those Hunger Games, I couldn't help but admire how fascinating that the 75th annual games were. Like one big puzzle from the pattern of the deathtraps to the Tributes' bewildering (and heartbreaking) acts of self-sacrifice. Hopefully, the movie will help clarify all that mayhem at the end.
Katniss and her once-cute tendency to assume the worst actually vexed me this time around. It's like, just report the facts and stop biasing them with your negative, teenage conclusions. :P Eventually, I found her thoughts so dark and fatalistic that I seriously began worrying about her mental stability. But given that I'd probably suffer a nervous breakdown one mile in her shoes, I tried not to judge her too harshly. :)
In conclusion, it seems pretty clear to me that Katniss should pick Peeta over Gale. Even though I often gagged at Peeta's lovesick comments, I found his speech about the locket downright moving. Rating: 9
I saw "The Hunger Games" yet again, this time in Cinemark XD. Ever since I read I book, I've found myself appreciating the movie more and more. In fact, I could even argue that Jennifer Lawrence's portrayal of Katniss gave me more insight into the character than Katniss' own words!
I still find all that suffering in Panem rather poignant, and think that it really speaks to the human condition. I also felt that the film did a lot of things well:
I'm currently reading "Catching Fire" bit by bit. It's not like the first novel where I couldn't put it down--however, thanks to my lack of willpower, I'll more than likely be done by the time London rolls around. :P
As part of Best Buy's closure of 50 stores in 2012, looks like one of my favorite stores will permanently close next month. It's going to get harder and harder to buy WWE DVDs. :P
In one bit of good news, a new Seattle's Best Coffee store opened near my apartment. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder because man their classic mocha tasted good.
Now that Brock Lesnar returned to the WWE, I'll have a hard time suspending disbelief that anyone on the roster can beat him. Actually, I had trouble suspending disbelief even before he won the UFC Championship. The guy looks like a hulking freak of nature.
I compiled a new list of coming attractions that interest me in 2012:
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my review after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down unless you're ok with Hunger Games spoilers!
Read book: "The Hunger Games" (2008) by Suzanne Collins
Now I understand why "Hunger Games" fans flocked to the midnight screenings. I found this novel so addictive that I read all 374 pages in less than two days!
The main character Katniss impressed me and struck me as a great teenage role model. Granted, she did seem sullen, hostile, and cynical--but I admired how deeply she inspired people without even trying to. I also respected how she and Gale provided for their starving families even if it meant jeopardizing themselves more and more at Reapings.
Thanks to the book's first person narrative, I finally got valuable insight into her fiercely guarded thoughts. Namely:
The movie followed the book pretty closely except for all those new cinematic scenes outside of the Hunger Games that Katniss might have imagined, but never could have witnessed. Also, my favorite parts differed. In the movie, I couldn't forget that heartbreaking scene where Katniss, looking very vulnerable, entered the elevator tube. In the book, it moved me how the crowd at Katniss' Reaping refused to applaud and instead raised three fingers (a gesture of deep respect that the movie neglected to explain).
Other details I found noteworthy:
In conclusion, I look forward to the next two novels in the trilogy and plan to read them during my London flights. Rating: 9
Great weather at the outdoor venue for WrestleMania XXVIII (28). No issues with sunburn, humidity, rain, or wind. Helluva show, too. I honestly could not predict whether The Rock or John Cena would win. Had the match occurred anywhere else but The Rock's hometown, I probably would have predicted Cena.
Even though I always favored The Undertaker to extend his winning streak to 20-0, the false finishes still kept me riveted. Awesomely emotional ending where they all left arm-in-arm. It took me a long while to come down from something so weighty. To all the critics out there who think Undertaker should retire, what'chu talkin' bout? These past few WrestleManias, he's been having the best matches of his career!
I found it curious how the WrestleMania crowd kept chanting Daniel Bryan's "Yes! Yes! Yes!" proclamation instead of Ric Flair's "Wooo!" I heard "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the entire time I was waiting in line; I heard "Yes! Yes! Yes!" the entire time I sat in Sun Life Stadium waiting for the show, and I heard "Yes! Yes! Yes!" throughout the show. Tragically, Daniel Bryan ended up jobbing in possibly the shortest World Heavyweight Championship Match in WrestleMania history.
The first and only outdoor Hell in a CellIn conclusion, that marks my last WrestleMania unless something astronomical happens like Stone Cold coming out of retirement. I think I'll mostly miss that payoff when I gingerly walk back to my hotel room and gorge on the food and drinks that I purchased beforehand.
Earlier this evening, I met WWE legend Mick Foley in person at a WrestleMania Axxess autograph signing. Dressed in a suit and tie, he sleepily autographed a photo of himself and our conversation went something like, "Nice to meet you." Then I broke a chair over him. Just kidding.
WrestleMania's almost here.
Time flies. The WrestleMania trip that I planned a year ago finally happens this weekend. My flight to Miami departs tomorrow. Here's a sneak peek of the stadium that will host WrestleMania on Sunday:
I liked how Woody Harrelson primed us for the villains' Elmer Fudd-type behavior by calling them arrogant--but apparently he neglected to mention that they'd turn out as dumb as doorknobs too. Why did they trust Peeta? Why did they booby trap their own supplies and then act all shocked when their supplies blew up?!
All in all, I enjoyed the movie even though I was less interested in the Hunger Games' outcome than I was in the Hunger Games' downfall. Side note: I'm glad the camera eventually stopped shaking.Update 4/7/2012: Raised my rating after watching the movie in IMAX and then in D-BOX. The D-BOX wasted my money though, as the only memorable motion effects came during the firestorm. Oddly, the chair reclined and slung forward anytime Katniss shot an arrow. Rating: 8
Not sure why, but nowadays when I see movies (particularly ones in San Francisco), I like arriving really early. As a result, I sometimes end up sitting all alone in a quiet theater. Which is fine--except for those rare occasions when a mouse mistakes the theater as empty, and begins zipping up and down the floor. A couple of weeks ago, a mouse actually approached me inside the Opera Plaza Cinema (and I could've sworn it was looking at me). I don't really mind mice...but just like in that movie "Ratatouille", they do make a place feel unsanitary.
Ever since The Rock returned to WWE, I've found his promos phenomenal. I'd go so far as to call them the best I've ever heard. Did his time in Hollywood improve his charisma? Does he have a team of joke writers? Does he read crib notes? Whatever the secret formula, John Cena desperately needs to follow suit. He's getting demolished out there.
This WrestleMania could go down as one of the greatest of all time.
Wonder what those coincidences between the two realities mean in "Awake"? I'm still watching it, hoping that the series turns a corner like "Lost" and "Babylon 5" once did.
I feel like "The Walking Dead" really stepped up in quality this season. Suddenly every episode got really good. It still shocks me whenever a character dies. I suspect that's why I still have trouble remembering their names--because I don't want to get too attached to them. Sometimes those teasers catch me off guard too. Although most of them follow the series chronology, once in awhile they show a scene from the past or a scene in the future. I guess that's their way of setting the tone for each episode.
P.S. Rick's son is going to grow up so screwed up.
Caught up on some of last year's movies. Been awhile since I saw a Shakespeare one. In all honesty, his words go right over my head. I once played Hamlet's father too, in high school. The interesting takeaway from that experience: that even though I recited my monologues word for word, I'm pretty certain that nobody in the audience understood any of it. They only seemed to remember the parts where my character's temperament flared and cooled.
Since then, I've forgotten all of my lines but one: "List, list, O, list!" It's the line that made the least amount of sense to me, and I had no clue how my character should deliver it. So...I just put my own spin on it.
Manono tribe? Ma-"dodo" tribe. I could probably write some tirade about why I consider their forfeiture of tribal immunity the stupidest move in all of Survivor history, but it's like--why even dignify it?
Remember two years ago when I starred in a zero gravity ad inside the March 15, 2010 edition of Forbes magazine? Well, that exact same ad appeared again in the February 27, 2012 edition of Forbes magazine. Can you believe the irony? The worst nausea of my life, when photographed, translated into a look of such unadulterated joy that the company made me of the face of zero gravity (and probably made millions of dollars off my likeness).
In other news...despite some mighty slim pickings, I finally negotiated a front row WrestleMania ticket. Granted, it cost more than any WrestleMania I've ever attended, but the two dream matches make it worth my while.
Hopefully this marks the last time I have to comb for a WrestleMania ticket. Aside from the anxiety of coming up empty-handed each day, it tortures me having to trust strangers. Although I only got ripped off a handful of times (and recovered what I lost in almost every case), I always carry this fear in the pit of my stomach that I'll receive an empty envelope--or like in that one case--an I.O.U. (Thanks to that I.O.U. fiasco, I now bypass any and all sellers that do not have the ticket in hand.)
Additionally, in the back of my mind, I worry about counterfeit tickets. But this one looks legit. I authenticated it by comparing it to a similar one on youtube. Side note: To all you Internet users who felt the need to film your WrestleMania tickets, I thank you. :)
On a final note, I think the WWE is engineering something special to hold the Hell in a Cell. Hope it doesn't collapse on top of me. :P
Sweet...I successfully predicted all six of the Oscar winners this time. That makes my record for the last three Oscar races (a.k.a. the races with nine or more Best Picture nominees) 17-1.
I felt particularly vindicated that I stood by Meryl Streep even when the odds began mounting against her. Ever since I had screened "The Iron Lady" at its midnight premiere, I could see a third Oscar in her grasp.
I also knew I had seen something special when I screened "The Artist". I would've been dismayed if another film (or George Clooney, for that matter) had won.
Finally, props to "A Separation". It marks the first and only time that I managed to screen a foreign language Oscar winner before it got nominated.
So far I like how "Survivor: One World" has started off. One camp of women and one camp of men, feuding on the same beach. Funny how the women actually expected the men to go on with the immunity challenge. If the men had agreed to that, I would've likened them to that earlier foolhardy tribe that threw one of their challenges and lost everything.
Also, I felt that the women deserved no sympathy after they blatantly reneged on the chicken agreement. It was one thing to swipe an axe or to steal some fire back when there was no rule against it--but it was another to renege on an actual good faith agreement.
Amusingly, the one constructive deal that come out of the feud, wherein the women got fire without having to give up a chicken, was criticized as "shady".
Which reminds me...I'm really starting to notice a recurring pattern in Survivor gameplay that I don't much like. The castaways seem to rush into a five-person alliance near the beginning, and then shave it down after the merge. Borrring. I can't quite pinpoint where that trend started. (I can pinpoint where the "find the hidden idol early" trend started, though: Russell.)
In other news, I tabulated the music video rankings for 2H 2011. "Yonkers" fared badly.
HELL...IN A CELLLLLL!
As they say in the wrestling community, a mark out moment! Well, not quite. I still need to get myself a WrestleMania ticket to actually see this match. But now I have every incentive to get one. Not everyday you see the two greatest Hell in a Cell specialists of all time settling who's better once and for all.
On a lesser note, we also have The Rock vs. John Cena on the card--or as I like to think of it, The Rock vs. poor man's Rock. :)
That match will undoubtedly headline the show.
I'll try wicked hard not to attend WrestleMania 29 at the MetLife Stadium in New Jersey, even though The Rock hinted that he'd appear. I dread what that city's weather would be like this time of year. The WWE sure pushes its luck with these outdoor venues (the last outdoor WrestleMania I attended almost got poured on).
"House, M.D." ending this season? Good riddance. I can't stand the guy anymore. Just when I think he can't sink to a new low, he sinks to a new low. The most recent example: his indifference toward Chase in that last episode. Interestingly, that episode marks the third time where to my recollection, House actually apologized. But for me, an apology means squat if the person makes no effort to do better. By House's own admission, he'll never change.
I will give Dr. House one compliment, however: he makes the perfect cautionary tale for cynics like me. :)
Shocking--and yet, sadly, not shocking.
Currently listening to "One Moment In Time".
Looks like WWE wasted another potential WrestleMania match by airing it for free on TV: CM Punk vs. Daniel Bryan.
Other WrestleMania dream match opportunities that I felt the WWE wasted:
As for this upcoming WrestleMania, they need to book Undertaker vs. Triple H inside of Hell in a Cell. Make it happen WWE.
Side note: I loved Socko vs. Cobra at the Royal Rumble...that "dream match" hadn't occurred to me.
"Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Says who? :) That's what crossed my mind when I watched the open-ended series finale of "Chuck". Although I hardly followed the show, I personally felt that Chuck should never have let himself fall for that hedgehog of a spy. :)
Don't get me wrong--I think it's ok to love--I just don't think someone should addict themselves to it so passionately that they'll shrivel up and die without it. Like in my mind, careers fall in that category. I seriously think that Joe Paterno gave up living because he couldn't coach football anymore.
Over the weekend, the Directors Guild of America and Screen Actors Guild revealed their winners. So I'm now ready to disclose my own Oscar predictions for 2011:
Hope I fare better in my Oscar predictions than my Royal Rumble predictions. Yesterday I suffered my third consecutive loss.
Duh-nuh-nuh...duh...nuh-nuh-nuh. I scored myself a ticket to meet & greet Mick Foley the night before WrestleMania. Granted, I have no idea what to say to him--but it'll make for a great photo opportunity. Now I just need to secure a ticket to WrestleMania itself.
For this year's Royal Rumble Match, I predict Chris Jericho to win. He might even win without eliminating anyone, if the writers aibde by that shtick where he ostentatiously pumps up the crowd and then disappears.
Looks like I missed out on another Blindfold Match. From the year 2000 to now, I counted six Blindfold Matches in WWE. Five of them aired on TV unannounced. The one announced one actually took place less than an hour from my apartment...but tragically, it predated my decision to add Blindfold Match to my goals list. :(
In other news, I once again managed to screen every 2011 Best Picture nominee announced by the Academy. I'd rank them as follows:
Pretty surprising that "Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close" made their cut.
Can someone explain to me why some people take pictures of themselves before a movie comes on? I simply don't get it. :(
Just like "All My Children", the "One Life to Live" series finale ended with a cliffhanger. Soap operas. I didn't know the characters, so I had to look up what the ending meant.
Funny how the Cirque du Soleil interpretation of Michael almost seemed like a parody. They had a mime and clowns imitating him, and a performer in a monkey suit scampering around. I think the giant sparkle glove, which danced and gestured to "Beat It", amused me the most.
All in all, quite the production. A lot of those acrobats and dancers seemed to defy gravity with ease. Rating: 8Kinda sucks when a fast food commercial comes on, and I can't even taste whatever they're advertising. But I take my New Year's resolutions pretty seriously. One time I swore off Mountain Dew, and lasted the entire year without a single sip. Then when New Year's came around again, I immediately downed a whole can.
The "Napoleon Dynamite" cartoon premieres this Sunday. Yessssss. Afterward, I'll probably end up talking like him for awhile. :)
Looks like Edwards Santa Maria 10 now shows all of its films in Sony Digital Cinema 4K. Sweet.
As my New Year's resolution for 2012, I resolved to avoid eating anything from a fast food restaurant. I hardly patronize fast food franchises anymore anyway, so I think I can accomplish the goal. But it'll mean giving up on some guilty pleasures of mine: the occasional strawberry shake, McDonald's breakfast sandwich, and McSkillet burrito. Two important exceptions: anything from Panda Express or the IBM cafeteria. I don't want to starve. :)
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Music video | "Party Rock Anthem" LMFAO f/ Lauren Bennett | (tie) "The Lazy Song" Bruno Mars and "Yonkers" Tyler, The Creator |
TV series | (tie) "The Office" and "Survivor: Redemption Island" | "WWE Superstars" |
Commercial | Jack Link's Beef Jerky commercial where snackers go messin' with Sasquatch using sprinklers. | (tie) Cheerios commercial where blood pressure dieters sarcastically talk about the sacrifices of eating Cheerios, and Minute Maid commercial where airline employees pamper an orange juice drinker. |
Movie trailer | The Tree of Life
Honorable mentions: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, The Artist, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and The Dark Knight Rises |
(tie) Conan the Barbarian and Spy Kids: All the Time in the World in 4D |
Dessert | Our Strawberry Blonde at Cold Stone Creamery | Pancake Puppies at Denny's |
Sucks when the theater shows a preview so good that it steals the thunder from the feature presentation. Specifically, my excitement for "Mission: Impossible" waned once I saw the trailer to "The Dark Knight Rises". :(
Update 12/21/2011: Caught "The Dark Knight Rises" prologue yesterday at AMC Loews Metreon. Unintelligible. :( I'm thinking Bane might need subtitles.
Actually had trouble sleeping after last Sunday's episode of "Dexter". I think I'm worried that after five great seasons, one of my favorite shows is about to jump the shark.
My misgivings actually started in the very first scene of season six. I felt that Dexter did something unusually reckless. From there, I began growing more and more critical of Dexter's risks--risks that I found pretty careless for someone who dedicated his whole life to avoiding death by electric chair/lethal injection. As the saying goes, "loose lips sink ships".
Update 12/19/2011: Man, what a sadistic way to end this arguably throwaway season. I have to wait 9 months now?? :(
If someone provoked me hard enough, I could see myself thinking much like the Charlize Theron character. :) I still remember a couple of occasions where someone called my job as a technical writer "boring". First of all, how rude do you have to be to call someone's livelihood "boring" right to their face. Second of all, I don't have to defend my career to some nobody (of course, I couldn't say any of that aloud because one of them was a little kid and the other one was closely related to an in-law). :)
So yeah, as a fellow writer I highly respected what the Charlize Theron character accomplished. Granted, her actual name on the cover might've given her ego more strokes, but I think people would've forgotten her either way. :)
Man, I hate it when movie patrons discuss spoilers as they're walking out of the theater. I find that making my eyes wander helps my brain to block the voices out. Telling myself not to listen doesn't seem to work for me. :P
Thinking back, it's a good thing I wasn't looking forward to "Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn". I think Part 1 set some kind of spoiler record for me. First, a co-worker gave away the central plot twist; then I went on to see it in a magazine, an Internet article, and the official trailer. :P If that wasn't bad enough, the reception I heard in the audience when Bella pitched a certain baby name totally clued me in to its gender!
Despite huge gains in the U.S. stock market today and the eroding affect of inflation, I still haven't invested a large chunk of my life savings. Why, you ask? Well--ever since that last U.S. recession scare, I grew attached to the comforting notion that neither a market crash nor a bad investment could ever take that money away.
Hmm...we're almost midway through the second season of "The Walking Dead", and I still don't know what that scientist whispered to Rick Grimes (last Sunday's episode torpedoed my top theory). The show's ok, but often times I get the urge to smack a character because I feel they lack vigilance or talk too freaking much--particularly the ones that get all melodramatic.
Update 12/1/2011: It still shocks me how no one in that show seems safe. Hate to say it, but that Shane character seems like a necessary evil.
Amusingly, I correctly predicted the #1 worst airport in CNN's countdown: Chicago O'Hare International Airport. I can't even remember how many times I got delayed there--it actually got to the point where I stopped booking connections through there.
Generally, I've observed that the morning flights seem less likely to get delayed or cancelled. Too bad I hate waking up that early. :)
So far this religiously themed season of "Dexter" hasn't impressed me that much. Maybe because I consider it a foregone conclusion that Dexter would go straight to Hell. :P
Last Sunday's Simpsons episode about the food blog started making me curious about Ethiopian cuisine. Not sure that I'd dare subject my stomach to it though. Maybe I'll ask around.
I actually have gelato on my goals list, but resolved only to cross it off once I've tasted it in Italy. Historically, I applied that same rule to my philly cheese steak, deep dish pizza, white clam apizza, and gumbo goals.
Also, I thought about clearing my checkmark for the Flight 93 National Memorial now that a more formal memorial has replaced the temporary one.
Caught the Dr. Conrad Murray verdict live on CNN. He sure looked stoic. The defense attorney, in contrast, looked like he was crying.
As I predicted, WrestleMania tickets sold like mad last weekend. Instead of just lining up for the best available seat like I should have, I got distracted browsing the Official Platinum Seats and found myself empty-handed. Can you believe it...$10,000 for one platinum front row seat! Ten thousand dollars. That's straight up insane.
So between now and April, I'll scout for a ticket much closer to my price range. The main event of Rock vs. Cena might just make this WrestleMania one of the hardest shows to get a good seat for. But I have time and patience on my side. :)
I love Ticketmaster's new Interactive Seat Map (when it works). It can actually pinpoint my exact seat location in proximity to the ring. My days of buying a "safety" ticket might be over. :)
Although that movie "Drive" didn't overly impress me, I did enjoy the song that played during the end credits. The song inspired me to think up my top ten favorite end credit songs of all-time:
Operation: Trojan Horse on "Survivor: South Pacific"...I like it! :) Not because Ozzy volunteered himself to duel against Christine at Redemption Island (in my opinion, a harebrained gamble given Christine's hatred for her own tribe)--but because of that crafty little lie that Cochran played their hidden immunity idol to put him there. Regardless of who wins the duel at Redemption Island, Coach's 6-person alliance would want to flip someone on Ozzy's alliance, i.e., Cochran, to ensure numbers at the merge. Theoretically, Cochran could spy on them and feed them disinformation so they vote for an immune player. In effect, team Ozzy would be planting a mole on team Coach. I recall that a similar gambit didn't quite work against the Heroes tribe--but it might work against Coach's tribe. :)
By the way, that seemed awfully sacrilegious for Coach to lead a group prayer for finding a hidden immunity idol that Coach already had. Later on, he prayed to God to help them win an immunity challenge too (at the expense of the other tribe). It's things like this that make me despise Coach worse than the villain whom he and Brandon keep condemning, Russell. Say what you will about Russell--at least he never struck me as a hypocrite.
Recently when I read the premise of an offensive new zombie project, "Army of the Dead", I began thinking to myself that maybe I need a new movie rating even lower than a 1 rating. Maybe I need a 0 rating, aimed specifically at movies so offensive that I have vowed never to see them. Examples:
Last night's tribal council reminded me of another trap that Survivor players seem to fall into: exposing their alliances. Survivor does not allow anyone to abstain, so two of last night's "swing" players had to pick between two sides. Thinking themselves clever (?), they both hedged and threw their votes away toward a player that wasn't in jeopardy. The problem with that tactic--now the whole tribe knows about the secret alliance between the two of them! As a result, both sides will likely trust them less now. Like the saying in Survivor goes, "If you're not with me, you're against me."
Similarly, it always bewilders me whenever the players try to win the challenge that requires them to target fellow tribemates. If it were me, I'd try to veil my ranking of my tribemates by either a) subtly throwing the challenge or b) targeting my tribemates indiscriminately.
Another "longshot" that the band didn't play: "Hello" (which I lamented about the last time as well). Whenever a classic piano raised up to the stage, it got my hopes up. :) They did play all my other favorites, at least, i.e., "Bring Me To Life", "Going Under", "Lithium" and "My Immortal" (in the very last encore). I also liked their new one, "What You Want".
P.S. I nodded off during Rival Sons. :( Rating: 8
I'm curious why I still see lots of people and traffic whenever I take off work on a weekday. Don't they have work or school? :(
Thanks to IMAX Big Movie Week at AMC Theatres, I got to watch "Inception" once again. I have now seen this movie a record-shattering 11 times in a theater (once this year and 10 times last year).
Next, I experienced "Star Trek" in IMAX for the first time. Having gotten past my initial shock over the destruction of Vulcan and all the "Star Trek" canon that this movie cut a swath through, I was able to appreciate the movie much more. :)
On the final day of the Big Movie Week, I caught "Fast Five" in IMAX. I thought the D-BOX might have spoiled me, but I still enjoyed the movie.
Hopefully, despite the dismal lack of attendance at all three screenings, we'll see more Big Movie Weeks to come.
Lately, I've started avoiding screenings where "mature adults" tend to congregate. In terms of making noise, I'm actually thinking they might be worse than teenagers! I still remember three separate occasions where the repetitive sound of an old person's loud, obnoxious yawning soured my enjoyment of a movie. :(
Hehe, my cable box had a free episode of the Dexter season 6 premiere--a free censored episode, that is. Debra had so many expletives edited out that she sounded like a phone call breaking up.
A revolutionary for the home computer (I still have an Apple IIe at my apartment), the Macintosh, and the iPod et al. The guy was a visionary, pure and simple.
As much as I hate the Internet, I came to the conclusion that it's the only thing I need in my final years on this Earth. You can take away my car; you can take away all of my possessions; you can stick me in a rest home...but as long as my room has Internet, I'll be fine. :)
On another subject, I finally answered a long-time question of mine: what is the opposite of a cynic? The answer my brain came up with: a romantic. And the opposite of a hardened cynic: a hopeless romantic. But when I say "romantic", I mean someone who romanticizes life. One might argue that an optimist or an idealist would be the opposite of a cynic. But personally, I think that a pessimist and a realist make better antonyms for those two terms.
Some interesting thoughts that I gleaned from the film:
In addition, I found the filmmaker's high-risk pregnancy and dying father interesting even though I couldn't see the "connection" to the theme of the movie. As for the filmmaker's addictions to her smartphone and social networking: I've never understood that craze--I keep my monochrome cell phone off for most of the month, and have yet to get an account on Facebook, Twitter, or YouTube. Rating: 6
Was that "All My Children" finale some kind of practical joke? After a week of some awesome episodes, the final scene ended in a cliffhanger! We didn't get to see who JR shot at the party; Stuart (my all-time favorite character, back from the dead) never showed up; and David never revealed the identity of the final patient he resurrected! I liked how they concluded Erica's storyline at least--self-centered to the very end. :)
On that same day, our viewing parties of "Lost" wrapped up. I wrote one last "Lost" synopsis prior to the final episode. SPOILER ALERT if you haven't watched the sixth season yet.
This Friday, "Lost" concludes with a cataclysmic 2-part series finale!
Ever since Oceanic Flight 815 landed safely at LAX, nary any of the passengers seemed to recollect their time on a remote island. Jack reconnected with his son and got to know his half-sister, Claire. Sawyer, now a police officer, apprehended fugitives Kate and Sayid. Locke finally consented to spinal surgery for his paraplegia. Hurley enjoyed his millionaire lifestyle, oblivious to any bad luck that had cursed him in another life...that is, until Desmond deliberately steered him into a moment that brought all of his memories flooding back. What does Desmond know that the others don't?
Meanwhile on the island where Oceanic Flight 815 crashed, Jacob has chosen to bestow his omniscient powers onto Jack in an effort to stop Locke from escaping and infecting the world with evil. Locke, in the meantime, has learned of a "weapon" immune to the island's electromagnetic energy: Desmond. And now, Locke doesn't just want to escape the island...he wants to destroy it!
Will Jack, Kate, Sawyer, and Hurley be able to thwart Locke? Will more Oceanic Flight 815 passengers regain their memories? What is Desmond up to? Will all of the series' questions be answered? (No.) And how will it all end? Tune in this Friday for the climactic 2-part series finale!
Hehe, I heard that IBM's Watson is being used to diagnose illnesses now, like a computer version of House, M.D. Hope it doesn't become a jerk and self-destruct. :)
I finally finished booking my vacation to London next year. My itinerary:
Looks like I'll be seeing the Olympic cauldron, Big Ben, and Buckingham Palace too.
Recently, I toyed with the idea of visiting New York on the tenth anniversary of 9/11 despite the terrorist alert. It mostly depended on whether two of the greatest players of all time, Federer and Nadal, advanced to the finals of the U.S. Open (the one Grand Slam finals missing from their famous rivalry). It would've been a rare opportunity to see them both play in the United States. To both my disappointment and relief, Federer lost the Saturday semi-finals (barely) and shot down any consideration I had about a last-minute, security-heightened trip.
In the meantime, I added another goal to my list: the National September 11 Memorial & Museum, which consists of two pools where the Twin Towers once stood (open to the public tomorrow) and a museum (scheduled to open a year from now). I'd like to see the new Flight 93 National Memorial as well.
I had to record the dedication ceremonies since they followed the same timeline as the events of 9/11. As I mentioned previously, I was still asleep when the Twin Towers collapsed. When I first heard the news as I drove to work, I mistook it for fiction and turned off the radio. But when I saw folks crowded around the TV in the cafeteria, that's when I knew. I spent the rest of that day in a somber mood, monitoring the news, and listening to that Enya song "Only Time" a lot.
A recent 9/11 interview of George Bush finally answered a long-time question of mine: what went through his mind when the aide whispered the news of the second plane in his ear. Initially, Bush said that he felt angry--but because of all those kids and TV cameras fixated on him, reasoned that he better act calm. He also regarded the Pentagon attack as a declaration of war, and explained his reason for flying back to the White House despite the objections (he didn't want to give the terrorists the satisfaction of seeing him address the American people from a hidden bunker rather than the Oval Office).
After I screened the dedication ceremonies, I caught the women's final of the U.S. Open. The rules of professional tennis seem arbitrary to me, and never cease to confuse me. By some technicality, the chair umpire deducted a set point from Serena Williams for loudly celebrating a winning shot just a tad too early. It clearly looked accidental on Serena's part, and the shot looked like a clear winner, but the umpire penalized her as if she had committed intentional hindrance. I have to side with Serena on this one, but will also concede that she might have overreacted a bit. :)
A couple of the mixed doubles rules confused me as well. Apparently, they play a tiebreaker to 10 points in place of a third set. Also, they play the deuce point similar to "sudden death" without any advantage in or out points. Admittedly, I think I might have followed that latter rule during my doubles matches in high school. My memory's foggy. By the way, congratulations to Melanie Oudin and Jack Sock for winning the title in a really suspenseful match. Maybe I'm not a jinx after all. :)
Here's a strange nightmare for you...I dreamt that I was driving on the freeway and falling asleep at the wheel. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't keep my eyes open. But it wasn't like "Inception", where it led to a dream within a dream. :)
I noticed that my nightmares tend to horrify me psychologically rather than physically. Some of my most recurring ones:
Caught a Hitchcock double feature at the Stanford Theatre last weekend. Pretty cool to pay only two dollars for a popcorn and soda. Also at the end of the screening, an organist rose up to stage level and played some tunes.
I'm starting to like old movies more and more. They seem classier than the films nowadays--no profanity, sex, or graphic violence. Even the villains seem civil.
I once read a term in Wikipedia, "jumping the couch", that symbolized a turning point for when a person's reputation plummeted. The term spawned from that Tom Cruise incident on the Oprah Winfrey Show, and I find it apropos for celebrities like Chris Brown, Mel Gibson, and Donald Trump.
After the most recent season finale of "House", I thought way back to the exact turning point for when I had lost all respect for that character. I narrowed it down to two incidents:
Similarly, I tried to nail down the incident that made me lose the most respect for Monk:
Basically, I began to think of Monk as an immature baby rather than a grown-up adult. :(
I finally decided to change my least favorite movie of all-time to "Jackass: The Movie", given that it's the only film that I ever wanted to erase from my memory. Previously, I had regarded "In the Army Now" as the worst movie I'd ever seen.
Other movies that I rated a 1:
Pretty short list given how many awful movies I've seen in my lifetime. Goes to show how much that these films offended me.
Character | Crowd exclamation |
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Mark | "But Johnny's my best friend!" |
Lisa | "Because I'm a slut!" |
Lisa's mother | "Because you're a woman!" |
I have to stop monitoring the stock market. After tracking its ups and downs for a couple of weeks, I concluded that it pretty much came full circle. My financial advice: look at the absolute monetary number over time, not the exact points/percentage that the index rose or fell each day.
I also started monitoring bird poop splatter on my car. Even when I avoided parking underneath tree branches, birds pooped on my car anyway. To my confusion, most of that splatter appeared on the side windows--not the top--as if they dive bombed from an angle. In any case, parking my car a long distance from the IBM lab appears to have solved the problem.
I finally watched that music video "Friday" by Rebecca Black. Not the worst song I ever heard, but in the same ballpark. :P
Finished tabulating the music video results for 1H 2011. Funny how much of a chasm separated "Black and Yellow" (#30) from the other 29 songs.
One note to all you LASIK candidates out there: rest assured that the movie depicted the procedure all wrong. At a minimum, one assistant has to attentively moisten your eye so that it doesn't dry out. Also, I've seen a gymnist fall off the uneven bars before--and she did not shatter like porcelain. :) Rating: 7
I finally looked up planking on the Internet. Das funny. Mind-numbingly stupid...but funny.
Last Friday I happened to catch an episode of that soap opera that's ending soon, "All My Children". I actually used to follow "All My Children" before WWE took over my life. If you think about it, soap operas and pro-wrestling have a lot in common:
Based on my own observations, I brainstormed a list of soap opera rules:
Interestingly, I stopped watching "All My Children" because the show systematically destroyed every single positive relationship that I ever cared about--the last being that great fraternal bond between Dimitri and Edmund. When I learned that Maria cheated on Edmund with Dimitri, it became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Similarly, it annoys me in general when characters seem incapable of building platonic relationships with the opposite sex. It's almost as if Hollywood can't grasp the concept. I think that's why I like watching the scenes between Dexter & Debra, and Harry & Hermione.
Guess it finally happened: Embarcadero Center Cinema vs. Sundance Kabuki Cinemas. I had to pick one or the other to screen "Another Earth" in. Embarcadero Center Cinema won out. :) I really like parking in their underground lot for free, and sipping a mocha in one of their roomy theaters.
Update 8/3/2011: I watched "Another Earth" again, and raised my rating of it. The film seemed a lot less pretentious the second time around. :) I gave up trying to wrap my head around the physics though--in particular, how long it would take to complete a trajectory from our Earth to the other Earth. This time around, I booked an 'Over 21' Show at Kabuki Cinemas. Other than the welcome absence of teenagers and kids, I didn't see much benefit. Alcoholic drinks (and Peet's coffee) don't appeal to me. Plus I misjudged the seat I reserved, and afterward had to pay $3.75 for parking. :)
A new neighbor moved into the apartment next to mine. Polite as can be. Doesn't play loud music. Doesn't scream to himself. Doesn't even laugh hard. He does, however, like to sit outside. I can feel him looking at me as I come up and down the stairs. I shouldn't let that bother me, right? Right?
While watching CNN, I saw a headline about "Borders closing" and must've waited at least half-an-hour for the news anchor to cover it. Nothing. It made me remember why I prefer reading news on the Web.
Hmmm...if the Internet replaces paper and microfiche, what will that mean for historical news archives? Just recently I tried to read an old 2009 Internet article about short track speedskaters...and the article was gone.
Man, what happened. I thought USA had that 2011 Women's World Cup won--but it slipped away twice! Am I a soccer jinx? Last year something similar happened--I tuned into a USA World Cup game for the very first time, and Haiti eliminated them.
Looks like the movie left out some notable parts of the book:
Now that "Harry Potter" concluded, I decided to rank all of the films from my favorite to least favorite:
Interesting. That famous music producer whom people occasionally mistake me for, DJ Steve Aoki, will hold a dance party in San Luis Obispo on December 1. Hehe, wouldn't it be funny if I grew my hair out and showed my driver's license at the VIP entrance? Naah. But seriously, some people actually mistook me for him.
Ever hear of that movie "Another Earth"? It hasn't come out yet, but the Web site asks what you would do if you met a quantum double of yourself. I think I know what I would do: I'd live vicariously through him. :)
Surprising verdict in that Casey Anthony murder trial. I could never reconcile why anyone would wait 31 days to report their daughter missing, and why someone would lie to the police over an "accidental" death. But I guess without the actual cause of death, the jury couldn't conclude with certainty that Caylee Anthony had actually been murdered.
Unlike the courtroom dramas I watch on TV, those closing arguments for the live trial took forever. Even though I found them intellectually stimulating, I couldn't help but change the channel. I also found the reading of the verdict anticlimactic. If I ever read a verdict aloud, I'd probably pause dramatically before the "not guilty". :)
A milestone for my 2004 Toyota Corolla: I passed 200,000 miles today.
While watching "Cars 2", I felt a pang of anxiety when the world race took them to England. So much left to plan still, like hotel, flight, transportation, schedule, and the rest of my Olympics tickets. I narrowed down my goals as follows:
Pretty cloudy here in Seattle. Today I drove down to a couple of old "Twin Peaks" filming locations at North Bend and Snoqualmie:
Side note: My flash photography caused a minor stir.
North Bend appeared more modernized than I imagined, e.g., it had businesses like Chevrolet and Shell.
By the way, parking sure sucks in Seattle. Almost reminds me of San Francisco.
Update: Finally finished that grilled salmon sandwich I bought yesterday from the Market Grill (inside Pike Place Market). It'll be hard going back to farm-raised salmon. :)
Pretty sunny here in Seattle. I'm staying at the Executive Hotel Pacific, which didn't seem too expensive until I found out what they charge for overnight parking. :( At least they have a Seattle's Best Coffee by the lobby.
Prior to finding the original Starbucks, I mistakenly patronized their sister store in the same area. After getting directions from the cashier, I went around the corner and quietly tossed their mocha in the trash without even sipping it. :(
Wrong Starbucks (sister store)
Historic Starbucks (first store)
Update 6/24/2011: Ate here again before my flight back to San Jose, and enjoyed Ivar's Wild Alaskan Smoked Salmon Chowder and a Fresh Copper River Red King Salmon fillet.
Setlist for the concert:
Happy 100th birthday to IBM! Why did cnn.com call us "stodgy" though? Grr...
The penalty for my traffic ticket...$244. The convenience of online traffic school...priceless. I learned something too--never to underestimate the stupidity of teenagers. From the course material:
TRUNKING
A new trend amongst teenagers, called "trunking", is a growing problem in California. "Trunking" is simply riding as a passenger in a moving vehicle while locked in the trunk. The obvious reason teenagers engage in this act is to get around the restrictions previously discussed regarding the prohibition of transporting any passengers under the age of 20 while holding a provisional license. A first offense violation for riding in the trunk of a moving vehicle carries a fine of $100 dollars for both the driver and the passenger.
I have a number of events coming up:
I'm starting to like that San Francisco theater, Landmark Embarcadero Center Cinemas, more than I like the Sundance Kabuki Cinemas. In addition to early screenings of limited release movies, I like the Embarcadero theater's concession stand mocha and convenient underground parking (free with validation). To the best of my recollection, I've screened "Lust, Caution", two Danny Boyle films, "Meek's Cutoff" (which never came to San Jose), and most recently "The Tree of Life" (winner of the Palme d'Or) there.
Guess I lucked out last night--when I went to see "The Tree of Life", I literally bought the last ticket before it sold out.
Continuing my tradition of watching series finales, I caught the last episode of The Oprah Winfrey Show. I respect Oprah for teaching positive messages despite a childhood that sounded alarmingly close to that movie "Precious". In her final episode, she shared some of the following "life lessons" with the audience:
I can attest to the "energy" life lesson. One time in college, I had a wake-up call where a girl I liked snapped at me for complaining too much. It was so awkward that we never spoke again. As a result, I paid closer attention to the negativity I emitted, and reminded myself never to lash out at friends no matter how dejected I felt.
Speaking of inspirations, the lottery results came back for next year's Summer Olympics. I won one swimming ticket to two of Michael Phelps' best events. London 2012, baby...first time in my life that I fly overseas.
Received a pretty lame traffic ticket near the Stoneridge Mall in Pleasanton. The officer cited me for 22100(A) - unsafe right turn because I had cut across two lanes to make a belated right turn. It didn't matter to him that I had pre-checked that both lanes were clear. He said that what if a car had its headlights off and I didn't see it (as if safer driving could protect me from a car with no headlights). Next time plan ahead when making a right turn, he patronized. He also "did me a favor" by only warning me about a dead light on my license plate. I practically had to bite my lip to keep a sarcastic remark from coming out. :)
Guess I can look forward to another eight hours of traffic school. Interestingly, I've never gotten a ticket for the same infraction twice. I've gotten one for speeding, one for running a red light, and now one for an unsafe right turn.
Well, May 21 came and went without any Rapture. Actually, I don't know what scares me more: Judgment Day or the possibility that everything happens for no reason.
Speaking of purposes in life, I read that Apolo Ohno decided to train for a marathon. A penny for this guy's bucket list. It probably has goals like "win Olympic gold medals" and "win the mirror ball trophy". I wonder if he ever gets tired of chasing greatness.
R.I.P. "Macho Man" Randy Savage. He was another one of those pro-wresters that in all likelihood, I could bring up in a conversation without the other person responding, "Who?"
Congratulations to Boston Rob for finally winning Survivor! Well-deserved and long overdue.
The last time I visited Santa Maria, I purchased a Seattle's Best mocha everyday at the Borders in San Luis Obispo...and savored each cup. (Both of the Borders cafes that I patronized in the Silicon Valley closed down.)
Also began stocking up on Kodak 800 film from Walgreens. Once that runs out, I'll be forced into buying a digital camera.
Sometimes when I get really bad hay fever, I resort to an antihistamine-decongestant tablet from my limited stock of discontinued blue 4-hour Chlor-Trimeton. Even though the pills expired years ago, they still work better than anything else I ever tried. :P
In movie news, that "Final Destination 5" is starting to look pretty evil. If LASIK surgery and acupuncture unnerve you, then better steer clear of that trailer. :)
I actually still have nightmares that I need glasses again. In fact, I think that's my #1 most recurring nightmare. I'm not sure why.
I planned a vacation day last Monday so I could redeem one of my VIP tickets at the Camera 7 (they gave me two of them as a refund for my D-BOX chair not working). After hearing about bin Laden's death, I turned that Monday into a day of celebration.
First I bought my favorite ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery, a "signature creation" called the Strawberry Blonde. Strawberry ice cream, strawberries, graham cracker pie crust, caramel, and whipped topping. Man it's good.
Then I walked next door and redeemed my free coupon for a movie perfectly suited to D-BOX, "Fast Five". If you're debating whether to pay the extra $8 to see "Fast Five" in D-BOX, take it from me: it's totally worth it. The motion effects made my seat come alive as the drivers floored the gas and whipped their cars around. The off-road vehicle, in particular, had me bouncing in my chair.
I finished another "Lost" synopsis for my co-workers' viewing party. SPOILER ALERT if you haven't watched the fifth season of "Lost" yet.
This Friday, "Lost" concludes its fifth season with a cataclysmic 2-part finale!
In 1977, a catastrophic incident occurred on the island. To "save the world" from an electromagnetic disaster, the Dharma Initiative built a dome-shaped station called "The Swan". Inside, a shipwrecked survivor named Desmond Hume had to press a button every 108 minutes to release the build-up of electromagnetic energy. But on one fateful day, Desmond forgot to press the button...and Oceanic Flight 815 crash-landed on the island as a result.
But what if the catastrophic incident never occurred? What if the Dharma Initiative never had to build The Swan? What if Desmond never had to press the button? And what if Oceanic 815 never crashed? Crash survivor Jack Shephard intends to find out. Trapped in 1977, Jack and Sayid have resolved to detonate a hydrogen bomb at the birthplace of The Swan. If their bold plan succeeds in annihilating the electromagnetic energy there, then history could change and the original Oceanic Flight 815 could land safely at LAX.
Meanwhile in 2007, Ben Linus has resigned to join John Locke instead of trying to murder him all the time. Locke's first order of business: visit the revered leader of Richard and the Others, Jacob. But to Ben's astonishment, Locke doesn't just want to visit Jacob...he wants to assassinate him.
Just who is this Jacob? Why does Locke want to kill him? Will Jack's plan succeed? Why did Richard tell Sun that all of her friends died in 1977? What is the agenda of those armed, cult-like airline passengers who kidnapped Lapidus? And why does this show have so many coincidences? Tune in this Friday for the climactic 2-part season finale!
Finished screening my DVR footage of the royal wedding. I recorded 6 hours from CNN and 6 hours from ABC, and then decided to erase the entire CNN recording. In my opinion, Piers Morgan and Anderson Cooper covered the thing like a news story--whereas Barbara Walters and Diane Sawyer treated the event more like a fairy tale.
Paradoxically, I do enjoy weddings (well, traditional American weddings at least). I like how the opening notes of "Here Comes the Bride" cue the congregation to stand up. I like how the groom watches the bride walk up the aisle. And I like the ending where the minister introduces the new husband and wife.
England's royal formalities fascinate me for some reason. I like following the line of succession and watching the curtseys. Apparently, even the Queen's relatives have to curtsey to Catherine now (except for Camilla when Prince Charles is present).
Looks like Ayn Rand and I have something in common: we're both ethical egoists (the belief in individual achievement over team achievement). Case in point: back when I led a workgroup that started up a wiki site, I credited and rewarded each author based on how much they individually contributed. If I had taken the "ethical altruistic" approach, I would have tried to motivate each author to contribute for the good of the business. Alas, the cynic in me would never trust employees to produce their best work thanklessly. :)
My main problem with Ayn Rand's philosophy: how does it prevent corruption? How do you avoid the Bernie Madoffs and the companies that pollute and destroy our world?
Our Federal and state governments may take forever to draft a budget, but they're certainly speedy on one thing: collecting my taxes. Their promptness in this area never ceases to amaze me. This year I mailed my taxes on Monday morning, and the money disappeared from my checking account a mere two days later on Wednesday. Then two days after that on Friday, California deposited my check.
Am I growing more and more cynical? Case in point: while waiting for a movie to start at the Sundance Kabuki Cinemas, I could hear someone inhaling and exhaling behind me. I don't know if the guy had obesity issues or what, but hearing his heavy breathing annoyed the heck out of me. I couldn't say anything either, because what could I say? "Excuse me sir, must you breathe so hard?"
I also found that I get irritated whenever total strangers whistle, sing aloud, or laugh hysterically in public. Possibly because deep down inside, I envy their happiness and feel like they're flaunting their joy to the whole world.
Hehe...time to tap my temple and call myself smart. Even though WrestleMania 28 doesn't take place until April 2012, I already booked a room at the only (?) hotel next to the Sun Life Stadium. You might be wondering: what if the WWE cancels Rock vs. Cena? I can live with that, so long as I get to see The Undertaker reach the 20-0 milestone in his WrestleMania streak. And this time, I won't even bother calling this WrestleMania my last. Every time I say that, the WWE finds a way to pull me back in.
Edge retired from WWE? Das not cool. I guess by attending WrestleMania 27, I got more than I bargained for...I got to see Edge's final match.
If I had to pick my all-time favorite WWE matches, Edge would dominate my list. Come to think of it, the Edge matches that I enjoyed the most took place at WWE pay-per-views that I personally attended:
Hardcore Match at WrestleMania 22: Edge w/ Lita vs. Mick FoleyMatt Elrod. Survivor player. Nicest guy. Squeaky clean. Worships God. Gets voted out of Boston Rob's tribe after showing good sportmanship. Lives in exile on Redemption Island. Somehow manages to win six straight duels to stay alive. Finally comes back in the game. Decides to forgive Boston Rob for his betrayal...and then, at the very next tribal council, gets voted out AGAIN by Boston Rob's tribe (back to Redemption Island)! Wow. I'm not even sure why. Either they completely distrusted him, or they didn't want to risk voting for an immune Zapatera player, or both. In any case, you gotta feel bad for the guy. My question now is...can Matt extend his streak to 12-0??
...The Rock has come back to WrestleMania! I waited about seven years to watch him lay the smackdown, and cross that goal off my list. Though now I'm thinking I need to attend WrestleMania next year to see him compete in an actual match. In fact, the WWE already announced that he will face John Cena at WrestleMania 28!
Other than Hulk Hogan, I can't think of any pro-wresters as famous as The Rock. For instance, I'm not sure how many non-wrestling fans would know who I meant if I talked about Stone Cold Steve Austin or The Undertaker.
Speaking of the Undertaker, what a brilliantly suspenseful match (that should have closed out the show). It seriously looked like Triple H would end that WrestleMania streak. In my judgment, that streak has grown into the greatest dramatic storyline in pro-wrestling today. I can't think of any higher stakes than the defense of a perfect WrestleMania record. Championships, in contrast, just come and go (sometimes on a monthly basis).
I almost wished I had watched the match on TV. Some rude morons in the front row kept standing up and down in front of me (and security didn't care). Made it really hard for me to take pictures. I mean, I could bear fans standing up long enough for me to stand up behind them--but it's rude to ceaselessly stand up and down like a jack-in-the-box. I finally just crept up next to them in the aisle when The Rock came out.
Stone Cold StunnerI came up with a new best practice for attending WrestleMania: leave food and drinks in your hotel room for when you come back hungry, thirsty, and exhausted. Restaurants and room service tend to close shop by the time WrestleMania ends, and insufferable pro-wrestling fans like to fill up those late night joints.
My flight to Atlanta sucked. The rocky descent made me airsick, and the kid in front of me puked and the vomit stunk up the cabin. I kept it together though. I haven't thrown up in 24 years, and just like the Undertaker I intend to keep my streak alive. :)
I decided to attend WrestleMania Axxess this year, primarily to snap pictures of our department bee. Our department started a tradition where we pass around a stuffed bee (wearing a black I "Bee" M shirt) and make jokes about where we took it, e.g., a yoga session or a Lakers game. I happened to get the bee right before WrestleMania.
Anyway, I had to show the bee to WWE security when a guard noticed a big bump in my jacket pocket. They laughed at me.
Update 4/3/2011: WrestleMania soon. I booked a great hotel room within walking distance from the Georgia Dome. I don't get why the bedroom has a full-length window to the shower though. Good thing I'm here alone. :P
My lukewarm attitude toward this Sunday's WrestleMania grew into eager anticipation after that last episode of WWE Raw. I felt that Shawn Michaels really jump-started that lackluster Undertaker vs. Triple H feud. It glued me to the TV when Triple H called upon the Undertaker to retire, and when the Undertaker bragged about ending Shawn Michaels' career. The possibility of DX vs. the Undertaker's streak intrigues me. Nowadays in my opinion, the suspense over that WrestleMania streak overshadows any championship match-up they got. (Side note: After Triple H contrasted himself from Shawn Michaels by claiming, "I have to win," I looked up Triple H's WrestleMania record: 7 wins, 7 losses. The Undertaker's WrestleMania record: 18 wins, 0 losses.)
Great mic work from The Rock, John Cena, and The Miz. I feel that when Cena gets serious and cuts out all the jibba jabba, then he can really deliver a good promo. Now I can look forward to The Rock laying the smackethdown on him at WrestleMania. (Just hope The Rock doesn't trip again.)
P.S. When I saw Kane mimicking Santino's trumpet celebration, I thought back to an old WWE video game that used to confuse me with its illogical plot twists. For instance, one time Kane mugged my video game character backstage and stole the WWE title belt off his shoulder. Afterward, the roster listed Kane as the new WWE champion! In another ridiculous vignette, Kane danced in the ring alongside Too Cool. (The real Kane never would have done that.)
Speaking of streaks, that devout Christian Matt has now gone 5-0 in duels on Redemption Island! That guy would've made a great candidate for the "Heroes vs. Villains" season. He basically got voted out for showing good sportsmanship to the other tribe, and doesn't even seem that bitter about it. If he gets quickly eliminated from the game after everything he went through, then I'm going to conclude that this Redemption Island concept completely wasted my time.
Now that the Zapatera tribe has lost their third straight immunity challenge, I'd like to nominate them as the dumbest tribe in Survivor history. Just as I had foretold, throwing that challenge to get rid of Russell early proved to be a huge, stupid mistake. Now Rob's tribe has them outnumbered. Man what a bunch of maroons.
P.S. Ever notice that during Phillip's interviews, the caption for his occupation has a question mark after it , i.e., "Former Federal Agent?"
About one and a half weeks until I fly to Atlanta. I saw that the WWE booked Snooki from "Jersey Shore" in a WrestleMania match. Ehhhh...ok. Next to those other wrestlers, she looks like a hobbit to me.
Also put my name in the hat for a bunch of Summer Olympics tickets. In addition to swimming, I requested tennis and women's gymnastics. Basically I shot for the moon since last time I only won one ticket (albeit a good one).
Finally found a YouTube clip of that scary ghost scene from "Kairo". Whereas American horror movies tend to bore me, Japanese horror scenes like this one paralyze me with fear. Maybe it's genetics. :)
Looks like in that last "House" episode, House unlocked the secret to fighting apathy: live vicariously.
A few episodes ago, the show had a patient who could remember every single bad event in her life (an exaggerated version of me, basically). She followed a rule wherein she would only forgive someone if their good deeds outnumbered their bad deeds. Pretty flawed formula, if you ask me. I think that realistically, you also need to factor in a "statute of limitations", how much a person changed over time, and whether they ever felt remorse. For me, cynicism helps. By accepting that people will let me down at one time or another, I think it's easier not to take things personally.
Dude...explosions, fires, radiation leaks, and the threat of a nuclear meltdown...I hope those employees at that Fukushima Daiichi plant get medals or something.
Update 3/16/2011: Funny how the absence of looting in Japan fascinates the media. From my experience, Japanese culture really frowns upon discourtesy, so it makes logical sense to me that they would frown upon looting.
In addition to screening Academy Award winners for Best Foreign Language Film, I thought about starting a hobby where I screen the Palme d'Or winners from the Cannes Film Festival too. From the past three years, I noticed that I enjoyed all three of the winning films:
But then I saw "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives". :(
I guess now when it comes to contenders for "best Survivor player ever", I have to concede defeat on Russell. Doesn't get much worse when a player inspires such hatred in his peers, that they basically commit tribal suicide to get rid of him. (Two "commandments" in Survivor: never job the tarp and never, ever throw a team immunity challenge.)
Although technically Russell still has a chance to return from Redemption Island, he'd have to pull off some kind of "Michael Phelps" to stay in the game.
On the bright side, now I can root for Boston Rob without any mixed feelings.
Update 3/10/2011: I guess Russell has feelings after all...how the mighty have fallen. :( He'll be back though. If I know anything about pride, he'll be back. :)
Finally hit the jackpot on a WrestleMania ticket...at a bargain price, too. No sitting behind the Spanish announce table or five rows back this year. Want to know my secret? I keep looking for a better ticket even after I already bought one. So this year, my "plan A" and "plan B" tickets look like this:
I wish I could get more excited about the card though. In my opinion, that Undertaker vs. Triple H match needs a stipulation--namely, Hell in a Cell (see my blog about dream matches). When it comes down to it, I'm just attending WrestleMania so I can write in my goals list that I saw The Rock lay the smackdown and deliver the People's Elbow.
In other news, I finished tabulating the music video rankings for 2H 2010. No surprises except for the "143" video ending up at #30! Messed up.
Coincidentally, the video rankings all averaged out without a single overlap this time. I actually think this might be the first time ever that I've never had to apply any of the tiebreakers.
Sometimes it depresses that nothing ever lasts. Santa Maria used to have the best steak sandwich joint, Marquees (sp), and a Mexican restaurant where my Mom and I dined all the time, Quito's. Now Borders bookstore & café, my favorite spot for Seattle's Best Coffee, is closing down. I guess no one buys books anymore.
DVDs seem to be dwindling too. I see less and less of them at Best Buy. I think nowadays, people would rather just download their movies and video games rather than buy or rent the disc.
Even WWE interests me less and less, and not just because of my favorite wrestlers retiring. The "extreme" matches that I used to enjoy all became tamer after this PG rating (now the WWE lamely pauses matches when someone starts bleeding). Though admittedly, I do like how children and families have begun taking up the seats that annoying, insufferable wrestling fans used to occupy.
I also miss the WWE surprises that now get spoiled by the Internet and advertising. For instance, I loved it when a mystery surprise guest arrived in a tinted limo (like what The Rock did recently) and I spent the whole episode anticipating who it could be. But nowadays, I can just go on the Internet and read the entire WrestleMania card before the WWE even announces it.
What is Watson? Hehehe.
Looks like it blew the Final Jeopardy! question though.
P.S. I think I spotted my CEO in the audience.
Update 2/17/2011: Close call on Jeopardy! game #2 last night. I've seen Jeopardy! episodes before, but never one so thrilling. It actually took awhile for Watson to catch up to Ken Jennings after he went for broke on the Daily Double. Everything came down to the Final Jeopardy! question (which Watson had blown the night before). Side note: Watson sure fared badly on the women's dresses category.
Update 2/17/2011: Two great articles:
Last night, I watched some monumental television.
First on Jeopardy!, the IBM supercomputer Watson competed against Ken Jennings and Brad Rutter. (I nervously rooted for Watson.) At first, Watson schooled those guys so badly that I felt sorry for them. But then to my dismay, Watson struggled on the higher questions and ended up tying with Brad. Man, I wish the programmers would fix that embarrassing bug where Watson repeats another contestant's wrong answer.
Later that night, I anxiously watched Monday Night Raw to find out who would guest host this year's WrestleMania. To my disappointment (and excitement), out came The Rock. Now I have to troll the Web for a pricey WrestleMania ticket, which stresses me because I'm always so paranoid that a scalper will swindle me.
By the way, did I ever mention that I identify with the demographic that doesn't care for John Cena? Although I don't really mind his wrestling or his "superman" gimmick, I can't stand his promos. In contrast, I hung onto every word of The Rock's promo.
The "wildlife" at my apartment complex seem more comfortable around people now. In addition to those nimble black squirrels, the black cat that kept staring at me, and the squirrel that repeatedly left its half-eaten nuts on my stairway, I came alarmingly close to a raccoon by the dumpster. Thankfully this one didn't snarl at me, but I still prefer to steer clear of them.
I heard that the NFL offered a choice to the 400 fans who lost their seats at the Super Bowl: A) $2400 plus a free ticket to next year's Super Bowl (which they can resell), or B) a non-sellable ticket to any Super Bowl plus free airfare and hotel. Personally, I would choose A since I don't care about football. But let's assume that the WWE gave me that same choice for WrestleMania...in this hypothetical scenario, I would still choose A (unless B guaranteed me a top seat). For me, that stress of trusting the WWE to keep their word down-the-line wouldn't be worth it.
Hmm...I guess a free ticket to next year's WrestleMania would land me in an outdoor Florida stadium again. Blech.
By the way, who cares that Christina Aguilera biffed the Star-Spangled Banner? That anthem is freaking complicated. It takes all my concentration to remember the lyrics without tripping up.
Recently, I compiled another list of coming attractions that caught my interest for 2011:
Last night's "Minute to Win It" episode unfolded pretty much how I remembered it. Of course, a lot of stuff didn't appear on camera or got edited out. For instance, I came in during this really long intermission between the level 10 blueprint and the start of Supercoin. Each of us had to shout out our cities (turned out that the contestants and I all live in San Jose) and take off our caps. Then that Pa-Panamericano song blared over the speakers and people in the studio started dancing.
I'm impressed with those kids, particularly that "clutch" player Drew. They all seemed fearless.
Update 2/9/2011: Gotta love the music they play during the level 10 blueprint and challenge. Epic.
I had mixed feelings watching that new 40-Man Royal Rumble Match from home this year. For starters, the match lasted so long that the crowd seemed dead by the end of it (when John Cena faced Randy Orton, I could almost hear crickets chirp). The winner disappointed me too. So far I'm glad that I didn't buy a ticket to WrestleMania.
On the plus side, I felt that this Rumble Match charted some new territory. Specifically:
Having reviewed the results of the Screen Actors Guild and Producers Guild Awards, I can now announce my Oscar predictions for 2010:
P.S. Tune into "Minute to Win It" this Wednesday (the second hour) to see me in the studio audience.
Woke up around 5:30am today just to watch the Oscar nominations for 2010. Looks like this time, I managed to screen all ten 2010 Best Picture nominees before the Academy announced them. I'd rank them as follows:
Additionally, I've seen all of the nominated performances except for Javier Bardem in "Biutiful". Guess I'll wait until the SAG awards to blog my predictions. I pretty much decided them all except for best supporting actress.
No false alarm from my "check engine" light this time. According to the mechanic, my catalytic converter burned out. I had to leave the car overnight to replace it. I guess a check engine light doesn't always signify a loose gas cap. :)
Heh...felt weird to drive past amber alerts for a silver Toyota Corolla. Gave me an "all eyes on me" feeling.
Read a couple of excellent articles on cnn.com:
Bar none the worst hotel I ever stayed in: St. Lawrence Residences and Suites in downtown Toronto. Looks all spacious on the Web site, but I've seen dorm rooms bigger than the room where I slept. All the guests had to share the same showers and bathrooms, and I could hear hookers and drug dealers outside at all hours of the night. Runner-up: a motel (Super 8 I think?) that had no non-smoking rooms left. After that, I never stayed in a smoking room again.
I think the restrooms at VIZ Cinema (where I screened both Evangelion movies) use Japanese toilets. I saw a button to squirt water on your rear-end. I'll have to try that out someday. :)
Pretty crazy. Today's morning taping of the "Minute to Win It" game show bled into mine because the contestants made it all the way to level 10 (history in the making). So once I walked in and sat down, I got to witness the final million dollar challenge!
In summary, the contestants had one minute to bounce a quarter into a 5-gallon water jug 15' away. Freaking impossible, if you ask me.
If you happen to catch the episode, look for me in a neon orange shirt in the leftmost section, third row from the top (unfortunately they didn't allow any caps). Although I likely only sat there an hour at the most, I'll probably appear in the audience for an entire episode (judging by the promo that they cut at the tail-end).
Once that episode airs, I'll post screencaps. Meanwhile, I can cross "game show taping" off my goals list.
Side note: I'm convinced that the show holds casting calls for that center section. Outside, I saw two lines of well-dressed people waiting to get in--one for men and one for women. (During the Jay Leno taping, I had a similar suspicion.)
Hehehe...today CBS announced that two of my all-time favorite Survivor players, Russell Hantz and Boston Rob, will return for "Survivor: Redemption Island". For me, Russell changed the face of the game in that now his name pops in my head whenever castaways unapologetically sabotage their own tribemates. He also forever changed how the Survivor production team hides hidden immunity idols.
If I had to name the most notable game changers in Survivor, I would pick the following:
This weekend, I fly to Hollywood to fulfill another goal.
That movie "Another Year" inspired me...to come up with a list of the most boring movies ever made:
Last night, WWE announced the first inductee for the 2011 WWE Hall of Fame, Shawn Michaels. Well-deserved. I actually figured it out earlier in the night, when Jerry Lawler hinted that the mystery inductee was possibly the greatest of all time.
Looks like IBM followed up their Deep Blue chess computer with a new Jeopardy! one named Watson. On February 14, 15 and 16, it will compete against legendary Jeopardy! contestants Ken Jennings and Brad Rutter. Doesn't seem fair though--I imagine that Watson will always be able to buzz in first.
In other news, I read that four of the six winning numbers for that recent Mega Millions lottery matched Hurley's cursed numbers in "Lost". Hehe, the lottery: "a tax on people who suck at math". One of my college professors once explained why he never played the lottery. If I remember correctly, a friend had asked him what numbers to play, so he recommended 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. "That'll never win!" the friend responded.
I don't buy lottery tickets either. Contrary to the popular belief, I think it would suck to have millions of dollars handed to you instead of earning it on your own. How would you garner any respect that way? How would you cope with all the greed and jealousy that came with it? If you think that the relationships with your friends and family wouldn't change as a result...think again.
Also read an interesting article about how that movie "The Notebook" could hurt relationships. Apparently, some guy's fiance broke up with him because he wouldn't build her a house. I really doubt that that was the real reason. I think that one of my colleagues stated it best: that most arguments aren't really about the thing that you're actually arguing about.
"Cynicism is sanity." Jack Nicholson said this in "How Do You Know", and I concur. The way I see it, the people you meet in life will let you down at one time or another...whether it be bruising your ego, second-guessing you, talking down to you, talking behind your back, distancing themselves from you, or hurting your feelings. To me, "cynicism is sanity" means not to take any of that personally--because that's just how people are. :)
"Never drink to feel better; only drink to feel even better." I don't drink, but I like caffeine--and my rule for avoiding drug addiction is this: do not take two doses to get the same reaction as one dose.
As part of my "holiday movie marathon" tradition, I've been driving down to Los Angeles every December to screen limited releases. Two years ago, I watched "The Wrestler". Last year, I watched "The White Ribbon" and "The Lovely Bones". This year, I watched "Another Year", "Blue Valentine", "The Way Back", and "The Illusionist".
I like that ArcLight Hollywood theater. They treat movie screenings like operas in that patrons can't enter the theater late (allegedly).
One part of the film that I didn't relate to at all: Nicole Kidman befriending the driver who killed her son, and finding comfort in his comic book about parallel universes. Say what? Rating: 7
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Music video | "This Too Shall Pass" OK GO | |
TV series | (tie) "Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains" and "Dexter" | "WWE NXT" |
Commercial | MTV Movie Awards commercial where Les Grossman tells off Taylor Lautner. | GEICO commercial where the spokesman asks whether the Little Piggy cried "wee wee wee" all the way home. |
Movie trailer | (tie) "Inception" and "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" | "Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore" |
Beverage | A&W orange freeze | Wolfgang Puck vending machine hot chocolate |
Flying to a WWE event the week before Christmas...remind me to think twice about it next time. Crowds and stress galore. I do not envy the people who have to go through it every holiday season.
Interesting WWE TLC pay-per-view. Saw a lot of things that to my knowledge, never happened before in the WWE:
Booked my flight to the WWE TLC pay-per-view this weekend. Sheesh, talk about TLC overload: two Tables Matches, two Ladder Matches, two Chairs Matches, and one Tables, Ladders & Chairs Match! (Hehe, sweet...if what I read on the Internet is true, then I'll finally get one of those dream matches I wanted...sort of.)
Now that I've resolved not to attend the next Royal Rumble (particularly because I can't think of any wrestler left in the WWE to root for), here's a look down memory lane.
Royal Rumble 2004
Royal Rumble 2005
Royal Rumble 2006
Royal Rumble 2007
Royal Rumble 2008
Royal Rumble 2009
Royal Rumble 2010
Who knows. Come January I might make it eight Royal Rumbles. Pro-wrestling has a saying: "Never say never." It means that no matter how burnt the bridges seem between a wrestler and the business, i.e., Bret "The Hitman" Hart, the wrestler just can't seem to stay away. I think the saying applies to pro-wrestling fans, too. Because no matter how boring the program gets, I can't seem to stop myself from tuning in every week, reading the dirt sheets (a.k.a. wrestling tabloids), and speculating on the next WrestleMania card.
I received a couple of inquires about the Apolo Ohno book signing--in particular, why I ended up saying only one word to one of my biggest idols of all time. Well...in a nutshell...I had everything to lose and nothing to gain. The line had to move fast, and I figured that I'd only have time for one question. As I stood there role-playing each question in my head, I began second-guessing each one. I concluded that nothing meaningful could come out of any of them. In fact, something might go awry like that time I met Robert Picardo from "Voyager" and decided that he was a jerk. (Side note: I photographed Ohno with my disposable camera, but am waiting to use up the roll.)
Interestingly, I did take away one life lesson from that day. While standing in line reading his book, I came across a surprising incident from 2009 where he had grown so frustrated with his speedskating that he punched a hole through his locker room wall (similar to the time I broke my tennis racket on the ground). So I guess he and I have more in common that I thought....the big difference being, of course, that he apologized to all of the teammates who saw him and then went on to become the most decorated U.S. Winter Olympian of all time.
Entertaining spoof of "Twin Peaks" on "Psych" last week. Julee Cruise sang the opening, and a lot of the old actors and actresses guest starred (including Sheryl Lee, who ironically had to examine a body wrapped in plastic). One of these days, I'll have to tour that place where "Twin Peaks" was filmed and try the pie.
I wrote another "Lost" synopsis for my co-workers' viewing party. SPOILER ALERT if you haven't watched the fourth season of "Lost" yet.
This Friday, "Lost" concludes its fourth season with a huge 2-part finale!
Mysteries continue to shroud the six Oceanic 815 survivors who managed to escape the island. Hurley, now residing in a mental institution, converses with the ghosts of dead islanders. Sun now lives in Korea where she occasionally visits the grave of her husband, Jin, as she raises their daughter Ji Yeon by herself. Sayid now assassinates the enemies of Ben Linus in order to avenge the murder of Sayid's beloved wife Nadia. Kate now raises Aaron as her own son, still unsure of what happened to his biological mother Claire. And Jack--having developed a drug problem and grown a beard--now hops on commercial flights in a desperate effort to crash back onto the island.
How did these "Oceanic Six" manage to escape the island in the first place? What secret are they all lying to cover up? What happened to the rest of the survivors? What happened to the assault team that Charles Whitmore sent to the island? And whose obituary did Jack read last season, upsetting him enough to almost jump off a bridge? Tune in this Friday for the climactic 2-part season finale!
What a pretentious episode of "Survivor: Nicaragua" last night. Two things jumped out at me:
Speaking of quitters, I've come up with a "conspiracy theory" about the "Harry Potter" films: I think that they're designed to make Ron look better. For instance, look back at all of the brand-new scenes from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1":
So after brainstorming all of the different things that I could ask Apolo Anton Ohno at his book signing (like his attendance of WrestleMania, his trip to Korea where they practiced illegal team-skating on him, the time he punched a hole in the wall, or whether he'll race in the next Winter Olympics), I ended up having the following conversation with him:
Ohno: "How are you doing?"
Me: "Good."
What luck. While watching a ST:NG rerun (the messed up one where Geordie bumped an intangible Romulan into outer space), I happened to channel surf to a PBS interview with my idol Apolo Anton Ohno. He announced a West Coast signing tour for his new book, Zero Regrets: Be Greater Than Yesterday, starting the day after Thanksgiving. I'm there, dude.
I'm also entertaining the idea of flying to London in 2012 to watch another of my idols, Michael Phelps, swim for an Olympic gold medal. It would mark the first time that I've even flown overseas.
Hehe, maybe I should just try to meet all of my idols:
I imagine some folks are cringing right about now. :)
Remind me never to attend any more social gatherings that serve alcohol. In addition to my tongue's distaste for it, I hate how it empowers people to just say things that normally their inhibitions would hold back.
After I fly to WWE TLC this December, I probably won't patronize as many live events as I used to. For instance, tickets to the Royal Rumble 2011 and WrestleMania XXVII go on sale soon, and I'm not planning to attend either event even though I've attended every Royal Rumble for the past seven years and every WrestleMania for the past five years.
Admittedly, I can think of some "dream matches" that would change my mind:
And of course, the rarely seen Blindfold Match. I wouldn't mind attending another Three Stages of Hell Match too...the last one disappointed me. Also, I've never seen The Rock perform his "People's Elbow".
Congratulations to the San Francisco Giants...their first World Series title since moving from New York. I guess they're the closest I have to a hometown baseball team. So, uh...what's up with the beard on that closer? :)
I guess now that "Saw 3D" concluded (?) the series, I'll go ahead and rank all seven of the "Saw" movies now:
Downtown Minneapolis looked run-down. Did I ever mention my discomfort with these urban dichotomies wherein luxurious hotels pamper the tourists while poor people roam the streets? My hotel actually featured skyways to the upscale malls and restaurants, to protect me from the streets. Admittedly, I'll probably appreciate these sheltered layouts more once I grow old and scared of the world. :)
I'm still vexed with how much I had to pay for my tiny little 8 oz. filet mignon. Highway robbery. :(
Couldn't believe my good fortune at the WWE Bragging Rights event--I ended up in the best seat imaginable: right next to the entrance where the wrestlers walk out (I had seat 3 but thanks to a diagonal corner in the barricade, seats 1 and 2 did not exist), and right in front of the grave for the Buried Alive Match.
Unsurprisingly, Kane and Paul Bearer prevailed and buried the Undertaker alive (with lots of interference). Ever notice that the Undertaker's track record for this match--a so-called "specialty" of his--really sucks? He's now been buried alive four out of five times!
The Undertaker's insignia projected onto the tombstone after lightning struck the grave--well, on TV anyway; in person, I saw no lightning.
Someone asked me if kids watched this match. Yup. Under WWE's current PG rating, the wrestlers might not be able to swear or bleed like they used to, but gosh darn it they can still bury someone alive. :)
Now having crossed Buried Alive Match off my checklist, I only have one WWE goal remaining: a Blindfold Match.
Finally identified a Spanish song that had eluded me for so long: "Stereo Love (Spanish Version)" Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina. I exhausted all kinds of tactics looking for it:
My final tactic took a few hours but eventually succeeded: I set my boom box to 105.7 and simultaneously monitored the "now playing" widget on the station's official Web site.
In conclusion...I like the song. I listened to the English one too, but the Spanish one seems to rhyme better.
It took nearly seven years, but it's finally on!
Come Sunday, I finally get to cross off one of the last remaining goals on my WWE checklist: the Buried Alive Match. To win this type of match, the wrestler must throw his opponent into a six-foot-deep grave and bury him with dirt. Heh. :)
Typically, the actual grave is located atop a man-made hill of dirt near the stage. So the closer I sit near the grave, the farther I end up from the ring. And judging by the tickets I reserved, I might not even make it on camera. But this match comes around so rarely that I'm willing to risk it.
One other rarity: I finally get to see the Undertaker's and Kane's old school manager, Paul Bearer. Get it? Paul Bearer?
I once blogged that "Inception" broke my personal record for number of times I saw the same movie at a theater (I ended up seeing this film a total of ten times). However, I never got around to mentioning which two theaters that I liked the most, i.e., the Fremont and Winchester 21. Granted, neither theater projected the movie in IMAX, Extreme Digital Cinema, or Sony Digital Cinema 4K...but then again, neither theater tried to blow out my eardrums either. And to tell you the truth, I didn't really notice a difference in the picture quality. Only animated films seem to stand out for me.
I compiled a list of some of my favorite theaters:
Some of my least favorite theaters:
Admittedly, I still treasure that Edwards gift card I bought from Regal Entertainment...the one with my favorite Harry Potter poster on it. "Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry."
Speaking of, the latest trailer for "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" rocks! I can't wait.
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Recently, I got hooked on a black-humored, haunting Showtime series called "Dexter". I first read about it in Entertainment Weekly; then after watching a couple of free episodes on my cable box, I began renting a few episodes online. Now I've purchased Showtime just to see what will happen next.
The show follows a forensic genius in Miami Homicide who hides a pretty macabre hobby from his friends and family: he secretly tracks down killers and slays them. As part of his code, he forbids himself from killing an innocent person (though I have seen him frame innocent people on occasion). He also tries to be a good brother to his adoptive sister (even helping her achieve her dream of becoming a homicide detective, and in one episode saving her life) and a good family man.
All in all, I've grown to admire Dexter's positive relationships so strongly that it just pains me thinking how one secret could destroy everything. I can't help dreading that sooner or later, the sister will find out. And sadly, I actually felt relieved that his wife Rita died without ever learning the truth.
Side note: Michael C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter married in real-life. Weird, huh?
Saw a poll about food snobs on CNN. Interesting subject, even though I found the example in the article pretty extreme. That takes a lot of gall to openly diss someone's cooking. :)
Here's some of my own opinions on food etiquette. Do not....
Sometimes I also wait until everyone at the table has gotten their food before I dig in, but only on really formal occasions.
Lately on WGN, I've been watching reruns of "Star Trek: The Next Generation"--episodes that I haven't seen since I was a kid. Now that I'm much older, I find that I really like that Captain Picard. In particular, I enjoy the inspirational rhetoric that he spouts, the interest that he shows in his senior officers' counsel (even Worf's), and the way that he stands up for them in times of need (like when Riker faced murder charges and when Starfleet tried to take custody of Data's daughter). I mean seriously, how many bosses do you know who would risk losing face to vouch for you instead of just throwing you under the bus? :)
I still think that Captain Kirk makes a better leader in terms of war and national security though. I remember one episode where Kirk actually stole a cloaking device from the Romulans, to give Starfleet an important tactical advantage. In contrast, Picard once obtained a weapon that could make a starship cloak and pass through solid rock...and what did he do??? De-cloaked in front of the Romulans and publicly denounced the technology!!
Congrats to Rafael Nadal for finally achieving a career grand slam. I always did find it strange that he could never seem to win that U.S. Open.
My car got yet another flat tire during my drive to Los Gatos to get an 8mm camcorder tape transferred to DVD. What is it with me and flat tires? I'm starting to seriously consider AAA because changing a flat in 90+ degree heat really really sucked. On the bright side, my road hazard insurance finally paid off as Firestone took care of the flat for free (I'm assuming that they actually repaired it and didn't just reinflate it). Afterward, I told the mechanic that I had looked all over that flat tire and couldn't find a single nail or puncture. "That's because you're not a tire guy," he dissed. Then to my amusement, he asked me to call in and fill out a customer survey.
Strangely, the DVD came out really snowy in some spots and really jumpy in others--almost as if the original tape had demagnetized. Good thing I keep VHS backups.
The History Channel premiered an interesting new documentary last week titled "9/11: State of Emergency". Some of the highlights:
While reviewing VMA nominations on mtv.com, I happened to catch a fight from that reality show "Jersey Shore". I reviewed the clip, and concluded that JWoww started it by pushing the other girl Sammi. I don't think either of them got kicked off the show though, so "Jersey Shore" must have a more tolerant policy than "Real World".
Recently, a really interesting fight broke out in the stands at the U.S. Open during a match between Djokovic and Petzschner. A lady confronted a 27-year-old loudmouth about his noisy swearing. After she slapped him, her 75-year-old father charged the guy and they fell down the stands. I reviewed this video at different angles, and concluded that the 75-year-old shouldn't have attacked him. However, I actually faulted the 27-year-old the most. What a jerk to yell profanities at a tennis match.
In my own lifetime, I've never gotten in a fight. One time I shoved somebody, but that situation didn't escalate. :)
Lingering questions:
My favorite line of the whole movie: "Machete don't text." Rating: 5
I have one more definition to append to my previous blog entry; an idiom: "tempest in a teapot". It means: "a small event that has been exaggerated out of proportion". I can't even tell you how many times that this sentiment popped into my head over my lifetime. :)
Also in my previous blog entry, you might have noticed that I excluded medical doctors when I listed the professionals whom I considered "pretentious". That's because I don't really think that "pretentious" describes them the best. Generally when it comes to doctors, I simply feel that they don't know what they're doing...at least not to the extent that we think they do.
I used to find "House, M.D." hard to believe because of how the doctors kept misdiagnosing their patients. But that was before I personally came across three major real-life cases where the doctors totally biffed the diagnosis. "House, M.D." was right!
Interestingly, I have a higher opinion of chiropractors. One time I injured my back, and a chiropractor successfully fixed it so I could bend down again. But buyer beware: the belief that chiropractors make you come back again and again...totally true. Specifically, I hate that scare tactic that my back will start hurting again if I don't schedule repeat appointments. I lost a lot of $$$ on chiropractors. So nowadays anytime my back hurts, I just wait for the pain to go away by itself. :P
In other news, I took a crack at writing my first "Lost" synopsis for my co-workers' viewing party. SPOILER ALERT if you haven't watched the third season of "Lost" yet.
This Friday, "Lost" concludes its third season with a huge 2-part finale!
The survivors of Oceanic 815 finally have a real chance at rescue. In a harrowing parachute jump, pilot Naomi Dorrit managed to land on the island before her helicopter crashed into the sea. "Penny Whitmore sent me," she announced, before revealing a working satellite phone that could contact her freighter somewhere off the coast.
Unfortunately for them, Ben and the Others have made sure to jam all outgoing radio transmissions--including the French woman's 16-year-old SOS--by using an underwater Dharma station called the "Looking Glass". And in a plan to seize Naomi's phone and to kidnap all of the island's pregnant women, Ben has ordered an assault team to raid the survivors' camp with extreme prejudice.
Jack, on the other hand, has a plan of his own: when the assault team comes knocking, Sayid, Jin, and Bernard blow the camp to smithereens; then while Jack and the Oceanic 815 survivors hike to the French woman's radio tower, Charlie swims down to the "Looking Glass" to switch off the jamming device.
As for John Locke--the man who blew up the island's only submarine because he considered it everyone's "destiny" to stay--his coup to assume leadership of the Others fell short thanks to Ben's villainous act of treachery.
Will Locke survive the gunshot wound that Ben gave him? Will the French woman ever reunite with her daughter Alex, a girl whom Ben kidnapped and raised as his own? Will Sun tell Jin about Juliet's grim prognosis for pregnant women on the island? Will Desmond ever see his true love Penny again? Will Charlie have to sacrifice his own life so that Desmond's psychic vision of rescue can come true? Will Jack's bold plan succeed? And will Kate ever make up her mind between Jack and Sawyer? Tune in this Friday for the 2-part season finale!
A couple of people once told me that I tend to use really big words. Do I? It got me to wondering whether people think my blog entries use really big words too. So going forward, I decided to look up definitions for some of my favorite vocabulary words, starting with the word that characterizes me to a tee: "cynical".
I feel that dictionary.reference.com defines "cynical" the best because it clearly explains how a cynic differs from a pessimist (people often mistake me for the latter):
cynical /sin-i-kuhl/ -adjective 1. like or characteristic of a cynic; distrusting or disparaging the motives of others. 2. showing contempt for accepted standards of honesty or morality by one's actions, esp. by actions that exploit the scruples of others. 3. bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic. --Synonyms 1, 3. Cynical, pessimistic, sarcastic, satirical imply holding a low opinion of humanity. Cynical suggests a disbelief in the sincerity of human motives: cynical about honesty. Pessimistic implies a more or less habitual disposition to look on the dark side of things, and to believe that the worst will happen: pessimistic as to the future. Sarcastic refers to sneering or making cutting jibes: sarcastic about a profession of faith. Satirical suggests expressing scorn or ridicule by saying the opposite of what one means: a satirical attack on his political promises.
Given that I try to "hope for the best but prepare for the worst", I don't really consider myself a pessimist.
The other word that I use a whole lot: "pretentious".
pretentious /pri-ten-shuhs/ -adjective 1. full of pretense or pretension. 2. characterized by assumption of dignity or importance. 3. making an exaggerated outward show; ostentatious.
Generally, I consider people from all walks of life pretentious, from journalists to lawyers to politicians to business people.
I also think that people overreact and overdramatize too much, which is probably why I've been called the following word from time to time:
stoic /stoh-ik/ -adjective 1. of or pertaining to the school of philosophy founded by Zeno, who taught that people should be free from passion, unmoved by joy or grief, and submit without complaint to unavoidable necessity.
Here's a step in the right direction if I ever saw one: 'Over 21' Shows at the Sundance Kabuki Cinemas. Basically, the theater serves alcohol for some of the evening screenings so that even for kids movies like "Tales from Earthsea", only adults can attend. I'm not crazy about the alcohol part, but this notion of an "upscale theater" appeals to me. :) Actually, I've never had any problem with audiences in the Kabuki Cinemas anyway. I remember screening "Pan's Labyrinth", "Juno", and "A Single Man" there without any irritations. I do remember that parking sucked and seats sold out quickly though (best to purchase online if you can).
Too bad that theaters can't screen out everything that I hate, such as the things that taint my enjoyment of good movies. Examples:
In other news, I wanted to give my two cents on that fed-up flight attendant who exited the plane via the emergency chute. My view: I think that he overreacted and should be fired. However, I also think that JetBlue should stick that rude passenger on the "no-fly list". I agree with the sentiment that plane passengers seem more and more spoiled these days. Personally, I could never work in customer service.
In conclusion, I think that Alan Partridge summed it up the best: "I just hate the general public." :)
I can't seem to stop watching this "Inception" movie. I've seen it in the historic Fremont, in IMAX, in Cinemark XD a.k.a. Extreme Digital Cinema, in the Winchester theater, in Sony Digital Cinema 4K, with D-BOX Motion Effects Seating, and now...with Closed Captions (CC). Rear Window Captioning at the AMC Mercado 20 theater, to be exact. Pretty clever system. All I had to do was pick up a reflector from guest services (a pane of dark plastic attached to a bendable arm), plant it in my cupholder, and adjust it so that I could see a reverse-mirrored image of the LED display in the back of the theater. Although I could probably position the pane in front of the screen, I sheepishly kept mine low so that no one would see me, a hearing person, reading subtitles. Then again, how would anyone even know or care? :)
As a result, I pretty much spent the whole movie staring at the captions rather than the screen. Time well spent, though, because now I know exactly what these characters said despite all those ambiguous enunciations of the dialogue. Top examples (minor spoiler alert):
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Mal to Cobb | "Looks like Arthur's taste." | Couldn't make it out. |
Mal to Saito | "He was close. Very close." | Couldn't make it out. |
Saito | "Right now...I'm lying on polyester." | "Right now...vinyl polyester." |
Saito | "My main competitor is a man in poor health." | "My men computerized on a man in poor health." |
Cobb to Eames | "Your spelling hasn't improved. How's your handwriting?" | I heard right. Still not sure what he meant. |
Eames to Cobb | "Don't remember. Let's see if he starts shooting." | Couldn't make out the first part. |
Yusuf to Cobb | "Oh, I rarely go into the field, Mr. Cobb." | "Do I really go into the field, Mr. Cobb." |
Saito | "I bought the airline. It seemed neater." | "I bought the airline. It seemed little." |
Mal to Ariadne | "I'll tell you a riddle. You're waiting for a train..." | "I'll tell you're real. You're waiting for a train..." That's a riddle? |
Yusuf | "Ha-ha-bloody-ha." | I heard right. |
Fischer | "We're worth more to you alive." | "What more do you want?" |
Eames | "...whilst exposing his godfather's true nature." | "...while exposing his godfather's treaty." |
Eames | "Excellent, but you learned a lot, right?" | "Excellent, but you learned from it, right?" |
Saito to Eames | "Turbulence on the plane?" | Couldn't make it out. |
Saito | "I m-mistook you for a friend." | I heard right. |
Cobb to Eames | "Eames, this is your dream." | I heard right. |
Yusuf | "Sod it!" | Didn't even hear it. |
Eames | "I noticed it [the music] about 20 minutes ago, I thought it was the wind." | "I noticed it a few minutes ago, I thought it was the wind." I guess 20 minutes = 1 minute = 3 seconds. |
Saito to Eames | "No room for tourists on these jobs." | I heard right. |
Mal | "That death was the only escape." | "The day we escaped." |
Mal to Cobb | "Because you'll be together!" | "Because we'll be together!" A mistake in the captions or bad grammar? |
Mal to Cobb | "Does this feel real?" | Couldn't make it out. |
Ariadne to Cobb | "Find Saito and bring him back!" | "Find something to bring you back!" |
Miles to Cobb | "Welcome. This way." | "You're welcome. This way." A mistake in the captions? |
James to Cobb | "Look what I've been building! We're building a house on a cliff!" | Something about a house on a cliff. |
I feel badly for deaf folks that actually require the closed captioning. The previews had no captions, and the LED could only express music with backwards-looking notes ("b b") or parenthetical descriptions. Examples:
One last miscellaneous observation: having experienced weightlessness myself, I found it peculiar when Arthur blew up the elevator cable that he was holding. In real-life zero gravity, that would've stranded his stationary self in mid-air. So good thing he only dreamt about doing that. :)
Finally broke a personal record of mine. Last Wednesday, I caved in and sat through Camera 7's D-BOX version of "Inception", a "motion code" screening where the first two middle rows in the theater vibrate and tilt during the movie. It marked the seventh time that I had seen "Inception" in a theater ("Sunshine" held the previous record with six viewings).
Overall, the D-BOX seats felt the best during the action scenes (particularly when the characters drove or skiied). When it came to the talking scenes, however, the seats settled down...and I got more bored and restless than usual. So I would mostly recommend the D-BOX seats for non-stop action flicks that don't require much concentration.
One tip from me to feel the full effects of the seat: lift your feet off the floor.
Some general observations (minor spoiler alert):
A couple of criticisms: a) the seat didn't vibrate consistently for the dream activations, and b) the seat should have titled much sharper during the gravity shifts (it's almost like the seat got confused about what to do).
At one point, I found it interesting that the seat vibrated relatively early when the freight train approached Cobb and Mal...meaning that if filmmakers really wanted to, they could use D-BOX motion codes to clue the audience in on things offscreen.
Man, the moving seats didn't seem to deter a guy in front of me from chomping his popcorn all noisily. I secretly hoped that a nice sharp bump would make him start choking.
In conclusion, I found the D-BOX seat really distracting but might consider trying one again for some type of "Fast and the Furious" movie.
Funny how the debate over "Inception" never seems to end. I still find this evidence more compelling than this evidence, though I will concede the strangeness that both Mal and Saito wanted Cobb to take a "leap of faith".
Other things I caught during my repeated viewings:
On a final note, when I rank Christopher Nolan's films from most favorite to least favorite, I actually have his greatest box office achievement at the bottom. :)
Finished tabulating the music video results for 1H 2010. The videos chart actually had a five-way tie at one point. First time I ever remember seeing that. As a result, I had to apply the first tiebreaker five times and the second tiebreaker four times. We rarely ever need the third tiebreaker.
It surprised me how vehemently that the reviewers hated "On To The Next One" by Jay-Z & Swizz Beatz and "Walkin' On The Moon" by The-Dream featuring Kanye West. What's so bad about "Walkin' On The Moon"? I posted the video below.
Caught up on some other movies even though I'd rather have just watched "Inception" again. In fact, as I squirmed through "The Kids Are All Right" in the Camera 7, I could hear "Inception" playing next door and felt tempted to sneak over.
Ever notice that the plane in "Inception" flew from Sydney to Los Angeles? A wink to "Lost", perhaps?
Also, ever notice that at the beginning of "Inception", Cobb worked for a company called COBOL Engineering? Interestingly, I once designed an Ada program in college that had to solve mazes. (If I remember correctly, the professor asked us to make our logic recursive...meaning that the program nested itself within itself, and had to loop forever and forever until it completed its mission.) I named the initial algorithm "Theseus" (the Greek legend who had to find his way in and out of the Labyrinth). This algorithm didn't work so well as it stumbled through the mazes too blindly. Hence, I preceded that algorithm with a smarter one named "Ariadne" (the princess who helped Theseus escape the Labyrinth with a ball of string; also the name of Ellen Page's character). The two algorithms actually made a pretty good team. Unfortunately, the final maze stumped them and I never figured out why. :P
A trailer for "You Again" played before "The Kids Are All Right". Interesting premise: a successful businesswoman discovers that her older brother will soon marry her arch nemesis from high school. Wow. Sounds more like psychological horror than a comedy. I can tell you right now that if something like that ever happened to me, we'd have a big problem. :)
Had to abort my smog check in Santa Maria this weekend. Turns out that San Jose enhanced their smog laws so that no mechanic in Santa Barbara county can certify my car.
I think my battery's dying too. Guess my car's getting old.
Update 7/20/2010: Watched "Inception: The IMAX Experience" last night...and am now leaning toward the notion that Leonardo DiCaprio returned to reality at the end of the movie, for the following reasons:
Also confirmed that Yusuf dreamt the first level, Arthur dreamt the second level (unless he lied to Ariadne), and Fischer dreamt the third level...making this diagram I saw on the Internet wrong.
Update 7/20/2010: My alternate theory about the ending: maybe Leonardo DiCaprio woke up into a state-of-mind where his dreams still felt real, like that time I jumped out of my bed and stood outside my room because I thought a giant spider had descended from the ceiling.
Update 7/21/2010: Watched "Inception" for a third time...this time in Cinemark XD. Still haven't seen a D-BOX screening, and probably never will. Hehe...wonder what the chairs do during the gravity shifting scenes...drop the audience on their heads?
Update 7/24/2010: I came across another big theory that the entire movie is really just a metaphor on how Nolan films movies. Based on what I read in an Entertainment Weekly article, I simply think that Nolan's life experiences prejudiced the script.
Originally intended this thread to last for only two blog entries, but what the heck...might as well make it a trilogy. In today's blog, I will finally explain...
...my cynicism toward marriage and why I prefer to live alone.
Ever heard the saying, "Everything's better in moderation"? That's my take on people. Or to put it another way, in the words of Benjamin Franklin: "Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days."
I live and die by respect. I want to give it and I want to get it. Conversely, if someone chooses not to give it (for example, by talking condescendingly or by snubbing the people who helped them along the way), then they shouldn't feel entitled to get it.
In general, I've observed that the longer that people live together or the closer that they get, the less respect that they bother to show each other (like the "Real World" where people stop being polite). For instance, they start nagging about what someone should or shouldn't do, impose chores, or pry into personal business. I actually have a pet peeve about people who ask me where I'm going when I'm trying to leave to run errands.
This brings me to marriage...an institution where nagging about what someone should or shouldn't do, imposing chores, prying into personal business, and asking where someone is leaving to...is normal. :)
It's not that I'm completely opposed to marriage...it's more that I never want to end up in one where I fall out of love. I'd analogize my fear to Benjamin Franklin's fish: if you're with the same person every day of your life, how can you not grow tired of each other? :)
As for the stone cold girl with the dragon tattoo...I liked the character development around her cynicism of men (and found it justified given her really bad misfortune of encountering so many sickos in her lifetime), but really didn't need to see all that graphic sexual perversion. P.S. Not sure what a car driver would fear from a motorcycle. P.S.S. Is it just me, or did the serial killer get off way too easy? I'd actually rather he stand trial and die in jail. Rating: 8
Recently, I discovered a perk to maintaining a blog: in theory, I never have to blind date ever again. Now girls can just google me, and probably learn much more about me from my blog than anything that dating could ever accomplish. :) Heck, people who read my blog might even know more about me than my closest friends and family. After all, in a blog I can discuss all of my interests...because if any of my topics were to bore somebody, then they can always just browse elsewhere. In a conversation, I constantly have to screen everything that I bring up. For example, I wouldn't go into details about "Survivor" or pro-wrestling if I knew that the other person didn't fancy these types of shows (I certainly wouldn't confess to liking pro-wrestling on a first date).
I guess this all stems from my cynicism toward dating. Personally, I don't see what you can meaningfully learn from someone who is constantly acting on their best behavior. I mean, a person can be a jerk on the inside but date really well...just as a bad employee could interview well. In fact, some of the worst employees I've known could interview better than some of the best employees I've known.
Somehow I get the feeling that despite the cliffhanger, "The Last Airbender" will end up without any sequel like "Eragon" and "The Golden Compass".
My legs felt like jelly after I tried out the new D-BOX preview at the Camera 7 Theater. The chair tilts and vibrates according to what projects onscreen. Great. Now instead of boyfriends poking their girlfriends during scary movies, you got the chairs doing it.
Recently, I attended a retirement party where all kinds of friends and colleagues came out to celebrate and roast the retiree...sorta like one of my favorite films, "It's a Wonderful Life".
During and after the party, my mind raced--years from now, what can I do to retire quietly without any party? Purposely outlast everyone whom I work with, perhaps? It's not that I dislike mushy goodbyes, it's that I don't like any goodbyes...period. That's why nine times out of ten I just say "See you," even if I know full well that I won't ever see the person again.
Guess I'm not too sentimental in this regard. Instead of giving a retirement speech about how I love everybody, I'd probably just stand up there and say, "Well, bye." My deathbed speech would probably follow suit: "Well, bye," assuming that I hadn't crawled under the porch first. :)
For my funeral arrangements, I'm thinking cremation in case my consciousness remains trapped in the body. Alternatively, dump lye on my corpse and toss me in a ditch. :) I'm not that big on burials...unless, of course, I get to rest in peace at a really cool cemetery like Arlington.
New "Harry Potter" trailer out, and it looks epic.
Finally found out why that TV in our cafeteria kept emitting a weird droning noise whenever a World Cup game airs. It comes from countless soccer fans simultaneously blowing through plastic trumpets called vuvuzelas. Guess they're popular (and fairly controversial) in South Africa. Personally, I find the noise maddening.
Looks like the USA soccer team managed to advance past the first round, and to the easiest bracket. I'm happy for them, but am not a big fan of this "luck of the draw" tradition in tournaments. Someone always seems to get screwed. Most recent examples that come to mind (all in tennis):
Dude! I just read that John Isner and Nicolas Mahut shattered the record for the longest tennis match in history. Look at their final Wimbledon score: 6-4, 3-6, 6-7 (7), 7-6 (3), 70-68! (In Wimbledon you have to win the last set by two games.) 70 to 68!
Last Thursday, my friends and I attended the Video Games Live concert...and across the street on the same night, the Lakers played the Celtics in Game 7 of the NBA Finals. So yeah, I'd say we encountered some pretty crazy pedestrian traffic. Later when my Dad told me that Lakers won, I stoically replied, "I know."
The Video Games Live concert blew me away. After three years of complaining, I finally got to hear "Silent Hill 2" live (the composer himself actually played along with an electric guitar)! I also got to hear the "Metal Gear Solid" composer play saxophone for "Snake Eater", a number of audience requested arrangements for the show's really gifted piano player, and the host Tommy Tallarico rocking out to "Mega Man" and "Castlevania" on electric guitar. Dude, an electric guitar should just accompany every arrangement in the concert--that's all there is to it. :) Rating: 8
Setlist for the show:
Interesting controversy about the "Toy Story 3" reviews on rottentomatoes.com: http://www.popeater.com/2010/06/20/armond-white-toy-story-3-reviews/.
Update: After reading an Entertainment Weekly article that ranked all of the Pixar movies, I decided to make my own list (though I haven't decided where to place "Toy Story 3" yet):
Finally saw the famous "South Park" episode, "Scott Tenorman Must Die", in its entirety. Pretty funny. I laughed the most when Cartman tried to buy a movie ticket. Man that Cartman cracks me up. I wish I had seen this episode before I had seen "Oldboy"...after "Oldboy", nothing could shock me. :)
Also enjoyed the most recent "Crippled Summer" episode too (not counting the parts with Towelie). I think that out of all the "South Park" characters, I like Jimmy the most.
I liked how the filmmakers managed to innovate some brand-new horror movie mistakes this time, i.e., both blood samples catching fire and the girl shooting the wrong person. D'oh! Also found the new "demonic possession" angle kind of interesting, e.g., the kid crawling on the ceiling, rabid people changing their voices, and scenes altering in the night vision. P.S. Not sure if we'll ever see a "Quarantine 2", but looks like we can expect a "[Rec] 3". Rating: 6
Now that I crowned the BEST Survivor player of all time, maybe two seasons from now I can crown the WORST Survivor player of all time. I heard a rumor that the 22nd season Survivor will be themed "Second Chances"--possibly to recast players who got screwed or really sucked the first time around. Offhand, I think the following ten Survivors deserve a second chance the most:
Note that I excluded the players who already got second/third chances, the players who got evacuated because of bad health rather than because of a fluke injury, and the players who got eliminated by a hidden immunity idol that they already knew about beforehand.
Last Friday, my left rear tire began leaking slowly thanks to a nail in the tread. Fortunately, I managed to drive to a Sears Auto Center before the tire deflated all the way. Unfortunately, they estimated a two-hour wait time because the three cars ahead of me "needed all four of their tires replaced". Just great! By the time that their mechanics finished all that non-urgent maintenance, my car would need a spare tire just to drive it into the garage! Fortunately, I had enough air to make it to a Firestone just around the corner, and I think I even had tire insurance with them that would make my repair free. Unfortunately, the guy refused to schedule me in because I had come in at 5:45pm, and their store closed in 15 minutes! Wow, having to work past 6pm on a weekday to fix something that could jeopardize a driver's safety on the road...can't have that now!! $%&*@ mechanics.
Fortunately, I managed to get the tire repaired at a gas station. It cost $25 and took less than 20 minutes.
In other news, Christina Aguilera cancelled her summer tour after I just bought a ticket to her California concert. Highly disappointing--particularly because I had really looked forward to the opening act, Leona Lewis (maybe even more so than Aguilera herself).
What I liked best about the movie:
What I liked the least about the movie:
Final thought: how come the world didn't end when the dagger penetrated the sandglass? Rating: 6
Guess I don't have to worry about crowded Monday night TV anymore. In addition to cancelling "Heroes", NBC actually cancelled "Law & Order" too. Das messed up that "Law & Order" won't even get a proper sendoff after finally tying the "Gunsmoke" record of 20 seasons.
Once "Lost" and "24" end next week, that will just leave about four shows for me to watch (not including WWE). Maybe I'll try watching "Law & Order: Los Angeles".
By the way, I decided to make "Lost" my top favorite TV show of all time...better than "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer" even. I'm really looking forward to the series finale. I have one last prediction to make: having drunk the water, Jack will realize that nothing happened because the electromagnetic experiment already made Desmond the new Jacob.
Update 5/24/2010: Saw the commercial-riddled series finale and hated the "Titanic"/"Lovely Bones" ending. A "jump the shark" moment, if you ask me. I actually would have preferred that the series ended openly without any explanation.
Update 5/26/2010: Something I hadn't noticed before...Dr. Juliet's dialogue with Det. Sawyer about how "It worked," and going dutch on coffee matched her final words in the season premiere.
In other news, my "endorsements" of zero gravity continue...in addition to reappearing in Forbes magazine, my ad now appears on the back cover of Hemispheres. Pretty strange, huh? It means that when I flew United last Friday, my face most likely appeared on everyone's inflight magazine.
...Sandra Diaz-Twine. Simply because in my book, winning "Survivor" twice trumps everything. It trumps Parvati's unparalleled longevity in the game, and it trumps Russell's unparalleled resume of big moves.
Sandra actually fits my profile for the perfect Survivor player. She plays a dirty game (lying, spying, and sabotaging things at camp), but jurors still applaud her. She talks smack, and people love it. She stands up to scary players like Russell, and lives to tell about it. She also seems non-threatening.
I guess that's a wrap for "Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains". Probably goes without saying that I officially hailed this season as the greatest of all-time.
P.S. Interesting coincidence: my top three favorite seasons all have Parvati in them.
Update: This interview of Russell cracked me up. When asked whether he got a favorable edit, he replied, "Favorable edit? I looked like a freaking Tasmanian devil out there. I'm not gettin' a good edit, honey. I looked terrible." He does resemble the Tasmanian devil, now that I think about it. :D
Last Thursday I enjoyed an awesome, once-in-a-lifetime event at UCLA called "Lost Live: THE FINAL CELEBRATION". I almost felt guilty that more "Lost" fans could not attend. Although cameramen recorded the event for season 6 of the "Lost" DVD set, nothing beats the experience of a hot crowd and a live symphony orchestra.
Amusingly, my ticket to the show looked like an Oceanic boarding pass. Also, the engraving over the entrance steps read "LOST UNIVERSITY" instead of Royce Hall.
The festivities started with a letter from George Lucas. Then the "Lost" creators Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse talked about the series, and introduced a whole slew of the actors. I wrote their names down as they came out: Young Ben, Cassidy, Abaddon, Ethan, Arzt, Dr. Pierre Chang, Charlotte, Daniel Faraday, Boone, the Man in Black, Wallllllt, Michael, Richard, Penny, Desmond, Jin, Ben, Hurley, and Sawyer. To my amazement, it sounded like Ben received the loudest ovation.
The symphonic concert conducted by Michael Giacchino (or as Damon Lindelof called him, a "Giacch-enius") came up next. The orchestra played every single one of my favorite scores--and between each score, a "Lost" actor read a "sock" message from that bottle in season one (according to the creators' slang, a "sock" refers to an overlooked Oceanic survivor who accomplished nothing special on the island).
Setlist of the arrangements:
Message in a bottle read by Jin
Message in a bottle read by Hurley
Message in a bottle read by Ben (dude, he got huge cheers just by standing at the podium staring into space)
Message in a bottle read by Penny
Message in a bottle read by Richard
Message in a bottle read by Richard
Words of appreciation from Michael Giacchino
After Lindelof and Cuse introduced some producers, writers, and the guy who directed the season finales (Jack Bender), a screening of the entire Penultimate Episode of "Lost" (titled "What They Died For") closed out the night. It doesn't air until Tuesday on ABC, so I won't spoil it here...but let me just say that I enjoyed watching it with a live audience and can't wait for the series finale now. Heh heh...in addition to cheering at each commercial break, the crowd went CRAZY during the scenes with Desmond and Ben in them. The crowd also popped for a couple of returning guest stars. Rating: 10
Funny how last night's "Lost" episode finally revealed the origin of the island monster--a mystery that has teased "Lost" fans since the very first episode of the series--and yet all I wanted to see was what the main characters were up to. Hopefully, tomorrow's "Lost" concert will preview the entire next episode so that I won't have to wait until Tuesday. That would suck if they only showed a few minutes' worth. :)
Recently, I heard a really great quote that made me feel better about receiving criticism:
"If you don't want to be criticized...do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."
Later however, someone pointed out to me that a "do nothing, say nothing, be nothing" attitude could also trigger criticism (like when I was a quiet teenager who hated doing chores). Hehe, I still remember a radio broadcast where one of the hosts purported that women generally didn't like it when their husbands "do nothing" on the weekends. That led to an argument with his female co-host.
Thanks to Russell's "mafia hit" last night, I'm starting to see "Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains" as a Greek tragedy. Assuming that all of Russell's allies don't desert him before the game ends, I can't picture the guy receiving one single jury vote.
Admittedly, he might have actually made the right move for himself. If he hadn't broken up that "clique" now, then just like Micronesia he could have easily ended up at their mercy later in the game. Alternatively, if they all voted for Sandra, then her immunity idol could eliminate him.
Now as a result of what Russell did last night, the Villains (including Sandra) absolutely must vote for Rupert and Colby in the next two tribal councils. Otherwise, Rupert or Colby could dominate in jury votes. Of course, Russell's plan could completely backfire in a couple of ways: a) Rupert or Colby could win the last two immunity challenges, or b) everyone could finally tire of Russell's troublemaking and unanimously vote him out.
By the way, that sight of Russell turning his head while Danielle broke down in tears a la Nancy Kerrigan...das cold, man.
On a funny note: last night I actually dreamt that I was a player on "Survivor". In the dream, Russell walked up to me and wanted to form an alliance. I got ALL scared and agreed to whatever he told me.
Slowly but surely, I see my vision of an On-Demand Digital Future (a future where anyone can download just about anything at anytime) coming true. Cases in point:
Movie theaters might suffer next. Although I still patronize them, I've grown really picky about where I go now. For example, I avoid...
I also don't plan to re-visit that new Extreme Digital Cinema theater inside of Century 20 Oakridge. My clothes still smelt like "new car" long after I had left the theater. :)
On the plus side, I did like a couple of things better about the remake: #1) that the boyfriend made himself more useful, and #2) that the teenagers made good use of the Internet. I found #2 HUGE as the original Nancy had no Internet to corroborate her sanity, and wasted much of the movie seeking vindication from her parents (which by the way, led to a great storyline for the third installment). So here's hoping that the new Nancy got around to blogging everything she learned about Freddy. :) Rating: 5
You know, someone could write a thesis about the impact of the Internet on horror movie formulas. Top examples that come to mind:
Last night's episode of "Survivor" reminded me of why I root for castaways like Russell. The guy plays strongly and I respect that. He sensed that Sandra would flip, smartly lured in another ally, and intimidated both of them with an idol (dude, he finds those things like some kind of bloodhound). Granted, he wasted the idol at tribal council--but the alliances he built earlier in the episode saved his cohort Parvati.
Other castaways like Colby just take up space. While Danielle and Amanda played tug-of-war with a game-changing clue to the next hidden immunity idol, Colby just sat there like a bump on the log. He could have easily suggested that they read the clue together, but instead he arbitrated in the enemy's favor and pretty much blew the Heroes' only chance at a comeback. With the idol back in the Villains' possession, Candice felt too scared to back Sandra's attempted coup, and one of my favorite players Amanda ended up getting voted out for the first time in Survivor history.
Speaking of Amanda, I often feel that Survivor fans underestimate her. I actually considered her one of the most formidable players out there...mostly because I'm convinced that that doe-eyed expression of hers is just an act. I mean, come on--if she didn't excel at social politics, then I find it hard to fathom that she could have lasted over 100 cumulative days in the game. Last night, Russell finally corroborated my sentiment by calling her a female version of Boston Rob.
Spent last weekend dusting, vacuuming, and uncluttering my apartment due to a notice of another preventative maintenance inspection. The last time that I had a preventative maintenance inspection, a "cure or quit" notice appeared on my door the next morning (I still fume just thinking about it).
As a result, I finally discarded that bust of Beethoven that I've had since college. I simply left it near the dumpster, and it vanished by morning. I also left a table out there (the kind that professional and backyard wrestlers crash through). To my amazement, that thing disappeared within a couple of minutes.
Speaking of musical geniuses, I really enjoy the work of Oscar winner Michael Giacchino--particularly his compositions for "Lost", "Cloverfield", and the latest "Star Trek" movie. When I found out that he would conduct a "Lost" concert at UCLA next month, I marked my calendar, waited for the tickets to go on sale at Ticketmaster, and scored one just seconds before the concert sold out. The advertised attractions include:
Also reserved June tickets for a "Video Games Live" concert in Los Angeles after reading that "Silent Hill" composer Akira Yamaoka would attend. If you read my blog a lot, you might recall that thanks to continuous false advertising I have never ever heard a live orchestral performance of "Silent Hill". To recap:
So maybe I'll have better luck with a "Video Games Live" concert that is actually advertising Akira Yamaoka as a special guest. I feel...cautiously optimistic.
Personally, dark caves scare me more than blind underground monsters. I wouldn't be caught dead spelunking in an uncharted, pitch black maze like that. Rating: 5
Wow, what a tribal merge on "Heroes vs. Villains". I'd easily nominate that episode as the greatest one I've ever seen in the history of "Survivor". In addition, I'm already convinced that "Heroes vs. Villains" will top my list as the best season of all-time.
Why did last night's episode rock? Let me count the ways:
And just like that...J.T. went home, the Villains triumphed over the Heroes, and Russell sat there wondering what the heck just happened.
By the way, props to the "Survivor" host for the funniest line I've heard in a long time:
Parvati: "I feel like a leper on this tribe, I do."
Jeff Probst: "But is that just because you're used to getting attention all the time in life?"
Seems like nowadays whenever I watch a "Lost" episode, I never want it to end. My new prediction about how "Lost" will conclude: the sideways timeline will replace the original timeline, and the main characters will remember both (which begs the question: would children like Ji Yeon and Charlie get born again?). Also, maybe Desmond will succeed Jacob instead of Jack. Desmond's acting way too weird and triggering way too many coincidences.
The Double Down sandwich from KFC....two strips of bacon and two cheeses sandwiched between two deep-fried chicken breasts. That is nasty.
Sometimes on my On Demand cable channel, I like browsing Common Sense Media and watching their family-friendly reviews of adult movies. For example, I found their review of "Jennifer's Body" particularly amusing because in their judgment, the film contained no positive role models in it. Ya think? :D So far, Rob Zombie's "Halloween II" received the worst review of all the ones I browsed--they denounced the film as having no redeeming qualities.
Just as I figured, the Common Sense reviewers had a field day with "Kick-Ass". :) Not that it would matter to the irresponsible parents who sat behind me with their little kid. You know what we need--theaters that only allow adults (no kids or teenagers). :)
Two silent clocks in a row on "24"...messed up, man. Will that Jack Bauer ever catch a break? I guess on the bright side, maybe now Audrey Raines can come back. :) I always felt that she and Jack made the best couple.
I look forward to when the clock finally stops this season. I've grown so tired of the show. They repeat the same formula so often that it feels like I'm watching "Groundhog Day". At least the cast managed to stay fresh thanks to the abundance of deaths among recurring characters. :P
Funny fact: I believe that the number of new U.S. Presidents in "24" (9) now exceeds the number of seasons (8). Also, ever notice that only the white male Presidents seemed to hinder Jack Bauer?
Last night on "Lost", I noticed a possible plot hole: Dr. Pierre Chang, inexplicably alive and well, extolling Hurley in the sideways timeline. I can't prove that it's a plot hole, however, because perhaps the good doctor managed to escape before the bomb detonated? Ever since I began watching old episodes of "Lost", I caught possible plot holes here and there...but could never quite prove any of them. Prominent examples:
I used to find it contrived that the characters never had a single dynamite accident since season 1...but after last night, I changed my mind. :)
Trailer for "Resident Evil 4" on September 10: I'm really sick of these "Resident Evil" movies, but at least Paul Anderson is back directing this one.
While re-watching the No Holds Barred Match between Bret Hart and Vince McMahon, I noticed that the guest referee messed up. He started counting Vince out. Ehhh, no. A No Holds Barred Match means no disqualification--anything goes. Admittedly, I feel that WWE referees have tougher jobs than we think. For instance:
Although I watched "Clash of the Titans" with the fancy 3-D glasses, nothing stood out for me (pun intended). I think I read that they originally filmed everything as a 2-D movie, and only decided upon 3-D later. P.S. When I see Liam Neeson and Ralph Fiennes together, they sure look like brothers. P.S.S. Can someone explain the mechanical owl to me? Rating: 7
Hehe...that Medusa battle in "Clash of the Titans" reminded me my greatest triumph in "Final Fantasy" for the 8-bit NES, when I still defeated the final boss after that freaking Kraken kicked all of my characters' @$$es. After the final battle, my last surviving character had only one hit point left. One!
The casting folks at "Survivor" need to invite Russell Hantz back to the show every season. That's all there is to it. Say what you will about him..."hobbit on crack"..."bandy-legged little troll"...evil incarnate...the guy makes great TV. I've never seen such a diabolical player. He makes grown adults look like Keystone Kops. :)
Last season, he conquered an 8-player alliance. Last week, he tricked one of the safest players in the game into eliminating himself. Last night, he dethroned his greatest adversary to date, Boston Rob, by corrupting one of Rob's most loyal followers! Crazy!
Oh, and the part where Rob asked Russell who they should vote out...and Russell casually pointed to the two people sitting with them?! MAN that was funny.
Finally back from Arizona. Man what a long drive.
Nary any hitches at WrestleMania XXVI (26) this year, thanks to some "best practices" that I executed:
Oddly, the University of Phoenix stadium kept a special zone for ticket re-sellers a.k.a. scalpers. The scalpers looked gated in like cattle as they repeated "Got tickets?" and "Selling tickets," over and over.
To some of the indoor crowd's chagrin, the stadium kept part of the roof open so that the hot sun shined on them--prompting a chant of "Close the roof!"
Sometimes a tube of monitors descended upon the ring from the ceiling. Dangerous...Randy Orton almost got clipped!
The No Holds Barred Match between Bret "The Hitman" Hart and Vince McMahon made no sense to me at all. To summarize, Vince bribed the whole Hart family to surround the ring as lumberjacks, and boasted that he screwed Bret once again. Then to Vince's dismay, all of the Harts turned on him. Duh!! What did he think would happen?!?
Chris Jericho sure took long walking to the ring. :(
Smart move for WWE to end WrestleMania (deservingly) with the Undertaker vs. Shawn Michaels rematch. I knew full well that those two would bring the house down again. Amusingly, the suspense made Freddie Prinze Jr. and Seth Green look really tense (they were sitting right next to us).
Unusually boring Money in the Bank Ladder Match"Lost" went over longer than usual the other night, so my DVR cut off the very end. That's one drawback to watching a DVR program while it's still recording: no recourse if the ending gets cut off. Sometimes as a safety measure, I set my cable box DVR to record the same program. The cable box can record any program no matter how long it is, regardless of what time that it actually airs. Meaning, the cable box DVR won't miss a recording because of extended episodes, daylight savings time, or last-minute schedule changes (unless the program ran over because it aired live). The cable box also automatically records the channel that I'm currently watching--meaning, I can replay something that I failed to press the [Rec] button for, e.g., an Olympics commercial.
Fortunately, I caught the rest of the "Lost" episode online at abc.com. I have a new theory about that smoke monster. What if Jacob found a way to expel all of the evil inside of him, i.e., the black smoke? It would explain their weird relationship, and why Jacob acts so smug and likes to play God. Another theory I have: that the show is grooming Jack to replace Jacob so that the series can end with one final Jack/Locke confrontation. I could easily be wrong though. After all, I once touted a theory that the smoke monster masqueraded as the dog. :P On the other hand, I did predict the format for this season's "flashbacks" correctly...
Looks like the world's first commercial spacecraft finally took its maiden voyage. I first heard about the project from another passenger while waiting for our zero gravity flight to take off. Basically for $200,000, you can enjoy over two hours of uninterrupted weightlessness...or in my case, over two hours of uninterrupted queasiness.
Man, I made a clerical mistake on my 1040 that would have cost me around $1000 in additional taxes (I accidentally classified my long-term capital gains as short-term capital gains). The IRS enforces beaucoup taxes for holding a stock for less than a year. Good thing I caught that in time.
I noticed that "Precious" came out on DVD. Uhhh...what kind of person would willingly buy this movie much less watch it more than once? :P
This weekend: WrestleMania XXVI!
I'm seeing less and less FYE and Suncoast stores. All of the branches that I used to frequent between San Francisco and Sacramento disappeared. Admittedly, I barely collect any DVDs now. Soon Blu-ray will make my normal DVDs obsolete. I might as well just wait for the thing that replaces Blu-ray.
These new Chase ATM machines rock. I can just swipe my card now without worrying about losing it. In addition, the machine can scan check amounts without any deposit envelope or manual input.
I'm growing tired of the Camera Theater. They wouldn't let me see "Shutter Island" because they had rented out that theater for the evening. Something similar happened before, where a movie ran late because a group had rented out the room for too long (then to make matters worse, the projector broke and I had to watch the movie somewhere else). If that wasn't enough, one time I got turned away because the employees had shut the whole place down for a Christmas party! If they decide to cancel film showings, fine--but at a minimum, they really need to update the movie times and their Web site accordingly!
Just like during "The Informant!", I spent most of the film questioning the main character's sanity. Seriously, who in their right mind would voluntarily snoop around an island full of homicidal maniacs? If I had to explore a ward of escaped killers or climb down that dangerous of a cliff face, I would've been like, forget this. As you can imagine, the ending didn't surprise me at all. In fact, I had already suspected the twist before the movie had even started. :) Rating: 5
All six of my Oscar predictions came true! Unprecedented.
It's on!
Although Bret Hart can't wrestle too much due to a career-ending concussion and a stroke that he suffered awhile back, I really look forward to the match between him and Vince McMahon at WrestleMania. For me, the melodrama and entertainment of pro-wrestling has always appealed to me more than the technical side. That's why I consider Hulk Hogan my favorite pro-wrestler, even though fans generally consider him one of the least technical wrestlers in the business.
I also look forward to the rematch between The Undertaker and Shawn Michaels from last year. At first, I suspected that Shawn Michaels might actually end Undertaker's undefeated WrestleMania streak this time. But then Shawn Michaels put his career on the line. Given the Internet news that he would take another long vacation after WrestleMania, I concluded that he'd probably "retire" and come back. The Internet sure spoils the suspense in wrestling.
Then again, I also heard that The Undertaker would also take time off after WrestleMania. He might want to retire against the best of the best. So I guess we'll see. (My money's on Undertaker though.)
I posted pictures from my Olympics trip in my past blog entries.
Finally flew back from Vancouver on Saturday, after I got lost driving to the airport and then missed my flight due to the line at customs. Apparently, the Vancouver airport mandates a customs screening before boarding the plane. Fortunately, I caught another flight rather easily despite how crowded it was. Although the airline had put me on standby, I knew full well that at least one other person would underestimate that security line.
Sheesh. When I paused after the customs agent inquired whether I checked in any baggage, he actually asked me why I had to think about my answer!
All in all, I'm happy to be back in America, where the stores accept Discover card and people use miles, gallons, and Fahrenheit instead of kilometers, litters, and Celsius. :) Admittedly, I loved how Canadian parking meters and vending machines accepted $1 and $2 coins. Also liked how the Canadian restaurants always gave three checks for those going Dutch: two separate and one combined.
People in Canada seem to live and die by hockey. They talk about it constantly; their phones apprise them of the score; the news keeps covering it; and between short track races, live feeds of the hockey games kept appearing on the screen. Judging by all of the loud hockey fanatics that I passed every day on the street, downtown Vancouver must've burst into sheer pandemonium the day after I left.
Now that the 2010 Winter Olympics concluded, I can rank the highlights of the games for me:
Honorable mentions: Shaun White and Apolo Ohno. Apolo would've made my list if he had pulled off another gold medal. :)
Thanks to the shameless fervor in which Canadian TV sensationalized Joannie Rochette, she did not make my list. Although I felt bad for her, I resented proclamations like "this is the bravest girl that you're ever going to see". I once saw a U.S. short track skater sobbing on the start line because her grandfather had died of a heart attack the day before her race--she barely even got a sympathetic nod from the late night commentators.
Congratulations to Charles Hamelin for winning gold in both the 500m and 5000m relay. Even though I had to dejectedly suffer through "O Canada" and "I believe" for the umpteenth time, the guy totally deserved those victories. Side note: What's up with that jumping bean girlfriend of his? :(
As for Apolo Anton Ohno...a disqualification and another bronze medal? Come on, man--you can't end your career like that. :) Granted, Ohno has nothing left to prove--but what will become of U.S. short track at Sochi 2014? You gotta reconsider, man. :)
Pretty impressive that Ohno managed to advance into all four finals this time around, even in his worst race the 500m (to this day, I still can't believe that he won that race in the 2006 Olympics). Funny how Ohno admitted to nudging Tremblay, but claimed that Tremblay fell all by himself. Uh, good luck with that one. :) Ohno's allegation of biased refereeing might have some truth to it though--I've never seen a referee disqualify a winning racer on their own home ice. Ohno probably shouldn't talk, however, given all of the dubious calls that favored him in the past. :)
Overall as a short track fan, Friday night sucked for me. However, I did see one silver lining: Katherine Reutter. Her success in the 1000m final managed to attract more prime-time coverage for women's short track (she'll probably become a new face of the sport now). Sadly, neither NBC nor that biased CTV channel showed her medal ceremony--nor did they fully capture the emotion of her reaction. In addition to what you saw on TV, she also skated in circles screaming for joy, pumping her arms triumphantly. I've never seen anyone look so thrilled over a silver medal.
Apolo Ohno before his 500m finalMighty impressive figure skating last night...not a single fall from any of the top six women, and Kim Yu-Na shattered the ladies' world record! I felt sorry for the skaters who had to follow her (particularly Mirai Nagasu). I wonder why the current #1 doesn't just go on last, as the skiers do.
Still can't believe that my figure skating ticket landed me right in the front row! (I wore neon and sat next to a bored little kid who couldn't sit still.) Strangely, I saw lots of empty seats around me.
Despite my perfect vantage point, I restricted my photography to warm-ups and poses. Didn't want to accidentally blind any of the skaters during their jumps. :P
Warmups for the final six figure skatersOverall, about two dozen skaters performed their long programs. Many of them fell, of course. Sometimes I could predict who would struggle based on their warm-ups.
One ticket left before my Vancouver trip concludes: Ohno's final (?) two races.
Congratulations to the American women's short track team for their bronze medal victory in the 3000m relay! A good result considering how far that they trailed from the other three countries in the final (from my vantage point, the Americans almost got lapped). The race also marked the first time that I've even seen ladies short track make NBC's prime-time show. :)
Gotta feel sorry for the Korean skaters. They looked so happy before the disqualification took their gold medals away. I also read that the referee who disqualified them happened to be the same referee who disqualified Kim Dong-Sung for cutting off Ohno in the 2002 Olympics. Yikes.
U.S. men warming upToday I attend the ladies figure skating long program. I think I'll finally sit in the lower deck this time. :)
As expected, the Canadians popped loud for Ashleigh McIvor at last night's Vancouver Victory Ceremony. Also as expected, Canadian TV proudly replayed her victory ad nauseum. I find the highlight reels especially corny. They often play in slow-motion to the tune of "I believe", like some kind of propoganda film. :)
I would watch NBC instead, but everything's like yesterday's news by the time their prime-time show airs. In fact, I think all of last night's athletes received their medals before NBC even televised the first event.
On the bright side, NBC abridges the alpine skiing competitions rather nicely. Today's live Canadian coverage of women's giant slalom showed over 60 skiiers, so I could have easily missed that controversy with Lindsey Vonn and Julia Mancuso (which NBC will likely air tonight).
Someone once asked Julia Mancuso which feat would be harder to accomplish at one Olympics: winning 8 gold medals in swimming, or winning 5 gold medals in skiing. In light of all of the different mishaps at Whistler, I'd have to go with skiing. The sport just seems so unpredictable.
All in all, I think that Sven Kramer should headline the Olympic news. What a story--he won the 10,000m speed skating event, but got disqualified because his coach misdirected him into the wrong lane. Dude, how can someone go on after a brutal mistake like that? :P
Last night, I attended a round robin for men's curling. I left after about half-an-hour.
The event started with a bagpipe band parading the teams in (turns out that curling originated in Scotland). The crowd went wild! Then three different games kicked off at the same time. Stone sliding, brushing, and roars from the crowd ensued. For reasons beyond me, points appeared on the scoreboards. I couldn't even tell which delivery made the crowd cheer, much less why the crowd cheered.
Side note: USA already trailed China big-time when I left, and probably wound up in last place by the end of the night.
The Olympic coverage here continues to crack me up. After that "disgraceful" loss to the American hockey team, Team Canada replaced their goalie. Also, the Olympics broadcast live here on about three different channels. So by the time Bob Costas' program had aired the ice dancing, I must've seen Virtue and Moir win that gold medal about there different times.
Well, tonight I brave the rain to attend another round of medals ceremonies. The Canadians will probably blow the roof off of BC Place for their new ski cross gold medalist.
After all that controversy about the fenced-in torch, I finally got to see the 2010 Winter Games Caudron for myself. Meh.
Last night at the Vancouver Victory Ceremony, I got to hear the American anthem after all...on TV. Since the BC Place's ceremonies took turns with the Whistler Medals Plaza's ceremonies, half of the medals presentations broadcasted live via satellite (?). Interestingly, every gold medal of the night went to a different country--so I ended up hearing eight different national anthems.
The final gold medal, to my astonishment, went to American skiier Bode Miller. How cool is that, to finally win gold after all those disappointments. It always bugged me how the American media renounced Bode. In my opinion, they misinterpreted his stoicism as a lack of effort.
By the way, what's up with those wrinkled Olympic medals. The neurotic side of me just wants to flatten those things.
After the medals ceremonies, a couple of rock bands (Trooper and Loverboy) played their hits for the audience. I left early.
Man, people here sure obsessed over that "USA vs. Canada" hockey game. I passed all kinds of rowdy fans on my way to BC Place, and saw loads of news coverage on it. Today's headlines gave me the impression that Canadians expected better from their overall medal counts too. I guess that "Own the Podium" program didn't bear much fruit.
I'm starting to realize how manipulative that TV can be. After watching Canada's Olympic coverage for awhile, I began to feel this urge to root for Canadian athletes. :)
This evening, I attend curling qualification rounds. Afterward, I have four events left for the rest of the week. I'm really looking forward to short track and figure skating. To ensure that I never lose my tickets, I've been carrying them around with me wherever I go. :)
Nice weather here in Vancouver. Too bad that downtown traffic and parking suck so badly. Rude drivers too. I'm glad that the city stepped up with its public transportation system, i.e. the SkyTrain and loads of free buses to Olympic venues.
I'm starting to tire of Canadian flags. I see them all over the place here--on buildings, on cars, and on people. Also, the Olympic news coverage largely focuses on Canadian athletes (most of whom I never heard of). I guess this shouldn't surprise me though--what else would they do, root for Americans? :)
I did find one channel that here airs NBC's coverage of the Olympic Games (the one hosted by Bob Costas). NBC really edits the short track racing. In the live event that I attended last night, the women skated first and then alternated with the men's races. The women's 1500m finals actually took place just before the men's 1000m finals. However, NBC televised all of the women's races in late night as if each one took place consecutively. Also, NBC pruned both of the closing flower ceremonies.
Both the men's and women's qualification races excited me. I beamed when both Apolo Ohno and Katherine Reutter made it to the finals. Unfortunately, my high hopes turned into bitter disappointment when both competitors slipped to the back of their respective packs. It's a wonder that Ohno still managed a bronze medal after a mishap like that.
Ideally, I wanted Ohno to win gold in the only individual Olympic race that he never won gold in--but I'll just have to settle for the consolation that he broke the record for most medals won by an American in the Olympic Winter Games.
Side note #1: The crowd sure popped for Ohno (and each Canadian skater).
Side note #2: I don't know if Ohno felt restless or what. During the skaters' semi-final and final introductions, he kept wondering off around the racetrack. At one point, he even kicked an entire line of blocks out of way.
Given all of yesterday's disappointing finishes, I'll probably be dejected at the medals ceremonies today. I really wanted to hear at least one American anthem. :)
Pacific ColiseumSheesh...good thing I missed Apolo Ohno's twitter where he spoiled the results of the men's snowboard cross. That final race had me on the edge of my seat. Seth Wescott rules. Can't say the same for Lindsey Jacobellis, unfortunately. I waited four years for her to redeem herself after that notorious silver medal finish (as you might recall, she showboated before the finish line and crashed). I guess she'll have to try again in 2014.
Grrr, remind me to avoid all news sites and broadcasts for the duration of the Olympics. To my chagrin, CNN spoiled the result of the women's downhill event for me. I surfed to their Web site and gaped at a huge "Lindsey Vonn wins downhill gold" headline. It didn't occur to me that alpine skiing took place sooner than all the other events. Oh well. Lindsey Vonn sure looked happy, didn't she? Watching her on-air catharsis exhausted me.
As for Shani Davis, I'm glad that he seemed to appreciate his gold medal victory this time around. The first time that he won a gold medal, man--I couldn't believe how dejected he looked.
Bad news for my friend in Vancouver...the Olympic organizing committee cancelled his ticket to the snowboard halfpipe competition. "Heavy warm rains on Saturday and Sunday have made the general admission standing room area at the Cypress snowboard stadium unsafe for spectators. The rains washed away almost a foot of snow in the area where the standing room area was to be located."
Fortunately, all that bizarre Vancouver weather doesn't affect my events since they all take place indoors. This Saturday, I head to Vancouver (with my neon cap) for the women's figure skating, curling, and the final (?) short track races of Ohno's career. Based on my Internet research, he sounds like the underdog going in. However, I've learned never to underestimate him. :)
Crazy 1500m short track final last night. Apolo Ohno had to race against not one, not two, but three Korean skaters at the same time. I'd liken that predicament to racing against three hostile motorists on a single two-lane highway. Normally, anything less than a gold medal for Ohno would disappoint me, but under those circumstances I felt thankful that he won any medal at all. The silver medal now ties him with Bonnie Blair for most Winter Olympic medals, and for those of you who like symmetry, tidily evens out his medal count to two gold, two silver, and two bronze.
That U.S. Olympic rookie, J. R. Celski, managed to win a medal too. Pretty good considering America's record in Olympic short track events.
Once again, NBC didn't air the women's short track qualification races live. So I had to sit through moguls and luge between Ohno's races...then wait past 12:30am to catch the pre-recorded women's races. Naturally, I rooted for Katherine Reutter, the promising young skater whom I met at the 2008 World Cup. Her false start in the 500m gave me quite the scare. I also found the women's relay semifinals really suspenseful--because if the Americans had failed to qualify, then I'd have had no one to root for from the stands next week. :) Side note: I verified that Allison Baver will skate in the relay final.
After listening closely to the announcer in that stadium, I now believe that I can take a camera into the events so long as I don't use flash. After all, I doubt that the announcer would warn against flash photography if security had confiscated everyone's cameras. :) I don't see myself taking too many pictures though...probably just of the starting line and the medal ceremonies (which NBC appears to snub unless an American wins gold).
Haha, love this quote from Ohno: "We skate with 17-, 18-inch samurai swords on our feet."
This year, I signed up for a workplace program that would give me a rebate if I improved my "personal vitality" over the new 2-3 weeks. Sounds simple, right? Well as one of the exercises, I'm supposed to assign myself 10 paper clips a week. Every time I think of something negative, I'm supposed to give up one paper clip (kind of like that Simpsons episode where Homer kept a swear jar). I can tell you right now, those paper clips are already gone. :)
Too bad I can't amend the exercise to retake one paper clip every time I think of something positive. I felt pretty euphoric yesterday when the dentist adjusted my bite to solve a toothache (I went in there dreading some kind of filling replacement or root canal).
Having seen "The Blind Side" a.k.a. the one Oscar nominee left that I missed watching last year, I can now rank all ten of the Best Picture nominees from 2009:
I also already decided on my Oscar predictions for 2009:
Read book: "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" (2003) by J.K. Rowling (spoiler alert)
A couple of Harry Potter fans once told me that they never cared for Order of the Phoenix--they liked Goblet of Fire the most. I couldn't disagree more. I'd actually consider Order of the Phoenix one of the best Harry Potter installments of the series, thanks to a lady whom I'd rank as one of the best villains of all-time: Dolores Umbridge. Man I hate that character. I hate her worse than Voldemort. She made me fume during the movie, and made me fume even worse when I read the book. I particularly liked that part (exclusive to the book) when she tried to trample on Harry Potter's career aspirations. (BTW, much respect to McGonagall for standing up to her.)
As a result of Order of the Phoenix, I decided to stop reading the Harry Potter books retroactively. This book took me about two years to struggle through, I believe, for a couple of reasons: a) I already knew what would happen from watching the movie, and b) I dreaded this particular chapter in Harry's character development...particularly the doomed bond with his really cool godfather and that tiresome longing for Cho, the girl who made his stomach turn somersaults. :)
Did I ever mention why I dislike Cho? For starters, her fixation on that dead ex-boyfriend of hers--I hated how she kept bringing it up and crying about it during conversations with Harry. Enough already. :) Secondly, her jealousy of Hermione--I hated how she accused Harry of liking her. Actually, maybe Cho should feel jealous because in my view, Harry and Hermione would make a much better couple. :) Thirdly, her defense of that snitch friend of hers. I found that betrayal inexcusable.
All in all, I liked the movie better than the book because the film trimmed stuff I didn't care about such as "Weasley is our King", Hermione's clothes for the house elves, the new centaur teacher, and Hagrid's mysterious injuries. However, I did feel that the book had its own unique merits. Examples:
I also enjoyed the colorful ways in which characters expressed themselves, e.g. Harry repressing a snort with difficulty, Fudge "ammending" someone's line, Umbridge speaking in a "testy" voice, Hermione speaking in an "injured" voice, Luna as usual looking as though she had "drifted in accidentally", and a confrontation where Voldemort "spat" his line.
A couple of my favorite quotes from book:
"He [Ron] had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in his crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing his examiner's reflection."
"It was a mark of the seriousness of the situation that Hermione made no objection to the smashing of the Transfiguration department."
Interestingly, my foreknowledge of the next two books led me to catch some tiny details in Order of the Phoenix that I never would've caught otherwise:
Rating: 7
My flight to Atlanta had so few passengers on it that we each got a row to ourselves. I also breezed through security since the checkpoint had no line.
Everything would've been perfect had a screaming infant not sat behind me. :)
Awesome Royal Rumble Match this year. Nary any overcrowding this time (unlike that "clustercuss" from last year). And at long last, I got to personally witness that "iron man" scenario wherein one wrestler goes on a streak and eliminates consecutive entrants one by one.
Good thing that I didn't bet on the winner this year. I would've lost...again...similar to how I almost lost the bet on that Royal Rumble Match two years ago. :)
Props to the Royal Rumble stage this year. The screen on the right displayed the countdown to the next entrant; the screen on the left displayed the wrestler's entry number (so no need to calculate entry #30 this time).
Wasn't a fan of that incessant blue light on the audience though.
I wonder where that saying, "Don't cry over spilled milk," came from. Earlier this week, I spilled milk in my car (or more accurately, failed to notice the leak in a jug of milk I bought until too late)...and I consider it a really big deal. After a futile attempt to clean it myself, I had to pay beaucoup bucks for a professional to take care of it.
In women's figure skating news, it looks like two teenage newcomers will represent USA at the 2010 Winter Olympics: Rachael Flatt and Mirai Nagasu. Sasha Cohen fell during the U.S. Figure Skating Championships and failed to qualify. Actually, I think Cohen is known for that though: biffing the long program after nailing the short program.
Finished tabulating the music video results for 2H 2009. "You're A Jerk" by New Boyz inexplicably came in last place. :)
Can't believe that "Avatar" broke the worldwide box office record set by "Titanic". At this rate, "Avatar" will break the U.S. box office record set by "Titanic" as well: $600.8 million. So even though James Cameron's films cost a whole lot, they sure make a whole lot.
This weekend: the Royal Rumble in Atlanta.
What the heck. Thanks to the cancellation of "The Jay Leno Show", the "Law & Order" show that I watch every week will move to Mondays at 10pm. Now my Monday TV schedule will look like this:
Side note: I liked Hiro's reaction when his defense lawyer called him to the stand: "What? Have you seen 'Law & Order'? That always backfires."
The final Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien airs tonight. I still think that he got totally screwed. Back when he inherited the show from Jay Leno, I assumed that Leno would just retire if "The Jay Leno Show" ever got cancelled. I assumed wrong.
Fortunately, I got to attend Conan O'Brien's live taping at least once. Haha, someone once suggested to me that instead of seeing Conan live in New York, that I should wait until he takes over the Tonight Show in Los Angeles. It's like that discipline from the "Dune" novel: "the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing." My two cents: sometimes if you desire a "thing", then you should reach out and grasp that "thing" ASAP before there's no more "thing" left to grasp.
Made me think of the advice that Locke once gave somebody on "Lost": to find something that you misplaced, stop looking for it.
With the Winter Olympic games coming up, I began skimming Apolo Ohno's twitter updates. Pretty funny how most of the tweets talk about training or feeling high on life. He even wrote the line, "Smiling as soon as I awoke!" I can't remember a single day in my life wherein I woke up smiling. I can, however, recall a lot of days when I woke up stoic.
Anyway, here's a recap of the Olympic events that I plan to attend during my Vancouver trip. Recently, a charge of $1724.51 alarmed me on my credit card statement. Turns out that my hotel in Vancouver charged me ahead of time for my stay. :)
Man, that Peter Petrelli character in "Heroes" is really starting to annoy me. Now that he can only absorb one power at a time, one would think that he'd absorb each power more judiciously. For example, he lost his power to heal people (useful for his job as a paramedic) by absorbing the power to fly. Stupid! Now he can't get the healing power back because the originator died. Then to my dismay, he gave up Claire's power to self-heal (useful for facing dangerous villains) in order to absorb the power to fly again. What!
Out of all the actors who portrayed Heath Ledger's character in the Imaginarium, I liked Johnny Depp the best. Seems wrong that this guy never won an Oscar. Side note: some kind of cell phone rings after the credits. Rating: 5
Just like in "Surrogates", I liked all of the little details about how business and technology would change to suit the new clientele. For example, cars that could block sunlight and self-repair flat tires, underground walkways, and uh...blood farming. Side note: what was with the bat. Rating: 7
Just when I thought that I wouldn't attend any more WrestleManias, WWE pulled a rabbit out of their hat. :)
Last Monday, I raced back to San Jose in order to catch a watershed episode of WWE. Bret "The Hitman" Hart finally returned to the WWE ring, after 12 years of estrangement from the company, to make peace over the Montreal Screwjob.
For you non-pro-wrestling fans, the Montreal Screwjob refers to a real-life 1997 incident so controversial that it divided the pro-wrestling world forevermore. Basically, Bret Hart refused to lose the WWF title to a real-life archnemesis of his, Shawn Michaels, in Montreal--and so Vince McMahon orchestrated a conspiracy to falsify the finish of their championship match (in retaliation, Bret spat on Vince and later punched him out in the locker room). The Montreal Screwjob gained such notoriety that it inspired multiple pro-wrestling storylines for years and years (including, I believe, the evil "Mr. McMahon" character that Vince plays on TV).
I had pretty much dismissed any notion that Bret Hart would ever appear in a WWE storyline again. It goes to show that you can never say never. :)
In other exciting TV news, the final season of "Lost" premieres on February 2.
Additionally, CBS finally announced the cast for to "Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains". I'm really looking forward it. In my view, the season will help me conclude whom I consider the greatest Survivor player of all time. I actually don't think that the "greatest Survivor player of all time" would have to win the game either. If the same player can consistently make it to the final two or three, e.g., Amanda, then I'd give that achievement more weight than someone who won the game earlier but went out quickly once they returned.
Currently, I narrowed down the best players to the following returning cast members:
As for the rest of the heroes and villains cast, I don't see them as any threat. :)
Offhand, if I were the players, I'd break up that "black widow" alliance and get rid of Russell early. :) The heroes should also keep Tom if they want to win tribal immunity (in Palau, he led his tribe to a perfect record).
Update 1/28/2010: When I watched the movie again last night, I shifted suspicion to the boy who threw the baron's son into the water...he seemed mean enough, lived near the burning barn (whereas the pastor's children appeared to have alibis that night), and had a sister who somehow knew about the baby's window and the midwife's son. When I think about it though, I find it more and more likely that different perpetrators committed the crimes...and not necessarily in cahoots. Other tidbits that I noticed:
On a final note, I really like the formality in how the children respect their parents. :)
Biggest events of the decade, in my opinion:
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Year | 2006 | 2008 |
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Music video | "Jesus Walks" Kanye West | "Right Now" Korn |
Album | "Fallen" Evanescence | "Anywhere I Lay My Head" Scarlett Johansson |
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Commercial | "Ratchet & Clank" commercials where teenagers try out weapons "not meant for this world". | Boost Mobile commercial where a female cyclist with armpit hair says, "You think this is wrong?" |
Movie trailer | "Memento" (2001) | "Year One" (2009) |
Director | Paul Greengrass | Uwe Boll |
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Beverage | Sprite Tropical Remix | Salted lassi |
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Music video | "Bad Romance" Lady Gaga | (tie) "Lessons Learned" Matt and Kim and "Best I Ever Had" Drake |
TV series | "Lost" | "WWE Superstars" |
Commercial | (tie) "Major League Baseball 2K9" commercial where Tim Lincecum coaches his easily distracted video game counterpart, and Sony commercial where "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" characters join the Sony panel of "experts". | (tie) Boost Mobile commercial where a female cyclist with armpit hair says, "You think this is wrong?" and Burger King commercial where women coo over the new BK burger shots. |
Movie trailer | "Star Trek" | "Year One" |
Beverage | Café au lait | Diet Pepsi Max |
Ok, here it is: my own personal list of the best "heroes" and "villains" in the entire 19-season history of "Survivor".
As I examined the list, I noticed that nary any "villains" ever won the game. I think that reinforces my belief that the best Survivor players strategize on the inside while staying likeable on the outside. Politicians, if you will.
Heroes | Villains |
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Tom Westman (the charismatic firefighter who won "Survivor: Palau") | Dre "Dreamz" Herd (the hypocrite who reneged on his deal with Yau-Man) |
Rupert Boneham (the bearded fisherman guy with the loud victory scream, who won a million dollars as the show's favorite All-Stars contestant) | Jonny Fairplay (the idiot who lied that his grandmother died) |
Yau-Man Chan (the popular Chinese guy) | Benjamin "Coach" Wade (the haughty, self-proclaimed "Dragonslayer" warrior) |
James "J.T." Thomas, Jr. (the likeable country guy who won "Survivor: Tocantins") | Jerri Manthey (the infamous villainess from "Survivor: The Australian Outback") |
Michael Skupin (the guy who passed out into the fire) | Russell Hantz (the saboteur with a big mouth who should have won "Survivor: Samoa") |
Yul Kwon (the likeable people manager who won "Survivor: Cook Islands") | Rob Mariano (the Boston "Godfather" who betrayed too many players to win "Survivor: All-Stars") |
Jessica "Sugar" Kiper (the pin-up model who felt that "the good guys should win in the end") | Sue Hawk (the truck driver from "Survivor: Borneo" who delivered the infamous speech about the "snakes" and "rats") |
Bob Crowley (the resourceful Physics teacher who won "Survivor: Gabon") | Richard Hatch (the winner of "Survivor: Borneo" who gained notoriety by evading his taxes) |
Ozzy Lusth (the acrobatic competitor whom all the women seem to like) | Natalie Bolton (the "black widow" who dissuaded men from using their immunity idol) |
Colby Donaldson (the cowboy whom all the women seem to like) | Ken Hoang (the video gamer who lied a lot) |
Paschal English (the upstanding judge who drew "purple rock") | Jonathan Penner (the intellectual player who "mutinied" and then betrayed the tribe that took him in...to tell you the truth, he's actually one of my favorite players) |
I almost included Stephenie LaGrossa as a hero, but the Guatemala season sorta knocked some shine off that halo. I also excluded Elisabeth Filarski from the heroes list after she stirred up controversy as a co-host on "The View". :)
Ever notice that the lyrics to that stupid LMFAO song, "I'm in Miami Trick", change based on the location of the radio station that plays it? For a long time I thought that the chorus line went, "I'm in the Bay trick", until I drove to southern California and the chorus changed to, "I'm in LA trick". At one point on the road, I could've sworn that I heard those idiots sing, "I'm in the desert trick".
If you ever wanted to see "Riverdance", then you better act fast. Rating: 8
"Survivor: Samoa", one of the best seasons that I've ever seen, finally concludes tonight. I hope that guy Brett doesn't win the rest of the immunity challenges. Talk about a bump on the log.
I think Survivor fans around the world can agree that "evil" Russell played the best game this season...which struck me as ironic because I kept pegging Russell as the least likely player to make it to the end. Look at how he played the game:
Historically, just one of these reasons alone could get a player voted out. Russell embodied all three!
Interestingly, I don't hate Russell all that much despite everything that he did in the first episode (committing sabotage and calling people "dumb"). Once he found that hidden immunity idol without any clues (the first player ever to do so), I actually began to respect him.
The Survivor players that I hate the most are the hypocrites--the ones that self-righteously claim that they have morals and integrity, when in fact they're just as bad (or worse) than everybody else. I think that one player, Dreamz, epitomized my sentiment. I still remember how he accepted someone's car in exchange for his immunity idol, and swore to God and swore on his son that he would honor his word. In the episodes that followed, he insisted that he would show a good example to his son and even acted indignant at the notion that anyone would doubt him. When it came time to hold up his end of the deal--even though he had no chance of winning the game--he reneged...and also kept the car!
Update 12/21/2009: Too bad about this season's winner. That's happened before, where a jury voted for the "coattails" player out of hatred for the "mastermind" player. It did seem like poetic justice though, that Russell would lose to a woman whom he inappropriately called "dumb". Hubris...
Update 12/21/2009: Hey, maybe Dreamz will wind up on "Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains". I should make a list of the players who struck me as the biggest heroes and villains.
Can't wait to see the new, critically acclaimed film by Michael Haneke titled "The White Ribbon". The trailer came on before "Broken Embraces", and looked really good.
My Olympic ticket for women's figure skating arrived today. Ex-cel-lent. Hopefully, I'll have someone to root for. Last I read, injuries sidelined all of the top Americans.
I liked seeing Benjamin Bratt on that last episode of "Law & Order". His appearance reminded me of that golden age in the series when he used to investigate homicides with Jerry Orbach. I always enjoyed the chemistry between those two. Season seven, in particular, won an Emmy and featured all of my favorite episodes.
That weekly storyline regarding Lt. Van Buren's cancer is starting to depress me. I noticed that after my Mom, I began feeling more of a connection to other families in the same situation. My opinion about chemotherapy also changed, as I used to see a dignity in refusing it. Not anymore. If I ever contract cancer, then sign me up.
I didn't like how "Monk" ended. (If you didn't see the series finale, read no further.)
Specifically, let me explain the unfortunate irony of that plot twist. The actress who plays Monk's wife Trudy, Melora Hardin, also played Michael Scott's ex-girlfriend Jan on "The Office". In one episode, Michael reunited with Jan just to father a baby that she conceived through artificial insemination. When Michael grew depressed, his co-workers helped him realize that he felt no bond with the baby because he had no paternity to it.
Ironically, I shared that same sentiment about Monk's obsession with Molly: a grown-up woman whom Monk had no paternity to. Weirded me out.
I ended up seeing "Brothers" in place of the original film that I wanted to see. The film projector broke, so the theater gave me two free VIP passes.
While waiting for a concert to start, I noticed something curious: the girl next to me began signing to a lady two rows down from her. A really lengthy conversation, too--not just "hello" and "thank you". It made me wonder whether sign language could communicate specific names and places. Also made me wonder whether a deaf person would ever attended a concert.
I concluded that Kelly Clarkson does not lip synch. After introducing one of her songs as "happy" in order to show that she doesn't just perform "sad and depressing" songs, she forgot the lyrics. She also sounded tired by the time that she got to "Since U Been Gone"...I suspect that I know the reason, but would rather not say aloud. Rating: 8
Man, these pro-wrestlers keep dying. This latest one to die, Umaga the Samoan Bulldozer, competed in a couple of my favorite WWE matches: the Hair vs. Hair Match between Donald Trump and Vince McMahon at WrestleMania 23, and the Last Man Standing Match with John Cena.
I guess last Friday's penultimate episode of "Monk" sorta revealed the mastermind behind Trudy's murder (I say "mastermind" because Monk already found the car bomber and the six-fingered accomplice). Interestingly, I cared less about the revelation and more about the flashback where Trudy actually died. Despite all of the onscreen evidence of her demise, i.e., Monk finding the lady whom Trudy donated her corneas to, I always wondered in the back of my mind whether the car bombing could have been staged.
I also felt somewhat indifferent about the revelation because when I think back to all eight seasons of "Monk", none of my favorite episodes had much to do with Trudy. I guess I always found Monk's dream to rejoin the police force much more interesting.
Now that Stottlemeyer, Randy, Sharona, and Natalie all found love, I think that wraps up every character arc for Monk's co-stars. I'm still wondering whether Monk would ever find love again. If I remember correctly, he met three different love interests over the course of the series. Pretty good considering his neurotic behavior and that wedding ring that he never takes off.
Speaking of "Monk", this recent increase in my California state tax really bugs me--not so much because I miss the money, but because I loved how my paycheck used to come out to an even number.
Today at lunch, the IBM cafeteria served a new entree called Pueblo Pork Roast: slices of pork coated with quite possibly the best sauce that I've ever tasted. The sauce looked brownish and smelled really good. Now I have to reevaluate my list of top five favorite meals of all-time:
On a related note, I found that I really like that sweet fire chicken at "Panda Express". One time I ate the exact same meal twice in one day. For lunch, I ate the sweet fire chicken with string bean chicken and fried rice. For dinner, I drove to a different "Panda Express" and ordered the exact same entree. :)
I had to order a new debit card because an ATM machine ate my old one. The card didn't get pulled all the way in either--I could see it still jammed in the slot.
A letter from my stock broker scared me. The letter stated that they had "disappointing news": that one of my stock investments (FairPoint Communications) had declared bankruptcy, and that I could only recoup $1 from it now. After nervously searching my recycle bin for my last statement, I finally discovered how many shares of this stock that I actually owned: seven. Man! I wish that they had worded the news less alarmingly.
Recently, I compiled a list of coming attractions that caught my interest:
Yesterday evening, I waited about two hours to meet Hulk Hogan at his book signing in Los Angeles. After shaking his hand (and realizing how old that he looked up close), all I could think of to ask him was: "How are you?" His response: "Good brother, knowing all of you came out to see me." He signed my book with "To Steven, Hulk Hogan", and then directed me to Jimmy Hart. To my disappointment, both Jimmy Hart and a nearby security guard refused to take my picture with Hogan. I really hate these autograph signings that ban photography with the celebrity (especially in lieu of the extra cash I had to shill out just to acquire the book that had the wristband for admission in it--now I'm stuck with two books). So I left Barnes & Noble sort of bummed. I did manage to photograph Hogan from the autograph line, at least.
As for Hogan's autobiographical book, I stopped reading it because it began to tarnish my view of him, i.e., his personal demons, secret drug addictions, a sexual lawsuit against him, and admissions of dishonesty. Also in my view, some of his thoughts sure sounded like rationalizations.
Found it interesting that last night's "Heroes" episode caused a butterfly effect in the Heroes wiki. Now that Hiro finally saved his true love (the same one whom he failed to save when he went back in time in season 1), I noticed that a) her wiki page drastically changed since I last read it, and b) the ability that Sylar killed her for now has a footnote on it. Also found it funny how during the episode, Sylar thought that the cheerleader's regenerative power would make him invincible. Over the course of the third season, I've seen "invincible" Sylar get knocked out, drugged, and brainwashed. Additionally in that same season, I've seen two other characters with the same regenerative power get killed. :)
Access Hollywood recently reported that Apolo Ohno tweets now. Great...another Twitter page that I won't read. :)
I don't understand baseball. I once found it cool that the Boston Red Sox broke a 86-year-old curse and won the 2004 World Series--but the pizza parlor where I watched the game looked completely vacant. When I mentioned my observation to a co-worker, she explained to me that "everybody hates the Red Sox". (Side note: she's a fan of the New York Yankees.) It never made sense to me why West Coast baseball fans would care so about East Coast baseball teams.
Update 11/2/2009: Good game last night. Sometimes I blink and a boring baseball game turns really exciting.
My lab announced a Raccoon Relocation Program starting Monday: "Facilities will be coordinating a raccoon relocation program using humane devices on lawn areas surrounding the towers. These devices will not impact employee access to the campus. Please do not disturb these devices." Personally I would prefer a raccoon "abatement" program, given how paranoid I've become of them whenever I leave work at sundown. :P
Lots of Hulk Hogan in the news lately, i.e., a past suicide attempt and signing with WWE rival TNA. I probably won't bring up either subject though, if I manage to meet him during Thursday's book signing in Los Angeles. :)
Caught an interesting "South Park" episode on pro-wrestling where the kids started their own promotion--but instead of wrestling, they just performed soap opera skits for the crowd. Although I felt that some of the satire missed the mark, I did see some truth in it. The WWE does concentrate on storytelling in their vignettes, commentating, and wrestling matches. I also agree that a lot of WWE fans can't tell the fact from the fiction. However, I disagreed with how dumb that the "South Park" pro-wrestling fans came across as. Granted, I find a lot of pro-wrestling fans insufferable--but in a "fanboy" kind of way, i.e., they post/read a lot of garbage on the Internet, howl "Woooo!" wherever they go, and basically won't shut up (plus they get drunk).
Additionally, the voice actors in the "South Park" episode sounded nothing like Cena, Edge, and Vince McMahon. :)
A couple of people asked me how accurately that "The Wrestler" movie portrayed pro-wrestling. Pretty accurately, I felt...except that I've never seen a pro-wrester use a stapler on an opponent. I have, however, attended really cool hardcore matches where the guys landed on thumbtacks, barbed wire, tables, and/or fire. These matches occur in the WWE very rarely though.
Sadly, I used to think that the thumbtacks didn't hurt...but I found out from interviews that they apparently cause the wrestler a lot of pain. :P
I had to explain the part where Mickey Rourke made his face look bloody. I'm afraid that the blood isn't fake. The pro-wrestlers actually use a razor blade to make a tiny cut in their forehead (usually it's small enough so that they don't need stitches). The wrestling community calls it "blading". I haven't seen it in a few months though--ever since WWE programming turned PG.
"Saw VI" answered a few questions that I either didn't ask or didn't care about anymore:
I guess I'll have to wait for a "Saw VII" to clarify the reporter's trap (the one explained by the tape recorder that she broke). P.S. Where did Jigsaw get all these buildings? P.S.S. Did Jigsaw really say "That's a human being," in defense of that guy that they locked into a twisting device?? Rating: 7
Finally found another mini-fridge (a "Galaxy" one from Sears) that could comfortably hold milk, water, and eyedrops. No more room temperature water and single-use milk cartons for me. :)
What the heck...today as our jury pool sat there waiting in the courtroom, the lawyers began whispering privately. Then the prosecutor whispered to the bailiff and stepped out; the defense lawyer stepped out without his client; the court clerk phoned the bailiff and whispered to him privately; the lawyers came back and conferred privately in the judge's chambers; the judge came out, told us to wait while they renegotiate the case, and went to the back; more time passed; the judge and defense lawyer finally came out sans prosecutor (the bailiff had to go look for him); then when the prosecutor returned...the judge excused all of us! Total waste of my morning.
Someday...someday I vow to make it onto a jury. :)
Coincidentally, my jury pool included a guy who sits in the office across from mine. From his perspective, the defense lawyer wanted to plea bargain after he saw what the potential jurors looked like. Is this what our justice system has become? Some kind of game?
Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize...??
Das cool.
This might sound strange, but I always felt that Oppenheimer deserved one of those awards. Thanks to his development of the atom bomb, World War II ended and we haven't had another World War since. :)
Did you know that Gandhi never won one of those awards? I guess he was like the Alfred Hitchcock of the Oscars: nominated but never won.
I read somewhere that "whatever" topped a national poll for most annoying phrase. Whatever. Personally, I can't stand that phrase "janky". I hate it when programmers use it.
The fridge I talked about it my last blog inexplicably broke. Good thing I finished the milk, but now I'm stuck drinking room temperature water. I should really just splurge on a better fridge. Did I mention that I finally cleaned my previous fridge? I wore a face mask, goggles, and gloves, and sponged that whole interior with bleach. Even though I opened a window, I could barely breathe after awhile and worried I might pass out. :)
Also didn't get out much this week thanks to a lousy head cold. My voice sounded nasal-y all week. At one point, I couldn't enjoy any meals because I lost all sense of taste. Made me realize how much that I take that sense for granted.
Turns out that I have no jury duty Monday because the courthouses close on Columbus Day.
I found it curious how on that show "Heroes", two of the bachelors' fridges contained only mustard and a beverage. I can understand the beverage, but mustard?? I don't get it. In comparison, my fridge only contains necessities:
My upcoming schedule:
I'm really starting to look forward to the Olympics...especially when I heard that Ahn Hyn-Soo, the Korean speedskater who kept beating Ohno at the last Olympics, failed to qualify. Now it seems like anybody's game. For a profile of each speedskater to watch, see the Speed skating preview: Short track at universalsports.com.
Can't believe that film director Roman Polanski finally got arrested. What a life this guy had. The highlights:
Are people getting dumber and dumber? I started wondering that as I read some of the Internet comments about Polanski's arrest. Instead of anything remotely meaningful, I saw nothing but rude and uninsightful remarks (from both sides of the issue)...basically from anonymous users without any manners.
My list of peeves in this world just keeps growing and growing. Speaking of which, I have jury duty coming up next month. My biggest peeve about that: the people who get out of jury duty by claiming that they can't speak English (for example, the potential Asian jurors that suddenly developed bad accents during the last voir dire that I attended). If only the judge could strip these people of their U.S. citizenships.
I found it amusing that so many rude outbursts headlined the national news last week, i.e., Kanye West, Serena Williams, and the "You lie!" guy. Out of these three individuals, Kanye outraged me the most. Basically, I found his interruption of Taylor Swift unprovoked and unprecedented--worst of all, I can recall at least two previous occasions where he ran his mouth like that. At least he looked really dejected during Jay Leno's interview. :)
Although I would never threaten to shove a ball down someone's throat, I could somewhat relate to Serena's frustration during that tennis match. In addition to blowing easy shots, I used to fume when opponents incorrectly called the ball "out" or called the score wrong. None of those compare to what I consider the rudest diss in tennis though: nailing somebody with the ball without apologizing. The last time an opponent did that to me, I got them back but good. :)
As for the "You lie!" guy...I watched the YouTube video and think that the incident got overblown, but I do think that the Congressman overreacted. Maybe it's just me, but I never understood how something as boring as health care could incite such visceral reactions. Even in layman's terms, I can barely tell the three plans apart.
Olympic trials started for U.S. short track speedskating. To my surprise, Allison Baver managed to qualify even though she shattered her right leg about seven months ago. Most impressive.
Man, what an unpredictable women's singles tournament at the U.S. Open. I had considered it a foregone conclusion that either Venus or Serena would win...but to my astonishment, unseeded Kim Clijsters beat both of them (in the latter match, she won the final point by penalty because Serena verbally abused the line umpire)! I don't think I've ever seen a Grand Slam tournament with so many upsets in it: three of them belonging to the now famous 17-year-old American newbie, Melanie Oudin (she unexpectedly upset top players Dementieva, Sharapova, and Petrova). I sort of regret tuning into her quarterfinal match though...a) because I think I jinxed her streak, and b) because her loss of a good attitude (confirmed by her coach during an ESPN interview) stirred up some bad memories for me. My own ex-coach once told me something similar during the conclusion of my high school tennis season: that my loss of a "zen" attitude really disappointed her...a fitting assessment given that later on, my favorite racket broke because I had abused it so many times. :( I gave up tennis shortly after that.
Hard to believe, huh--that someone as mild-mannered as me would grow so frustrated with the sport that he'd bang his racket on the ground? Well, it didn't happen overnight. I had gone from earning a spot on the varsity team to getting stigmatized (day in and day out), blowing some key shots despite all the times that I had practiced them, and eventually losing just about every match that I played (including opponents that I should have beaten easily).
I guess high school tennis gave me more of a rush than I cared to admit though. One time while dating an amateur tennis player, I came out of "retirement" to play a mixed doubles game. Well, the opposing girl dinked the ball kind of high and I kind of overhead-smashed it into her. As I apologized profusely, my date said something like: how could I do that. Blame it on my competitive spirit. :P
Update 9/14/2009: Doh! In addition to missing Serena's rant, I found out that I tuned out just prior to Federer's trick shot and Kanye West's interruption of Taylor Swift's VMA acceptance speech.
Update 9/15/2009: Possibly the greatest Grand Slam tournament that I've ever followed, until I see one better. Props to all the underdogs. First Kim Clijsters upset both Venus and Serena to win the women's championship; then this new guy Juan Martín del Potro beat both Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer (arguably the two best tennis players on Earth) to win the men's championship. I applaud the victory a lot more when the winners beat really formidable opponents on their way to the trophy, rather than breezing through each bracket.
Made me sort of envious when I heard that Ted Kennedy got buried in Arlington. I like that cemetary a lot. I wouldn't mind roaming there if I ever turned into a ghost.
Interesting news about Wikipedia. About time that they restrict the authors. One downside though: I like reading the rumors on Wikipedia, even if they don't come from published sources.
Entertainment Weekly published a new countdown: Watching the Unwatchable: 16 'Dare You to Look' Scenes. After reviewing the ew.com picks, I decided to come up with my own top ten "hard to watch" movie scenes:
Honorable mentions:
I finally decided to rent "Audition" after I saw it on the ew.com list. During my first rental attempt, the DVD wouldn't play because it had so many scratches on it. Hollywood Video wouldn't even refund my money--the cashier just gave me a store credit despite all the time I wasted coming back. The second time that I rented it, the cashier looked at the cover with dismay and began making a commotion about what a messed up movie it was. It's experiences like these that remind me why I hate renting DVDs so much.
I couldn't resist buying the new Harry Potter gift card from Regal Entertainment. The card showcases my favorite Half-Blood Prince poster on it: the one where Dumbledore appears as a reflection in Harry's glasses. I guess I never explained why I liked this poster the best. To me, Dumbledore's quote sums up my perception of him perfectly (not just in Half-Blood Prince, but in Deathly Hallows as well): "Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry."
The Half-Blood Prince's annotated textbook sure reminds me of real-life. Metaphorically, I prefer the old textbook with notes rather than a brand-new glossy one. Remember that wiki site I first created three years ago? To this day, I still contribute to it heavily. I also use the same home computer, TV, cell phone, automobile, and sonic toothbrush that I acquired over five years ago. Whenever I come across a model that I like, I stick with it. :)
I've actually seen "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" four times now. To find out what intrigued me enough to re-watch it, scroll past the HP6 "spoiler alert" graphic below. :)
Intriguing movie element #1: "When Ginny Kissed Harry" (the name of the melodic tune that played during their first kiss). At first, I denounced how the movie handled their romance. In the original storyline, Harry kissed Ginny (after weeks of hiding his crush on her from Ron)--not the other way around. :) After awhile though, their movie romance began to fascinate me...primarily because I couldn't wrap my head around it. Case in point: after Ginny hid the book and kissed Harry, she added: "I can stay hidden up here too if you like," (!) before vanishing. What did she mean by that? An invitation to play hide-and-seek with her? Some kind of setup for the final movie, where perhaps the two emotionally reunite in that same room? This open-ended scene gave me hope that the next film installments would develop their relationship better than the Deathly Hallows book did.
Intriguing movie element #2: Jim Broadbent as Professor Slughorn. That actor really worked some magic because he turned Slughorn--my least favorite character from the book--into my most favorite character in the movie! I felt that his scenes stole the film, and really liked how well that he humanized that narrative about Harry's mother.
Intriguing movie element #3: "Professor Dumbledore...you meant a great deal to him" (according to McGonagall). In addition to humanizing Malfoy, I felt that the movie actually hinted at whether Dumbledore truly cared about Harry's well-being--starting with the opening scene where he put his hand on Harry's shoulder. The book had no such scene, and I'm certain that the visuals meant to convey more than just a segue from the previous film. The movie also altered the part in the book where Dumbledore paralyzed Harry before the Death Eaters arrived--implying to me that "movie" Dumbledore actually trusted Harry more than "book" Dumbledore did.
I still think that the movie dropped the ball on the Half-Blood Prince arc (to me, the book was as much about Snape as it was about Dumbledore). The book actually clarified that Snape nicknamed himself after his pure-blood mother's last name, Prince (his father's Muggle side made him a half-blood, just like Harry). The book chronology also clarified that Harry's father used to bully Snape and use his own spells against him (hence his understandable disdain for Harry attempting the same thing). So I saw a lot of common ground between Harry and Snape...except, of course, for a big distinction where Harry only flirted with the "dark side" whereas Snape actually joined it.
I recently learned from a radio broadcast that a new island formed in the Pacific Ocean: an island made entirely of garbage. Apparently, the currents of the Pacific Ocean converge into one spot called the North Pacific Gyre. These currents managed to amass an entire island of litter twice the size of Texas. A fascinating phenomenon...but also very sad.
My only criticism of the movie: the human protagonist. It disappointed me how he betrayed the MNU out of selfishness rather than to atone for all of the atrocities that he condoned. I guess he turned face by the end, but it sure took him long enough. :)
As far as I'm concerned, the film ended perfectly and needs no continuation. Rating: 9
On the bright side, his condition did come with certain perks:
Except it weirded me out that he could desire his wife at one moment; then visit her as a little girl in the next. Come to think of it--everything in this movie gave me the creeps...particularly the part where he visited her from beyond the grave. How can she ever get closure, or remarry without feeling guilty? Rating: 7
The final season of "Monk" premiered last Friday. As usual, I found him immature and annoying. I look forward to when the series finally ends. The commercials promise that Monk will solve his wife's murder before then. Personally, I still think that Dale the Whale did it. He has the motive, and always seems to pop up whenever Monk finds a major clue.
Hopefully, Monk will finally open that Christmas present that his wife gave him. I bet you that it contains a big clue inside.
I made a DVD with "the best of Monk" on it. It contains my four favorite episodes:
Notice that no episodes from seasons three through seven appear on my DVD.
While driving toward Santa Maria last Friday night, I parked at King City to clean a Starbucks drink off my shirt. Upon returning to my car, it dawned on me that I had locked my keys inside. Apparently, the failsafe that automatically unlocks all of doors (whenever it sense the key in the ignition) had failed. So to summarize the situation:
How did I get out of this predicament, you ask? I lucked out. I managed to google a locksmith from a motel lobby. He drove about 20 minutes to reach me, and charged $100 to unlock the doors with a wire. It made me wonder what I would've done if I had locked myself out at some offramp in the middle of nowhere. Could I have mustered enough nerve to break the window? Could I even break a car window? :)
After that "Hurt Locker" movie, I began fantasizing whether I could muster the nerve to disarm bombs or snipe enemies like the soldiers did. Probably not. :) I have to confess though, the crosshair sequence gave me fond memories of the "Resident Evil 4" video game. :)
Last Saturday, a rather macabre murder occurred in Santa Maria. Pretty crazy. I can't fathom why a guy would wake up one day and decide to decapitate somebody. Some of the comments on the article speculated that the death of the suspect's friend, Eric Okerbloum, triggered a psychotic episode. Huh? What kind of psychotic episode would drive someone to such an unusual act? Too many zombie movies, maybe? In any case, I learned more information from the comments than the article itself. I sense an emerging trend here: "civilian" reporters.
Read an interesting Entertainment Weekly article about an evolution in the horror genre due to the growing number of female horror fans. In addition to "The Ring" and "The Grudge", this article claimed that women also flocked to gorefests like "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" remake and those "Saw" movies. I never thought about it before, but yeah--out of all the recent horror movies I watched in a theater, I'd say that women comprised at least half of the audience.
According to the article, Diablo Cody targeted the upcoming horror movie "Jennifer's Body" (starring Megan Fox) toward women audiences. I think that for starters, she changed one of the paradigms for the "final girl". :)
Aspects of the film that I liked the most:
Final thought: I found it hard to believe that one bomb squad would face (and survive) so many different life-threatening scenarios in only 38 days! Rating: 8
Can't believe that I fell out of bed again this morning! During my nightmare about floods and zombies, I could've sworn that I heard a disembodied whisper in my ear. I sprung out of bed into a couple of cardboard boxes on the floor, and then felt the muscles in my leg tighten into a painful knot (I suspect that the awkward landing triggered some kind of cramp). Good thing that my apartment had neither a downstairs neighbor nor an upstairs neighbor to hear all the ruckus. Anyway, I've been trying to mask the limp all day.
On Saturday, my friend and I visited Neverland Ranch...or more accurately, the crowded front gate of the road leading up to Neverland Ranch. Homemade memorials such as candles, drawings, and condolences from all over the world lined the wall. A couple of policemen provided security, and various Michael Jackson fans snapped photos in front of the gate. Pretty cool, but yeah--I wouldn't fly in from overseas to see it. If you want to drive down there, follow these MapQuest directions that I validated.
Finished tabulating the 1H 2009 music video results. Looks like we had a clear winner for #30.
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my movie review of "Harry Potter 6" after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down unless you're ok with big Harry Potter spoilers!
In case you're wondering, I chose that poster on purpose. :)
The movie's special effects also captured the bridge collapse and Dumbledore's firestorm rather well.
Cases in point of the movie's weaknesses:
Other omissions from the movie that disappointed me:
Also hated Hogwarts' tribute to their "homey" at the end. The book dealt with their grief more emotionally.
Finally, I couldn't reconcile why the movie added those scenes with the black waitress and the attack on the Weasley home. Made me wonder what other alternate directions that Deathly Hallows would take (particularly since the movies appear to have omitted a few characters). I did suspect some foreshadowing though:
Conclusion: although I felt that this film lacked emotion (as well as everything that made the book great), I did laugh a whole lot. Rating: 8
Given how I keep citing my favorite Harry Potter moment of all time, I finally decided to quote the passage that contains it, below:
A roar of celebration erupted from the hole behind her. Harry gaped as people began to scream at the sight of him; several hands pulled him into the room.
"We won!" yelled Ron, bounding into sight and brandishing the silver Cup at Harry. "We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!"
Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.
After several long moments--or it might have been half an hour--or possibly several sunlit days--they broke apart. The room had gone very quiet. Then several people wolf-whistled and there was an outbreak of nervous giggling. Harry looked over the top of Ginny's head to see Dean Thomas holding a shattered glass in his hand, and Romilda Vane looking as though she might throw something. Hermione was beaming, but Harry's eyes sough Ron. At last he found him, still clutching the Cup and wearing an expression appropriate to having been clubbed over the head. For a fraction of a second they looked at each other, then Ron gave a tiny jerk of the head that Harry understood to mean, Well--if you must.
The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which--if they had time--they might discuss the match.
(From J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" (pp. 533-534).)
Why did I consider this the greatest passage of all time in the history of Harry Potter? First of all, I never expected such a bold gesture from someone as shy as Harry--so when I read about the kiss on the plane, my jaw dropped. Other reasons:
Every time I drive to work, I look both ways before I merge onto Capitol Expressway. I always found that habit sort of neurotic because the merge lane extends for such a long way. My mind could only imagine one potential danger from not glancing left: that a bus would suddenly cross the merge lane toward the curb, and we'd collide. So for over ten years, I glanced left at this intersection to avoid the highly improbable possibility that my car would jump out in front of a bus. Well, guess what happened this morning. When I glanced left, a bus suddenly barrelled past me toward the curb. If I had jumped out in front of it, I could have been killed. So I guess sometimes neurosis pays off. :)
Recently, I used MapQuest to plot a route for my "Suncoast run" in Los Angeles. I really like how it can connect the dots between destinations. It even has a traffic report and a satellite view of your route. I do have one criticism of MapQuest though: its lack of alternative routes. Currently, it only lets you avoid highways, toll roads, or seasonally closed roads. But a lot of the times I don't want to avoid all highways--I want to avoid specific highways. Examples:
I also can't seem to program hypotheticals into MapQuest. For example, sometimes my day winds down and I want to detour past certain destinations. Or sometimes I want to visit my destinations in a different order because of the hours in which they close. It'd be nice to MapQuest could diversify my routes. Also, some testimonials about good and bad highways would really help (similar to what hotel booking sites offer).
So make it happen, MapQuest. :)
Speaking of Neverland Ranch, I eventually managed to map a route to it using MapQuest. Or more accurately, I managed to map a route to the unnamed dirt road leading up to it. I used a Google satellite shot for reference. Hmm...maybe someday I should test my instructions. :)
By the way, I decided to pass on the WrestleMania 26 travel package this year. We'll see if something happens to change my mind.
Recently, a friend of mine called Michael Jackson the greatest music artist of all time...surpassing both The Beatles and Elvis. After thinking about it awhile, I came to the same conclusion. My reasoning:
Like him or hate him, it's hard to argue with what he accomplished.
Recently, I also deemed Roger Federer the greatest tennis player of all time when he won the French Open (accomplishing a career Grand Slam) and beat Pete Sampras' record of 14 Grand Slam titles. Granted, he can't seem to beat Rafael Nadal consistently...but I don't place much stock in a win-loss record against one guy.
Last week affirmed my opinion that fortune and misfortune balance each other out.
Due to vacation, I missed the onsale date for the Tori Amos concert in Oakland. Instead of settling for lousy seats or ticket brokers, I resigned to miss the performance. Surprisingly, a new concert date opened up right here in San Jose. I managed to purchase a dead center seat.
Then I discovered that a rare match from my pro-wrestling goals list would headline a WWE show in Sacramento, titled "The Bash". I hadn't reserved any tickets because I never planned to attend the show. So once again, only lousy seats remained (even with ticket brokers and on eBay).
In desperation, I uncharacteristically gambled on a craigslist transaction with a seller near L.A. I paid him half the ticket price via green dot moneypak with the understanding that I would pay the rest via Fed Ex C.O.D. He never sent the ticket. Although I hadn't sent him much money, getting ripped-off always ticks me off. Bah...serves me right for ignoring the #1 rule on craigslist:
DEAL LOCALLY WITH FOLKS YOU CAN MEET IN PERSON - follow this one simple rule and you will avoid 99% of the scam attempts on craigslist.
Actually, I plan to avoid craigslist and green dot from now on. They basically offer zero protection to consumers.
Fortunately, Ticketmaster released more seats just 1-2 days before the event. Otherwise, I probably would have sulked at home Sunday all dejected. Definitely one of those "good things come to those who wait" situations.
Unfortunately, the Ticketmaster seating chart looked nothing like the actual seating arrangements.
Actual:Fortunately, I still managed to appear on TV because of my foresight of buying tickets in two different sections. :) Hey, that guy on the right wore the same shirt as me. :(
Overall, the Three Stages of Hell match disappointed me (I found the unforgiving Sacramento heat way more hellacious; I waited in that 103+ degree heat for at least half-an-hour). Usually the match lasts awhile, but the first stage ended by disqualification and the second stage ended really early. I'm glad I finally managed to cross that goal off though. Would've sucked if I had to wait another seven years for that match to come around again. :P
Stupidly, I avoided water so that I wouldn't have to go to the restroom during the event. I spent the whole afternoon longing for a cool drink.
Props to the entertaining Rey Mysterio match...clever idea to safeguard his identity with two masks this time around. :)
I found Michael Jackson's death really tragic...mostly because I felt that the guy deserved better. I always thought it sucked how Americans turned their backs on him and stigmatized him as a pedophile.
To this day, I still regard the moonwalk as the best dance move of all time. I loved his video game, too: "Moonwalker" (in fact, I still own it). It starts out with "Smooth Criminal" and lets you pop, moonwalk, flick your hat (a la "Billie Jean"), and lead a company of dancers just like Michael Jackson. I also remember from my childhood when "Thriller" projected in the skating rink. That video scared me big-time.
Update 6/27/2009: Found a decent YouTube video of the gameplay. Woah, I didn't know that Michael could slide down the bannister.
Tomorrow, my family will plant a tree in memoriam of my Mom. The modesty of this tribute appeals to me, as I'm not too big a fan of ornate memorials. For my own burial arrangements, I might just request a pine box. :)
Over the past few months, I came to the conclusion that I do not romanticize death like the movies and TV do. For example, I can't identify with characters who address their departed loved ones at a gravesite, in dreams, or as a hallucination (in fact, I skeptically regard dreams as misfires in the brain). Also, I don't like to dwell on what a departed loved one "would have wanted" of the people who survived them (this would probably explain why "Kite Runner" lost my interest).
I will admit to one superstition in regards to my Mom: after she passed away, a white praying mantis visited the house; followed by another sighting at IBM. I had trouble dismissing these uncanny appearances as a coincidence.
Update 6/22/2009: My Mom's tree looked a lot taller than I expected. When it grows up, I believe it will look like one of these. Coincidentally, it ended up in the same spot at Adam park where we used to play as kids.
The guy on the right donated the tree.
Having returned to California on Monday, I must say: what a relief to leave New Orleans. :) I can finally have a meal that doesn't make me rush to the bathroom afterward, and can walk outside without sweltering like crazy.
Not sure whether to blame Hurricane Katrina for the run down buildings, but that downtown area and French Quarter looked awful.
The trip did have its highlights though. I'd summarize the positives and negatives as follows:
Positives | Negatives |
---|---|
The swamp tour | The oppressive weather |
Garden District | Downtown and the French Quarter |
Cajun food--particularly the beignets, café au lait, and jambalaya | Cajun food |
Funny how some WWE wrestlers still stay in cheap hotels despite all their wealth. Upon returning to the Holiday Inn, I saw Jerry "The King" Lawler checking in at the front desk; then Maria stepped in my elevator on the way up. Ordinarily, I like taking pictures with celebrities--but not when it intrudes on their personal time. So I pretended not to recognize them.
I did wave to a tag team once, as they were checking out.
Out of all the dishes I tasted, I liked jambalaya the best.
More like the Big Sleazy, judging by what I saw and smelt on Bourbon Street. Dang, yo.
Today's sweltering heat in New Orleans made me think of Hades--particularly when I saw what the pigeons look like: black with fiery eyes.
By the way, what is up with all these street musicians and panhandlers?
Regarding New Orleans architecture: I like those gates that decorate the balconies, such as the ones on the mansions in the Garden District. I wonder how much those mansions go for. :)
Final observation of the day: Cajuns have the coolest accents. :)
To my surprise, the tour guide lured gators to the airboat with...jumbo marshmellows, of all things. When he plopped them in the water, the gators glided toward them and GLOMP!...swallowed them whole. He also teased the gators into opening their mouths and jumping out of the water. Crazy. Another curious sight: gators sunning themselves on land with their mouths wide open, as motionless as statues (I almost dismissed them as fake until they began moving).
Side note: I didn't know that gators ate their young whenever food grew too scarce.
In closing: my mouth may have liked the food in New Orleans, but my stomach sure didn't. Let's just say that the food tore through there quicker than I would've liked. :P
I recently learned that my favorite foreign film of 2008, "Let the Right One In", inspired plans for an American remake titled "Let Me In". Dang that Hollywood! How dare they remake that work of art. I would actually go so far as to call "Let the Right One In" one of my favorite romantic dramas ever--possibly because I can't recall any other film where I found the girl's actions more romantic than the guy's. One obvious example: the girl trying to eat the human food that the boy offered. One less than obvious example: the girl ridding him of those bullies that had tormented him the entire movie, which I really admired her for. :)
You know what else I hate besides inappropriate remakes? Spoilers. I don't even like hearing reviews about a movie that I already committed to seeing. (I only read reviews for movies that I haven't decided upon yet.) For "Terminator Salvation", I avoided spoilers pretty well until I overheard some mall folks discussing whether Arnold Schwarzenegger was computer-generated or not--gee, I wonder what movie what they had just come out of. :(
I guess while I'm at it, I'll publish this list of gripes that I recently finished: a countdown of moviegoers that I hate the most.
Honorable mention: Moviegoers who overdo their cologne
or perfume.
#5: Boyfriends who startle their girlfriends during scary movies.
#4: Persistent talkers; particularly the ones who make dumb comments or cat calls.
#3: Drunken teenagers.
#2: Irresponsible parents who bring their toddlers into R-rated movies.
#1: Shadow puppeteers.
#1 should be no surprise if you read about that incident where I uncharacteristically flipped my lid.
On the plus side, I liked how the movie developed that "is he man, or is he machine?" character with the exception of that terribly corny scene at the end.
Someone asked me if "Terminator Salvation" was a prequel to "Terminator". At the time, I replied: either a prequel or sequel depending on how you look it. But now that I've seen the film, I would learn toward "prequel" given all of the homages that it paid to the two Linda Hamilton movies. Rating: 6
That finale of "Survivor: Tocantins" made me realize how much stock that I place in testimonials. Although I consider myself fairly unassuming, if enough people complain about someone (even if I never personally witnessed it), i.e. Sierra, then I can't help but to take their judgments seriously. Conversely, if a person criticizes someone that everyone else considers beyond reproach, then it makes me suspect that maybe the critic has the problem instead.
During this season of "Survivor", enough people praised the winner, J.T., for me to think highly of him. Now a cynic might argue that he only acted that way to win the game--but for me, that argument splits hairs. If a person constantly thinks like a jerk but never acts like one, then I don't consider that person a jerk.
Philosophical question of the day: can someone become nicer if they try long enough, or do they have to pretend all their life?
I have a number of events coming up:
In addition to New Orelans gumbo, I plan to cross of my goal of riding an airboat. The company I booked through Expedia advertised the ride as follows:
"Take a thrilling ride through the swamps and bayous of Louisiana, accessible only by airboat! Come face-to-face with alligators, snakes, and other native creatures while exploring their neighborhood."
Why don't I pet the alligators and snakes while I'm at it. :(
I confess that I probably overanalyzed that new "Star Trek" movie. I think that more than anything, I nitpicked the portrayal of Spock. In my opinion, he never would have cited Kirk's dead father in an argument or jettisoned a crew member to a dangerous planet. Granted, I'd never call "sensitivity" one of Spock's strengths, but I always considered the guy respectful and well-mannered.
Historically, I never liked how "Star Trek" physics allowed arbitrary time travel. It made me wonder why the Federation, the Romulans, and Klingons never tried to arm their own ancestors with superior technology. "Enterprise" explored this premise once by starting a "temporal cold war" storyline where warring aliens kept tampering with each others' histories. I concluded that the storyline sucked.
Someone at work questioned Spock's ethics for giving Scotty the equation to transwarp beaming. I saw no problem with it given that he came up with the thing in the first place. In fact, I felt that Spock should have divulged much more--at a minimum, anything that the Vulcans would've accomplished had their planet survived, and all of the lessons Spock learned from the original "Star Trek" episodes (they're bound to unfold differently now, especially "Amok Time").
One time, my college roommate condemned the idea of transporters. He posed that a transporter could only work if it killed you and then resurrected you at your destination. Interesting point; especially in lieu of that one "Next Generation" episode where a transporter accidentally cloned Riker. Personally, I always wondered why a transporter couldn't just restore people to their former selves anytime they beamed up sick, injured, or dead.
Sometimes at work, we discuss irredeemable movie/TV characters around the "water cooler". For instance, we quickly established that the following characters could never redeem themselves: The Comedian from "Watchmen" and Locke's father in "Lost" (personally, I'd throw in some characters from "Before the Devil Knows You're Dead" and "Blindness" too, including Mark Ruffalo). Conversely, some of our disagreements defied reconciliation, e.g., a debate about whether that Juno character in "The Descent" got her just desserts. In my view, a lousy friend who panics under pressure doesn't deserve to die. :)
Amusingly, another colleague and I disagreed on "Kite Runner". She refused to forgive the Amir character...whereas I had forgiven the guy even before he had sought atonement in Afghanistan. I guess I found it all moot after Amir could no longer apologize to the person he had wronged. Also, I tend to give kids more leeway than adults.
We also disagreed on Kate in "Lost". Even now, I can't look past what she did. :)
One time, my sister found it interesting that I couldn't forgive one of the Harry Potter characters: Ron Weasley. I think it all goes back to my contempt for kicking someone when they're down--or to phrase it another way, hurting someone when they're really vulnerable. Then again, I guess that character shouldn't feel too bad--I always hated Malfoy much worse. :)
Someday I'll make up my mind about that Seth Rogen character in "Observe and Report". He pushed that envelope farther than I was willing to forget.
I think we all agree that an optimist sees a glass as half-full while a pessimist sees the same glass as half-empty. But riddle me this: if a glass is 10% full, am I pessimistic to call it 90% empty? I say no. :)
Speaking of percentages, I decided that "Fast & Furious" stumbled upon one pearl of wisdom inside all that shallowness. When Vin Diesel explained his taste in women, he cited "20% angel" and "80% devil" as a deciding factor. That criteria actually made a lot of sense to me--the measurement, I mean, not the percentages that he picked. My preference would likely gravitate toward the reverse, as I don't even like it when women swear. Similarly, my apologies to the men (and women) who drool over Angelina Jolie and Megan Fox--but their tattoos really turn me off. :)
Moving on, I concluded that Indian food lacks popularity. At work, whenever I suggest that we eat at Emperor of India, no one entertains my great idea. :) And just recently, an Indian place I frequented at the Great Mall ("Swagat") vacated while all the other ethnic restaurants (Italian, Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Hawaiian) remained open.
I decided to reinvest all of my retirement savings back into the stock market, and just ride out the waves that follow. Despite all of the bad financial news, the other shoe never dropped like I thought. In my view, the economy has stabilized somewhat.
Interestingly, I discovered a 51st state quarter in my loose change: District of Columbia. At first, I misread the name of the guy on the coin--I thought it read "Puke" Ellington. :(
Today marks my tenth year at IBM. Seems hard to believe. This year, someone asked me if I felt happy with my career. I replied, "For the most part." "What would make you happier about your job?" the person probed. Nothing came to mind.
I actually think that sums up my life. Aside from living vicariously, I can't think of anything that would make me blissfully happy, i.e., a dream job, a family, a house with two cats in the yard, material wealth, or travel. Similarly, I can't think of anything to feel depressed about. I guess you could say that I'm "happy enough".
Speaking of living vicariously, I spotted myself in wwe.com's countdown of Most Extreme Matches.
This week's episodes of "House" and "24" reminded me of that term, "jump the shark". Recently in Wikipedia, I discovered a similar phrase for movies ("nuking the fridge") and celebrities ("jumping the couch"). It got me thinking that pop culture could use another phrase, an antithesis to "jumping the shark", to signify the moment when a TV show got really good. Some of my ideas:
During that last episode of "House" where a main character committed suicide, I found Dr. House's insensitivity somewhat unsurprising. It made me realize how much respect that I had lost for him, and why the show went downhill for me. Granted, House has consistently acted like a jerk--but some of his actions in the later seasons really soured me:
Another reason why the show went downhill for me: the lack of good foils for House. Nowadays, his employees talk just as cynically as he does, and hardly react to his antics.
Similarly, I concluded that I lost respect for Monk too. I guess I finally got fed up with his immaturity.
Recently, I compared favorite and least favorite "Lost" characters with a new fan of the series. Funny how our three least favorite characters matched: Michael, Claire, and Charlie. Additionally, I dislike Kate but recently my opinion of her improved slightly. My top three favorite characters: Locke, Faraday, and Hurley. I noticed that Sawyer seems rather popular with the female fans.
P.S. In the last "Lost" party, Jack and Kate found a male and female skeleton in the caves. One of them had a light and dark gem. I wonder if the current season will resolve that mystery.
That sabotage of communication lines in the local news forced my workplace to shut down yesterday. I also caught a computer virus last week (it masqueraded as anti-virus software, but didn't fool me). This type of malfeasance makes me fume. I say throw the perpetrators in prison for a long time.
In one of the official WrestleMania XXV photos, I spotted myself behind Mickey Rourke and Ric Flair. Woooo! You know, I always found it challenging to appear on camera at WrestleMania. To give you an idea of the difficulty, check out these past screenshots:
WrestleMania 22 (Attendance: 17,159)
WrestleMania 23 (Attendance: 80,103)
WrestleMania XXIV (Attendance: 74,635)
Update: 25th Anniversary of WrestleMania (Attendance: 72,744)
Update: WrestleMania XXVI (Attendance: 72,219)
Update: WrestleMania XXVII (Attendance: 71,617)
Update: WrestleMania XXVIII (Attendance: 78,363)
First, I'd like to tap my temple and proclaim myself "smart" for parking 1-2 miles away from the site of WrestleMania XXV (25). Granted, the sun burned my nose and my feet hurt afterward--but what a relief to breeze past traffic when roughly 72,744 people tried to leave the area at the same time. I also saved myself $20 by parking at a Washington Mutual.
Second, my orange attire stood out pretty well in the incessant blue light that bathed the audience. Although I sat in the fifth row, I timed my movements to appear on camera longer, i.e., whenever my crowd jumped to their feet, I sat down slower than everyone else. Oddly, one of the fans (German, I think) recognized me after the show--he remarked that during the Royal Rumble broadcast, my glowing green shirt annoyed him.
Just as I predicted, the match between The Undertaker and Shawn Michaels stole the show (the WWE really should have booked that match last instead of the boring Triple H vs. Randy Orton main event). What an entrance by Shawn Michaels...easily the greatest pro-wrestling entrance that I have ever seen. He dressed up like an agent of light, and descended to the stage on a cloud.
I also liked Stone Cold Steve Austin's beer bash and Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat's impressive return to the ring. I could've done without the part where Mickey Rourke boxed Chris Jericho though. P.S. It looked like "Rowdy" Roddy Piper injured his arm.
Now I'm debating whether to attend WrestleMania 26 in Arizona. I can't think of any matches that I'd want to see there. On the other hand, I've yet to attend a WrestleMania that disappointed me.
Curious side note: I noticed that the Hyatt Regency-Houston has no fifth floor. Weird.
This morning, I purposely slept in and skipped all of the Saturday autograph sessions that came with my WWE travel package. I couldn't think of any pro-wrestler here that I wanted to meet.
Apparently, the architect of the Hyatt Regency-Houston never accounted for drunken pro-wrestling fans. At all hours of the day and night, the sounds of "Wooooo!!" echo up to my room on the 23rd floor. Hence, I've been making good use of the earplugs that I brought.
I can't decide which segment of people that I find more insufferable: loud pro-wrestling fans, obnoxious nerds, or shallow teenagers. I guess it depends on whichever people I encountered last. :)
To my frustration, TV shows air one hour earlier in the Central time zone. While trying the cuisine at Benihana, I missed most of the 2009 WWE Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony broadcast because I forgot that 10/9c means 9pm here. Fortunately, I caught enough of it to spot myself in the front row. That's the first time that I ever managed to appear on camera during that ceremony.
If you recorded it, look for the guy with the gold tie. To my dismay, most of the attendees ignored the dress code. Thankfully, security finally cracked down on hecklers this time around. It would've sucked if they overdid the "What!" every time that Stone Cold Steve Austin finished a sentence. I also appreciated the stricter time limit on everyone's speeches.
Stone Cold Steve Austin delivered a pretty good speech given that he ignored all of his notes (I finally got to hear his catch phrases live). My one criticism: I felt that he dwelled too much on that 2002 incident where he walked away from the company.
A couple of other occurrences that amused me:
Tomorrow: WrestleMania XXV.
During the screening of "Walkabout" at the "Lost" party, I noticed that Jack's father wore tennis shoes. Funny how it took five seasons for Jack to explain why. Maybe the writers tried to cover a loophole? Another possible loophole: Locke spoke to someone on the phone named "Helen". She called him a customer, and said that she'd have to charge him if he wanted to talk to her longer. She seemed inconsistent with the "Helen" from his other flashbacks.
Now that I stopped collecting "Tomb Raider" and "Silent Hill" games, I plan to stop collecting "Resident Evil" too. I bought "Resident Evil 5" for PlayStation 3, but left it in the shrink-wrap as I found out that the console still costs over $400. Forget that...
I'm wondering whether I would even enjoy "Resident Evil 5". I miss the old survival horror genre where the creators focused on scariness rather than all-out action.
Saw some historic stuff on TV this past week:
I enjoy my workplace's e-mail invitations to the "Lost" viewing parties. The latest one read:
"We've now finished watching the pilot and there are a million questions to be answered...............How could the beautiful and sweet Kate be the prisoner of the federal marshall? What terrible crime did she commit? Will the federal marshall live long enough to reveal her secret? How could a polar bear be living on a tropical island? What happened to the French woman who sent the strange distress call 16 years ago? What secret did the bizarre Mr. Lock tell the little boy? Join us on Friday at noon and discover the intrigue! We'll be watching Episode 1 of Season 1, so it's not too late to get started..."
Amusingly, the episode only answered half of those questions. I already know that the show won't reveal Kate's crime until mid-second season. I also didn't figure out the polar bear thing until one of the "Lost" specials recapped the third season. At the time, both revelations struck me as anticlimatic.
I found it clever how WWE televised red herrings about who would face the Undertaker at WrestleMania 25. To my dismay, one of the challengers actually pinned the Undertaker in an upset victory. Given WWE's notoriety for promoting unpopular wrestlers, I kept worrying that this guy would beat Shawn Michaels for the right to challenge The Undertaker. Fortunately, the right person prevailed.
I actually can't think of any WrestleMania match that would excite me more than this one. I eagerly await the promotional video for it—possibly even more so than the match itself. :) When I researched their WrestleMania appearances, I discovered that these two hold the record for most WrestleMania matches (Undertaker with 16 and Shawn Michaels with 15).
You might wonder whether a dream match between Hulk Hogan and Stone Cold Steve Austin would thrill me more. My answer to that: No.
By the way, I concluded that Hulk Hogan won't appear at WrestleMania 25. When he exchanged words with the divorce lawyer in front of news cameras, I couldn't help but notice his crutches. According to Internet rumors, he underwent back surgery.
Given my cynicism toward human pageantry, you would think that a film like "Watchmen" would appeal to me. You would think that I would identify with its characters, and respect their unpretentious behavior. Well you would think wrong. :)
Minor spoiler alert
I considered the characters in "Watchmen" self-destructive and perverse, and only identified with them in the sense that I never want to turn into them. For instance, I'd never want to care so little about humanity that I'd defy laws, behave like the Unabomber, or give up and exile myself to Mars (even though that last one really tempts me). :)
I think the characters' lack of shame bothered me the most. Obvious example: Dr. Manhattan neglecting clothes. Less obvious example: Rorschach breaking down his friend's door and bogarting his beans. This blatant disrespect made me wonder: what inhibition would Rorschach lose next? Would he turn on his friends someday?
Also, what other inhibitions would Nite Owl II and Silk Spectre II lose?
As for The Comedian, don't get me started...
During Friday's "Lost" party at work, I didn't catch anything new except for a scene where Locke explained backgammon to Walt. Good metaphor for the show, now that I think about it. The game requires both strategy and luck--and according to Locke, originated from an ancient culture. My inference: that many other cultures played backgammon just as many other cultures occupied the island with their own agendas.
I started watching the final episodes of "Battlestar Galactica" and man, I'm frakkin confused. Also caught one of the final episodes of "ER" where George Clooney made a surprise appearance.
Sometimes I long for a class on Internet etiquette so that I don't have to learn it by trial and error. I recently wrote an e-mail that professed my "dismay" over someone's mistake. To my embarrassment, this very e-mail ended up in the inbox of that person's manager. At first I wanted to blame all of the folks who had forwarded my e-mail around--but in hindsight, I never should have assumed any privacy on that correspondence to begin with. I'm reminded of those kids in the public service commercials--the ones who couldn't take back what they irresponsibly published online.
In my defense, I rarely ever send flame anymore. I enforce a "cooling off period" on myself whenever I draft something that I might regret.
Update 3/9/2009: I should also point out, as a mitigating factor, that I did not know this person that I e-mailed about. :)
My workplace kicked off a weekly viewing party for the first season of one of my favorite shows, "Lost". On Friday, I watched the first episode. So far I haven't caught anything new except for a curious background conversation where Rose thought that the island monster sounded familiar??
I plan to attend the next three parties as I look forward to one particularly important Locke episode called "Walkabout". One time I caught a rerun of it on the Sci-Fi channel, and saw it in a new light. When I first viewed this episode, I had no context around Locke's "rebirth"--I knew nothing of the awful personal tragedies that had disillusioned him. So when I viewed this episode again, the restoration of his faith felt way more cathartic than before.
Although I've seen every episode of "Lost" already, I enjoy discussing this show around the "water cooler". Aside from comparing favorite and least favorite characters (and which ones belong together), I like pooling our observations and exchanging predictions (I once had a theory about the dog that went nowhere). Recently though, I've had no idea what would happen next. Nowadays when a "Lost" episode ends, it bums me out that I have to wait another week.
If I had to interpret what the show meant, I'd categorize my viewpoint into three themes:
"Lost" differs from any other show that I know. Due to its non-linear presentation, I sometimes wonder whether the order of the episodes even matter. I've found that the subtitles in the reruns help a great deal--occasionally, they point out connections that I never would have caught.
In conclusion, I must say that I love the music in "Lost". The stirring piano piece when Sawyer reminisced about a lost love...the music that swells whenever the characters get emotional...the symphonic excitement whenever the characters race through the jungle. Thumbs up.
Now that I rebalanced most of my life savings into bonds, I feel way less stressed. Nothing against Barack, but I'm convinced that this economy will get even worse before it gets better. For the next few months at least, I plan to stay out of the stock market except for one modest portfolio and a Roth IRA (both of which lost beaucoup bucks as well). I know this means that my money won't keep up with inflation anymore, but what would inflation matter if I have no money left to inflate?? :(
Even though I didn't plan to retire in the new future, I still daydreamed about it. Now I can't even daydream about it.
After watching the The 81st Annual Academy Awards, I decided to create my own best and worst list about the show:
Best | Worst |
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The segments where five past Oscar winners praised each nominee. | Some of the bizarre choices for these segments (too bad that the nominees couldn't pick their own). |
The hilarious skit where the "Pineapple Express" duo watched movie clips a la "Beavis Butthead". | Hugh Jackman's musical numbers. |
The speech by Heath Ledger's family after his posthumous win. | Total difficulty in seeing the annual death reel during the "In Memoriam" segment. |
The shortening of the technical Oscar awards by keeping the same presenters onstage. | Corny past award montages and the overusage of orchestral music. |
My favorite movie of 2008, "Slumdog Millionaire", sweeping the top honors. | The absence of any victory dancing. :) |
I'm growing bored with "House". I once enjoyed this show so much that I watched over half a dozen episodes in one night. Now it feels more and more like a chore to watch. I still consider it better than most of the shows out there though.
The last episode featured an interesting theological discussion where a priest accused House of "wanting to believe". That struck a chord with my own sentiments, as I "want to believe". I want to believe that people are good. I want to believe that good people go to a better place. I want to believe that everything happens for a reason. Doesn't make me any less cynical though. :)
Ever hear the quote, "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst"? In my view, that approach to life distinguishes the cynic from the pessimist.
In other news, my irreplaceable WrestleMania 25 travel package finally arrived. That means that I no longer have to watch the clock at work, rush home, and stress out that my package hadn't arrived yet (or alternatively, that someone had stolen it off my front porch again). My mind kept picturing a big FedEx box by my front door--for all the world to see--with the letters "WWE" inviting people to steal it. It also tormented me whenever I read an Internet report from some happy person who received their package already.
My seat at WrestleMania 25 looks pretty decent--about five rows from the ring. I plan to debut my neon orange cap this time in order to differentiate myself from those yellow-capped vendors who walk around the arena.
Can't say that I'm excited about the main events--I've already seen those two match-ups live (fairly recently, in fact). I guess the WWE can only book so many matches before they have to start recycling them. That might explain why I'm starting to tire of their events.
I do look forward to one WrestleMania match, however: The Undertaker versus Shawn Michaels. Ever since their last singles match against each other (over ten years ago), they've grown into two of the greatest WrestleMania icons I've ever seen. How great? Well if I made a list of the greatest WrestleMania performers, these two would top it (even over my favorite pro-wrestler, Hulk Hogan). Shawn Michaels wrestled so many quality matches at this big event, that fans nicknamed him "Mr. WrestleMania". And Undertaker wrestled at more WrestleMania events than anyone in history (16). He never lost a match there either. I assume that after WrestleMania 25, his record will jump to 17-0--but what a match it will be.
Thanks to deadlock on the CoSport Web site, my friend and I failed to acquire a single Olympic ticket. Fortunately, the Hospitality Pass Packages (2 sporting events + 1 medals ceremony) sold out less quickly. By purchasing two consecutive packages, I managed to schedule the exact 2010 Olympic week that I wanted (except for curling):
Yeah, curling's going to rock. :P Anyway, I look forward to crossing "Olympic event" off my goals list.
Now I just have to worry about hotel accommodations and airfare. :(
I recently noticed a cool feature on www.rottentomatoes.com where each movie page summarizes the critical reviews. After looking up my top five favorite movies of all time, I concluded that the summaries ring true. :)
I also validated a theory of mine that every year, at least one critically panned movie makes my annual top ten list. Cases in point:
Scary | Not scary |
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Jumby | Matty |
Dog with cherub mask | Dog with upside-down head |
Medicine cabinet | Dude with the twisting head |
Restroom stall with a peephole | Potato bugs |
I felt sorta relieved to read that Mickey Rourke opted against a WrestleMania match this year. In my opinion, that match would have betrayed the character he played in "The Wrestler" (unless I'm misinterpreting the message of the movie). Now I just need a potion to make me forget that perturbing photo where he kissed his onscreen daughter, Evan Rachel Wood, on the lips. :P
After watching "Slumdog Millionaire" again, I ranked it my favorite movie of 2008. I concluded that it stands up to repeat viewings. I'm also convinced that the film depicts Kismet even though I still can't tell what religion that Jamal believed in. Clearly, his brother practiced Islam--but I never saw Jamal pray.
So now if I rank the five best picture Oscar nominees from my favorite to least favorite, they'd fall into place like so:
That'd be cool if my favorite movie of 2008 won an Academy Award. I can't remember if that ever happened before.
I'll go ahead and make my Oscar predictions for 2008 now:
Kate Winslet's Oscar nomination for actress instead of supporting actress messed up my original predictions.
Too bad that I didn't bet on last weekend's Royal Rumble Match of 2009--I successfully predicted the winner for a change. I also managed to deduce the #30 entrant by numbering each participant on my homemade checklist.
Overall, this year's Royal Rumble Match disappointed me--but it had its moments. For instance, one of the participants actually broke the record for quickest elimination. Another participant innovatively balanced on top of eliminated wrestlers to avoid touching the floor.
To my irritation, at least three people reminded me that I left my commemorative chair behind. I knowwwww. I also managed to lose all of my earplugs prior to the event. They fell out of my pocket somehow. Fortunately, some paper towel strips that I crumpled up worked surprisingly well.
After a number of failures, I finally snapped the perfect photo of a signature Jeff Hardy move called the "whisper in the wind".Now I know why I can't hear my downstairs neighbor anymore.
Last night when I returned home, a security guard and a policeman entered my downstairs neighbor's apartment. I saw the policeman scanning the place with a flashlight. This made me really curious, and eventually I walked downstairs to find out what happened.
The policemen didn't answer my inquiry at first. "When's the last time you saw your neighbor?" one of the cops asked me.
"About three weeks ago, but I heard him more than I saw him. He often screamed really loud. Real profane stuff," I explained.
"When was the last time you heard him?"
"About a week ago. He screamed in the courtyard a couple of times at night. I filed a complaint."
"Did he sound crazy?"
"That would make sense. I never heard the other person."
"Well, you'll have peace and quiet now. He's dead."
"Dead?? What happened?"
"We don't know."
"Was it...suicide?"
"We don't know." Then turning his attention to the other cop: "Did you call the coroner yet?"
While eavesdropping on the cops, I learned that the guy suffered from schizophrenia. His mom last saw him alive on Thursday. One cop even mentioned that the guy wasn't legally married to his wife, whatever that meant.
After I returned to my apartment, one of the cops knocked on my door to get my contact info. Then he knocked on my next door neighbor's door, asking if he ever saw the tenant downstairs. "No, I don't know him. I just moved in." My neighbor's response made me pause and think: Welcome to the neighborhood.
I can't hear my downstairs neighbor anymore. Peace and quiet at last.
The Phase I lottery ended for the XXI Olympic Winter Games. The bad news: I won zero of the three short track tickets that I ordered. The good news: by some strange stroke of luck, I managed to win the hottest ticket of all: Ladies Figure Skating long program. Personally, I would have preferred the reverse (three short track tickets and no figure skating tickets)--but in the big picture, I can probably acquire the remaining short track tickets a lot easier than the remaining ladies figure skating tickets.
If possible, I plan to avoid ticket brokers for a couple of reasons: a) they might go out of business before Olympic tickets mail out at the end of 2009, and b) they're not supposed to resell Olympic tickets (that's how I allegedly lost my WrestleMania 21 tickets).
Thanks to my On Demand service, I stumbled upon a curious 1986 television special called Voltron: Fleet of Doom wherein the Lion Force Voltron actually teamed up with the Vehicle Voltron. Although the cheesiness made me frown a lot, the animation brought back childhood memories. For those of you who never heard of the Voltron cartoon series, let me give you the basic plot of each Lion Force episode:
To my recollection, Voltron always dispatched the Robeast except for a couple of rare cases: a) an episode where four of the five lions had to thwart the Robeast themselves because the bad guys took out one of the pilots (which begs the question as to why the bad guys never tried this successful tactic again); and b) an episode where the Robeast kept deflecting Voltron's attacks and had to be blown apart by cannon (which begs the question as to why the bad guys never conjured this kind of Robeast again).
After the Lion Force season, I stopped watching the show as it shifted focus to a lame outer space Voltron made out of vehicles. :P
Occasionally when I watch movies, a song catches my ear and I seek it out for my playlist. Recently, I sought the following songs:
I concluded that exploitation movies work best with a crowded theater. For instance, it amused me when Jaime King swung her gun toward the killer, and some girl in the audience protested, "No, he's cute!!"
The recession continues...over the holidays, I noticed that Hunter's Landing Coffee Company closed down in Santa Maria. Personally, if certain businesses closed down in San Jose then I'd call that a silver lining. Examples:
Sorry "WALL·E"...you're off the list. :)
I finally filed a formal grievance against my downstairs neighbor regardless of whether he retaliates or not. His ranting woke me up one too many times. During my first night back from Santa Maria, he repeatedly screamed profanities out of his door and slammed it so hard the walls shook. The noise woke me up at around 1am and 5am in the morning--leading me to start work on only three hours of sleep. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Later when I turned in my grievance letter, I learned that someone else had complained about him. So hopefully, he'll receive a "cure or quit" notice or something stronger than a "please don't do that". It would suck if he skated by given that this very same apartment complex almost evicted me for "clutter".
Man, some rock came out of nowhere and left a small crater in my windshield. Mere minutes later, that crater suddenly splintered into a large crack. It made me wonder what would happen if that same rock had hit me on a motorcycle or in a convertible--whether I'd end up with some kind of bullet hole.
Upon tabulating the video music results for 2H 2008, I noticed that phenomenon again where an ok song bubbled to #1 because everyone ranked their favorite music videos so differently. In contrast, the #30 song and video seemed just short of unanimous.
MTV Hits finally aired a music video that I've been trying to record for months: "Break The Ice" by Britney Spears. Ever since I lost the video in that HDD/DVD crash, I had to record hours and hours of music videos night after night. By the end of 2008, I had recorded all of her lackluster comeback videos and most of her greatest hits.
Thanks to my upcoming tenth anniversary at IBM, I received five extra vacation days. Not sure how to spend them though. I only planned a handful of vacations for 2009:
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Music video | "Shut Up and Let Me Go" The Ting Tings | "Falling Down" Scarlett Johansson |
TV series | "Survivor: Micronesia -- Fans vs Favorites" | "Monk" |
Commercial | Tide to Go Instant Stain Remover commercial where a talking shirt stain keeps distracting a job interviewer. | Those painfully lame Comcast HD commercials where a person lip-synches "More. More. More." lyrics during a conversation about the service. |
Movie trailer | "Watchmen" | "Taken" |
Beverage | Raspberry iced tea | McDonald's Sweet Tea |
A man shot a talker at the movies, police say. This type of misconduct angers me. Talking during movies, I mean. I wish theaters would crack down on it.
One more movie to see before I can post my review of 2008...
Man...the Zero G corporation copy-protected that DVD they sent me. Now I can't record any highlights from my weightless flight. Oh well.
The main zero gravity footage turned out exactly as I predicted: short music videos of people stuntin' and having fun--all spliced together to look like we floated for the entire flight. Fortunately, the DVD extras provided much more candid footage of each team. Executive summary: I cautiously hopped in one spot for awhile, slowly ventured out, and then attempted very minor stunts in front of the camera. Meanwhile, all kinds of carefree people howled and twirled around me.
In the last few parabolas, I glimpsed moments where I peeled myself off the floor fighting motion sickness. Hmm...guess I hid it pretty well.
I guess "Milk" will need a sequel after this Prop. 8 controversy plays out. At the Camera 7 Theater, I noticed leaflets that called for boycotts against all Cinemark screenings of "Milk", i.e., Century Theatres, CinéArts, and Tinseltown, citing that the CEO of Cinemark donated $9999 to the Yes on 8 campaign.
Before I post my top ten favorite movies of 2008, I'm going to try to see "The Wrestler" and "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button".
During last night's Survivor: Gabon finale, one of the jurors made a nasty comment about someone's dead father. Later, the host (Jeff Probst) called that comment the lowest insult that he's ever heard on the show. After some careful thought, I concluded that I agree with him. I can't think of any worse insult than mocking the death of somebody's loved one.
Futhermore, I can't think of a worse time to insult someone than that period of vulnerability after the death. Case in point: I doubt that I will ever forgive those two family friends who insulted me right after my Mom died. If they had picked any other time, I probably could have let it go. But now I can't wait to cut all ties with them.
During concerts, I like to write my observations on a scrap of paper. I recently learned that some people find that odd. So for this Bryan Adams concert, I prepared an answer in case some stranger asked me. "You see, my co-workers wanted to know which songs that Bryan Adams played." When I ran that by my co-workers, they still found it unusual. They felt that I should lie along the lines of, "I am a journalist."
I really don't see the big deal. :)
That Bryan Adams concert made me realize another musical pet peeve of mine. I appended it to my list:
Minor: When the musician praises one of my least favorite cities of all time, San Francisco. :)
Yesterday, I spotted an aged lady inside of my downstairs neighbor's apartment. So I guess I can take a bit of solace that the guy actually rants at someone other than himself. :P
I caught an interesting episode of that reality show, Hulk Hogan's Celebrity Championship Wrestling, where the celebrities had to stage a Royal Rumble. It reinforced why I consider the Royal Rumble one of the most dangerous matches in wrestling. One celebrity (Danny Bonaduce) launched over the top rope wrong and ended up on a stretcher. Another guy, a professional, injured himself in a similar display. It substantiated why WWE battle royals let women go between the ropes instead of over them. Those top rope stunts can risk serious harm!
Speaking of Royal Rumbles, I already acquired a front row ticket to the WWE one in Detroit. With a poster like this, how can anyone resist? :)
A DVD of my zero gravity flight arrived in the mail. I'll have to watch it someday.
Although I look forward to every episode, "Heroes" frustrates me the same way that "Smallville" does. I hate how both shows keep changing and dropping plotlines in an aimless fashion. It makes me wonder whether the writers just make stuff up as they go along. I also hate it when characters communicate poorly, disseminate important information off-camera, or just shrug off earth-shattering news. I want to see the characters react--not bore me with their smug expressions. Actually, I wouldn't mind if Peter reacted less--that guy totally overacts in my opinion. Example: "With or without my powers, I'm gonna find a way to shut you down, and I'm gonna make you pay for EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER DONE!!!" Rating: ++1/2
Funny show, that "Family Guy". During a "Lord of the Rings" discussion, one of the clerks asked why Frodo didn't just fly to Mordor on an eagle. LOL. I never thought about that. Perhaps Mordor harbored some formidable anti-aircraft? One of my colleagues posed another good question: why did Gandalf keep swinging his staff like a club instead of casting magic with it?
Personally, I never understood Frodo's test in "The Fellowship of the Ring" where he offered the ring to potential allies. What if they had answered "thanks" and kept it??
Funny story: while visiting my apartment, my sister asked if she could borrow a hand towel. A hand towel? I laughed. What is this, the Ritz?
Over the weekend, I bought up some blank DVDs at the Circuit City clearance sale. Alarming how many businesses opted to close in this economy. For instance, in Santa Maria alone: no more Baker's Square, Mervyn's, or Blockbuster Video.
I once came to the conclusion that those sign-holders (like the individuals advertising Circuit City's clearance sale) represent the worst job in America...even worse than sanitation or those other "dirty jobs that someone has to do". I can't imagine a more boring, unimportant job than sign-holding. :)
Congratulations Obama! I'm proud to have seen this historic day within my lifetime.
Update 11/6/2008: Where'd all the newspapers go?
That lunatic underneath my apartment flared up again. His profane ranting repeatedly woke me up at odd hours for two nights in a row. When the ruckus continued this morning, I called night services to report a disturbance. "My downstairs neighbor keeps shouting obscenities and I hear stuff crashing," I explained to the operator. Later, a security patrolman arrived. I heard the lunatic tell him, "I'll be quieter," before slamming the door in his face. To my disappointment, the patrolman simply reported into his walkie talkie and left.
On another subject, I happened to watch a Million Dollar Mission on "Deal or No Deal" where the contestant successfully won one of the nine million dollar cases. I like these Million Dollar Missions because the game only holds my interest when the million dollar case stays in play. It entertains me when the contestant agonizes over the button as if it would trigger a nuclear strike. :)
On YouTube, I watched the first contestant to win the million dollar case. Her calm demeanor disappointed me. But I guess I can't judge because I'd probably react the same way. :) The thought of a million dollars just doesn't excite me.
Say what you will about that movie "The Fountain", its musical score sure makes trailers sound exciting. First "I Am Legend", now..."Frost/Nixon"???
I received a scare from my 401(K) provider. They mailed me a letter stating that I had committed a round trip (shifting to one investment and then back again), and reminded me about their policy on excessive trading. They warned me that if I committed any more round trips, then they would temporarily suspend my trading. Sheesh--here I thought they would revoke my 401(K) plan or something.
I'm still thankful that I rebalanced my 401(K) at the first sign of trouble this year. Even though I lost about a fourth of my savings, I probably could've fared much worse.
Recently, some low prices on Ticketmaster caught my eye. When it comes to concerts and musicals, I browse for seats away from the stage. I'll never forget what happened to me during that broadway show, "Chicago". :)
My schedule for the rest of the year:
I decided to watch "The Phantom of the Opera" again while I'm in the area. This time I reserved a premium seat (as opposed to New York, where I peered down from the mezzonine section).
"Saw" sequels sure focus on the details. "Saw V" flashed back to all four of the previous "Saw" movies whether the audience remembered them or not.
All in all, I'd consider "Saw V" one of the better "Saw" movies. I only left the theater with minor complaints:
Whenever I think about the Buddhist philosophy about "Hell", I recall that story about a dinner table of starving people who could not feed themselves because their arms had turned into very long utensils (I guess they lived in the circle of Hell that punished selfishness). Interestingly, the dinner table in Heaven also featured people with very long utensils for arms--however, these people ate well because they used their utensils to feed each other.
To my amusement, Entertainment Weekly posted a photo gallery of Capt. Kirk's 20 Best and Worst Moments. Unsurprisingly, many of Kirk's best moments came from "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan". Their final pick for worst moment totally cracked me up: KILLED BY A BRIDGE. Hard to top that one. :) My personal pick: that painfully cornball speech that he delivered in "Return to Tomorrow".
I also gave in to curiosity and clicked through the EW countdown for Fine Finales: 20 Movie Endings We Love despite their spoiler alert. Looks like I only saw about half of the movies on their countdown. But based on the endings that they chose, I have no desire to see the rest of the endings. :) I dug their #15 and #17 at least.
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I'm impressed by that majestic new Santa Maria library. It even houses a cafe and gift shop now.
I voted in the Presidential election over the weekend. I strongly recommend voting by mail. I'll never forget that one election day when I waited for over half-an-hour in the freezing cold.
I recently ordered individual tickets for the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver--and snubbed the travel packages even though they would bypass the lottery and guarantee tickets for 3-5 events. The packages forced way too much variety. Each one only offered one short track event at best, and nary any figure skating. None of their schedules matched what I wanted at all.
I also had to use my debit card since my only Olympic-accepted credit card will expire before February 2009. I guess they won't charge it for awhile. Looks like I can't reserve my hotel yet either, until 50 weeks prior to February 2010. Pretty tricky, planning this Olympic vacation is.
Can't believe that I got carded when I bought a ticket to this movie. Guess I still look like a student. :)
No flight cancellation for me, thanks to my eleventh hour acquisition of a WWE ticket through eBay. Interestingly, eBay revised their feedback system so that sellers can no longer leave negative or neutral feedback. Meaning, a buyer can now degrade a seller's rating without any fear of retaliatory feedback. I like this new rule even though it won't stop buyers from abusing the feedback system. For instance, the rule wouldn't have helped against the buyer who defrauded me. Then again, if I could only leave an Unpaid Item strike then I suppose that the buyer would've had no reason to retaliate.
It sure rained a lot in Portland. I wonder if that happens all the time there given its proximity to Seattle.
A couple of laws caught me off guard in Oregon:
Picture of the day:
On Thursday, I signed for a FedEx envelope that presumably contained my ticket for a WWE event this Sunday. Instead, the envelope contained some kind of I.O.U. The note read that I could call the seller and pick up my ticket on the day of the event. Come on, man--what kind of fool did he take me for? I guess my good luck with StubHub couldn't last forever. Fortunately, they refunded my money (out of their own pocket apparently, since they already paid the seller). It made me wonder how StubHub could prevent this type of abuse from happening again. For example, what would keep a seller from sending an empty envelope, or a buyer from lying about the contents of the envelope?
Ever since the Seaside repairman replaced the entire hard drive in my Panasonic HDD/DVD recorder, it runs great now. Goes to show that "process of elimination" works.
Maybe I should start judging concerts by the number of times that I pull out my earplugs. I kept them out once for Heart and almost five times in a row for Journey. Journey actually performed a couple of hits that I completely forget about, i.e., "Faithfully" and "Open Arms". Too bad that the audience didn't forget. You know, it's one thing to sing along--it's another thing to shout lyrics off-key and drown out the lead singer. I hate alcohol.
All in all, I felt that I received my money's worth. I got to hear 11 songs from Cheap Trick (though I only recognized one song: the theme to "That '70s Show"), 10 songs from Heart (including "Alone" and "Barracuda"), and 19 songs from Journey (including "Separate Ways", "Lights", "Open Arms", "Don't Stop Believin'", and "Faithfully"). Rating: 7
Yesterday, I defied gravity in a parabolic flight. I did not like it. For starters, I never felt so motion-sick in my entire life. But let me start from the beginning.
The demographic. My co-workers wondered what kind of people (besides me) would sign up for a zero gravity flight. Now I know: business people, old people, and foreign people. I saw a couple of little girls too. I think motion sickness afflicted one of them, but more on that later.
What I thought would happen. During the safety briefing, the training video walked through an organized schedule of activities: trying push-ups in martian gravity; trying push-ups in lunar gravity; floating cross-legged in a Zen-like meditation; catching M&Ms in our mouths; catching water blobs in our mouths; flying like Superman; pitching and catching people like baseballs. Generally, everyone in the video looked overjoyed and played around like kids.
What really happened. Chaos, man. I kept losing my bearings; flailing around like a puppet without its strings. Because the weightlessness only lasted for 30 seconds each time, I constantly worried about landing on my head, landing on someone else, or being landed upon. So I kept my body upright as much as possible (meaning, no upside-down stunts for me), and continuously hovered away from everyone.
At one point, I flew backwards and collided with a bunch of people. Zero gravity has no brakes, after all. Once you kick off the hull, you can't slow yourself down or stop yourself from spinning. I really hated this loss of control. I didn't realize how much that it would unsettle me.
I sure wish that I had bought motion sickness medication. The Zero G crew didn't have any--presumably to avoid liability. I probably wouldn't need it anyway, I rationalized. If I can read books in planes without getting airsick, I can handle this. Talk about a failure of imagination.
As the flight progressed, the pressure on my skull began to sicken me. My head grew dizzy, and I felt more and more claustrophobic. To make matters worse, the flight coach noticed my discomfort and started to baby me. She gave me a cold wet towel and rubbed something lime under my ears. Man that lime stunk.
Nothing would stop me from defying gravity though. I didn't pay $3750 to lie on the floor of a plane. :) So during each 30 seconds of weightlessness, I pandered to the cameras--then crumpled to the floor until the next "take".
Motion sickness sucks, man. It sucks most of all when you you're helplessly trapped inside of the contraption that's causing it! Thankfully, I never puked--but it took me hours to recover. Three naps, to be precise.
On the plus side, I managed to complete the following tasks during the flight:
Would've been cool to emulate Hugh Jackman's space pose in "The Fountain"--but for the life of me, I couldn't cross my legs in the zero gravity.
Forgive the pun...my Roth IRA really did earn a total of two cents this past month. :) But I guess I can't gripe too much given how much that the stock market lost this week.
T minus 3 and a half days. Meaning that if all goes well, I will finally defy gravity this coming Saturday.
To my amusement, that new comedy "Disaster Movie" hit #1 on the IMDb Bottom 100 and received a 0% on the Rotten Tomatoes tomatometer. Guess I won't be seeing that movie.
Yesterday, I got addicted to watching 9/11 specials all evening. In particular:
All in all, I still laud "United 93" as the best 9/11 portrayal ever, as I felt that it really captured the chaos and confusion of the people in charge. If you ever watch this movie on DVD, pay close attention to...
Yeah, I still find this movie brilliant. I know of no other film that depicts bureaucracy and misinformation so well.
I'm starting to think that this Zero Gravity Weightless flight will finally happen. I received a schedule of events for September 20 and the following general pointers:
When I read that Britney Spears swept the top honors at the MTV Video Music Awards, I paused. To my recollection, she never won a VMA before despite a decade or so of nominations. In case you're wondering--yes, I've followed the VMAs for quite some time. I use them as data for every other music video survey. You can probably identify most of the VMA videos by scanning the bottom of each chart. :)
The Seaside repairman finally repaired my HDD/DVD recorder. He replaced the entire digital board at a cost that approached the recorder's original price (if only I could just buy a new one). Upon returning to San Jose, I tried out the recorder long enough to confirm that I indeed lost everything on the hard drive. Hours of recordings gone. Soon after, the hard drive completely crashed again. I calmly called the repairman back.
I guess this Olympic Chinese gymnist age controversy won't blow over after all. Originally, I thought that the FIG would have no way to prove the authenticity of those online gymnastic registries. But then China's deputy sports minister acknowledged their validity by blaming the age registration discrepancies on "faulty paperwork". Given the suspicious disappearances of these online records from the Web, I now find this whole case rather fishy.
"The Dark Knight" broke the "Titanic" box office record of $500M in 98 days! That leaves one last box office record: highest grossing movie of all-time in the United States, held by "Titanic" with $600,788,188. I strongly doubt that "The Dark Knight" can surmount that one.
In summary, I found this year's Summer Olympic games unexpectedly thrilling. I'd rank the highlights as follows:
Honorable mentions:
I look forward to attending the Winter Olympics XXI in February 2010.
I've never seen a praying mantis before...but ever since my Mom passed away, I spotted two white ones: one in Santa Maria and one at IBM. Coincidence? They spar pretty good.
Good beach volleyball finals. I liked how Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh dueled the Chinese in a rainstorm (almost like a samurai showdown). I also duked the air excitedly when Dalhausser and the Professor outplayed the Brazilians. No question about it...Dalhausser schooled those guys. I couldn't believe how many consecutive spikes that he blocked in the final set.
"In response to a request from the International Olympic Committee, the FIG has now asked the Chinese Gymnastic Association to submit further documents testifying to the birthdates of the gymnasts." Haha, as if anything will come of that. The Chinese government can just print out whatever proof that the FIG needs. :)
I actually care little about the age controversy since my favorite U.S. gymnists already won gold medals. I care more about why the Olympic judges kept overlooking those Chinese girls' mistakes. Maybe the commentators biased me.
I had a funny debate at work about which U.S. gymnist we liked better: Nastia Liukin or Shawn Johnson. A co-worker felt that Nastia had a chip on her shoulder, whereas I characterized her as unpretentious and game-faced. I guess I favor results over smiles and sociability. :)
My friends and I also differed on the antics of Jamaican racer Usain Bolt. Personally, I find the guy entertaining.
You know, I find it ironic that kids could grow obese from Michael Phelps-endorsed Frosted Flakes. Couldn't Kellogg's have picked a healthier cereal to portray Michael Phelps on?
Speaking of Michael Phelps, I noticed that I now have to expand his medal record in Wikipedia to scroll through all of the gold medals that he won. As they say in India, bo saurus che.
I always thought that the International Olympics Committee awarded two gold medals for a first place tie, but I guess they made an exception for gymnastics. I have no idea why. In any case, I predict that the rule will change thanks to the convoluted tiebreaker that victimized Nastia Liukin. Haha, the gymnastics tiebreaker reminded me of the one I use to break music video ties. I sort music videos by the following algorithm:
But I wonder why they ended up discarding the lowest score instead of eliminating both the lowest and highest. Maybe that would have caused another tie.
I noticed that my sorting algorithm only works as well as the judging. Meaning, unpredictable results can occur if our rankings and ratings lack consistency. For international gymnastics, that problem strikes me as irreconcilable. :)
All in all, I concluded that tiebreakers can lead to total madness. The IOC should just award two gold medals. Alternatively, they could go into overtime and make the gymnists repeat their routines until a winner emerges. :)
By the way, props to Shawn Johnson for finally winning a gold medal.
Too bad about that hurdles sprinter Lolo Jones. Like the title character in "Run Lola Run", her misstep probably caused a major butterfly effect.
Congratulations, Michael Phelps! You the man.
My hands actually trembled after his fingertip win in the 100m butterfly.
I also beamed when Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson won gold and silver medals, respectively, in the women's individual all-around gymnastics competition. Haha, the commentators had me convinced of biased judging (scoring the Americans too low and the Chinese girls too high). But I'm proud that the Americans performed so well that no judge could credibly deny them victory. Side note: I can hardly understand that Béla Károlyi.
Warner Bros. strategically bumped the release of their nearly-completed "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" film from November 21 to July 17! Das not cool at all.
For the third consecutive season, I predicted the Mole incorrectly. Did the wrong person walk out of the booth? I griped. The show chose a naturally unathletic Mole this time--meaning, he could sabotage the missions just by playing normally. In retrospect, the thought of a Mole who "futilely tries hard" actually crossed my mind...but in my opinion, Craig tried too hard (he once required an ambulance after winning one of the missions). That throws me off whenever the Mole intentionally helps players instead of betraying them.
I'm impressed with this swimmer Michael Phelps. He managed to win three more gold medals at the Beijing 2008 Summer Olympics (one of them in a harrowing 4x100-meter freestyle relay). If he wins all eight of his eight swimming events, then he'll break the U.S. record of gold medals won in one Olympics. Some call him a "fish", but he looks more like a "Street Fighter" character to me. :) Heh...it amuses me whenever mild-mannered athletes go crazy with euphoria (see photo below).
Correction 8/13/2008: If Michael Phelps wins all eight of his eight swimming events, then he'll break the world record of gold medals won in one Olympics. At this point, he has won five out of eight gold medals.
Speaking of U.S. records, "The Dark Knight" only needs around $19.46M to overtake "Star Wars" as the second highest grossing film of all time in the United States. I still remember feeling skeptic when Christopher Nolan chose to direct a Batman movie. Here I thought that "Batman Begins" would break his streak of extraordinary films. :)
It also disappointed me when I heard that James Cameron would direct "Titanic". What a waste of his talent, I initially thought.
The Camera 7 recently hosted a Midnight Movie Madness screening of "Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan", my all-time favorite "Star Trek" movie with the original crew. I attended despite the following disclaimer at the box office window:
ATTENTION! STAR TREK 2: THE WRATH OF KAHN is a 26 year old print. The quality is not up to Camera 7 standards. There is a good chance that it will break. The entire movie is this color and there are issues with poor sound quality. We hope you will enjoy it anyway. |
Sure enough, every scene looked reddish. Occasional buzzing noises disrupted the dialogue. And at one point, a vertical hold problem divided the screen. But all in all, I think that the movie still rocked. Here's what I like the most about it:
Ricardo Montalban as Khan. Easily the greatest "Star Trek" villain ever.
The awesome lines. I loved all of the smart dialogue from the screenplay, such as:
Kirk: "These cadets of yours--how good are
they? Will they respond under real pressure?
Spock:
"Like all living things, each according to his gifts."
Kirk: "You're about to remind me that logic alone
dictates your actions?"
Spock: "I would
not remind you of that which you know so well."
Kirk: "Khan! I'm laughing at the 'superior' intellect."
Spock: "He's intelligent, but not experienced. His pattern indicates two-dimensional thinking."
Spock at his best. Unlike most of the original "Star Trek" movies, I really admired Spock in this one. He struck me as an invaluable crew member and a true friend to Kirk (exemplified by my favorite line in the movie, "I have no ego to bruise"). To this day, I still get emotional during his selfless rescue of the Enterprise.
All in all, the audience disappointed me as I expected more of a crowd reaction like when I watched "First Contact" in college. Heh...but I liked how some folks showed up in old school Starfleet uniforms.
Looks like I never posted my ratings of each "Star Trek" film, so here they are:
"PLAY! A Video Game Symphony" cancelled again! Ordinarily, this wouldn't aggravate me...but dang, that PLAY! concert series has consistently frustrated me for the past two years. Cases in point:
WWE also irritated me recently. As you know, I reserved a ticket for WrestleMania XXV expecting big matches (I would post my own "dream card", but I lost the list I compiled). Well during last night's show, they booked one of my dream matches for SummerSlam in August...meaning that I can no longer expect this match to happen at WrestleMania XXV anymore. I think the cliche goes something like: "they sailed that ship too early".
Sometimes my downstairs neighbor shouts obscenities and slams his door multiple times. It sounds like threats against someone--yet I never hear the other person. I sure hope that he's not talking to himself. Anyway, on Thursday morning I heard him ranting at the top of his lungs and slamming his door. It really affected my dreams because I could've sworn that a mob gathered around the guy to beat on him. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that I dreamt that part. Don't you hate those dreams that make you second-guess what happened in the waking reality? :)
Occasionally, I joke to people that I live in the downtown part of my apartment complex; the "ghetto" district.
I guess while I'm on this subject of annoyances, I'll disclose one more: parsley. I discovered that this herb really offends my palate...not as badly as cilantro does, but enough for me to pick out every leaf that I see. :)
I'm actually glad that "The Dark Knight" still beat "The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor" at the weekend box office. That mummy movie totally didn't deserve #1. :) Looks like "The Dark Knight" just needs a mere $5.113M to shatter the "Shrek 2" record of $400M in 43 days. "Titanic" holds the next record: $500M in 98 days. :)
The "Dark Knight" movie keeps breaking box office records. It broke another one by earning $314.245M in its first 10 days (by comparison, it took "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" 16 days to pass $300M). I've never seen anything like it. I'm still skeptic about whether "Dark Knight" can beat "Titanic", which plateaued at over $600M in around 250 days (the only U.S. movie to ever break $500M). However, I think that "Dark Knight" can easily beat the "Shrek 2" record of $400M in 43 days.
This horror movie "Mirrors" looks pretty gruesome. I caught the red band trailer and didn't expect such graphic images.
I'm unimpressed by the quality of movies this year. Last year, I rated six movies an 8, four movies a 9, and one movie a 10. This year so far, I rated zero movies an 8, zero movies a 9, and zero movies a 10.
I compiled a list of some of the coming attractions that I'm looking forward to:
My Mom sure left a lot of possessions behind. Offhand, I noticed that she collected a lot of figurines, dolls, teacups, spoons, rubber stamps, clothes, and shoes. Personally, I never understood the appeal of shoes. I hardly ever change mine from day to day. My Mom also fancied towels with floral patterns, fruit-scented lotions, and green plants. I say "green" because my plants turned brown. Also, my towels and soaps look white.
I concluded that material possessions suck as a legacy. Because when it came down to it, I found myself admiring how many lives that my Mom touched rather than how many possessions that she managed to accrue.
I also felt indifferent about how my Mom looked after death. That's not my Mom anymore, I kept thinking. It actually seemed macabre to me that visitors would come to gaze at the corpse. But in hindsight, I'm glad that we hosted a viewing service. It let us catch up with old friends in much greater depth than at the funeral.
The idea of koden is genius. That's the Japanese tradition of donating money with sympathy cards (or sometimes without sympathy cards). When I made my Dad a spreadsheet to tally the amounts, the modest donations really added up. In the end, the koden easily covered the expensive casket, the funeral costs, and the bill for the big buffet lunch.
Side note: Watching "Mamma Mia!" in a near-vacant theater while sold-out Batman screenings played nearby didn't really help my mood. :)
Update 7/25/2008: For those of you who doubted my condemnation of Pierce Brosnan's singing, behold this audio evidence that I found on YouTube. My ears!!
Update 7/25/2008: Well, I re-watched "The Dark Knight"...and still can't reconcile all the hype. To summarize:
Dear Mr. Aoki,
Regrettably, we will have to cancel the August 9 Zero-G flight from San Jose. Due to an unforeseen delay in NASA modifications, our plane, G-Force One, will not be ready in time for your experience. We sincerely apologize for this inconvenience, but hope that you will be able to reschedule your experience. Upcoming flight dates and locations are listed on our website at http://www.gozerog.com/. Currently, they include: August 23: Los Angeles, CA We apologize once again for this inconvenience and thank you for your continued patience and understanding as our plane continues to go through modifications. Please contact us with any questions or concerns. |
Yeah, I have a question and a concern. My question: What flight will they cancel next? And my concern: that they'll cancel whatever flight I schedule next.
Dunno why my nose keeps bleeding. So far, my nose bled profusely for the past three nights. One morning I woke with blood all over my face (reminded me of when that goose hit Fabio's nose on that roller coaster). I ruled out bacterial infection since my stomach hasn't bothered me lately...even though I found it peculiar how my brother-in-law and I both darted to the same restroom during our drive back to San Jose. Hopefully, my nose isn't reacting to the toxic smoke that has been polluting our air as of late.
I have a sinking feeling that HDD/DVD recorders will go extinct soon. I ended up searching and searching for one because Panasonic, my brand of choice, no longer manufactures them. I finally purchased a Philips DVDR3576 DVD Recorder (with 160 GB Hard Disk and five-year protection plan) from circuitcity.com. To my disappointment, the recorder lacks play list capability--meaning, I can prune individual recordings but can't splice any of them together. So I'll probably just dedicate this recorder to music videos. Another noteworthy disappointment: it can't read my Panasonic DVD-RAM discs--only finalized DVD-R discs.
Hopefully, the repairman in Seaside can fix my broken Panasonic recorder. It sounds like he won't be able to recover any of my recordings though...unless (fingers crossed) the hard drive didn't really crash.
Finally back in San Jose after a rough two weeks in Santa Maria. All in all, this month sucked. But why stop there. This whole year sucked.
My overall reflections:
Guess I didn't miss too much at work since most of the week's meetings got cancelled due to a power outage at the lab. Apparently, a high voltage circuit breaker shorted out.
Upon returning to my apartment, I discovered that the hard drive in my HDD/DVD recorder had crashed. I suspect that I lost all of my recorded programs, including every music video that I accumulated since the last chart and all of my "Silent Hill: Origins" footage. Ordinarily, this would have upset me greatly--but on that day, I felt numb to it. I guess after everything that went down, a broken HDD/DVD recorder just felt trivial to me.
My Mom passed away last Thursday. She lost her life to lung cancer even though she never smoked.
The ordeal started last year with high blood pressure. We couldn't figure out why it stayed so high despite her dietary regiments. Eventually, she started coughing...a lot. We assumed that the blood pressure medication was causing it--at the time, we didn't realize that fluid was accumulating in her lungs.
In February 2008, my Mom's doctor discovered the fluid and routed her to a hospital to drain it all out. That's when we learned about the tumor: non-small-cell adenocarcinoma stage IIIB. The oncologist reclassified it to stage IV when a PET scan discovered metastatic tumors elsewhere in her body.
My Mom opted for Tarceva rather than harsh chemotherapy. The Tarceva really disappointed us as it had virtually no effect on the tumor. It grew to the point where my Mom required regular appetite medication and an oxygen machine. She lost over 20 pounds.
My family and I said our goodbyes on Sunday, June 29. The next day, my Mom surprised us with a sudden burst of lucidity. She seemed like her old self again. But two days later without warning, she slipped into a coma and passed away on July 3 at 4:55pm. She did not suffer any pain.
I have no regrets. Although it bothered me that I had missed my Mom's final breath due to traffic jams, I felt content with how we said goodbye and with the time that we had spent together.
I wrote an obituary about her for the Santa Maria Times (inconvenient how Microsoft Word had no document template for it). For those of you who knew my Mom, you are welcome to attend her viewing and funeral services this week.
MICHIKO "MICHI" AOKI Michi was born on 4/21/1935 in Santa Maria, California to parents Hiroshi and Komitsu Makino. Michi passed away on July 3, 2008 in the loving care of her immediate family. Michi studied in Japan, graduated Arroyo Grande High School, married Tad Aoki in 1960, and raised four children. She also taught Dharma School at the Guadalupe Buddhist Temple for many years. She was preceded in death by her parents Hiroshi and Komitsu Makino and brother Bobby Makino. She is survived by husband Tad Aoki of Santa Maria. Daughters Naomi Choquette of Mililani, Hawaii, June Trachsel of Pacific Grove. Sons Stanley and Steven Aoki of San Jose. Grandchildren Nathan, Kelsi and Jarad Choquette of Mililani, Hawaii and Corinne Trachsel of Pacific Grove. Sister Hiroko Maenaga of Guadalupe. Viewing services will be held on Thursday, July 10, 2008 from 4:00 P.M. to 7:00 P.M. at the Dudley-Hoffman Mortuary. Funeral services will be held on Friday, July 11, 2008 at 10:00 A.M. at the Guadalupe Buddhist Temple with gravesite services to follow at Santa Maria Cemetery. Arrangements are under the direction of Dudley-Hoffman Mortuary and Crematory. |
I noticed that my new neighbor fancies cigarettes as I see them scattered all over his porch whenever I approach my apartment. Where's a "cure or quit" when you need one.
After the first season of "The Mole", I abandoned my misconception that the Mole had to sabotage every mission. In fact, the first season Mole performed so well that I considered her the best player! Instead, I began basing my Mole criteria on two other patterns:
That brings us to season five. Out of the seven remaining players, I ruled out four of them for forming coalitions: Clay, Mark, Alex, and Paul. I also ruled out Kristen because she looks too similar to the previous two Moles. That leaves Craig and Nicole. Although both of them hindered multiple missions, Craig went the extra mile to complete the last one (when no one would've faulted him for failing the team). That makes Nicole my prime suspect.
It made me sad when some Christian protesters loudly condemned George Michael (and us) as we filed into the "25 LIVE" concert. Personally, I find it disturbing when evangelists preach hate in the name of Jesus. Maybe that's just me.
My only major complaint about the concert: I hate it when turn the singer directs the microphone toward the audience. I could swear that he did it about half the time during a couple of my favorite songs. Like I said before: I don't attend concerts so I can hear audience members butcher the songs.
In closing, see if you can guess which songs that he performed for his encores:
I wonder where this "false finish" phenomenon came from because to my recollection, every concert that I ever attended did it. Rating: 6
I marveled at how Asia Argento managed to unwind so easily after each disturbing encounter--didn't even seem traumatized when a fiery pursuer spirited her mother's ghost to Hell. She even had the gall to laugh after everything that happened! It also disappointed me that she thwarted the Mother of Tears with a spear rather than white magic. Come to think of it, how did that detective manage to escape?
All in all, a couple of thoughts occupied my mind: a) "Doesn't get much sicker," and b) "Hope I don't go to Hell for watching this." At least this movie finally cleared up the chronology from "Suspiria" and "Inferno". Rating: 5
Overall, it seemed like "Silent Hill: Origins" retreaded (and botched) the characters from "Silent Hill", the psychological drama from "Silent Hill 2", and the gameplay from "Silent Hill 4" (including the peepholes and the ability to charge melee weapons). Although "Silent Hill: Origins" did introduce some new features, I disliked them:
Even though "Silent Hill: Origins" recast my favorite characters from "Silent Hill", I found the voice actors lacking. I also found the music and extras inferior to the first four games. For example, I had no desire to acquire all of the costumes in "Silent Hill: Origins" (as opposed to "Silent Hill 2", where my quest for the green spray obsessed me). Rating: 4
Dang. PLAY! is coming to San Francisco on August 23. I remember swearing off that concert unless it met one of my four conditions--the first one being, if it toured nearby.
The sight of cigarette smoke sorta bugs me now that I know what lung cancer can do to a healthy person. I find it unfair that it can still afflict people who never touched a cigarette in their entire life.
I speculated how my lifetime goals would change if a disease ever made me terminal. Maybe someday I should brainstorm a special bucket list for goals that I'd only entertain if my life neared its end. For example, I could start the list with: "experiment with recreational drugs".
Did I every mention my least favorite contemporary actresses? Scarlett Johansson and Liv Tyler. I can't stand them for some reason.
I finished tabulating the top 30 music videos for 1H 2008. The bottom song surprised me as I didn't expect our #30 songs to spread out so much.
San Jose, we have a problem...
Dear Zero-G Flyers,
We regret to inform you that we have decided to postpone the Zero-G flight scheduled on July 26 in San Jose due to the modifications of our plane, G-Force One. It is required for the NASA training flights that are scheduled to begin later this year, and it was originally scheduled to be completed by mid-July. However, after reviewing the current status, we feel that it is best to postpone your flight in order to avoid a possible last minute schedule change. Your flight is now scheduled on Saturday, August 9 in San Jose. |
Yesterday at work, I discovered ants crawling on my car. Wouldn't have bugged me so much had they stayed outside (I sped along the highway trying to blow them off). As soon as one of them appeared inside, my skin began to crawl. That is, I grew paranoid every time that a hair twitched on my skin. Needless to say, I really hate ants--possibly more than rats and pigeons (but not more than cockroaches).
Another irritation: my screening of "Kung Fu Panda" ran Spanish subtitles. Moviefone didn't forewarn me. I probably should've caught another showing, but I didn't feel like waiting another 40 minutes.
Today I commemorate the tenth anniversary of my favorite all-time movie, "The Truman Show". For those of you who religiously monitored my top 20 favorite movies of all time over the past ten years, you probably noticed that "The Truman Show" always topped the list. I'd go further to say that this preference probably won't change no matter how many more movies that I review.
"The Truman Show" showcased everything that I could ask for in a film: drama, emotion, intrigue, suspense, levity, inspiration, meaning, engaging music, attention to detail, "oh sh-- moments"--even a brief homage to Santa Maria. I remember when I first watched "The Truman Show" in my hometown (the aforementioned Santa Maria). Even though I already knew the premise, most of the scenes in this film left me in awe. I just sat there thinking, "Wow." Not long afterward, I proclaimed "The Truman Show" as the best movie ever made.
Personally, I derived three main meanings from this film (spoilers ahead):
Satirizing television. During a turning point in the film, Christof fed lines to Truman's friend, and manipulated the audience's emotions with cameras and music. I felt that this scene best embodied why I consider real-life television so pretentious and commercialized. In addition to all of the amusing product placement within Seahaven, I loved the ending where two TV viewers trivialized everything that happened by seeking a TV guide. Interestingly, the film also covered what I like about television--its ability to inspire and enrich the lives of the viewing audience. The reactions of the TV audience (particularly when they pulled for Truman) played a big part in fueling my own emotion.
Playing God. Aside from Christof's name, I noticed a lot of parallels to a biblical God. He cued the sun. He struck down Truman with lightning when he got cocky. He talked down from the clouds. He tried to persuade Truman to stay in his safe Eden-like paradise. Ultimately, I got the sense that Christof struggled to influence Truman's free will. This led to two parts in the film where I considered Christof dead wrong: a) the part where Christof "drowned" Truman's father to give Truman a phobia of water; later compounded by Christof's messed up threat to drown Truman in his own phobia; and b) the part where they ripped away Truman's love interest.
Living your own life. Christof struck me as an overprotective father figure for Truman in the sense that he seemed to decide "what was best" for him. Among other things, he dictated who Truman should befriend and who Truman should marry. He even stroked Truman's TV image when he stirred in bed, like some kind of grown-up child. Hence, I totally rooted for Truman to escape this stifling world and to live his own life.
Although I love practically everything about this film, I'll try to list what I liked the most:
I noticed that the Pantages Theater appended another request to their performance: "Prior to the performance and during intermission, as a courtesy to the cast and audience, please take a moment to turn off cell phones and pagers, and to unwrap any candies--Thank You." I couldn't tell whether to take that last clause seriously.
Thanks to my front row seat at WWE One Night Stand 2008, I got to slap hands with wrestling celebrities like Mick Foley (twice), Jim Ross, Jerry Lawler, and CM Punk (man that guy had a sweaty hand). I also got to touch The Undertaker's padded glove after he crashed into the barricade in front of me. How cool is that...I managed to buy this ticket from Ticketmaster at face value!
Only two minor complaints: 1) The lady next to me glued so much glitter to her sign that the flakes began sticking to me and my camera bag--did I ever mention that I can't stand glitter? 2) Referees and cameramen kept blocking my shot! Fortunately, I still snapped some awesome pictures.
Looks like a couple of the pro-wrestlers suffered nasty injuries. When the Big Show dropped the steel steps (shown in my screenshot), the steps bounced off the ground and fractured his sinus cavity (ouch). Also, Randy Orton broke his clavicle (hence my look of discomfort as he passed by in one of my screenshots below).
On a final note, I'm really impressed that The Undertaker risked such a dangerous stunt.
"IBM 4 life." That's what I used to joke to my colleague every time he thought about leaving IBM. To my disbelief, he finally did it. Usually my cynical projections come true (similar to how House, M.D. reliably solves each case with cynicism). That's why I often won bets against him—he tended to expect the best whereas I assumed the worst unless proven otherwise. :)
This Sunday, I attend a WWE event called "One Night Stand" that stipulates gimmicks for every match on the card. Last year's event featured four matches that I wanted to see. This year's event only features one match that I want to see, but it's one of my favorites of all time: the TLC Match. The card for WWE One Night Stand 2008:
My sister invited me to George Michael's 25 LIVE concert next month. At first, I vacillated because a) I only recalled one song of his that I liked, and b) it's George Michael. But I finally agreed to it when I read that he'd cover stuff from WHAM!. So ideally, he'll sing "Careless Whisper" and skip "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go". :)
Props to last night's season finale of "Lost"....most intriguing.
Our IBM coffee cafe changed vendors from Ritazza to Peet's. Despite my sentiment that Peet's tastes like instant coffee from the vending machine downstairs, I still like it better than Starbucks. :) Too bad that more employees didn't vote for Seattle's Best when IBM polled us. Alternatively, I would've liked "It's a Grind".
Comics suck as an investment. Captain Nemo's offered me $25 for my long box of rare childhood comics (all in mint condition). I told them thanks anyway, and gave the comics away to my friend. Back when I first collected them, I probably paid at least four times that amount.
"Survivor: Micronesia" inspired me to count down my favorite Survivor seasons of all-time. At first, I struggled with my #1 and #2 picks because I felt that both seasons had their own unique merits. I finally leaned toward the season that stirred the most interesting "water cooler" chats.
I also simplified the movie criteria on my Web site to better suit why I like the films that I like. Previously, I had:
After careful consideration, I revised my criteria as follows:
While walking through my apartment complex's parking lot, I noticed a 4-door BMW 3251 with a cardboard sign over the rear window. It reminded me of my year-end blog:
My Vacation:
1. My boyfriend told me he hates me.
2. I lost my job.
3. A bum broke this window and stole my purse!!!
I suspect that the author listed these grievances in chronological order. I'm kind of curious how they would rank from bad to worst.
I love that Harry Potter line about "opening hostilities early" because I feel like it applies to so many real-life situations. Take my return trip to Firestone, for example. I basically had to assert that my rear brakes began making funny noises ever since their mechanic realigned them. I didn't want to accuse them--but I also did not want to pay for a second brake inspection. So when the clerk asked what I needed, I slyly replied, "It's my brakes again." Unfortunately, I think that my veiled hint opened hostilities too early because the clerk grew more and more defensive. First I had to recreate the symptom for their mechanic--which I did, successfully. Then the clerk remarked that he didn't know what happened between now and the last time I brought the car in. Not sure what he meant to imply, but I forced myself to not to take offense. End result: they inspected and lubed my rear brake for free.
Victory is mine? Yes and no. The funny noises eventually returned.
Speaking of diplomacy, I gotta comment on Survivor. In all my years of watching it, I've never seen anything like Thursday's episode. To my disbelief, the final four women managed to pull off one of the most ridiculously daring plots ever conceived: voting out the last guy by persuading him to give up his immunity! Even though his gullibility played a huge part, I couldn't help but admire the womens' bold, persuasive tactics. They masterfully exploited his guilt, his inexperience, and his admiration of celebrities. I'm pretty sure that he felt smitten with them too--enough to risk a million dollars to get back into their good graces.
Although I agree that he committed the dumbest blunder in Survivor history, I'd be lying if I said that a woman's wiles never made me falter in a similar fashion. Ordinarily, my cynicism can see through all kinds of deceit or the appearance of deceit--but without giving specifics, let's just say that I have a weakness for women with halos over their head. :)
Year | Steve's prediction | Actual winner |
---|---|---|
2001 | The Rock | Stone Cold Steve Austin |
2002 | Stone Cold Steve Austin | Triple H |
2003 | Brock Lesnar | Brock Lesnar |
2004 | Goldberg | Chris Benoit |
2005 | Batista | Batista |
2006 | Rey Mysterio | Rey Mysterio |
2007 | Shawn Michaels | The Undertaker |
2008 | The Undertaker | John Cena |
Update | ||
2009 | Randy Orton | Randy Orton |
2010 | Shawn Michaels | Edge |
2011 | John Cena | Alberto Del Rio |
2012 | Chris Jericho | Sheamus |
2013 | John Cena | John Cena |
2014 | Batista | Batista |
2015 | Roman Reigns | Roman Reigns |
Never had much success with Royal Rumble predictions. Out of eight Royal Rumble winners, I only predicted three of them. In 2002, I lost a famous bet where the loser had to buy the winner a burrito. That sucked. Thankfully, I dodged a similar bullet last January when I talked that very same co-worker out of a winning bet. He initially predicted that a surprise entrant would win despite my jeers that such a longshot would never happen. Luckily, I changed his mind days prior to the Rumble. Had he stuck with his original pick, I would've owed him another dinner. So imagine my relief as I photographed the surprise entrant (pictured right) after he unexpectedly won the Rumble (as unlucky entrant #30, no less).
Incidentally, every Royal Rumble winner in this table went on to win the Championship belt at WrestleMania...except for John Cena. John Cena also won every WrestleMania match that he ever competed in (4-0)...until this year. So broken precedents all around.
Total bummer...I received the following e-mail today about my gravity flight:
Dear Mr. Aoki,
We regret to inform you that we have to reschedule our Zero-G flight on May 25, due to insufficient number of flyers confirmed for this date. It is very unusual that we have to reschedule our flights for this reason, but since it falls on the Memorial Day weekend, we don't believe many people will sign up in the next week or so, and therefore we have made our decision at this time. We will be delighted to reschedule you on any of our future flights. Our next available flight from San Jose is on July 26. For more future dates and locations, please go to www.gozerog.com. We apologize for the inconvenience this may cause, and hope we can reschedule your flight. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Guess I have to reset my countdown. T minus...79 days...
I finally replaced my brakes after they alarmed me with some loud, horrific noises. Can't help wondering whether the worn-out front brakes contributed to that unprecedented skid that I had. Guess I shouldn't have waited so long to service my car...106,000+ miles without any preventative maintenance. :)
I'm disgusted that Exxon Mobil accrued over 10 billion dollars in profit, and even more disgusted that this figure disappointed them! I really need to brainstorm more ways to conserve gas.
T minus 21 days.
Judging by the reaction of fellow Harry Potter fans, I concluded that we don't always see eye to eye. Take the subject of wands, for example. I view wands as a personal extension of the wielder. I view a wizard's wand as masculine, and a witch's wand as feminine. Using this logic, I found it demasculating that Harry had to borrow Hermione's wand. No one saw it that way though.
"But I think that Hermione's wand contains unicorn hair," I added. Turns out that I erred. Malfoy's wand contained the unicorn hair.
Crazy. While driving through rainy conditions from the San Jose Performing Arts Center, my car slid off the highway. Instead of curving with the exit ramp, I skidded forward onto the dirt shoulder. Didn't even have time to react. In hindsight, I might have regained control of the car if I had repressed my instinct to keep braking. I heard that you're supposed to stop braking and steer into the skid. But how do you slow the car when you're skidding forward?
Thankfully, my car escaped unharmed. If I had glanced off a guard rail or had flown off of a cliff, I'm unsure whether my minimal car insurance would have covered the damage.
To my dismay, Quito's Mexican Restaurant closed its doors. A sign on the front door read:
Regretfully, after over 48 years of serving the Santa Maria Valley, Quito's Mexican Restaurant must close its doors. The Rodriguez family sincerely thanks you for your faithful and consistent patronage over the past half century. Correspondence may be mailed to Quito's, PO Box 468, Santa Maria, CA, 93456, or email at QuitosRestaurant@gmail.com. Again, thank you so much. |
How surreal that my family and I will never taste another Quito's enchilada again. My old hometown keeps disappearing little by little.
Woah, Twilight Zone...how on Earth did WWE convince the real Hillary, Obama, and McCain to deliver promos on Monday Night Raw last night? It's not everyday that you see McCain attempting pro-wrestling slogans or Obama imitating the Rock. Good line, though: "Do you smell what Barack is cooking?"
Tonight, I finally see MAMMA MIA! at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts.
I caught a news flash that hazardous fumes forced a mass evacuation of Hawaiian volcano parks. Interestingly, a colleague once encouraged me to tour a Hawaiian volcano site so that I could poke at molten lava with a stick. According to him, some tourists found that fascinating. I guess I wouldn't mind watching keys melt in molten lava. That's my favorite Deep Thought:
"If you drop your keys into molten lava just let 'em go 'cause, man, they're gone." -Jack Handey
Generally, it astonishes people that I never visited Hawaii. They can't believe that I never visited my sister in Oahu. Well, it makes more sense if you consider my lack of enthusiasm for sunshine, water, or sand. Other than a pro-wrestling event or a honeymoon, I can't think of any convincing reason to fly out there.
Gotta love those heavy Boston accents. Sometimes I couldn't understand the dialogue no matter how many times that I rewound the movie.
A shame that Amy Ryan didn't win the Oscar. Where's social services when you need them? :)
Cool twist. I didn't see it coming despite my movie rule that I won't believe a death unless I actually see it happen. Rating: 7"The threat of violent protests in San Francisco prompted officials to make unannounced changes in the Olympic torch relay and closing ceremony." |
I wonder if any of those Tibet activists practice Buddhism, because I don't often read about Buddhists wanting to lay the smackdown on someone. :)
Life would be so much simpler if everyone settled their disputes in the wrestling ring. :)
What a mess, this business with the congested airports. I'm thankful that I have no flights planned. Not just because I hate delayed flights, but because I hate overhearing people whine about delayed flights. Are we so spoiled now that even careful safety measures try our patience? I blame that motto, "the customer is always right", for inflating our heads with airs of entitlement.
Nothing like California weather. I hate smoldering in Florida. I did enjoy WrestleMania 24, however. I'll likely attend WrestleMania 25 next year (the location: Houston, Texas). Additionally, one of my favorite WWE pay-per-views, One Night Stand, will come to San Diego on June 1. Even if I decide not to attend, it'd be a good excuse to finally catch "Wicked" at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood. Ah, nothing like Broadway and pro-wrestling to enliven a weekend.
In other news, my heart leapt when I saw a note on my apartment door. Turned out to be a temporary water shutdown notice.
Two more Suncoast stores blinked out of existence: the ones in Fairfield and Capitola. So I guess no more trips toward Santa Cruz for me.
My colleague announced that he acquired new cats named Haley and De De. When I laughed that he could rename them to "Dexter" and Dee Dee, no one seemed to appreciate my clever joke. My mind visualized a tumbleweed rolling past them. Come on people, haven't you ever heard of Dexter's Laboratory?? :)
That show "Smallville" confuses me. I can't reconcile the chronology. Examples:
I can only conclude that the WB completely reinvented the whole Superman mythology--similar to what Christopher Nolan did for Batman.
Whew. Nary any rain or shine to ruin my WrestleMania 24 outing. Thankfully, rainclouds kept shrouding the sun until night fell. And even though some drizzles alarmed me (I brought no raincoat), they didn't last long.
WWE made the most of this outdoor venue. Jets streaked across the sky and fireworks periodically exploded all over the Citrus Bowl. The biggest perk in my opinion: wind carrying all that smoke away (I always considered the fireworks smoke a nuisance whenever the arena trapped it all inside). Speaking of nuisances, I couldn't figure out why a cable kept landing on me near the end of show. I wonder if that pyrotechnics malfunction in the news caused it. If so, I'm lucky that the cable cooled off.
My cheap ticket placed me flat against the "WrestleMania WrestleMania WrestleMania" banner. Pretty cool because to pinpoint me, just look for the neon figure in front of the second "W". I'm glad that no one tried to wave me down because for the second consecutive time, my neon shirt and hat matched exactly what the roaming vendors wore. You would think that I would've learned my lesson when this happened at last year's WrestleMania.
Props to the Money in the Bank Ladder Match and "final" Ric Flair match.
For once, the last WrestleMania match kept me on the "edge" of my seat because of the jeopardy on the Undertaker's undefeated streak. You see, the Undertaker won 15 WrestleMania matches and lost zero. If the WWE ever wanted to break that streak, what better place than at the end of the show? Made for some thrilling false finishes.
Amusingly, the ring lights died during the Lumberjill Match. To correct this, I think that the crew rotated the lights from the audience to the ring. That's why we vanished for awhile from the live broadcast.
Man, I lost a fifty dollar bill somewhere in the Citrus Bowl. My two theories about how this happened: a) it fell out of my pocket, or b) I mistook it for a twenty dollar bill and paid a vendor $70 instead of $40. It's only money but it's been bugging me.
Something else that bugged me in Orlando: all those pesky tolls! A quarter here, three quarters there. Like tiny paper cuts if you don't have one of those toll passes.
Kinda funny that I drove over an hour to the Kennedy Space Center Visitor Complex only to snub it. Why, you ask? Three reasons:
Maybe sometime I'll revisit this place during an available date for the Astronaut Training Experience.
On the drive back to Fort Lauderdale, I kept hearing that Miley Cyrus song, "See You Again", on the radio. I like it. It sounds new wavish and speaks to me as an introvert. :)
Barely slept on the red-eye due to some astonishing stomach cramps. I kept picturing that old GLAD ForceFlex commercial--the one where the garbage bag flexed and stretched.
When my shuttle approached the rental car center, a pre-recorded voice chimed, "Have a sun-sational visit." I frowned.
As expected, the weather's hot here...muggy hot. I covered myself with sunscreen in preparation for the four hours that I'm going to spend sweltering outdoors.
Last night, I checked off my goal of watching the Rock live. Pretty charismatic speaker. In addition to reciting all of his catch phrases, he entertained the fans with lots of levity and wit.
I think I sat through the longest WWE Hall of Fame Ceremony ever...over four hours! I'll bet you that Ric Flair took up half of it with all of his anecdotes and acknowledgements (he even thanked production staffers and referees). As I predicted, he got emotional a lot and kept making his closest buddies cry.
Well, WrestleMania XXIV in a couple of hours.
Finally caved in and bought a couple of Blu-ray discs even though I own neither a PlayStation 3 nor a Blu-ray player. What convinced me, you ask? My discovery of an upcoming Blu-ray release for WrestleMania 24 (as you may or may not know, the WWE began broadcasting in Hi-Def this year).
I recently read an early weather forecast for Orlando: 60% chance of rain. In other words, a 60% chance that I'll get rained on at WrestleMania 24 this weekend. Guess I better pack a raincoat.
In other news, I feel excited about a couple of upcoming movie projects:
Meanwhile, I'm going to watch "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" very closely this November to make sure that they don't butcher my favorite parts. I guess that's the downside to reading the books before the movies. Better that, though, than risking exposure to a Harry Potter spoiler. Even though I never really heard any for Death Hallows, who knows what could slip out over the next three years. :)
Speaking of butchering, I'm sick of these celebrities that disfigure their faces with cosmetic surgery trying to look like supermodels. I barely even recognized Lara Flynn Boyle's swollen features in a recent "Law & Order" episode. Botox and lip collagen gone bad? Ever since I caught a VH-1 special about plastic surgery, I've grown disillusioned with celebrities. I look at them all suspiciously now.
Too funny. The "Be Kind Rewind" Web site sweded Google and YouTube! Michel Gondry even sweded his own trailer!
Recently I watched the "Sunshine" DVD with audio commentary from physicist Brian Cox, the film's scientific consultant. (Cillian Murphy based his Capa character on him.) I'd recommend listening to it as I found his insights about space travel and modern physics fascinating. He also explained which scientific accuracies that the film compromised for the sake of dramatic license. Some of his thoughts (minor spoiler alert):
Cox's plot-related thoughts:
Best insights from Danny Boyle's audio commentary:
Speaking of space travel, the Zero Gravity Corporation e-mailed me forms to fill out (registration, liability waiver, medical history, prescription release), and provided details about my weightless flight. Direct quotes:
An SCC cocktail contains Scopolamine, Chlorpheneramine, and Caffeine. Scopolamine counteracts motion sickness while caffeine counteracts the drowsiness caused by Scopolamine. It'll probably resemble my reaction to Chlor-Trimeton chased with Mountain Dew. :)
Good news and bad news. The bad news: no weightless flights in Fort Lauderdale until June 14. D'oh! I guess I thought that these flights happened all the time. The good news: I discovered that Cloud 9 could book the same flight right here in San Jose instead. So my new target date for defying gravity: May 25.
My co-workers gaped at the cost of the flight. Admittedly, I never splurged this much money on a frill before (unless you count laser eye surgery).
Now I have an open day to spend in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe I'll visit the Kennedy Space Center anyway. Someone mentioned Space Camp, but I don't care what that Dave guy said in "Stranger than Fiction"--I'm too old. :)
On Sunday, I learned that Apolo Ohno won the overall individual title at the ISU World Short Track Speedskating Championships in Korea. The headline puzzled me at first: "Ohno collects first overall world title". I couldn't reconcile how Ohno never won a world championship before. But wikipedia jogged my memory: Ahn Hyun-Soo (the "Master") won the last five consecutive world championships from 2003 to 2007. He probably would've won a sixth, too, had he not fractured his knee back in January. So this might have been Ohno's only chance to clinch the world title. Can this guy perform in clutch situations or what? :)
According to another article, Ohno still gets booed in Korea. I have an opinion about that but will keep it to myself. :)
Props to the interesting moral dilemma: help the Nazis counterfeit Allied currency or die. Personally, I identified with the main character, a convicted counterfeiter: "one adapts or dies". To tell you the truth, I envied his position--he could cooperate without looking hypocritical, yet embrace ideologies without looking self-righteous. The luxury of moral ambiguity. :)
All in all, I'd need a big reason to play the martyr, e.g., the survival of humanity. Can't say that I'd willingly die for pride, patriotism, or principle. Also, I see no shame in a gilded cage if the alternative is starvation and/or death. :) Rating: 6The real-time suspense made me remember why movies like "Cache", "Psycho", and "Pulp Fiction" engaged me so well. Even when hardly anything happened on screen, I felt tense.
Parts that I considered strokes of genius (minor spoiler alert):
No word from my landlord about whether I passed the inspection or not, so I can only assume that I successfully stayed my eviction. They must have really meant business because when I googled "cure or quit", I realized the gravity of their threat. Had I not passed their inspection or moved out, my landlord would've had sufficient grounds to evict me. Surreal, man. In hindsight, I'm glad that I managed to stay cool and take their ultimatum seriously.
My apartment looks bare to me now--slightly reminiscent of my time in Apt. #237.
Also donated a boatload of clothes to Goodwill.
In other news, I spoke too soon when I told people that I had nothing planned after Las Vegas. In lieu of my impulsive trip to Florida, I decided to finally go after another goal on my bucket list: defy gravity. I once read about weightless flights in an airplane magazine (advertising Cloud 9 Living as the vendor). Each flight costs $3750 per person. Basically, the plane simulates zero gravity by soaring in parabolic arcs.
Thanks to the frequent flyer miles from my AAdvantage membership, a round trip to Florida will only cost me $7.50. To think that I used to scoff at frequent flyer miles.
So the events in my future:
I will look like a speck at WrestleMania XXIV because I skimped on the ticket this time, but I will be there. To give you an idea, I'll be sitting in the third row (obscured by the ceiling monitor in this concept design, below).
You know you've hit rock bottom when a landlord threatens forfeiture of your lease because you "failed to maintain the premises"--not because of uncleanliness, but because of clutter. Granted, I never should have kept a cot in my kitchen. I originally purchased the cot several months ago so that visiting guests didn't have to sleep on the floor. As months passed, I stopped thinking about the cot's presence (I hardly ever accessed that part of the kitchen). I began unconsciously sorting clothes on it.
Regrettably, when this cot obstructed a routine maintenance visit, I'm fairly certain that it triggered the "full court press" that followed. While I was away at work, the Woods photographed everything in my apartment: the cot, my desk, my table--even the spout in my bathtub (note to self: mildewcide spray corrodes chrome). Then they slipped a notice to cure or quit in my door. Imagine my shock to read such scathing language:
NOTICE TO CURE OR QUIT PLEASE TAKE NOTICE that you have violated the following covenants of your apartment lease... FAILURE TO MAINTAIN PREMISES. On February 28, 2008, during a notified routine preventative maintenance inspection, there were verified reports that you failed to maintain the premises in a clean and sanitary condition in violation of the lease agreement and statute. There was not an area of the premises that had been cleaned in some time and was cluttered. "No duty on the part of the landlord to repair a dilapidation shall arise...if the tenant is in substantial violation of any of the following affirmative obligations, provided the tenant's violation contributes substantially to the existence of the dilapidation or interferes substantially with the landlord's obligation...to effect the necessary repairs: (1) To keep that part of the premises which he occupies and uses clean and sanitary as the condition of the premises permits." California Code Section 1941.2(a). These incidents were witnessed by Maintenance. The incidents cited above are injurious to the heath of residents and guests; indecent or offensive to the senses; in violation of safety regulations; and in obstruction of the free use of the premises and common areas so as to interfere with the comfortable and quiet enjoyment of life and property. PLEASE TAKE NOTICE that you are hereby required to vacate the premises in each of the foregoing breaches of covenant is not cured within THREE DAYS after service of this notice upon you. You must vacate the subject premises and deliver up possession of the premises to the landlord, The Woods Apartments. Your failure to cure the breaches of covenant or to vacate the premises within the designated three-day period may result in legal action being taken against you wherein forfeiture of the lease and possession of the subject premises will be sought and wherein damages for such things as rent, court costs, attorney fees, etc. may also be sought. Dated this 28th day of February, 2008 |
Where did they borrow this form letter from, social services? I felt depressed enough as it was without some faceless notice attacking my hygiene and calling me a failure as a tenant. Worse than a slap in the face, if you ask me.
Unfortunately, my indignity didn't end there. Unable to concentrate at work (and tormented by endless speculation), I drove home early to confront the community manager. Despite my resolve to stay assertive, some of her comments boiled my blood. Examples: "Your apartment is uninhabitable. Look at these photos. You have a bed in your kitchen. You have papers all over your desk. The place is like a maze. It will attract rats. What are these boxes? Is that your ladder? What if paramedics had to bring a gurney in there? What if a pipe burst in the ceiling? What if you had a fire? I'll call the city to inspect your apartment if I have to." I'm not kidding about the papers on the desk remark. She actually complained about that with a straight face. Sorta reminded me of Ken Starr because I felt like she compounded one legitimate grievance (cot in the kitchen) with open season on every other little nit that she could find (papers on a desk, boxes).
Her subjective answers frustrated me the most. When I kept asking, "What specific things can I do?" she kept replying ambiguously, e.g., "Remove the clutter", "Make it look like a path, not a maze," "Make your kitchen look like a kitchen and your living room look like a living room," "Make your apartment look normal," "Make it so I'm happy." As you can imagine, I didn't appreciate such arbitrary benchmarks. I told her that words like "normal" and "happy" did not help me, and I kept trying to list the action items, i.e., "Number one: remove the cot. Number two: remove the papers. Number three: make a path that a gurney can fit through."
We agreed to have the assistant community manager inspect my apartment after I finished. I spent all evening tidying up. I left the cot by the dumpster (we have a lot of scavengers--the cot vanished almost immediately). I boxed all of my DVDs and discarded the media cabinet. I bundled up all of my old clothes into the trunk of my car. I uncluttered and wiped all of the surfaces. Then this morning, the assistant community manager and some other guy came in taking pictures. They probably felt pretty awkward. I know I did.
So the verdict is still pending. I might be looking for another place to live. Not necessarily because I failed their inspection, but because I hate them with such a passion now that my reluctance to move might thaw.
At least I finally uncluttered my apartment.
In other news, my division awarded me with a "hero" certificate. Great, huh? Not that I enjoyed a single moment of it given where my mind was. :)
Not a subject that I normally blog about, but I've been doing a lot of thinking lately...
During that WWE No Way Out event in Las Vegas, I witnessed something curious as the Elimination Chamber descended. A woman gestured the sign of the cross over her chest. Why, I wondered? Did she consider the structure unholy? Did she pray for the wrestlers' safety? I opted not to ask because had she dared to answer something sanctimonious, my face would've betrayed disapproval. Personally, I never try not to judge what people pray about. I believe in freedom of religion. However, I secretly harbor one pet peeve about prayer (similar to how I resent disrespect at the WTC). And that pet peeve is simply: praying for favoritism from God. For example, praying to succeed at the expense of others; such as in a sporting event. Whenever I see athletes do it before a competition, I think: they better be praying for the welfare of their opponents too. Basically, I am ok with praying for other peoples' well-beings--but am less thrilled about praying for any type of selfish outcome, e.g., good health, good fortune, or cheating death. I probably picked up this attitude from my Buddhist upbringing; a belief that we accept tragedies as a natural part of life.
This year, I looked forward to missing WrestleMania XXIV. Recently when WWE announced nothing but lackluster matches for the show, I felt rather smug about my choice...until an announcement the other night that The Rock would induct both his father and grandfather into the WWE Hall of Fame. Augh! This means that The Rock might appear at WrestleMania XXIV as a surprise guest. It might be the only chance of checking him off my WWE goals list. But I'd have to fly to Orlando, and somehow acquire a ticket to one of the hardest events ever to acquire a decent ticket for. I'll have to think about it. I'd never live it down if he appeared at WrestleMania after I only attended the WWE Hall of Fame ceremony--you might recall this happening to me before a la Hulk Hogan (on my "worst events that happened to Steve" list).
Las Vegas...such an unnatural city. At my room in the Luxor, a bathroom card warned of a drought in Las Vegas, and encouraged towel reusage to conserve water. A drought in the middle of the desert?? Isn't that a given? :)
I like those Egyptian-themed rooms in the Luxor. Never seen windows and curtains slanted like that. Also never ascended a pyramid in inclinators before. Felt as though the inertia kept pulling me diagonally.
The UNLV Thomas & Mack Center hosted WWE No Way Out. To my pleasant surprise, WWE upgraded me to the front row to make room for a professional boxer (Floyd Mayweather Jr.) and his entourage. As part of the show, one of the larger wrestlers launched himself over the barricade to pursue Mayweather. I dare say that the wrestler's leg might've clipped me had I not recoiled. Hazards of a front row seat, I suppose. :)
Two Elimination Chamber Matches highlighted the show (I explained the rules in an earlier blog). During one particularly scary accident, the gated entrance gave way and the Undertaker fell right out. Fortunately, he looked ok afterward. I had forgotten that WWE keeps the chamber unlocked so that eliminated wrestlers can exit.
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my review after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down unless you're ok with Harry Potter spoilers!
Read hardcover book: "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" (2007) by J.K. Rowling
One of those books that I couldn't put down because I wanted to cross a part where life finally got better for them. Such tragedy and despair. How could parents read this book to their kids without mortifying them? :) Personally, I'd have trouble reading it aloud given all those surprises that gave me pause.
Although I liked a lot about the book, I came up with my three favorite things about it:
"He [Harry] felt like asking them [his six doppelgangers] to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much more at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own."
"Fleur [Harry's doppelganger] walked over to stand beside him [Bill], giving him a soppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart that would never appear on his face again."
"For the first time, Harry imagined Mad-Eye's body, broken as Dumbledore's had been, yet with that one eye still whizzing in its socket. He felt a stab of revulsion mixed with a bizarre desire to laugh."
"Harry had the impression that the Minister was wondering whether it was worthwhile opening hostilities this early."
"...Harry's insides contracted with a sudden excitement...As Scrimgeour pulled out the tiny, walnut-sized golden ball, its silver wings fluttered rather feebly, and Harry could not help feeling a definite sense of anticlimax."
"Harry looked up, diverted. The circumstance of Ron having read a book that Hermione has not was unprecedented."
Other aspects of the Deathly Hallows that I liked:
The parts that disappointed me:
Also kind of miffed me whenever the illustrations spoiled what would happen in the chapters.
As for Mrs. Weasley's famous line, I don't know if I approve of that. :)
Miscellaneous questions:
In conclusion, even though I saw minor parts where Death Hallows could have done better, I liked the book and felt that it ended the Harry Potter series acceptably. I look forward to the upcoming movies. Rating: 8
After the last day of World Cup Short Track competition, I seriously had to lie down. My throat felt congested and my body ached all over. Perhaps the cold air and hard benches in the Utah Olympic Oval wore me down. That's one neat building though: a huge indoor running track, gymnastics mat, and ice rink all in the same panoramic landscape.
I had another wacky theory: my throat started feeling funny on the day when I tried hair spray for the first time (yeah, can you believe that I never sprayed my hair with it before). I couldn't find anything else in travel size. Anyway, I think I overdid it because a lot of lint clung to my hair. So I'm wondering if the fumes might have irritated my throat or something. I have no other cold symptoms beside aches and a sore throat.
Now for my euphoric rant of the day: remind me never to doubt Apolo ever again. Despite formidable competition from the world's top skaters (two Koreans and one Canadian), Apolo outraced them all to win gold in the 1000M final! Man that was cool. Best race that I've seen since Torino 2006 (and this one I got to see live)! I almost went to work the next day wearing a bandana again, but decided not to make it a tradition. :)
Prior to the awards ceremony, I spotted Apolo's father Yuki Ohno in the VIP stands and decided to approach him. He probably thought, who the heck are you because when I congratulated him and said he must be proud, no answer. Probably didn't help that I accidentally interrupted his conversation with someone. :) Anyway, he gracefully let me take a picture with him.
I always feel awkward imposing on people to take photos with them. But I find it worthwhile at the end of the day. I eventually concluded that photographic proof generates way more buzz than a meaningless autograph. :) Take that controversial Chris Benoit photograph, for example.
Speaking of photographic proof, I'm really impressed that Katherine Reutter won another silver (in the 1000M). At this rate, I might start idolizing her like I idolize Ohno. :) Side note: Funny to see only two skaters in a semi-final when the top two advance to the final.
Sometimes short track speedskating reminds me of roller derby as I can't count how many times that I saw a racer crash into the boards.
Final thought: why does Salt Lake City terrain still look frosty under lukewarm temperatures? Altitude?
My hotel room smells like Aqua Velva. Fortunately, that's my favorite aftershave.
Ohno's standings at today's World Cup Short Track races gave me flashbacks of his past Olympic performances. Cases in point:
So I guess you could call today's performance normal for Ohno since historically, Korea and Canada usually dominate. That's why I found his 500M gold medal at Torino 2006 so miraculous--he managed to outskate both Canada and Korea in his all-time worst race!
Speaking of Torino 2006, I still remember watching the ladies short track races at odd hours because NBC's coverage favored events that USA stood a chance to medal in. As a result, I lowered my expectations during the ladies World Cup races today. Man did I get blown away--particularly by this 19-year-old newcomer, Katherine Reutter. She won a silver medal (and Allison Baver, the bronze) in a 1500M competition that traditionally featured no American finalists, much less American medalists.
To my delight, I got to congratulate Katherine Reutter in person. For some reason, she hung around the Oval while the rest of team USA slipped out. (I was futilely waiting around for Ohno to appease my co-workers' wishes that I meet him.) Fortunately, I had a disposable camera on hand--ever since that blurry photo with Julianne Hough, I smartened up. So only 26 exposures left before I can develop my proud photo with USA's newest short track prodigy. :) Side note: Usually when I take a picture with someone, I ask a total stranger to snap it. To my embarrassment, the total stranger turned out to be her mother.
This year, I voted by mail instead of waiting in long lines at the booths. Worked great except that by the time that Super Tuesday rolled around, I had changed my mind about who to elect. :) Oh well.
I visit the Utah Olympic Oval tomorrow. After finding a bargain flight to Salt Lake City, I resolved to watch Ohno and our Olympic speedskaters compete at the World Cup Short Track this weekend. It had always bothered me a little that I never got to attend a live short track relay. Now I can root for the United States on their home turf (even though Korea and Canada usually dominate the relay event), and I'll get to see the facility where our U.S. Olympic athletes train. Also, the flight will give me a chance to start on that final Harry Potter book.
Someone astutely observed that I live vicariously through Harry Potter and Ohno. Heck yeah, I say--look at their illustrious lives. It's not so much that I identify with Harry Potter, though--rather, I like rooting for him because people give him crap and I want him to step up. :)
SPOILER ALERT: Instead of hiding everything with a spoiler tag, I appended my review after the graphic below. Warning! Do not scroll down unless you're ok with moderate Harry Potter spoilers!
Read book: "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" (2006) by J.K. Rowling
The one year where Harry Potter's social life interested me more than his crusade against Voldemort. I've never felt more proud of Harry. Cases in point:
Other aspects of the Half-Blood Prince that I liked:
Snape: "lazily", "sardonically", "in a bored voice", "betraying
a hint of impatience", "his voice delicately inflected to suggest
his disbelief", "flatly", "faintest sneer", "smoothly inscrutable"
Dumbledore: "pleasantly", "gravely", "shrewdly", "politely", "brightly", "tendency
to trust people in spite of overwhelming evidence that they did not deserve
it", "delicately", "inexcusable trust in Snape" (or was it?)
Harry: "invisible hand had twisted Harry's intestines and held
them tight", "blithely", "had not expected his plan to backfire
like this", "flatly", "still felt angry at the reception his
confidences had received", "resentful admiration for Voldemort's
complete lack of fear", "his insides were suddenly dancing the conga"
Hermione: "ruefully", "scandalized", "waspishly", "indignant"
Luna: "knack for embarrassing honesty"
Zabini: "amused skepticism"
Ron: "inconsequentially"
Riddle: "baldly", "smiled mechanically", "shadow that
crossed Voldemort's face", "coldly surprised"
The other weak part of the book in my opinion: Slughorn and his boring club. But at least his arc ended in a way that satisfied me.
A couple of miscellaneous questions:
In conclusion, I'd summarize the Half-Blood Prince as a great payoff for all of those years in which I followed Harry Potter. Rating: 8
I miss Eastern Standard Time...it made me feel three hours smarter than the West Coast.
The World Trade Center construction site looked the same except that the memorial signs now appeared grouped together into one small corner. Also noticed a new Tribute WTC Visitor Center nearby.
During my visit to 30 Rockefeller Plaza, Writers Guild of America picketers handed out "UNFAIR IS UNFUNNY" flyers. I wonder if it means anything that Conan O'Brien shaved his "strike beard" just prior to the taping that I attended.
It paid to reserve my Late Night with Conan O'Brien ticket by phone. My ticket guaranteed a #10 spot in line. We shuffled into our seats less predictably though. I ended up in the sixth row four seats left of the aisle. You can try to make me out in Conan's camera shots of the audience--but I looked much clearer in the HDTV broadcast. Conan's wrinkles looked more pronounced too. :)
Other observations:
During the flight back, I finished "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" (year six). I'll review it in my next blog as I have a lot to say about it, and a lot of spoilers tags to apply. I'll just hint that I liked it and dropped my jaw a couple of times.
The cold winds in Manhattan keep paralyzing my face. Pretty embarrassing when I try to order something, and can barely enunciate the words. This must be how Botox feels.
While attending the Royal Rumble 2008 at Madison Square Garden, I recalled one of the drawbacks to live shows: a limited view. Even though I sat in the front row, I couldn't make out everything that happened. For example, a distraction led to miss how my pick to win the Royal Rumble Match got eliminated. When I looked around later, I noticed that he had mysteriously disappeared from the ring. Not that I'm complaining, though--my seat rocked.
Also enjoyed the surprise appearances, including an introduction by that guy whose name I can't remember--the guy who opens boxing matches with, "LLLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!"
Update 1/27/2008: I looked him up: Michael Buffer.
I didn't need the list of entrants after all. The TitanTron helpfully enumerated each entrant as they approached the ring.
The WWE also broke a couple of its formulas this time: a) first time that surprise entrant won (a recently injured one at that), and b) second consecutive win for entrant #30.
By the way, I managed to sell my commemorative chair for $54.
The New Yorker Hotel upgraded my room to a Presidential suite on the topmost floor. No bubble bath or mini-bar here, but the ambient heat and the two flatscreen HDTVs impressed me (one in the bedroom; one in the living room).
Manhattan looks the same. It occurred to me that in real-life, a "Bourne Ultimatum" car chase would have to slow down for all these honking vehicles, traffic lights, and bold pedestrians.
I fly to New York tomorrow morning. Hope I don't run into Cloverfield. :)
Personally, I believe in bucket lists. I measure life by the goals that I accomplished rather than by how many relationships or people that I'll leave behind. I also believe in realistically ambitious goals--not wishful ones like "kiss the most beautiful girl in the world", dead simple ones like "laugh until you cry", or ambiguous ones like "see something majestic". Needless to say, their bucket list gave me no ideas--but at least their venture encouraged me to try my goals while I still have my health.
Jack Nicholson cracked me up as usual. Spooky how our sentiments matched so closely: a) he envied those with faith; b) he feared a postmortem awareness in his own grave, and c) he didn't care about dying alone. Yeah, I never did fancy sappy goodbyes. :)
Side note: What a nerd, that Morgan Freeman character. :) Rating: 6
Ah well. Maybe they did the best that they could with that premise. After all, how could any disaster movie set in Manhattan compare to what happened there on September 11? Rating: 6
Maybe I didn't miss much from the Fort Worth PLAY! concert. YouTube footage from Chicago and Stockholm showed that historically, the orchestra only played "Theme of Laura" (not one of my favorites) rather than a whole "Silent Hill" suite. Two of the clips featured Akira Yamaoka rocking out on an electric guitar, so that might explain why symphony concerts tend to snub that piece. After all, how many symphony orchestras do you know keep an electric guitar handy?
Someone asked me whether I would consider attending the PLAY! concert again. I would only entertain the idea under one of the following conditions:
Even then, however, I'd feel wary about risking another trip.
This year's Oscar nominations broke ground for me in a couple of respects: a) for the first time ever, I already screened the five best picture nominees (before the Academy announced them), and b) for the first time ever, I actually liked all five best picture nominees. If I had to rank them from most favorite to least favorite:
Having reviewed and researched most of the movies with nominations, I already decided on my Oscar predictions for 2007 (just had to confirm their nominations first):
I hate that PLAY! concert so much. The evening had started out perfectly. My flight landed at the Fort Worth airport right on time. I enjoyed a juicy rib eye steak at Reata. I strolled to the Bass Performance Hall with a whole hour to spare. No overcrowding, long lines, or obnoxious people in sight. To my elation, the program clearly read, "Silent Hill". The audience sounded pumped up (as usual, they popped loud for "Super Mario Bros."). I finally got to appreciate an orchestral rendition of "Castlevania"--included one awesome highlight where they busted out a pipe organ and rocked out.
After intermission, I patiently waited through boring "World of Warcraft" music in anticipation for the suite that I literally looked forward to for months, "Silent Hill".
Before continuing, let me recount my state of mind at this point. I couldn't shake this bad feeling in my gut. A sense of foreboding, if you will. It had first crept over me when the PLAY! Web site boasted a premiere of "Guild Wars", but...I had dismissed the feeling as pessimism. Well, this foreboding returned during the concert when one of the camera angles showed a page of notes with something scratched out. Why would someone scratch out their orchestral notes, I worried. So after the audience applauded "World of Warcraft", my eyes fixated on the conductor's hand as he reached for the microphone. My breathing shallowed.
Bad news and good news, the conductor began. This can't be happening. Two hours ago, we made one change to the program. "Guild Wars" will now replace "Silent Hill". This...can...not...be...HAPPENING!!
Out of the 15 possible choices, why did they have to axe the only one that I cared about. Considering that it represented the topmost reason for my trip, one could say that the irony of this development...displeased me. So much so that I sat on my hands for the remainder of the concert, even during the standing ovations. Not that anyone noticed, I'm sure. :)
To add insult to injury, the conductor polled the audience about what to play for the encore. Most of the audience actually shouted, "Silent Hill". One guy shouted "Warcraft!" "I couldn't agree more," replied the conductor as he lead the orchestra through another nauseating rendition of "World of Warcraft". My rating of the second PLAY! concert: 2
Side note: Funny how much the crowd's attire varied: some wore casual, some wore formal, and some wore cosplay--costumes like Link, Luigi, and Pyramid Head. Ah, Pyramid Head. They just keep jobbing your video game.
Program recap:
Even though I graduated Cal Poly about nine years ago, I still wake up from bizarre nightmares sometimes. Lately, I dreamt that I couldn't graduate college any time soon because I neglected to attend my courses for the quarter. Man, just let me dream about zombies or other panicky situations. Spare me from these nightmares where I suffer from incompetence or disinhibition.
Tried falafel for the first time. Not bad.
I think I actually liked last night's Golden Globes press conference better than the traditional award show. Although some of the winners baffled me, I liked how the entire program concluded within one hour with nary any fluff. I probably wouldn't mind if the Academy Awards followed this format too. Last year's show dragged on so long that my HDD recorder cut off Scorsese winning the Oscar.
While driving on the road leading out of IBM, I spotted that pack of raccoons ducking into a storm drain. One of them stood guard outside. I stopped the car and had a staring contest with it. Then I drove away (the raccoon won).
I have a number of events coming up:
I feel psyched about this year's Royal Rumble because I finally get to attend a big Madison Square Garden event. Although I never made it a goal of mine, I've always harbored a curiosity about that famous arena. I even purchased two separate tickets to ensure a good seat. By my estimation, I'll end up in one of two spots:
Also hatched myself a plan to deduce the 30th entrant. For the past three years, it bothered me that the live Royal Rumble match never counted down the entrants (on TV, they show the entrant's number as he heads toward the ring)--leaving me perpetually curious about when the last entrant would come out. So this time, I'm going to alphabetize the entrants on a piece of paper--then write down their numbers as they come in. Smart, huh? :)
Update 1/15/2008: I guess last night's episode answered one of my questions: their actions appear to have altered the continuity toward "Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines". P.S. How embarrassing for Sarah Connor that she never heard of 9/11.
Amazing what still passes for art nowadays. During my visit to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (second floor), I wrote down some of the art pieces that made an impression on me:
Side note: A museum guard gave me a pencil to write with in place of my pen. What did she mean by that? "If you're going to vandalize a painting, please have the courtesy to use this pencil?"
Tried karaoke for the first time when my sister's family set up their home machine. Actually pretty fun once the self-consciousness wears off. I wanted to scream the chorus to "Smells Like Teen Spirit", but couldn't muster the nerve (what would the neighbors think?). Oddly, the machine scored me significantly higher for "All Apologies" than my soulful attempt at "You're the One That I Want". I guess morbid songs suit my voice better. :)
Trivial side note: As a kid, I used to voluntarily usher for the PCPA Theater--that's how I saw "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" for free. I don't remember how my ushering gig started though, as it must've looked out-of-place for a little kid to usher grown adults to their seats. Anyway, the movie omitted the main musical number from the play--the chorus went something like, "Sweeney Todd...the Demon Barber of Fleet Street."
President Zia: "Congressman, what they're saying is: ten million dollars from the U.S. to fight the Russian army is such a low figure that it can be mistaken for a joke."
Charlie: "I caught up to the sarcasm there, sir."
Charlie: "His sense of humor--it's a bit of a acquired taste."
Gust: "Don't f-- us up now."
Charlie: "Hunh, awesome pep talk."
Charlie: "Jesus Gust, you could depress a bride on her weddin' day."Rating: 6
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Music video | "Wake Up Call" Maroon 5 | "Gimme More" Britney Spears |
TV series | (tie) "House" and "Lost" | "24" |
Commercial | Bank of America commercial where bystanders gaze at their dreams in a reflective logo. | (tie) Kia Motors commercial where rainbows follow Rondo compact MPVs around while a multi-color choir sings "Let the Sunshine In" (spliced with equally annoying textual nonsense) and the Wendy's commercial where a guy with red pig tails convinces fellow tree kickers to get a hot juicy burger with him. |
Beverage | Mango lassi | Salted lassi |
By the way, I now rate "Sunshine" a 10 out of 10.
Water cooler recommendations (a.k.a. movies that I recommend for interesting conversation, not necessarily because I rated them highly):
Decided to play food critic for a day, and praise my top five favorite hometown restaurants:
I finally decided to rent some Oscar winning classics that I kept hearing a lot about but have never ever seen.
Raised my rating of "Enchanted" to a 9. When I re-watched it, Amy Adams enthralled me all over again. Not just because her character symbolized pure innocence, but because she played the role so convincingly. Other factors:
Final thought: if you're still wondering why relationship dramas plague "Dancing With the Stars", then watch the heart-wrenching waltz in "Enchanted". Even a stubborn cynic like me found it hopelessly romantic. :)
Finished tabulating the top 30 music videos for 2H 2007. Guess we found lip gloss neither popping nor cool.
So last night, I kind of snapped. During the crescendo of "August Rush", somebody kept obstructing the film projection with shadow puppets. The first time that it happened, I ignored it. The second time that it happened, I fidgeted in my seat restlessly. The third time that it happened, I turned around but saw nothing. The fourth time that it happened, I saw the culprit in the act and kind of lost it. I charged up the aisle steps...into a dead-end. After doubling-back, I dashed up the second tier. When I reached the back row where the projector light began, guess what I saw. Two stupid teenage girls.
If you think about it, I took a gamble rushing up there. If they had boyfriends with them, it could've escalated into a major confrontation. Then I reckon that I would've missed the ending of the movie. :)
Anyway, our dialogue unfolded as follows:
Me (visibly angry and hovering over shadow puppet girl): "What the hell are you doing?!"
Shadow puppet girl: "Nothing."
Me (still visibly angry and still hovering over shadow puppet girl): <silence>
Shadow puppet girl: "NOTH-ING."
After that exchange, I spent the rest of the movie sitting in the back row with them--fuming miserably and unable to enjoy the emotion of the final scene. Even when an elderly patron thanked me afterward for my "babysitting", I walked past her without a word.
In the spirit of the holiday season, I compiled a list of my top five favorite stops along US-101 (between San Jose and Santa Maria). My criteria for rest stops, you ask?
Yeah, I have a lot of time on my hands when I drive home. :)
Notice that I didn't mention the Salinas Northridge mall or the Paso Robles east 466 exit. That's because I hate waiting in traffic at those two stops.
Sheesh. While walking across the IBM patio, my eye caught a reflection in the mirrored window. A white blur rushing up behind me at top speed! I spun around to see a hostile white dog. It slowed down, barked at me, and began advancing. I lunged toward it and it sped off. Then it began running up behind me again. When I darted toward it, it finally took off for good. The dog kind of looked like Benji but dang, the sight of that speeding white blur scared the crap out of me. For a moment there, I thought that the raccoons finally declared war on the humans.
This detail-oriented sci-fi classic impressed me. Not just because Frank Herbert managed to invent an entire glossary of vocabulary, but because he loaded the book with so much profound wisdom. Specifically, his principles about self-discipline, leadership, perception, and combat exceeded anything that I could have imagined. My two favorite quotes from the book:
"The Freman were supreme in that quality the ancients called 'spannungsbogen'--which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing."
"'Give as few orders as possible,' his father had told him...once...long ago. 'Once you've given orders on a subject, you must always give orders on that subject.'"
The main character, Paul, harbored some intriguing abilities (minor spoiler alert):
I also liked the author's constant usage of foreshadowing. Even though the beginning really bored me, the biographical quotes alluded to pivotal plot points that I could look forward to. Examples: Duke Leto knowingly walking into a trap and Dr. Yueh's betrayal.
For me, the story finally picked up when Jessica suddenly woke up bound and gagged--I did a double-take on that part. It also pleased me that Jessica (one of my favorite characters) continued to help Paul as a prominent character instead of getting killed off.
Props to the creative idea of walking rhythmlessly to mask one's footsteps from the giant worms.
In conclusion, I can't picture how anyone can film a movie about this. I considered each characters' real-time thoughts the most fundamental strength of the book. Like "Shogun", "Dune" excelled at explaining people's attitudes with details about their culture and formalities. Rating: 7
Coincidentally, "Southland Tales" showed clips from a film noir movie that I had recorded earlier in the week: Mickey Spillane's "Kiss Me Deadly".
Kept working late nights this week during my race to finish a deadline. That's when the raccoons lurk about. I spotted that four-coon gang as I settled into my car. Wonder what they think about.
My lost camera bag arrived on Friday. It contained my camera and five rolls of undeveloped film. The Verizon Center could have really capitalized on my gratitude. If they had enclosed a survey along with my camera bag, I would've checkmarked "very satisfied" on every box. If they had enclosed an envelope for donations, I would've mailed them a big check. But I guess my verbal thanks to the lost & found employee will have to suffice. :)
I mentioned earlier that my enjoyment of the concert would hinge upon three songs: "Bring Me To Life", "Going Under", and "Hello". Evanescence's score: 2 for 3. To me, it felt like they played every song but "Hello". Along with songs from both "Fallen" and "The Open Door", I suspect that they touched upon an earlier album that I never listened to. Oh well. I doubt that I would've liked the sing-along version of "Hello" anyway (a sarcastic thank you to the crowd for ruining "My Immortal" with their accompanying vocals). Did I mention that I hate it when the audiences sing along with the performers?
All in all, a great concert. Whenever I remove my earplugs, that's quite a compliment. :) Personally, I think that Evanescence belongs in an opera house where alcohol is prohibited. Maybe I'll see them again when something like that happens. Rating: 8
P.S. I wonder if Destiny's Child knows about that interesting Sick Puppies rendition of "Say My Name".I try to make it a point to call someone whenever I leave a venue (unless I'm alone). That way, the police can backtrack my timeline if I turn up missing. Yeah, sometimes I remind myself of that guy Dwight in "The Office".
As a birthday present to myself, I finally purchased the box set: Royal Rumble, The Complete Anthology from FYE. My Suncoast Backstage Pass doubled the 10% discount for my birthday. Also, my parents gave me Twin Peaks - The Definitive Gold Box Edition. Das cool.
Is it neurotic to organize the cash in your wallet? After a lifetime of sorting mine by denomination, I began sorting them by crispiness too. That way, I spend all of my worn out bills first. I don't remember when or why this habit started--but now I have it down to a science. The folded, torn, and deprecated bills file into the very back of my wallet (in that order) so that I know to spend them first. The mint bills file into my wallet upside-down so that I know to spend them last. The perfect bills file into my emergency pack or mugger's wallet so that I never have to spend them. Hopefully, the mugger wouldn't wonder why my cash looks so clean. :)
Recently, I began a daily ritual where I drive home from work, verify that my camera hasn't arrived yet, and drive back to work.
Came home last night to find my possessions displaced onto the floor. Odd, I thought. Later I discovered that a 5.6 earthquake had rocked my apartment. Wonder why I didn't feel it.
I convened the final meeting of my corporate workgroup this morning. Despite its demands on my time for the past two years, it actually saddened me to close it. I guess I grew attached to the group, and appreciated all of their efforts. So what's next? Haven't really thought about it. Where do you go once you've fulfilled your career aspirations? Hopefully I'll think of something.
Meanwhile, I made sure to individually thank each member for what they contributed. After all, all of my favorite leaders had one commonality: they gave credit where credit was due, and they gave respect where respect was due. Conversely, take a guess at what my least favorite leaders did. :)
Boy, I sure lucked out. My camera bag appeared in the Verizon Center lost and found. They offered to ship the bag to my California address free of charge. Is that service or what? A huge weight lifted off my mind. I had actually missed the film rolls more than the camera. I snapped some really close pictures in that front row.
Now that I managed to enjoy a front row seat at Cyber Sunday , I think I've pretty much experienced every televised section of the arena. I stayed seated for much of the time too. It really bugs me when fans inconsiderately stand up all the time or hold signs in the front row.
My only minor complaint from the show: a match where the majority of fans voted for "Street Fight" as the stipulation. A Street Fight won over a Steel Cage Match?? Come on!
Still feel sick from losing my trusty camera. I lost about 124 pictures too--basically every picture that I snapped after the Hope Diamond. The curse, perhaps?
Fortunately, I look on the bright side in these situations. I consider myself a cynic but not a pessimist. :) All of my Washington, D.C. pictures prior to the Hope Diamond survived my mistake. In addition, I made it back to the hotel ok before the Metro stations closed. Man, imagine if the subways had stopped at midnight and stranded me in the middle of D.C.!
So despite the mishaps, I still view this vacation favorably. My favorite parts of it: the Pentagon Tour, the Bill of Rights, and the changing of the guard ceremony at Arlington Cemetery.
On a side note, I'm still walking gingerly with a slight limp. I can see why no one visits the Jefferson Memorial. Not worth the torture. :)
Noooooo! I forgot my camera bag at the Verizon Center!! After the Cyber Sunday event concluded, I left without strapping my camera bag back on. The arena had closed by the time I dashed back from the Metro station. I'm so disappointed with my negligence right now. Details to follow.
Sunny Sunday. The Marine Corps Marathon permeated everything today. At the finish line, crowds and speakers blared noise all the way into Arlington Cemetery. Even at the somber Kennedy gravesites and the Tomb of the Unknowns, we could hear the faint sound of party music. Then as the crowds swarmed into the Metro stations, our gigantic ascending escalator shuddered and stalled. Crazy.
Tonight: the WWE event, Cyber Sunday. Then I fly back to SFO tomorrow morning.
Rained hard this morning but cleared up by afternoon. My feet hurt.
Tourists packed that Lincoln Memorial. Don't expect much privacy to search for the gold in his head. :)
I'm embarrassed to admit that I mistook the National Mall for shopping outlets. It's just a really long park. I wonder where politicians shop then.Squirrels: nature's most pervasive creatures. :) I watched them hop across the White House lawn with impunity--even burying nuts outside of the Capitol Building.
Spent much of today walking in the rain, riding the underground Metro, and walking in the rain some more. What is up with all this rain.
The architecture in Washington, D.C. reminds me of why the Pledge of Allegiance refers to us as a Republic. Towering white pillars and marble steps galore. Marble sidewalk curbs even.
Can't believe that I missed my flight to Washington, D.C. after leaving San Jose 2 1/2 hours early. I failed to factor in the time it would take to drive to SFO at 5 MPH. :( Curse that morning gridlock! The thirty minute security line didn't help either. Fortunately, I narrowly made it onto the next flight despite all of the passengers and standbys ahead of me.
Drizzling here in Washington, D.C. I'm staying at the Hyatt Arlington--no skimping on the hotel this time.
Tomorrow: White House, Pentagon, and Supreme Court.
Thanks to YouTube, I finally compiled a new top ten list on my Web site: Steve's top ten favorite trailers.
P.S. I guess anyone can post whatever garbage that they want on that YouTube. :)
By the way, gotta love that stubborn decapitation of Josh Hartnett's howling friend. They probably invited "Fangoria" for the filming of it. :) Rating: 6
The White House and Pentagon both approved my tour request. I'll probably try to visit the Supreme Court on that day as well. Guess I should start thinking about what else to see that weekend.
While re-listening to that Evanescence CD "Fallen" , it occurred to me that my enjoyment of their concert will depend solely on whether they play my three favorite songs. Of course they'll play "Bring Me To Life" and "Going Under", but will they play "Hello"?
I happened to catch a couple of new "Smallville" episodes where Supergirl arrived. This type of drama tends to frustrate me because I feel like the characters communicate poorly and unrealistically . For instance, I felt that Clark should have briefed Supergirl better on their powers, their enemies, their allies (especially those that know his secret identity), the varieties of kryptonite, and any other important Smallville facts that she should know. Maybe he did that off-camera, but I wanted to see her reaction. You see--I'm like a lot of normal people in that I enjoy watching someone react to news, gossip, or anecdotes. In movies and TV, I refer to it as a "payoff". "Lost" tends to overlook this type of payoff as well--the characters needlessly withhold crucial information from each other. In my opinion, normal people would eagerly confide (and embellish) what they learned or witnessed.
Same goes for these Smallville characters lying and keeping secrets from each other ad nauseum--secrets that inevitably turn into mistrust and hurt feelings. Like a soap opera, man. It irritates me how they can't just tell the truth.
I wonder if Cronenberg ever influenced Ang Lee. I'm starting to detect a more static, visceral, and gratuitously gory style in the latter director. :) Rating: 6
Finally bought the Camera Cinemas' Discount Admit Card: ten movies for $50. Perfect for me because I don't like watching movies on Saturday night anyway (or Friday, for that matter). I've started watching movies on Wednesday nights instead. That'll probably change when "Lost" resumes though.
I hesitantly decided to attend an Evanescence concert next month in Santa Barbara (two days before Lord of the Dance and one day before my birthday). I say "hesitantly" because a rock concert makes me think of crazed crowds and deafening noise. Although I wouldn't call Evanescence heavy metal, Ticketmaster did categorize them as "alternative rock". So no thanks on the floor tickets. Also purposely bypassed their San Jose concert because the entire seating chart read, "general admission". That means suffering in a long line for a semi-decent seat (if you're lucky).
Hope they play more songs from "Fallen" than "The Open Door". :)
Funny how the Ticketmaster voice recognition machine introduced itself as "Kelly". Didn't stop me from spurning her though. Ordinarily, I have a lot of patience for these voice recognition machines. I disciplined myself to speak unemotionally to them. In the past, I let sarcasm or frustration creep into my voice--both of which only aggravated the miscommunication. The secret is to talk monotone; like a robot. And if bystanders ridicule you, tune them out--or better yet, call from a private room. :)
So back to my story: spurning Kelly. She put me in "S-E-C-I". After much confusion, I reasoned that she meant "section I". Well, that seating put me way to the side (possibly behind a pillar). She wouldn't let me choose another one so I just waited on the line for a human to come on. Click. Dial tone.
Last night, I braked as four creatures dashed across my headlights. In an instant, I realized that I had spared the lives of the foul IBM coon gang. To think that I could have sped up and flattened the lot of them.
"You know as well as I do decisions made in real-time are never perfect. Don't second-guess an operation from an armchair." -Noah Vosen |
I love that line from "The Bourne Ultimatum". Too corny for real-life, but man so apropos.
I added another track to my work playlist: "Bim Bam Smash" (from the exciting climax of "The Bourne Supremacy"). Occasionally, I re-evaluate whether I like "The Bourne Supremacy" or "The Bourne Ultimatum" better. They both have their own unique merits. Sometimes I imagine a perfectly spliced Bourne movie where he tracks Pam in Berlin, saves Nicky in Tangier, and then car jousts with Kirill in Moscow. Never mind the plot holes. :)
Still no soundtrack for "Sunshine". I resorted to just replaying my favorite score on YouTube. Although the same score plays during the payload separation and Kaneda's sacrifice, the latter scene's sound effects distract me too much. I prefer listening to the soothing sounds of Capa wailing and banging his head on his helmet. :)
I'm impressed by the quality of movies this year. So far, I've already rated three movies a 9 and five movies an 8.
Jamba Juice changed their menu. One time I went on a Jamba Juice run, and my co-worker requested a femme boost in her drink. I frowned because that meant embarrassing myself at the cashier station, i.e., "I'd like a femme boost in that order, please." They might mistake the drink as mine. So I deviously read the order from a piece of paper. To my chagrin, the cashier repeated the order aloud--pausing on the femme boost. "We don't call it a femme boost anymore. Now it's called a calcium boost," she explained. I guess that implies that women need more calcium than men. I didn't know that.
I partially related to their video game addiction because I know what it feels like to try for that perfect score (check out my endeavors below). I never attempted any world records though. Amazingly, the nerds in this movie could play the classic arcade games so well that some of them actually reached the kill screen. For example, I never knew that "Donkey Kong" ended on the 117th level--probably because I never made it past the elevator stage. :) Also, gotta respect that Billy Mitchell for accomplishing a perfect Pac-Man game (eating all dots in all 255 levels).
Favorite scenes from the movie:
My greatest classic Nintendo achievement: Retiring undefeated in "Mike Tyson's Punch Out!" with a perfect KO record. That means that I won all of my bouts by knockout--even in the dream match against that ear-biting punk, Mike Tyson. In the first round, Tyson can knock you out with one punch so you can't make a single mistake. Typically, the average player loses to Tyson and must keep inputting a cheat code to face him again--but even then, can only win by decision. Since a cheat code ends the game with a 1-2 record, my screenshot proves that I knocked out Tyson after a very long road of consecutive wins. I also have videotaped evidence like the guys in "The King of Kong". :)
You're probably thinking, how did a little kid know how to work a VCR? Umm...thing is, I was attending college when I accomplished this. In my defense, I only started again while housesitting during summer school. One of the TVs had an old Nintendo set connected to it. So it's not like I obsessed about this my whole life or anything. Granted, I shuttled a VCR from home to videotape my victory bout--but wouldn't anybody? :)
My greatest PlayStation achievement: Earning the green aerosol spray can in "Silent Hill 2" via a perfect ten star rating. The gamemakers made this goal so difficult that I had to strategize my whole gameplay. For instance, I wrote notes to myself and tallied my score on scratch paper. Look at the insane criteria for a perfect rating:
Honorable mention: Check out this screenshot from "Resident Evil". After many botched attempts, I managed to put down three zombies with a single shotgun blast. Awesome, huh? :) I also concluded that four zombies cannot be done due to a limitation in the programming.
After watching "The Bourne Ultimatum" for a third time, I decided to raise my rating to a 9. I never tire of that Tangier chase. If you watch that action sequence closely, you can see razor-sharp minds at work. First, notice how Bourne's photographic memory really came in handy: he deduced which alleyway that Nicky ducked into based on where Desh parked his motorbike; then whipped laundry around his hands as an early foresight to the broken glass that he'd encounter on a future ledge. Second, during that period where Desh lost track of Nicky, notice how he instantly looked up as soon as she slammed the door. That's why the chase paused--both Desh and Bourne had to wait for Nicky's next move in order to improvise the next leg of the race. Pure genius, man--I'd easily hail it as the best action sequence since "The Matrix Reloaded".
I recently found that the soundtrack for that sequence, "Tangiers", helps me work more productively. Call it an adrenaline shot, if you will. :) Side note: I also feel productive listening to T.I. Maybe I like that shot of cockiness. :)
Funny story: one day I noticed a black flake on my sideburn; followed the next day by another black flake on my other sideburn. It looked like burnt skin and made me worry about leprosy or some kind of necrosis. Turned out that vinyl had peeled off my headphones onto my sweaty skin. Interesting how only one co-worker dared to point out that a black flake had affixed itself to my head. It made me wonder how many other employees had quietly noticed this embarrassing curiosity.
I liked how the chronology filled puzzle pieces in a "Lost" type fashion. For example, at one point I noticed a permanent marker doodle on Ming's monitor. What happened, did Ming get bored? I speculated. Later, a flashback clarified it and I thought, Ahhh. Also interesting to see Yan's sessions with Dr. Lee and his struggles to infiltrate Sam's gang. My favorite scene: when Yan spied on Sam through the library books and encountered Dr. Lee's eyes.
Finally, I'd almost liken the mole hunt premise to "Memento" because even the main character behaved suspiciously. Pretty weird how the movie contrasted this paranoia arc with Yan's "romantic comedy" hijinks. Rating: 7
Finally decided to catch up on the entire Bourne trilogy this week. "The Bourne Identity" never really interested me because I already saw a mini-series by the same name--but I patiently sat through the Matt Damon version so that I could get to "The Bourne Supremacy". Definitely worth the wait because "The Bourne Supremacy" and "The Bourne Ultimatum" blew me away. Ultimately, I liked "The Bourne Supremacy" the best (but am probably in the minority).
Having seen these movies back to back, I noticed certain commonalities between them:
Regarding Bourne's new allies: I had mixed feelings about them because in "The Bourne Supremacy", I enjoyed how he managed to outwit the CIA on his own merits. Side note: even though I also liked the car chase in "The Bourne Supremacy" better, how funny to see that reversal where the police cruiser was the one getting chased.
Somehow the filmmakers read my mind because during the first two movies, I imagined a payoff where Bourne eventually befriended the Julia Stiles character instead of scaring her all the time. Personally, I think that those two would make a cuter couple than the girl whom Bourne kept brooding about. :) Seemed like the filmmakers purposely introduced subtle winks to the previous movies--Julia Stiles' new hairdo and Bourne's final line of dialogue sure gave me déjà vu..
All in all, count me in among the many audiences and critics that raved about this movie. Rating: 9
I miss my weekly routine of watching "Sunshine" with a hot cup of tea. I doubt that I'd get the same enjoyment from a DVD--the big screen and the surround sound really enhanced those space scenes. I look forward to when the soundtrack comes out so that I can drift to its awe-inspiring tones. The music from "Sunshine" fuels my imagination. :)
Oddly enough, I felt less dread for death because of how this film romanticized it. Cool how the characters cared so deeply about their mission that they sacrificed their bodies and lives for it. Indeed--what better way to check out than in a blaze of glory for the survival of humanity? :)
A couple of people asked why "Sunshine" missed my top 10 movies of 2002-2007--given that I watched the movie six times. My answer: timing. I had already posted half of my countdown before I raised my rating of "Sunshine" to a 9.
Recently, our site operations notified us to keep our waste baskets inside of our offices. The notice read: "These waste baskets, that have found a home in the hallways on a 24/7 basis, pose as a safety hazard to all IBM employees, including those that are sight-impaired." What safety hazard? Death or injury by waste basket? If a waste basket jeopardizes your safety, then you should probably stay home. :)
To my embarrassment, an office neighbor caught me washing my doorknob. He practically announced it to the whole hallway wing despite my excuse that a sick colleague had touched it. Hey man, those communicable diseases are no laughing matter. :)
Latest updates on my planned trips:
After a month of counting down to the fifth anniversary of my blog, we've finally reached my #1 pick for best and worst experience! Based on some interesting guesses that I heard, I suspect that some people thought that I'd just pick the events that made me the most happy and sad. Although these transitory feelings factored in, my criteria actually extended into a deeper internal truth: a) what event ultimately made me a worse person; b) what event ultimately made me a better person.
Drum roll...
You're probably wondering: of all the negative experiences that happened to me over the last five years, why on earth would a non-traumatic fender bender top them all? After all, it made me a safer driver (no traffic accidents or tickets since), my auto insurance eventually returned to normal, it dented a car that I no longer own, and to my recollection I never stewed in the shower over it. So bygones be bygones, right? Wrong. Believe it or not, that fender bender irrevocably damaged my faith in human nature. It taught me that seemingly decent citizens can backstab you. It showed me that by accepting responsibility for my actions, I merely invited vultures to take advantage of me.
First of all, let me put this fender bender in context. I wasn't talking on a cell phone or doing anything to distract myself. I even looked both ways when I began the right turn. The accident occurred because I realized too late that the car in front of me had decided to loiter in the right-turn lane--with nothing but open road ahead of her. But I owned up to my mistake. I kept it civil and didn't blame her for anything. She even accepted my apology. So later on's when the molehill became a mountain: she decided to file a whiplash claim against me on the last eligible day. It stripped me of my "California Good Driver" status for the next three years (even though I never hospitalized anyone, the accident still counted as an "injury"), and skyrocketed my auto insurance beyond belief.
What kind of slime would lie about whiplash? "Maybe she really had whiplash," suggested the devil's advocates. Right. I hit her car at 5 MPH; she showed no trace of pain when I talked to her; then suddenly developed whiplash weeks later on the last eligible day. Well, I tell you what. You know those drivers that flee the scene of an accident? I don't blame them so much now--I understand why they do it. Because it's not like our litigious society would reward them for owning up; our society's more likely to punish and stigmatize them.
Sooo...to recap why this bad experience topped all the rest:
Crap like this that makes me guarded and cynical. On that note, let me move on to the best of 2002-2007. :)
Before you protest, "Hey Steven, what gives! Your #1 best event happened to somebody else," let me explain the context behind this controversial pick.
I don't inspire easily. I've felt cynical for most of my life. I rarely idolize celebrities or politicians. I don't root for any sports teams. Heck, I've rarely even felt happy for more than a day. Ohno's gold medal victory changed that. Not only did the excitement make me uncharacteristically hop up and down on my bed, I think I smiled for three days straight afterward. :)
In general, I consider Apolo Anton Ohno a role model--not just because of our similar backgrounds, but because I admire his work ethic, attitude, and unprecedented popularity with the ladies. :) I also felt like he got a lot of bum deals when I first started following his career in the 2002 Olympic Winter Games. First, critics accused him of helping out best friend Shani Davis in the qualifiers (basically accusing him of being a good friend). Second, he narrowly missed a gold medal in the 1000M because someone tripped him. Third, Koreans tainted his 1500M win-by-disqualification by disputing the referee's call and even threatening Ohno afterward (almost like an entire country hated him). Fourth, he got disqualified in the 500M. Finally, a teammate slipped in the relay race before Ohno could finish it out. So the 2002 Olympic Winter Games left me dissatisfied because I never got to see Ohno cross the finish line first.
Then in the 2006 Olympic Winter Games, Ohno's odds for victory looked even more bleak. He slipped into last place in a 1500M qualifier. The Korean skaters easily outraced him in the 1000M. And he narrowly qualified for the 500M final--his worst race--whereas his Korean rival breezed through the qualifying rounds. I pretty much eliminated Ohno from gold medal contention by that point. :)
Imagine my surprise when after two nerve-wracking false starts, Ohno burst from the starting line into the lead position. Never saw that before, I thought. A couple of laps later, still in the lead with no skater able to pass him (not even his Korean rival). Never saw that before either, I thought. Actually, correction--I think by that point I was cheering and hopping on the bed.
Then when he crossed the finish line first, his stone-cold game face turned into unbridled elation--much like mine. For lack of a better term, I'd call that victory "miraculous". He managed to accomplish something that I likely never will: a monumental victory against impossible odds. The kind of victory you only see in contrived Hollywood movies.
So getting back to my original point: I'm pretty cynical and don't inspire easily. But that weekend, I'd go so far as to say that Ohno's gold medal victory made me believe in dreams again. :)
The blog entries for my top picks grew long enough to where I decided to announce my #1 movies now and then my #1 events on Wednesday.
So without further ado...
One of my earlier blogs leaked a big clue about my least favorite movie of 2002-2007. The blog entry said that if I could erase any memory from my brain, that I wouldn't mind picking the paper cut scene in "Jackass". Well, that's because the movie actually gave me a new phobia about paper cuts--or more accurately, a new neurosis. Nowadays I cringe at the thought of paper cuts. When I'm driving and my mind wanders to that scene, I squirm in my seat.
So never mind the fact that I found "Jackass: The Movie" completely tasteless and devoid of any redeeming value. I additionally cannot forgive the Jackass cast for subjecting me to such a horribly traumatic scene.
Probably no surprise at all to most people that "United 93" topped my countdown. In fact, I would go so far as to call "United 93" the most profound and thrilling disaster movie of all time.
"United 93" starred no big actors. It dumbed nothing down. It developed no characters (no one in the plane addressed each other by name). It contrived no gunfights, car chases, kung fu duels, or catch phrases. It used no Hollywood formulas that I could recognize. It didn't sensationalize one side over the other--for example, I saw no attempt to hide any of America's inept countermeasures. In summary, the whole movie felt genuinely real.
Although one could argue that the plot of "United 93" wrote itself, I give Paul Greengrass all the credit in the world for risking his reputation on such a sensitive subject matter. After all, critics and audiences could have easily condemned him for misrepresenting or disrespecting 9/11. I particularly liked the documentary aspect of "United 93", which chronicled the "behind-the-scenes" timelines of 9/11. In addition to the United 93 passengers, the movie dramatized other unique situations such as air traffic controllers racing to problem-solve their rogue planes (not yet connecting the missing ones to the hole in the World Trade Center), FAA agents scrambling around a whiteboard trying to identify suspicious flights, and the Air Force deadlocking over the protocol for shooting down civilian airliners. Side note: I once saw an interesting documentary where 9/11 air traffic controllers recounted how challenging it was to adjust flight paths without knowing any of the hijacked planes' altitudes.
Finally, forgive me for the bizarre analogy that I'm about to make...since I'm about to compare "United 93" to WrestleMania. Sometimes when a film climaxes into a memorable battle or duel, I call it a WrestleMania film. Examples include "Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith" (Anakin vs. Obi-Wan and Yoda vs. the Emperor), "Dark City", and "Freddy vs. Jason". Well, what better example of a "rock vs. hard place" showdown than the feral, no-holds-barred, gravity-shifting fight to the death that climaxed "United 93"? Even more sobering: the thought that these total strangers fought tooth-and-nail to stop this plane from crashing into our nation's capitol.
In retrospect, I don't even remember breathing during that intensely emotional scene. So if you're vacillating on whether to watch this film, let me reassure you that it is worth your time.
Revisit this site on Wednesday, August 29 at 2:38pm PST when I announce my #1 best and #1 worst experience from five years of blog entries!
The other night when I exited IBM down the outdoors exit ramp, a nasty canine-sounding growl stopped me at the security door. My mind raced: What animal could snarl that ferociously? A dog? A wolf? A bear? I adjusted my eyes toward a medium brown animal, standing upright and glaring at me from just outside of the door. Holy cow, I realized. That ghastly noise came from a raccoon.
If raccoons make you think of cute little Meeko in "Pocahontas", think again--think more along the lines of "rabid rottweiler".
As I froze there weighing my options, the bushes rattled and three more coons came out. Outnumbered. Once I realized that they could pass through bushes, I methodically retreated up the ramp. Sure enough, they came crawling out near the spot that I had vacated.
So that fiendish coon pack blocked the path to my car. I had to circle all the way around from another parking lot exit.
What do coons feed on, squirrels? I wonder whether IBM's rodent abatement project threw off their ecosystem. Coons, man.
I called this the worst Japanese movie ever, and felt sorely tempted to call it "the worst movie ever".
The movie basically compared humans to pigs (one scene even showed a human-pig hybrid--WTF??). It contained disturbingly graphic scenes of child abuse and perversion, and tasteless scenes involving vomit and Jack Benny-like humor.
I actually sat there speculating whether the Virgina Tech gunman wrote this screenplay. Sorry for that blunt hyperbole, but I can think of no better way to characterize my utter disgust over this film.
The scariest movie that I have ever seen. Note that I'm referring to the original rated R Japanese-subtitled version--not the PG-13 Sarah Michelle Gellar remake. Just look at the trailer and you'll notice the difference immediately. :)
Traditional horror movies tend to give audiences a reprieve--periods of time where you can feel secure knowing that nothing will happen to the characters (yet). For example, in "The Blair Witch Project" I felt safe during the daytime shots since the menace only terrorized them at night. Well, "Ju-On" changed this "safety period" paradigm in that the wide-eyed ghosts actually stalked their victims outside of the haunted area--even into public places and broad daylight. It made me somewhat paranoid afterward. Whenever I worked late at IBM, or looked at my face in the mirror, I could picture those unnerving stares.
I remember one time my heart stopped at a "Software, Etc." store because I heard a strange thumping noise on the floor--followed by a kid crawling backwards around the corner. If you're wondering why that experience would alarm me, see this movie. :)
Four scenes in "Ju-On" scared me the most. Two of them I found rather creative. One particular scene terrified me so much that I remember feeling sick to my stomach (the scene where a bloody, significantly distraught Kayako crawled down the stairs toward Rika). But to tell you the truth, even harmless scenes like the creaking chandler unsettled me.
To my surprise, a couple of colleagues who saw this exact same movie told me that it bored them. So maybe something in my genetic code just unconsciously reacts to Japanese horror. :)
Because my second worst experience of 2002-2007 spookily paralleled "The Bridge on the River Kwai", I'll use that same metaphor to analogize what frustrated me. In summary, I led a team to build a bridge. I never led a team to build a bridge before, but accepted the risk because I felt so strongly that we needed to close an enormous gap. My leadership style relied on persuasion, mutual respect, and authoritative decision-making.
After much sweat and tears, the bridge grew into an engineering success. A lot of traffic passed over it; people from all over complimented it (even to this day), and the design inspired other teams to attempt identical bridges.
Well, the proudest accomplishment of my career turned into the biggest disappointment of my career. An unexpected change in political climate made bridges out-of-style. The powers-that-be decided that we needed more malls than bridges. Needless to say, I felt pretty bitter about the whole ordeal.
It's not like I wanted to quit or anything. These things happen--plus my ego can take solace in the fact that people still use and admire this bridge. But I definitely lost my sense of humor about office politics. You see, office politics used to amuse me--much like a good "Dilbert" strip or "Office" episode. But now I regard the subject rather warily.
Prior to June 27, 2003, I needed glasses just to read my computer monitor. The coated lenses that I wore since high school began peeling to the point where flaky webs obscured my vision. Colleagues finally persuaded me to buy a new pair, and I splurged on $300+ rimless glasses--which I misplaced soon after. The frustrating loss of such expensive glasses finally drove me to ask my optometrist for laser eye surgery.
The LASIK surgery changed my life. Now I can see when people wave at me; I can watch movies in a theater; and I can drive at night. Even have a video of the surgery as a memento. :)
Ironically, one of the best trailers that I've ever seen heralded one of the worst movies that I've ever seen. After the awesome trailer, my friend and I couldn't wait to see this movie.
So the movie started with credits superimposed over scenes from the video game. Cool, we thought. A brief homage to the video game. Ehhh...no. Imagine our chagrin when the director spliced in those video game scenes throughout the live action as well. Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. Also, imagine our chagrin when characters died in the same revolving fashion as in the video game (minus the words "GAME OVER"). Not to mention that the "hot rave" on this remote island was hosted by Sega. Basically, the movie seemed more like an infomercial for the video game--but even as an infomercial for the video game, I'd still call this crap a complete disgrace.
By the way, Uwe Boll directed it. His movies likely would've monopolized my countdown had I not resolved to avoid anything that he directed after "Alone in the Dark". :)
Another hilarious "American Dream" type comedy. I tend to like these "American Dream" stories because I firmly believe that starting and the bottom and working your way up builds character. For example, I remember finding that series "The Practice" more absorbing when the lawyers struggled to pay the bills. Similarly, I felt that economic troubles made Peter Parker and Mary Jane more interesting in "Spider-Man 2".
In "Shaolin Soccer", a broke martial artist aspires to make money by teaching practical applications for Matrix-like kung fu. No one takes him seriously, of course, until a washed-up coach discovers what the artist can do with a soccer ball. This leads them to form a soccer team where each player sports a signature kung fu move.
I can't remember the last time that I laughed so hard during a movie. The gags just kept on coming. For example, in one wacky scene the soccer ball spun so hard that all of the opposing players flew into the net with it.
I also felt that "Shaolin Soccer" mastered a concept that for lack of a better term, I refer to as an "escalation of violence" (albeit cartoonish violence). In pro-wrestling, you save the best stunt for last so as not to raise the audience's expectations too early. For example, a wrestler would smack someone with a traffic sign and then gradually build up to a flaming table as the grand finale. The kung fu in "Shaolin Soccer" escalated in a similar way. The surprises started modestly, incremented just enough to keep me impressed, and finally finished climactically.
I broke a personal record on Friday: I watched "Sunshine" in a theater for the fifth time. It's almost like I get a rush from it--like one of those sunlight addicts in the movie. :) I guess the word that I'm searching for is "passion". That's the feeling I get when these characters vent their convictions, sacrifice their bodies, and "scream at the sky" in the name of humanity. One scene that I find curiously inspirational: the part where Capa bangs his head against his helmet, trying to will himself to stand. The music and directing definitely contributed to the emotion. A shame, really. If Danny Boyle had just changed two flaws in this movie, I probably would've rated it a 10 by now. :)
"Wicker Park" held my previous record for repeat viewings. I saw "Wicker Park" in a theater three times. Funny how that movie also starred Rose Byrne. Coincidence?
Update 8/24/2007: Make that six times. Starting to turn into a weekly ritual where instead of seeing a new movie, I enjoy "Sunshine" again with a hot cup of tea. I tired of certain parts but really like re-watching the following scenes:
Interestingly, the humans had some modern conveniences to fight the invasion with, e.g., prescription drugs, Mountain Dew, cell phones, and the Internet. For example, Nicole Kidmans' Google searches yielded a lot of helpful hits. She should have checked Wikipedia too. :) Funny how despite all of the resources at her disposal, she still knocked on people's car windows screaming for help--I guess every Body Snatchers movie needs this obligatory traffic scene. :)
The pod peoples' behaviors actually struck me as inconsistent (how's that for an oxymoron). When humans outnumbered them, it made sense to me that they feigned normalcy, spiked drinks, and staged a quarantine. When they outnumbered humans, it made sense to me that they sprinted and vomited at them a la "28 Days Later". But it made no sense to me when on three separate occasions, they politely reasoned with Nicole Kidman to join them instead of just swarming over her.
Also, I hate that confusing direction technique where the clips keep toggling between a present and future scene. I remember "Homicide: Life on the Street" used to do that. Rating: 6Possibly the most nauseating movie ever--the only movie that I ever considered walking out of. I regretted scoffing at the cashier's warning sign about the graphic violence. In retrospect, the sign should have instead forewarned us about the depraved, ten-minute sexual assault because I probably would have heeded a warning like that. Audience members walked out of this movie in droves. Hard to believe that it only ranked #4 on my list...it means that I actually found three movies worse than this one! But I'll give the director credit for making his point about violence (similar to Cronenberg's point in "A History of Violence"). He intentionally wanted to sicken the audience and make us feel helpless--and he succeeded. How horrific to show a bystander ignoring Monica Bellucci's cries for help. I'd like to think that this movie at least made me a better samaritan.
My favorite Pixar movie of all time (and arguably, the most poignant). Through the magic of director Brad Bird, this film moved me in a few different ways:
The human prejudice in the film runs pretty deep--especially when the rats congregated together. :) Although I laughed about it (I could picture my colleagues and I reacting the same way to the sight of rats), I also appreciated the deeper meaning behind Remy's crusade. He wanted to prove that "anyone can cook"--even if it meant challenging society's deep-seated beliefs.
Oh yeah, and the rats harbored strong convictions against us humans as well. Guess they took our mousetraps and rat poisons personally. :) So talk about divided loyalties for Remy.
I seriously believe that airlines make gas stations look like amateurs. My advice to you: if you ever book a flight, always buy the cancellation waiver. Otherwise, you stand to lose $50 plus fees for every flight that you cancel!
So after cancelling a flight to Minnesota in 2006, I took a big loss from applying the credits toward another flight. To recap:
Of course, the highway robbery didn't end there. On the week of August 8, 2006, I stood to lose hundreds of dollars instead of just $30 because applying the Minnesota airline credits exempted me from a cancellation waiver. Hulk Hogan had hurt his knee, and that jeopardized the SummerSlam trip. Thankfully, he made the commitment and everything ended semi-happily. But the stress over this situation tormented me for many days.
If I had to pinpoint where my career gained momentum at IBM, I'd pick the end of 2002 when I unexpectedly received my first outstanding appraisal. That kicked off a period where I received my best raises and awards, including a promotion to staff.
One of the worst video game adaptations ever--an unintelligible disgrace to H.P. Lovecraft and to one of my favorite video games growing up. Interestingly, at the time I didn't even know that Uwe Boll directed it. When I found out, I resolved never to watch a Uwe Boll film again. This guy turns gold into lead. No, wait--this guy turns gold into manure.
In my view, Hayao Miyazaki's "Spirited Away" represents the best of Japanese animation. Granted, a lot of animated movies showcase rich, amazing art--but when it comes to fine detail, Miyazaki breaks from the pack. For instance, I had to rewind the movie a lot to admire all of the amusing hijinks, such as the mouse enjoying a snack and the No Face eating a slice of cake.
The most important detail surfaced in Sen's expressions. I could tell whenever she felt fascinated, depressed, or bewildered. I could tell that she felt frightened and homesick in this strange land. So I felt happy for her whenever she befriended a new ally or rose in status. I genuinely wanted her to succeed and reunite with her parents. Dorothy and Alice, on the other hand, struck me as stiffs. :) In "The Wizard of Oz" and "Alice in Wonderland", I never felt like they convincingly reacted to the perils and curiosities around them.
Another important detail appeared in the dramatic timing. Hollywood movies tend to overlook this by jumping from scene to scene without giving the audience enough time to absorb the experience. "Spirited Away", for example, featured a great unspoken scene between Sen and a bipedal elephant creature. These two vastly different characters just waited in an elevator, staring at each other sideways. I grinned to myself and thought, "how true".
10. My friends and I in "South Park" clothes at the Rockefeller Center in Manhattan, 1/20/2004
9. A particularly beautiful day for our road trip as we ventured through Wyoming toward the Rocky Mountains, 4/6/2006
8. The Badlands in South Dakota; like hades without the fire, 4/4/2006
7. Me and Bruce Campbell at his book signing & movie screening in Campbell; I don't understand his pose, 6/13/2005
6. My favorite group photo; we look like the original Blue Man Group, 3/31/2003
5. Hulk Hogan, the ultimate sports entertainer, pumping up the crowd at Raw Backlash 2005, 5/1/2005
4. Managed to photograph Apolo Anton Ohno during his trademarked yawn, 2/25/2007
3. Finale of the Tables, Ladders and Chairs Match at Raw Unforgiven 2006; I consider this my best WWE action photograph, 9/17/2006
2. Despite the blurriness, I can brag that I met Julianne Hogue before she and Ohno skyrocketed into Dancing With the Stars stardom, 2/22/2007
1. Behold one of the rare celebrity photos that I actually like. We don't look blurry or grainy ("Phantasm" directory Don Coscarelli took the picture for us), and I actually look happy. Even Angus Scrimm (the sinister Tall Man in the "Phantasm" movies) smiled. Wonder if the Tall Man could use a protégé. :) 8/3/2002
I remember finding this movie so awful that I wrote the stupidities in it before it even finished. Rather than re-list them, just refer to my original review.
The coolest action movie of all time until I see something better. A visually mind-blowing masterpiece that epitomizes what I mean by "matrix fu". Some people might tire of watching Neo mindlessly combat the swarm of Mr. Smiths, but not me. :) Nor do I ever tire of that thrilling highway chase.
Too bad that the Matrix trilogy didn't end here. :)
P.S. After seeing "Sunshine" again, I raised my rating to a 9 (and appended three other observations to my original review).
This nasty feud single-handedly disillusioned me to eBay. Even though we mutually withdrew our negative feedbacks, my usage of eBay dramatically tapered down to zero as a result. Furthermore, I'm sure it will stay that way until eBay enforces a policy against retaliatory negative feedback. As it stands now, if you leave negative feedback about someone who cheated you, then they can turn around and vandalize your feedback record with impunity. In my case, it ruined my 100+ perfect feedback rating.
My anger over this deadbeat bidder basically resembled "road rage". Hard to stay diplomatic when the person who cheated you keeps lying to you and slandering you. The escalating feud actually dragged on for several days, which you can read about in my blog. In retrospect, I did personalize the feud and deliberately bypassed chances to take the higher road. But you know what--if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing. :) So I pretty much learned nothing from this experience except that those who use eBay use it at their own risk.
On September 21, 2003, I bought my first new car: a Toyota Corolla 2004 (silver 4-door LE sedan). At the time, the purchase only ranked third in my "best of 2003" list. Since then, roughly four years and 90,000 miles have passed. Unlike my previous used Corolla, this one has never seen an accident, traffic ticket, or car trouble. The main malfunctions thus far:
So #3 in my best of 2002-2007 list: my ownership of a predominantly problem-free car.
Not sure why anyone would like this irritating, brain-cell killing movie. Not only did I find it distastefully obscene, it literally hurt my head. Just skip to its sequel, "The Devil's Rejects".
When I think of heartache, I think "Wicker Park". In my humble opinion, no other movie captures that gut-wrenching feeling better. Personally, I don't see love as a fairy tale where Mr. Perfect marries Miss Perfect and they live happily ever after. I see love more like a "progression of misfires" wherein feelings mismatch and people miscommunicate. Not to say that we all can't find that right someone. I'm just saying that it comes with a price: work, sacrifice, torment, and risk. :) And in the case of this movie, collateral damage.
Anyway, I remember walking into "Wicker Park" expecting a real downer. The trailer suggested to me that some psycho probably murdered Josh Hartnett's girlfriend and took her place. So imagine my surprise when one scene showed Diane Kruger, his long-lost love, alive and well. Pretty much none of my predictions came true during this movie.
The mystery in "Wicker Park" gradually unfolds through flashbacks, with each flashback filling in a new piece to the puzzle. First, the plot introduces us to Josh Hartnett's character, an up-and-coming ad executive in Chicago. His life looks destined for greatness: a promising career and a nice fiancé. But then out of nowhere, he overhears the voice of a long-lost love (Diane Kruger) and jeopardizes everything to look for her. Enter Rose Byrne, a woman by the same name ("Lisa") whom Josh Hartnett initially mistakes for Diane Kruger. Rose Byrne seems normal enough until you see her first flashback. After that first flashback, I remember thinking: what the heck is going on.
By the way, I felt that Rose Byrne played this role perfectly. Her expressions: priceless. As a result, it made her one of my favorite actresses. Although she and Diane Kruger co-starred in "Troy", I only remembered them subconsciously. Side note: You have to appreciate the irony of that coincidence--in "Troy", Rose Byrne ended up with Brad Pitt and Diane Kruger ended up with a cowardly Orlando Bloom.
Anyway, I've heard "Wicker Park" called a suspense thriller. I reason that the suspense comes from Josh Hartnett throwing his life away for such a longshot obsession--basically a girl whom he might never find who might not even deserve his affection. I kept thinking, Dang it fool, she better be worth it. I've also heard "Wicker Park" described as Hitchockian, and that's probably in reference to "Vertigo".
So I would've ranked "Wicker Park" higher on my list, except that it remade a 1996 French movie titled "L'Appartement" pretty closely. Normally I frown at remakes--but fortunately I hated that original French version. I felt that "Wicker Park" showcased much better acting, plot choices, and music. I even own both "Wicker Park" soundtracks and still listen to certain tracks occasionally.
"Wicker Park" also inspired me to visit the real-life park in Chicago. I didn't see the spot where Matthew waited for Lisa though. :)
10. ECW One Night Stand 2006
9. WWE Royal Rumble 2007
8. ECW December to Dismember 2006
7. WWE SummerSlam 2006, brother
6. SmackDown! The Great American Bash 2006; this image appears a lot in WWE commercials
5. Dancing With the Stars season premiere, 3/19/2007
4. Raw Backlash 2005
3. ECW One Night Stand 2006
2. NBC Today Show, 1/22/2004
1. During the opening shots on the ECW One Night Stand 2006 DVD, you can spot me chanting "E-C-Dub!" with the crowd. I felt immortalized on what I consider the last best show of the ECW brand.
Didn't understand the pirates' powers in this film, and didn't care. You know, I used to find fog scary until this movie.
One word for this friggin' sweet comedy: ge-ni-us.
I think that in order to appreciate Napoleon Dynamite, you have to contrast his candor with our everyday social courtesies. How many times have we acted phony because we wanted to impress or persuade someone, spare their feelings, or avoid making waves? How many times have we held back what we really wanted to say? This is why Napoleon Dynamite amuses me so much: he keeps it real.
The best example of this contrast occurred during a scene where Napoleon's Uncle Rico showed he and his brother Kip an amateur football video:
Uncle Rico: "So, what do you think?"
Kip: "It's pretty cool, I guess."
Napoleon Dynamite: "This is pretty much the worst video ever made."
Too funny, man. I could recite Napoleon Dynamite lines all day.
I also appreciated the underdog theme of this flick. I remember it came out when such comedies began resurging, e.g. "Shrek" and "Monk". In "Napoleon Dynamite", Napoleon and his friends stood up to snobbish popular kids and a class bully--eventually culminating into Napoleon's "big moment" where his self-taught dance skills saved Pedro's campaign.
I decided to list my #3 worst experience before my #5 and #4 worst experiences because my #5 best experience corresponds.
I partially blame myself for this one because I ignored all of the red flags in my head. After all, originally-priced front row tickets and backstage passes to WrestleMania seemed too good to be true...and it was. WWE rescinded the tickets because a basketball player scalped them. In all honesty, I didn't really mind driving to Los Angeles and missing the event. Ok, so maybe I missed my only chance to see Akebono sumo-wrestle--but I could live with that. However, the days that followed infuriated me.
My first shock occurred when I checked the results of WrestleMania 21, and saw this photo (I felt like the guy on the other end of that boot). If Hulk Hogan had retired after that, then I would've regretted it for the rest of my life. Fortunately, I got to see him about a month later in a much more entertaining match.
The other irritation developed when the seller kept lying about refunding my $1624. Despite my threats of legal action, I began to resign myself to the likelihood that I'd never see that money again. The lack of closure on it made me stew in the shower for at least 40 days. I even considered filing a small claims lawsuit in Oregon.
To my surprise, I eventually received a refund check in the mail. Turned out that one of my formal complaints actually bore fruit; in a July letter, the Oregon Dept. of Justice (Civil Enforcement Division) notified me that they pressured the seller to refund my money.
So all in all, this terrible experience only ranked #3 on my list because a) it had a happy ending, b) it didn't blindside me as I suspected "too good to be true" from the start, and c) it happened in L.A. instead of somewhere out-of-state where I would've lost beaucoup bucks on a flight fare.
This moment freed me from 40 days of suffering. Needless to say, I deposited that check immediately. :)
Three thoughts ran through my mind during this overdone, ridiculous film: a) "where's child services when you need them", b) "please sedate these people", and c) "I will never watch a Paul Walker movie again".
In my experience, people either favor "Brokeback Mountain" or "Crash". I remember debating these movies at work during the Academy Awards race. Half of us liked "Brokeback Mountain" better; half of us liked "Crash" better. Frankly, it disappointed me that "Crash" won the Oscar. For me, "Crash" just retreaded the same racial issues that I've seen over and over again--to the point where I'd hardly call this movie groundbreaking. "Brokeback Mountain", on the other hand, opened my eyes to an issue that I've never seen before: the torment of those who repress homosexuality their whole life because of the prejudice against it. And man, talk about socially relevant. That prejudice still exists today. Just when I thought America progressed on civil rights, I heard about Bush's idea to amend the Constitution against gay marriage.
But enough politics. :) For me, the emotion of this movie came from all of the dramatic confrontations that happened in the cowboys' later years--that's when the true extent of their suffering unfolded. The two Thanksgiving dinner fights exemplified this best in that they showed: a) Heath Ledger's shame and paranoia about getting outed, and b) the lack of respect from Jake Gyllenhaal's in-laws. Also, I felt that the argument at the end perfectly epitomized the underlying conflict between the two cowboys' ideologies.
The Heath Ledger character struck me as particularly tragic because during his later years, you can see how a lifetime of self-imposed discipline basically crippled his life. Hence, I think that people tend to overlook the significance of that last scene. When he agreed to walk his daughter down the aisle, I felt that it showed his overdue effort to become a better, less guarded person.
So all in all, if the subject matter bothers you, then at least fast-forward to the dramatic poignancy of the cowboys' later years. :)
To commemorate the fifth year anniversary of my blog on August 29, I'm going to count down my favorites and least favorites of 2002-2007 throughout the month of August (starting with songs, below). Revisit this blog on August 29 when I announce the #1 movies and experiences.
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You'd have to give me a lobotomy before I'd watch this movie again. Whenever I think "painfully lame", I think of the mind-numbing discourses between Samuel L. Jackson and Julianne Moore.
I really had a tough time picking my tenth favorite movie of 2002-2007. In the end, I finally decided on "Spider-Man 2".
In retrospect, I could compare "Spider-Man 2" to "The Pursuit of Happyness" because thanks to Spider-Man, Peter Parker just couldn't catch a break: broke, unable to hold a job, smeared in the press, failing school, hated by his best friend, and a disappointment to Mary Jane. To top it off--on a night where all of Peter's frustrations came to a head--he couldn't even grab a single hors d’œuvre. I think one of his reflections stated it best: "Am I not supposed to have what I want?"
That's the beauty of a comic book movie if you do it right--you can reinvent all of the serial's best storylines regardless of when they happened chronologically. You can also remake the stories that the comic book squandered, i.e., Spider-Man's ruination of Peter's social life, Peter's desire to give up Spider-Man, and the discoveries of Spider-Man's secret identity (in the comic book, Mary Jane and Harry Osborn discovered Spider-Man's identity in very anticlimactic ways). Come to think of it, I don't even remember Peter courting Mary Jane in the comic book.
Sam Raimi definitely filmed this movie right. In my view, he managed to build all of these powerful emotions into two big payoffs: a) Peter inspiring Dr. Octopus to die as a hero, and b) Mary Jane relieving Peter from the burden of his secret identity (to my admiration, telling Peter off that she can decide for herself). To quote Mary Jane's line to Peter: "Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?" Side note: I wish she stayed that supportive of him in "Spider-Man 3". :)
For some reason, my REM activity spiked in the last past four days: all nightmares. The nightmares varied between new and "classic":
I finally found the soundtrack song that themed "28 Weeks Later", resembled the "Sunshine" music, and intensified the "Death Sentence" trailer. John Murphy originally composed it for "28 Days Later". It's called "In the House - In a Heartbeat" (check it out on iTunes). Recently, I've been listening to it on continuous play. :)
Speaking of music, I tabulated the latest top 30 music videos for 1H 2007. A lot of ranking contrasts on this one.
It amuses me whenever MTV censors a rap video so much that it chops up most of the lyrics. It piqued my curiosity even more when MTV censored an entire lyric out of that gentle-sounding song, "Beautiful Girls" by Sean Kingston. So I looked it up. :) Here's what they redacted:
"You're way too beautiful girl
That's why it'll never work
You'll have me suicidal, suicidal
When you say it's over"
I can't help thinking that the Benoit tragedy had something to do with it.
Last week, I found it amusing that a colleague called me cynical for suggesting that his girlfriend might have tested his affection. Haha, my cynicism about love could fill a regular news column. For example, I once called it a progression of misfires (more on that in a future blog entry). I also challenged the probability of ever meeting one's soul mate within a human lifetime.
Well, look on the bright side: such cynicism gives us the luxury of minimizing disappointments and maximizing pleasant surprises. :)
Recently, I toyed with the idea of reading "Half-Blood Prince" and "Deathly Hallows" to avoid any more Harry Potter spoilers. Before watching "Order of the Phoenix", I accidentally read a big spoiler. Additionally, some dumb movie theater nerds spoiled a plot development in "Half-Blood Prince" before I managed to plug my ears. It got to the point where I had to dash around my car because a Harry Potter commercial aired on the gas pump monitor.
Caution: Minor spoilers follow
In retrospect, I considered "Prisoner of Azkaban" the turning point in Harry's character development. He finally stood up for himself more, and acquired a mentor and a father figure--both of whom vanished in "Goblet of Fire", which to this day I consider the most pointless year of Harry's life. To my elation, "Order of the Phoenix" progressed full-steam where "Prisoner of Azkaban" left off--earning more respect for Harry and even leadership opportunities.
My only criticism of this movie: I disliked Harry's love interest. :) I think that new character Luna matches him better. After all, it impressed me how her valuable insight inspired him to reconcile with his friends. Rating: 8
Not much changed since I last toured the Winchester Mystery House as a kid. Same bizarre enigmas, i.e., the stairs into the ceiling and the doors that open to walls and second story drops. Same ergonomic perks, i.e., the slim steps for arthritic legs. Same abandoned projects, i.e., the earthquake-damaged rooms and incomplete construction.
Same everything except for the lighting, i.e., the bad illumination from our souvenir flashlights. Admittedly, I did enjoy aiming the flashlight like an X-Files agent in search of paranormal activity. Too bad my overcrowded (and often rowdy) tour group kept ruining the mystique. It's like you just can't get away from idiots trying to startle their girlfriends. Sometimes I fantasized about ditching the group to explore the house alone--but I didn't want to fall to my death somewhere. :) Sociological note: at one room in the tour, everyone inexplicably turned their flashlights off and just listened to the tour guide in pitch black darkness. Weird.
Our tour guide weakly attempted to scare us with ghost stories. Unfortunately, the hints of sarcasm in her voice made it difficult to take her seriously. Also, ending ghost stories with a sarcastic "OoOoh!" doesn't help.
One person joked that the twisted architecture could confuse zombies. This comment escaped me until I remembered the "Resident Evil" mansion. Man, how could I forget my most favorite video game of all time: exploring elegant rooms with a shotgun and blowing up zombie heads with a point-blank blast. :) If I ever had infinite wealth, I'd probably build a replica of that cool "Resident Evil" mansion. Might make a good theme park, too--I still remember that chilling interior of the Nostromo spaceship during Walt Disney World's Great Movie Ride.
Don't forget to tour the gardens because I missed that during my first visit (or possibly just forgot about it). The outdoors landscape reminded me of the "Resident Evil" game more than anything else.
I think that the indoor tour dried out my throat. So an orange slush puppie from their courtyard cafe really hit the spot. In fact, that brain-freezing drink probably highlighted my whole visit. :) Rating: 7
Ever since Comcast lured me into replacing my cable box with that new DVR cable box, I noticed that I can no longer record any On Demand programs. Makes sense to me that they would block movie recordings, but why trailers and music videos? "Superior digital quality" indeed. My local channels look marginally better, but now those discolored security stripes have ruined my On Demand picture quality. ABC.com did something similar awhile back where they secretly enhanced the security on their "better quality" episode player. Not that I care since I can just record the shows from my local cable service--but the security did thwart me from screen-capturing a supersized version of my "Dancing With the Stars" cameo. :)
I decided on what to write about for the fifth anniversary of my blog next month (August 29): a countdown for my best and worst of 2002-2007:
By past five years, I mean cumulative. Meaning, my countdown could actually skip years where nothing significant happened. So if all my best experiences, movies, and songs came from 2003 (for example), then that will dominate the countdown.
Similarly, my worst experiences (for instance) would re-sort themselves in context with each other. For example, circumstances could change after a devastating event. Time could heal it, or in hindsight I might conclude that it actually made me a better person. So I'd have to look at criteria like:
Looks like for 2007, I'll have to rely on my unfinished annual review. :)
Tomorrow, I visit the Winchester Mystery House by flashlight.
Online voting concluded for the New 7 Wonders campaign. Results of that global election a.k.a. The New 7 Wonders of the World, announced in Lisbon on 7/7/07:
Meh.
Embarked on my traditional Suncoast run during the Fourth of July vacation. That's when I drive to every Suncoast Motion Picture Company from here to L.A. browsing for clearance bargains. I encountered a lot of boarded-up stores--those Suncoasts keep blinking out.
Why does Paris Hilton receive so much media attention? Her release from jail practically monopolized the news. I've never seen an ex-convict so glorified. I would think that a celebrity in her situation would suffer some kind of shame or ill repute from the ordeal, not this "triumph". Maybe in general, people felt that the judge sentenced her parole violation too harshly?
I don't get this iPhone craze either. :)
I did like the scenes where the villain turned America's technology against McClane in widespread synchrony (reminiscent of "The Truman Show"). Also enjoyed the amusing partnership between computer-illiterate McClane and young hacker Justin Long. Rating: 6
Funny to overhear women calling the rat "cute" because at the IBM offices, women shriek at the sight of mice--to the point where nowadays when I hear a scream outside my door, I just ignore it. Why do women find squirrels cute but panic at the sight of mice? When I advise my female co-workers to imagine the mice as cute little squirrels, they tell me, "They're not squirrels!!" Admittedly, it does startle me when a mouse darts past my feet faster than my eyes can follow. Also, one time I finally caught two field mice in one of IBM's humane mousetraps (much like the one in this movie), and recoiled at how dirty their fur looked. Totally saturated with brown dirt. But who knows, one of these dirty furballs could've been the next Remy. :) Rating: 9
The character development simply sucked. Who cares that Megan Fox hid a juvenile record? More importantly, why on earth would Shia LaBeouf care?? I mean, seriously--look at them on an attractiveness scale and ask yourself: why would he care. My advice: if you can't develop characters with any meaningful depth, then don't even bother with it. Overall, I felt like they wasted too much time with Shia LaBeouf's parents and the inept government agent.
Side note: Nothing happens after the credits but if you want a brief laugh, then watch the product placements scroll by. Rating: 6
Comcast advertised a new Digital Simulcast that broadcasts all channels (even the local analog ones) in digital quality. This convinced me to exchange my old cable box for a new DVR box. Offhand, I discerned no noteworthy difference in picture quality. I did, however, appreciate the dramatically faster On Demand menu. Not sure when I'd ever use the DVR function though--it can't archive to discs like my two HDD/DVD recorders can. A backup recorder, maybe.
That Comcast On Demand service fits into my vision of the future. I foresee this service replacing video/DVD rentals and retail outlets.
I watched one particular On Demand clip to learn that hip-hop dance, the two-step. Afterward, co-workers doubted my reenactment of the dance. "I've never seen anyone do that at a party," remarked one. They just hatin'. :) Seriously though, I know nothing about the two-step. I could've been dancing the white guy version for all I know. Also, I never verified whether men and women dance the two-step differently.
WWE recently announced new WrestleMania 24 travel packages. However...instead of rushing to order the best platinum package, I decided to pass this year. Not because of the Benoit tragedy or the sensationalist speculation about it, and not because I began disliking WrestleMania or anything (I enjoyed WrestleMania 22 and 23)--I just resented paying such big money for what amounted to fifth row seats. Specifically, fifth row seats behind all those empty seats that the WWE probably reserved for celebrities and wrestlers' families & friends. So I only foresee more disappointment at WrestleMania's next venue, the Citrus Bowl--not to mention all the misery I'd suffer from sitting outdoors in muggy Orlando weather. Yup, WrestleMania 24 will take place outdoors.
Man--here I griped about last night's WWE pay-per-view because Chris Benoit (one of the most respected pro-wrestlers ever) missed his championship match due to a family emergency. I predicted that he'd win the title this time, and really looked forward to watching that match on TV. Unlike many of those new wrestlers, I considered Chris Benoit long overdue for a title run.
Anyway, I just read that authorities found Chris Benoit, his wife, and his son dead in their home! I don't even know how to reconcile something that scary: one minute flying home for a family emergency; the next the whole family ending up dead?! I hate to speculate, but was it murder-suicide?
Here's a photo of when I met him at the 2005 Royal Rumble. The photo's rare because I almost never shake hands with celebrities on camera. Goes to show how much that I respected the guy.
Update 6/26/2006: I'm in total shock. Of all people, I never would have expected Benoit to murder his family. Can't believe I shook the hand of a double-murderer.
Update 6/27/2006: Still in disbelief over this Benoit tragedy. Often you hear about wrestlers losing their temper, abusing drugs, or annoying other wrestlers with their ego--but not in Benoit's case. Fans and the wrestling community looked up to him as a role model; "the one guy that you could always count on". I felt that one wrestler analogized it best when he compared the news to a hypothetical scenario where Rocky Balboa murders his family. It simply defies comprehension.
Yesss...Lord of the Dance will tour California at the end of this year, including a November 13 performance at Cal Poly! Now I can cross that goal from my list too. So by my count, I completed fours goals in 1H 2007 and plan to complete three more by the end of the year:
After watching that movie "Day Watch" again, I raised my rating to an 8. Kudos to whoever thought up the chalk of fate (the chalk that lets you re-write one of your past choices). I could not conceive of a more perfect premise for that setting. It compelled me to brainstorm what I would use the chalk on for my own life. Hard to decide because in retrospect, my regrets taught me valuable lessons. For example--if I erased the choices that turned me cynical, then I could end up naive or gullible. I'd have to pick a humiliation that only detrimented my character, such as a crucial sports blunder or my accidental erasure of a momentous recording, e.g., fourth worst event that happened to Steve in 2005. Hmm...
Similarly, I sometimes wonder which memory that I'd erase if I could employ the service in "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". Offhand, I wouldn't mind forgetting that paper cut scene in "Jackass".
On Thursday, I attended a San Francisco Independent Film Festival (sf indiefest) called the 4th Annual Another Hole in the Head. They screen rare sci-fi and horror movies. Bad enough to endure downtown San Francisco's congested traffic, lack of parking, and litter--but then I forever lost $21 on the following two movies:
"They were...EATEN ALIVE!"Made me wonder whether I was supposed to take the movie seriously or not. Unfortunately, I'm thinking yes. Rating: 5
"Who?"
<long pause as he collects himself>
"E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E!"
Needless to say, no more San Francisco film festivals for me.
On Friday, the optometrist checked my eyes during my annual exam. Exact same diagnosis every year: a slightly farsighted eye and one small callous that never changes. That's why eye check-ups depress me. Nothing to hope for since my eyes either stay the same or worsen. Maybe someday my optometrist will stun me with news that my callous inexplicably vanished.
Something bizarre happened to my milk: it globbed onto my cereal in lumps. Neither the smell nor expiration date indicated anything amiss--it somehow congealed into yogurt within the span of one week.
What makes a romance plot great? Chemistry? Well, yeah. A happy ending? Maybe.
Personally, I believe that the absence of romance makes a romance plot great. Specifically, I find the romance much more moving when outside influences force the couple apart. Consider, for example, what separated the couples in some of my favorite romance movies:
Also loved that spunky Southern wisdom. Felt like they told it like it was. "Are you happy?" "Happy enough. I don't expect much, give much. I don't get much." Rating: 6
On Friday evening and Tuesday morning, a bird at the IBM security gate swooped down and clipped my head. I don't like it.
Last weekend, I visited Florida for a third time. Still as muggy as ever there. The humidity motivated me to stay indoors even though my hotel bordered the Jacksonville Riverwalk.
For the first (and probably the last) time, I dined at the expensive Morton's Steakhouse in Jacksonville. Roughly $40 a plate there if you exclude salad, dessert, and wine:
Possibly fancier than any other restaurant I've ever eaten at. Before handing me a menu, the maitre d' actually exhibited a cart of vegetables and raw cuts of meat. He carefully explained how each choice would compliment my dinner. Then he presented me with a round loaf of bread. I sat there blankly before realizing that I had to slice it myself. So after butchering the loaf during my struggle to saw through its spongy core, the maitre d' nonchalantly squeegeed every crumb from the tablecloth. Pretty fancy, huh?
The maitre d' also asked if their chef could butterfly the steak. "What does that mean?" I replied, thinking that the chef intended to lather butter over it. Turned out that "butterflying a steak" meant to cut it in half to minimize charring. Hmm...my filet mignon still tasted charred though. Maybe charring's an unavoidable side-effect of cooking a steak medium well. Probably didn't help that I chewed it so methodically. Don't get me wrong--the steak tasted good, but not $36 good. I'd go so far to say that I enjoyed a White Castle hamburger just as much, if not more.
Later that evening, I attended the real reason for my trip: a live WWE event comprised only of gimmick matches, i.e., a tables match, ladder match, steel cage match, and falls count anywhere match to name a few. Such rare stipulations--I couldn't resist. :) Occasionally I regret ending up at lackluster WWE events, but I felt I got my money's worth on this one. Even pawned the souvenir chair off (albeit for $30).
On Monday, my connecting flight from IAD to SFO fared poorly. First, I had to re-schedule it because the plane arrived an hour late to IAD (the pilot alleged a weather hazard, but the skies sure looked clear when we landed). Second, my nose began to bleed with no tissue in sight. Planes have no privacy in this regard, and I felt really embarrassed when the stewardess came by with the beverage cart. Finally, I dropped my monthly planner somewhere in the plane (probably under my seat). Actually, I might not even report it. I only used that planner to pencil in appointments and movie release dates. I keep another planner safe at home to permanently record life events.
Eli Roth (the writer and director of "Hostel") hosted a free advance screening of his new movie, "Hostel: Part II", at the AMC Metreon in San Francisco last night. I really enjoy events like this. The last screening that I attended allowed me to meet Bruce Campbell.
Eli Roth personally introduced the movie, and answered audience questions about it afterward. To me, he looked like Sylar from "Heroes" (I don't watch the series, but caught the season finale) except that he used a lot more expletives. He seemed very passionate and intellectual. Highlights from the Q&A:
Side note: As the first audience to see "Hostel: Part II", Eli wanted to observe our reactions. Pretty weird feeling when the director watches you watch his film.
Likes in Part I:
Dislikes about Part I:
In general, Part II explored more of what I liked and less of what I didn't. It filmed much of the movie from the employees' and clients' perspective, and walked us through the entire customer experience (from the opulent waiting room to the colorful costume chamber). My two favorite scenes along these lines: a) the ingenious split-screen bidding frenzy over the American girls and b) one refreshing, gripping scene where a client actually suffered remorse.
Part II also struck me as more emotional than Part I, for a couple of reasons: a) some terrific actors, and b) the cruelty of the betrayals. In Part I, I thought that it served the buttheads right for getting seduced so shamelessly. In Part II, it seemed to require a lot more emotional investment to earn the girls' trust--making the betrayals all the more personal. That probably disturbed me more than anything else in the film.
Rating: 7My friends drove up to San Jose on Saturday. We attended the following events:
I wrote down the medleys that the orchestra played. I only recognized about three of them (nostalgic of when Nintendo and Sega first came out). Maybe I'm getting behind the times.
Today I still have a headache from last night's movie:
In retrospect, it did seem to parallel "The Exorcist" in a few ways: a) mostly took place in one room, b) the guy bounced on the bed like Regan, and c) the characters deteriorated similarly. I also saw parallels to Cronenberg's "The Fly".
All in all, I left the theater with certain questions:
Congratulations Apolo & Julianne!
Man that was cool.
My co-workers and I debated last night's Dancing With the Stars finals. Funny how we each crusaded for a different winner. In my opinion, if Apolo doesn't win then that show's rigged. :) We also analyzed one of Apolo's comments during the show: "I thought we won before we even came here and performed tonight." At first I thought: how arrogant. But my co-workers interpreted the comment as a personal victory, not some boast about already winning the competition. Sure enough, he subtly clarified himself in a post-show interview (emphasized that he meant the former).
I'm looking forward to Vancouver 2010, so I sure hope that fame doesn't inflate Apolo's head, i.e., seduces him into becoming a D-celebrity. I remember that he worried about that after the 2002 Winter Olympics. As a result, he grounded himself and monastically trained for the 2006 Winter Olympics. Now he has nothing to prove athletically. If he wanted to star in movies instead of competing at the 2010 Winter Olympics, he could. I guess time will tell.
Props to Apolo's and Julianne's final freestyle dance. I forgot that Apolo knew how to break dance.
Amusingly, a site called DialIdol.com monitors the progress of each contestant's votes by measuring busy signals. Apolo's ahead.
In other news, I wrote my congressman --er, congresswoman last week. Why? Well, currently that's the only way to reserve a tour of the White House. I'm planning to visit Washington, D.C. this year. Looks like Congress modernized the time-honored tradition. I simply clicked a button on Congresswoman Zoe Lofgren's Web site (she represents my zip code), and e-mailed her my request. One of her aides answered this week. In the same e-mail, I requested a tour of the Pentagon--but am less optimistic about that because the congressional guidebook classified Pentagon tours as exclusive to educational institutions (middle schools/high schools/colleges), churches, government agencies, or military organizations. We'll see what happens.
Dancing With the Stars finals this Monday (with the winner announced on Tuesday). If you want to vote for Apolo and Julianne (hint hint), you can vote up to five times by calling 1-800-868-3411 or by voting online. In all honesty, I'm sure that Apolo's screaming female fans will overload the server and keep the phone-line busy. Good timing that I got to watch him race before he became such a celebrity. He keeps shattering my expectations. In an earlier blog, I scoffed at his decision to compete on a dancing show. Now that he's primed to win said contest, I'm not scoffing anymore.
By the way, I found out from a Larry King interview that the dancers can recommend songs, but not decide them (except for the finale, I think). I always wondered why Apolo and Julianne got stuck with "Jesse's Girl" for their fast-motion tango. Larry King also probed whether the dancers connected intimately. Apolo and Julianne emphasized that they're just friends. Since I read a lot of Internet speculation about this, I take it that Apolo's and Julianne's significant others aren't common knowledge. My two cents: it'd really disappoint me if Apolo hooked up with Julianne. I find his current girlfriend much more appealing.
Finally found a hot drink at Starbucks that I actually like: the orange mocha. I sipped it so fast that the whip cream had no time to melt. Guess that stands to reason since I like the taste of chocolate, oranges, and chocolate oranges. Also tried another new Starbucks drink, the "Orange Crème Frappuccino blended crème", which basically tasted like an inferior version of the "Orange Dream Machine" from Jamba Juice. Given that these two franchises neighbor each other near IBM, that makes my choice for orange smoothie pretty clear.
I actually abhor Starbucks coffee--or more accurately, I abhor their mochas. For that matter, I abhor the taste of coffee in general unless it's mixed into chocolate or ice cream. My favorite coffee drink of all time? The rich, classic mocha from Seattle's Best Coffee. I first tasted it at Yosemite National Park, and it highlighted my whole trip there. Nowadays, I'd rather drive a few extra miles to a Borders bookstore than to stop at any one of many conveniently-located Starbucks outlets.
Interestingly, many theaters started showing "Shrek the Third" at 10pm on the night before its release date. A way to inflate opening weekend numbers, perhaps?
Pretty interesting season for reality game shows...I went from feeling inspired, i.e., the paso doble by Apolo and Julianne, to feeling utterly disgusted, i.e., last night's tribal council where Dreamz reneged on his deal with Yau-Man. I've condoned a lot of deplorable acts in "Survivor", but that one took the cake. I'll concede the gullibility of Yau-Man to trust him in the first place, but man--at least give the car back or admit wrong. That lack of remorse bothered me the most.
Personally, I can never forgive someone who feels no regret for what they did. I truly feel that an apology goes a long way, and can respect anyone with the humility to extend one. Believe me, I still carry lifelong grudges to prove it. :)
Best "Dancing With the Stars" episode yet! Ok, so I'm sheepishly hooked on the show now. I might even vote for Apolo and Julianne to foil a co-worker who's been voting for Laila Ali. Apolo and Julianne finally performed one my favorites dances to watch, the tango. Unfortunately, they had to tango to "Jesse's Girl" which made them flail around as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button on my remote. What good's a tango without the da-dun-dun-dun...da-dun-dun-dun? :)
As for the paso doble that Apolo and Julianne performed... WOAH! Machismo incarnate.
Hehe. When I first showed off the picture of me and Julianne, I suspect that people exaggerated their interest having never seen Julianne on TV. Now I can boast about conversing with her. :) Or crow about how I saw Ohno acknowledge her in the stands. In all honesty, I probably just spoke to her TV image--and vice-versa. After all--once her camerman trained his lens on us, we had to turn on our best "looking-glass" personalities. :) Funny thing, television. In person, it looked out-of-place whenever she spoke to the camera as if it embodied a living person. But later on TV, the scene looked completely natural and cute.
Sometimes I speculate about what kind of advice that image consultants give to TV personalities. Whenever I watch sober celebrities on TV, they sure exude similar behaviors:
Somehow I feel like I have a knack for recognizing "looking-glass" personalities. I've seen a lot of convincing ones--but given enough time and patience, the true self emerges (assuming that it even differs). :)
Had to see "Spider-Man 3" in Arroyo Grande. On opening night in Santa Maria, all evening times (10:15, 10:45, 11:15) sold out!
That being said, certain creative decisions alienated me. This led me to derive two constructive criticisms for Sam Raimi and co. (minor spoiler alert):
All in all, I considered "Spider-Man 2" virtually perfect and almost impossible to follow. Still--I have to give Sam Raimi credit for risking character directions that dared to disenchant the audience. Quite frankly, I thought that this installment demasculated Peter and amplified Mary Jane's insecurities (almost to the point where I didn't want Spidey to rescue her). So did these new character flaws disappoint me? Yes. But did I find the movie more meaningful as a result? Certainly.
P.S. Whatever happened to the tingling Spidey sense? Rating: 8
Ever since I missed that "PLAY! A Video Game Symphony" in Connecticut due to its cancellation, I didn't expect to cross off that goal off my list for awhile--at least not until 2008 following their world tour. Lo and behold, a new tour date of May 26, 2007 appeared on their Web site. The venue: San Jose Center for the Performing Arts--less than 10 minutes from my apartment! Excellent.
Wonder why the police needed seven squad cars just to arrest one Woods tenant. I passed them on my way out of the parking lot, and only saw one perp in handcuffs.
In other news, my toilet bowl overflowed. My thoughts on that? Well, if I ever listed my worst nightmares come to life, then "toilet bowl overflow" would rank high on that list. A horrific sight to behold: watching the water rise higher and higher--my eyes widening as it spilled over the rim, snaking its way toward my floor mats and bathroom doorway. Instead of tightening the valve on the spot like I should have, I instinctively rescued the floor mats first. This diversion gave the water time to pool around the valve--meaning, my bare feet had to touch toilet water for me to stop the overflow. By the time I overcame that hesitation, toilet water had flooded the entire bathroom. Clear toilet water, at least--but toilet water nonetheless. It probably took me like a half-hour to mop the floor; probably another half-hour to drown every inch of that bathroom floor with Clorox. Potent fumes, man.
Side note: Kate Beckinsale's character reminded me of a 1996 movie called "Daylight", where Amy Brenneman played a brave female lead opposite Sylvester Stallone. Well in one of the final scenes, Amy suddenly fell apart in a disappointing, selfish diatribe that just ruined the whole movie for me. Anyway, that reminded me of Kate Beckinsale's predominantly helpless "Vacany" character because I'm so used to seeing her as the bad-ass heroine in "Underworld".
Rating: 6Now I remember why I stopped watching the news. I tired of how they sensationalized scandal and crime. NBC played right into the killer's hands by airing his pathetic rants. I even question whether he really meant them because of the monotonous way that he recited them--almost like a rehearsal for one of his screenplays. Well, news outlets not only aired them, but recycled them ad nauseam (even dignifying them by having experts analyze them in all seriousness). At least just post it on a Web site somewhere instead of relentlessly force-feeding it to us (and the victims, especially) over the TV.
I wish that the news instead reported why he premeditated the first dorm shooting. I think that would lead to his real motive, not the one that he wanted us to believe in his "press releases". When I think through it, he would have to have tailgated into that dorm and then walked up three flights of stairs to reach Emily Hilscher's room. Why target her?
First Columbine, now this Virginia Tech Massacre. The media's macabre fascination with spree shootings continues... I can't really judge, though. Tragedies like this glue me to the TV and news sites. Just last week I watched a documentary about Columbine where investigators walked through the shooters' plot. The details that alarmed me:
Interestingly, CNN.com lets eyewitnesses contribute photos and videos about the Virginia Tech Massacre--almost like a news wiki where citizens serve as the reporters.
Hmm...the news sites haven't disclosed the gunman's nationality. Nor should they--it doesn't matter. But if you're morbidly curious, watch Erin Sheehan's eyewitness account of the gunman.
Update 4/17/2007: Gunman identified as Cho Seung-Hui, a 23-year-old English major from South Korea. Media appears to be going after the university police on this one. Are we going to see metal detectors in colleges now?
Update 4/18/2007: The gun law debate...you know, I like Japan's approach to gun control: they ban all of their guns. I guess America can't follow suit because of the second amendment. My two cents on that: if America can't ban all of its guns, then it should ban all of its bullets (or just allow rubber bullets). The irony would be priceless. :)
Update 4/18/2007: D'oh! Just as coverage finally started to wane, NBC began releasing self-portraits right out the gunman's fantasies a.k.a. inspiration for the next generation of spree killers. Man, what if they misinterpret all of this media attention as an invitation to break his record?
Coincidentally after last night's "House", I awoke in agony as a cramp petrified my leg. Felt like my calf tried to implode. I'm tempted to call it my worst cramp ever because today marked the first time that I ever had to limp to work. Man, I hope no one saw me. Either the episode affected me psychosomatically, or I need more bananas in my diet. :) If I had to rank my worst physical pain ever, I'd cite the time when I strained my neck throwing a stunt dummy. That hurt worse than when I tore a ligament or broke my ankle--because the pain persisted 24/7 without relief.
Apolo Ohno's waltz really impressed me the other night. I'm skeptic that I could ever dance that well--so many inhibitions for me to overcome (such as self-consciousness about looking effeminate). One time Ohno explained in an interview that dancing often required him to smile happily (in contrast to his serious speedskating face). It reminded me of my own struggles in the tap dancing workshop, when the instructor wanted us to exaggerate our flairs. If you audition for a dancing role and look enthusiastic enough, she explained, then the casting director will think you have potential. Feigning fun...definitely not one of my strong suits.
Nothing like California. I didn't care for Detroit too much. No place to park there, and the parking garages all charged outrageous prices. Cars kept tailgating me, and the one-way streets wound around unpredictably. At one point, Victor and I ended up on a one-way road to Canada. We had to cut against traffic to escape!
Also, no more hamburgers or clam chowder for me--at least not for awhile. I got sick of White Castle hamburgers on my fifth slider, and the drunkard at O'Hare kind of ruined my appetite for chowder.
Thankfully, my Dad repaired the headlight and CD player during my leave. Plus no traffic ticket in the mail (yet?).
I give Vince McMahon a lot of credit for letting Donald Trump shave his head bald. That's what I call dedication. Although Vince could easily collect paychecks from a desk, he still chooses to wrestle and humiliate himself for the good of the business. I respect higher-ups who lead by example.
Fortunately, most of the pictures in this roll came out. Roughly three negative strips jammed in the CVS photo machine, and I lost 13 pictures from the "Battle of the Billionares" match. The clerk had the nerve to speculate that perhaps I loaded old film into the camera. I, on the other hand, have a much more explicit theory.
To my surprise, Victor and I made it on TV. We sat four rows behind Miss Universe, Miss USA, and Miss Teen USA (all supporting Trump from the front row). Funny how the fans allowed the beauty queens to stand up with impunity, but mercilessly screamed at every other man, woman, and child who dared to stand up. Fortunately, most of the fans in front of me had the courtesy to stay seated. Nary an annoying sign bearer either.
The vendors at WrestleMania 23 all wore neon yellow caps! I might have to change my cap color if this continues.
Right before the main event, a fan jumped over the barricade and tried to streak in the ring. Security dragged him out. That's live TV for you.
WWE security totally foiled my beautiful WrestleMania exit stratagem. I had plotted the caper like so:
As I basked in my ingenuity (I think I tapped my temple and boasted, "smart"), anal WWE security guards screened the chair holders in front of us. Meaning, fans could not exit the arena with their chairs without showing marked floor tickets. Hence, Victor and I felt obligated to locate the fans whom we sold the chairs to. I found mine because the security guard confiscated his chair at a nearby door. When I lied that I gave the chair to him, she saw through our inconsistent stories and informed me that selling a WWE chair was illegal. Never heard of a law like that. Anyway, I refunded his money. We never found Victor's customer. By the time we gave up and returned to the car, total gridlock! Yes, I know now that we should have sold our chairs outside of the arena. I own no time machine to correct this unforeseen tragedy. Not that I would waste a trip on that. :)
Recap of today's events:
Remind me never to eat asparagus again.
It happened again. I awoke to find that my plane hadn't taken off yet. Apparently, our gas tank needed a refuel. Oh well. Better to delay on the last connecting flight than the first connecting flight.
Also skinned my pinky toe when I accidentally scooted a chair leg over it this morning. Dang I feel inept. My shoes still sport the dirt from yesterday's nose dive.
Tomorrow's events: a WWE autograph session and the WWE Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony.
My description of white clam apizza from Frank Pepe Pizzeria Napoletana: thin, tough crust generously smothered in garlic and clams. It possibly had other ingredients like white sauce or olive oil, but the garlic and clams overpowered any other flavor. When the crust kept resisting my knife, I ended up tearing it with my hands and teeth. Also, some bites tasted bitter--probably from the areas that the coal fire oven scorched. Good all in all--but less good when I sampled the tastier tomato and pepperoni version. Rating: 6
Also toured Mark Twain's three-story house, which showcased stencilled wallpaper and extravagent furnishings. Probably more fascinating to antique collectors. :)
I bit the dust while jogging through a vacant field here in Windsor Locks. My foot caught on a pipe. Anyway, I completed the mission of renting a car (a Ford Taurus). Due to inconvenient shuttle hours last night, Victor and I pretty much walked from Bradley International Airport to Days Inn. Long story.
At Chicago O'Hare, a lucid but drunken stranger invaded our lunch. He kept talking to me in the lunch line--even punching my arm asking where I planned to fly. "Where are you flyin', Tokyo?" Despite our visible discomfort, he plopped his tray on our table (spilling chowder over it) and talked to us non-stop. Chowder spattered out of his mouth and accumulated on his hands. One spittle sailed onto my arm. Some chowder ended up on Victor's jacket. The guy also seemed oblivious to a tomato that landed on his lap. To my chagrin, he even imposed on Victor to get us napkins.
Occasionally, he cracked a lame joke and shook my hand in a "jive" way. After one particularly un-funny joke, he raised his hand toward me expecting a high-five. His hand just waited there.
He also bragged that his wristwatch could tell time in all of the time zones, and wanted my opinion on it. 6am. "That can't be the right time," I observed.
We tried to stay courteous despite his loud monologues. Eventually, my stoicism unnerved him. He asked if we wanted him to leave. "Only if you want to," I replied politely. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked Victor. "Only if you want to," he echoed. And so he did.
Perhaps my cynicm spawned a double-standard. I previously mentioned that it saddened me whenever someone burned bridges with an introvert. But I stated nothing about burning bridges with an extrovert. :) Probably because whenever someone approaches me in an overly-friendly way, I immediately suspect a hidden agenda (even though this guy never asked for anything).
This probably sounds funny to people with natural social graces, but my mind races whenever I need to wish someone well. For instance, a colleague e-mailed me about going on maternity leave. I almost replied, "Good luck." Good luck?! From what? Complications in the pregnancy? Ee-diot! Anyway, I resorted to consulting female co-workers about the etiquette, and decided upon: "Enjoy your time off." Hopefully, that won't come across as sarcastic.
I also don't wish people good luck before a speech or presentation. If you think about it, people get nervous before a speech or presentation because they fear something going awry. "Good luck" only adds to that uncertainty. Maybe that's why well-wishers tell actors to "break a leg"?
Speaking of social graces, I hated that "Survivor: Fiji" episode where the new "burly man" tribe relegated their one nerd to campground duties. Point taken that he could have asserted himself more, but what nerve to stigmatize him like that on national TV. You know, it saddens me whenever people burn bridges with introverts; dismiss them as aloof just because they talk sparingly, keep to themselves, or can't be read. Both introverts and extroverts can have a lot to offer, given the chance.
In other news, I'm suffering a bit of bad luck with my Corolla. First, a flash startled me as I drove through a yellow light near the Capitola mall. One of those "photo enabled" stoplights. Grrr, I ran a yellow light! Yelllloww! Second, my left headlight seems to have burned out. Never noticed it until a parking lot worker told me. Heck, It could've burned out months ago for all I know. So that's just great--no CD music, self-conscious night driving, and probably a traffic ticket waiting for me when I return from WrestleMania.
Ah, WrestleMania 23 in 6 days. The "Super Bowl" of pro-wrestling; insanely difficult to acquire tickets for. The tickets literally sell out in mere minutes. Nowadays, I reserve my spot through WWE's insanely expensive platinum travel package. Purchased it about nine months ago without any clue about who would appear. WWE pays for the suite, tickets to all of the events, and a high-class breakfast buffet (last year, I enjoyed the breakfast a lot more than the pro-wrestling guests). WrestleMania itself will feature celebrities like Donald Trump (for the Hair vs. Hair Match), Aretha Franklin, and Ludacris.
Fall Out Boy finally released a song that I like. Had a heck of a time figuring out its name though. The chorus line sounded like: "This is serious." However, the back of their latest CD showed no such song. Finally, their music video played on mun2, and the chorus completely differed from what I thought: "This ain't a scene it's a... dam arms race." I mistook the <bleep> for a pause. Good song (and video). My favorite of 2007 unless something better comes along.
After enduring 113 minutes and 20 seconds of the "Dancing With the Stars" premiere on ABC, I successfully freeze-framed my riveting half-second cameo. Click the screenshot to enlarge my thrilled expression. :)
"PLAY! A Video Game Symphony" cancelled! A scheduling conflict, they said. Unbelievable. Now what will we do in Connecticut (too expensive now to fly straight to Detroit). Speaking of...
Sometimes my favorite TV shows cross over, but how strange to see "The Apprentice" cross over to WWE. Similar themes of people getting smacked down, I guess. :) Donald Trump challenged Vince McMahon to a televised bet where the loser must shave his head bald at WrestleMania. I'm certain that WWE rigged it so that Trump would win the bet, but I'm impressed that Vince would humiliate himself like that. Guess I'll see them both live on April 1.
As a result of my office mate working from home, I move back to my own office next week. I still remember when I first lost my own office about six years ago. I vowed to someday regain that privilege. In the years that followed, much occurred:
Eventually, I grew accustomed to a window office and even passed up a couple of opportunities to relocate. Now the Steven gets his own office again.
Hmm...clerical tax error. After drafting my first 1040 form, I owed the IRS $4667 because I overlooked calculating the capital gain. I hate death and taxes.
My mom and I compared notes on Copperfield's show. She confirmed that he scrawled "SA" on his arm before "transporting" to Perth, Australia--same initials that he scrawled during my show. So that validates my theory that he prerecorded the Perth footage.
Congratulations to Martin Scorsese for finally winning the Oscar. I still don't understand all of the acclaim for "The Departed", but oh well. Maybe the Hong Kong version biased me.
Someone local won my eBay auction for the WWE chairs. I personally delivered both of them to the guy's house. Free of the curse at last! Want to know how much I sold them for? $5 each.
My car's CD player broke. At first my CDs began skipping; then pausing awhile. Finally--despite my cleaning efforts--the player stopped accepting CDs altogether. The dealership quoted me around $620 for a brand-new player. Yeah, I didn't believe it either.
Justin Timberlake released a new 9 min. 22 sec. music video starring him and Scarlett Johansson. I don't like it. Usually, I can fit 30 music videos on one DVD-R--but videos like this throw everything off.
I posted the rest of my short track pictures in the earlier blog entries. Aside from a Japanese-American background, Ohno and I have little in common. He won five Olympic gold medals; I helped make a corporation richer. He inspires; I prefer reclusion. He appeared on a Wheaties box; I ate from a Wheaties box (as a substitute for Product 19). Not that I regret any of that. It's just that sometimes I fantasize about the euphoria of training hard for a goal and accomplishing it against overwhelming odds, i.e., Ohno coming back to win that gold medal (in his worst race) with all those people counting on him. I've accomplished goals against unfavorable odds before, but not overwhelming odds (and nothing close to a gold medal). :)
Ohno's too good. I'm starting to wonder whether he just showed off today. :) After winning the 1000M final, he breezed from seventh place to first place in the very last lap of the grueling 3000M super final. Didn't even look tired afterward. I read online that he accrued so many points that he would have won the U.S. championship regardless of today's performance.
Also, props to Allison Baver for winning her first women's U.S. championship.
Some of the intermediate guys seemed to joke around in their 3000M final. They sprinted all fast at the beginning, but eventually tired out and deteriorated into the back.
Guess that completes my short track goal. I missed out on the relays because a weather hazard stranded the other racers. Too bad. Then again, "exhibition" relays don't interest me too much. Team vs. team relays make more sense in world competitions, in my opinion.
By the way, driving in Cleveland frustrates me. I know I say that a lot, but I know of no other city that duplicates so many street names. All of the construction work didn't help either. :)
Fortunately, Cleveland weather posed little danger for my car (except for some alarming patches of black ice).
Gotta love their kung fu start poses. The referee declared this a false start when a camera flash went off. The announcer rebuked, "What part of no flash photography do you not understand?!"
Still reeling about how Ohno passed 6-7 guys in the final lap.
In my last blog entry, I wisecracked that I'd rather see Apolo Ohno skate than "dance with the stars". For those of you who missed the news, Apolo Ohno will compete in next season's Dancing With the Stars on ABC. I actually met Ohno's dance partner, Julianne Hough, during the 500M sprints. A camerman followed her around, and a BBC agent had me sign a release form because of where I sat. Then when I took a picture with Julianne (during an intermission), the cameraman hovered with his lens. I asked her if her Delta flight crashed last Sunday. She was like, yeah--it was scary.
"Slid off the runway, huh?"
"Yeah--it was scary."
Forgot what else we small-talked about. I have so little in common with TV personalities. :)
I lamented not having a digital or disposable camera on-hand. Bystanders never seem to work my Canon Sureshot properly. Focus, people.
Another good day for Ohno...first place in the 500M.
My only picture of Ohno winning the 500M race. Due to the speed of these heats, I didn't dare risk an accidental flash. The announcer kept warning us that such a distraction could lead to serious injury for the racers.
What a bad break for the womens' frontrunner, Kimberly Derrick (a top Olympic athlete). She slipped into third place during a semi-final (I missed the slip while watching a racer careen into the boards). Then she fell in the B-final. Allison Baver won first place, and now leads in the championship standings.
On a more boring note, I visited the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum earlier in the day. Left within 15 minutes. :) Too bad I still had to pay the $8 parking fee. Side note: FYE sold rock and roll merchandise at the museum.
After Saturday's activities, I ended my day with White Castle hamburgers Ex-cel-lent. :)
My co-workers forewarned me that I plotted an ambitious itinerary for Friday:
6:20am - 9:50am: Fly from San Jose to Denver
35 min. layover
10:25am - 3:15pm: Fly from Denver to Akron, Ohio
3:15pm - 6:00pm: Taxi to the gate, rent a car, and drive an hour to the
2007 U.S. National Short Track Championships at 6pm
Happily, almost all of the planets aligned--specifically:
So my one mishap: I got lost. The I-271 "express lanes" prevented me from exiting where I needed. Reminded me of that Penna Turnpike that extended for miles without a single exit. Anyway, I ended up wandering Cleveland Heights for a couple of hours.
Pretty cool watching Apolo Anton Ohno race live (cooler than watching him "dance with the stars", IMHO). He smoked the competition in Friday's 1500M race. Somehow I expected more fanfare for Ohno. The audience cheered, but not hysterically. Adults in the VIP section even left before the Olympic racers received their medals! Guess they only came to watch their kids skate.
Short track races still bend my mind. On TV, the racers seem to skate in a line. But from my live perspective, their paths seemed to expland, converge, and skew like a continuous slingshot.
Other observations:
Talk about a photofinish...I timed this snapshot right when Ohno's skate touched the finish line. Given how fast that the racers move, I could not have asked for a more perfect picture. :)
Wow...White Castle food chains galore here in Cleveland.
For the most part, I completed last Sunday's WWE No Way Out trip in one day:
11am - noon: Flew to L.A
5pm - 8pm: Attended the wrestling event
1am - 3am: Slept
6am - 7am: Flew back to San Jose
American Eagle now shuttles LAX travellers to a remote terminal which extends gate 44. Fortunately, I always arrived early enough to avoid any anxiety during both of these shuttle bus rides. Can't imagine how I'd react to a close connecting flight though.
I found the wrestling event ok even though they cancelled the ladder match that I really wanted to see.
To my chagrin, I still received a free commemorative WWE chair even though I sat way back in the sixth row. Fortunately, I managed to peddle it near the exit door for a $50 profit. Ironic, huh? These chairs sell so well at the event--yet I can't even give away the chairs that I kept. Maybe I should try to peddle my old chairs at a WWE taping or something.
On Tuesday, I attended a live David Copperfield magic act at the Flint Center in Cupertino. Back when I watched his TV specials as a kid, I remember marveling at his grand illusions, e.g., walking through the Great Wall of China; flying; reattaching himself after a buzzsaw "mishap". Now that I've grown up, I unfortunately found his magic show rather corny (especially those cheap gags and sentimental narratives that used to entertain me as a kid). On the other hand, I still found him charismatic despite his noticeably older visage (which might explain why he stopped performing on national TV six years ago). I just prayed that his frisbees and inflated balls would bypass me so that he couldn't humiliate me on the stage. :) I tell you though, it sure seemed rehearsed when Copperfield mocked weird audience members and hecklers. Almost like they intentionally set him up.
The audience participation segues into my next thought--how the heck did Copperfield pull off some of those illusions? In one act, he flung a frisbee across the auditorium. Whenever an audience members caught it, they shouted random lottery numbers (and embarrassing info at his behest), and tossed the frisbee to the next person. I doubt that Copperfield could have premeditated who caught the frisbee each time. After writing everything down, the audience members unlocked a chest that contained three "predictions"; each of which Copperfied had allegedly sealed prior to the show:
I speculated that maybe Copperfield's assistants wrote up the banner and stamped the license plates backstage. I could not reconcile the audio tape. Then a co-worker asked me, "Did he enunciate the numbers aloud as he wrote them down?" Ahhhh...
I'm also wondering whether he pre-recorded a "live feed" from Perth, Australia. In that illusion, he "transported" himself, an assistant, and some unique identifiers (a polaroid and fresh initials on his arm) to a sunny beach there. A co-worker suggested green screen, but the camera followed the assistant as she lapped through the water. If they managed to fabricate an entire sunny beach on some backstage set, then I'm impressed. :) My mom will attend Copperfield's show in Santa Barbara, so perhaps I'll compare notes with her. Rating: 7
Time to make some predictions of my own; Oscar predictions for 2006:
Also this weekend: the 2007 U.S. National Short Track Championships in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. Hope that the weather permits. :)
About six years ago, I discontinued my renter's insurance. Why, you ask? Well, I rationalized a very slim probability that my apartment would catch fire twice in one lifetime (even slimmer that my apartment would catch fire again after my office mate's apartment caught fire). Reason #2: Without that renter's insurance, I bet you that I already saved enough money to buy all of my possessions over again. Reason #3: It did not cover earthquakes, which I would consider a way more likely threat. Reason #4: If an earthquake destroyed my home and the President declared a state of emergency, then the government would pay my losses anyway. :)
Busy schedule for me next week:
Sunday: "WWE No Way Out" in Los Angeles, California (one day trip)
Tuesday: David Copperfield at the Flint Center in Cupertino, California
Friday - Sunday: 2007 U.S. National Short Track Championships in Cleveland
Heights, Ohio (on my goals list; Apolo Anton
Ohno and his girlfriend will compete)
Wow. Yesterday, a four-alarm fire burned down Santa Teresa Apartments--leaving my office mate homeless. Pretty eerie flashback of what happened to me about eight years ago. Once again, the American Red Cross helped relocate the 150 displaced tenants. See why I respect the Red Cross (or at least, the San Jose branch)? I don't care how bad that their PR gets--I can attest to something much more meaningful: their results.
On a much more minor note, I finally resolved to get rid of my Royal Rumble commemorative chairs. While carrying the Royal Rumble 2007 chair from the arena, I accidentally scraped it along the street. It looked like someone had keyed it. I interpreted this mishap as a sign to rid my closet of these useless chairs once and for all. They each weigh 17 lbs. and 14 oz. And at 40" tall, shipping them costs more than selling them. Thus, I implemented the following action plan:
Although I consider myself unassuming, I occasionally admit to certain misconceptions. For example, I failed to recognize the Queen's husband in that movie "The Queen". I never heard of a "King Philip", so I had pegged the Queen as either single or widowed.
Similarly, I pictured Texas as a dirt landscape full of tumbleweeds, rattlesnakes, cactuses, cowboys, and pickup trucks with shotguns in the back. But I saw none of these stereotypes. Austin, in particular, looked rather modernized.
My old college roommate recommended that I buy a house in Austin, but how would I utilize six bedrooms? I suppose I could equip each bedroom with its own VCR. When MTV Cribs comes over, I'll be like, "I'm so stylin' that I equipped a VCR in each bedroom." But in reality, I'd have the VCRs disconnected because my HDD/DVD recorder obsoleted them.
You know, I concluded that I hate driving in San Antonio--possibly more so than any other city. Remember those lanes in Toronto that reversed direction depending on which signal lit up? San Antonio adopted that craziness as well. Also, my roadmap proved useless because the highway signs displayed multiple numbers. For instance, if I-35 N crossed I-10 W, US-81 N, and US-87 N, then the sign listed all four highways (in no discernable order) rather than the highway that I was driving on! For this reason, I failed to reach the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema before it closed (the no-kid theater where you can order food from your seat), and then lost a couple of hours trying to circle back to my motel.
Other attractions:
By the way, I gave away my Royal Rumble commemorative chair for free. More on that later. :)
Typically during a week, my most pensive thoughts formulate during a couple of routines: taking a shower and driving in my Corolla. For the most part, these routines trigger constructive ideas, things to do, and/or epiphanies. But once in awhile, I can't help but to stew about something that bugged me. I hate those showers.
On an unrelated note, last Tuesday I lay in bed with the covers over my head while contractors finished painting my door. Despite my subtle hint about wanting to sleep, they cursed and bantered over deep thoughts such as "what is a door jamb?" As they left the door ajar to dry, cold air and the odors of paint, thinner, and other chemicals offended my nose. Forget leaving the apartment or taking a shower though--that would've invited thieves or even the contractors themselves to walk off with my electronics. I would've missed the DVD recorders the most. If the thieves had taken off with my WWE commemorative chairs, I probably would've thought, "Good." I probably could've chased them, even; those chairs weigh a ton.
My flight to Austin leaves in a few hours.
In the last episode of "24", the U.S. government and CTU (the agency that counters terrorism) failed to prevent a nuclear bomb from detonating in Los Angeles. Having watched the show for five years, I felt compelled to list the mistakes that happen again and again every season. Call it a "24" postmortem, if you will.
Ordinarily, that show "The Office" cracks me up. But last Thursday, I began personalizing the episode and my smile faded. Similarly, I watched "The Queen" (a future Oscar nominee) on Friday. The movie amused me until, unfortunately, I started to identify with the characters. Then my smile faded again.
Here's a hypothetical for you: how would you console someone who lost the World Cup by one point?
Answer: Beats me. It's an awkward situation.
Ironically, some disappointments never bothered me. In high school, I ruined my 4.0 average with a B in Spanish--consequently, I graduated as salutatorian instead of valedictorian. When the horrified Spanish teacher apologized to me, I shrugged. I was genuinely happy to graduate as salutatorian. In college, I flunked a course with a D one time: chemistry. I shrugged that one off too.
The disappointments that really bothered me all had a pattern: emotional attachment, i.e., I let my guard down, allow myself to feel proud or inspired about something, and get sucker-punched. One time about 10 years ago, I wrote an essay in college. It got a C. I visited the professor's office, and asked him to justify the grade. As our conversation progressed, the emotion on my face began to puzzle him. It's just a paper, he likely thought. Little did he know how much the paper meant to me; how much time, effort, and heart that I had invested into it. I guess it was my fault for personalizing it.
Emotional attachment. The root of a lot of problems, if you ask me. :)
Read book: "Shogun" (1975) by James Clavell
After three years, I finally completed my goal of finishing James Clavell's "Shogun" . On some days, I struggled through every page because I found the boredom excruciating. I really didn't care about ancient historical backplots or side characters like villagers, concubines, prostitutes, business people, and priests. Sometimes I would claw out of a rough patch; then groan because a flashback (one of many in the book) would drag me back down. On other days, the book redeemed itself with page-turning developments about self-sacrifice, passion, and guile. The Blackthorne and Toranaga characters interested me the most.
What I liked about the book (minor spoiler alert):
What I disliked about the book:
Book vs. mini-series. I enjoyed the mini-series more than the book in that the American adaptation pretty much trimmed out the side plots. The mini-series also avoided obscenities and cultural norms that would no doubt alienate the U.S. audiences (for example, Mariko urging Blackthorne to sleep with other women besides her). For the most part, the mini-series followed my favorite character, Blackthorne. However, the book did surpass the mini-series in describing the characters' thoughts. For example, the book explained what constituted rude conduct (some punishable by death, apparently), innuendos (for example, "your mother is viewing the cherry blossoms," meant your mother is my guest but I am secretly using her as a hostage), and ulterior motives. Toranaga, in particular, seemed to plot a gazillion moves ahead. :) I liked how the book ended by disclosing all of Toranaga's true feelings, secrets, plans, and visions of the future.
Rating: 7
In my last blog entry, you might have detected some sarcasm when I mentioned interface designers. Actually, I respect good interface designers. In fact, if you asked me what I considered the greatest invention of all time, I would answer: the graphical user interface (GUI)--today known as Windows. Why the GUI? What about fire? Fire was discovered, not invented. What about the wheel? Revolutionary--but if someone else in history could have thought it up, then I snub it as the greatest invention of all time.
Thus, I meant to direct my sarcasm toward cosmetic interface designers. Designers who experiment with radical, untested novelties; capriciously change a GUI like some kind of flower arrangement; overlook the screen reader guidelines that enable blind people to read the panels; or rearrange the layout to make the English prettier at the detriment of the other languages. In other words, I direct my sarcasm toward designers who overemphasize aesthetics over usability.
The best GUIs in my opinion: Windows XP and the DVD menu for "Phantasm IV". The scene selections GUI in "Phantasm IV" resembles an airport walkway--you can either jog scene by scene or oscillate to the next four scenes without losing momentum. Best fictional GUI in my opinion: the futuristic computer display in "Minority Report" that lets you brush away and zoom in on documents using physical gestures. None of these would win a beauty pageant, but they certainly get the job done.
Lady luck smiled upon me yesterday. At lunch, the cashier asked me for $6.38. I reached into my pocket, and lo and behold: one quarter, one dime, and three pennies--exactly 38 cents. I figure that the odds of that happening at least exceeded 100 to 1. I actually live each day trying to minimize the loose change in my pocket. If I have two pennies, then I buy a tall mocha ($2.87) from our coffee cafe to get a nickel and dime back. Usually with a nickel and dime, I can buy a Jamba juice size that gets me one or more quarters back. Quarters work well for parking meters, vending machines, and movie theaters. I store them in an empty film container (or if I happen upon a shiny new state quarter, then I save it in my collection book).
Sometimes I wonder whether my routines indicate any type of aberrance. For example, once in awhile people stare at me when I eat french fries with a fork. Yes, I eat french fries with a fork. It keeps the grease off my fingers. Other people seem astonished that I only keep one fork and one spoon in my whole apartment. The reason's simple: I only need one spoon to eat my Product 19, and one fork to eat everything else. It minimizes the chore of washing dishes--a chore which I loathe more than any other chore in life. I don't mind laundry; I don't mind scrubbing the toilet (got my technique down and everything); but when it comes to dirty dishes, I embody the male stereotype. :)
After "Pan's Labyrinth" impressed me, I decided to check out the latest movies from two other acclaimed Mexican directors: Alejandro González Iñárritu (director of "21 Grams") and Alfonso Cuarón (director of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban").
I had to update my "best movies of 2006" list again. "Pan's Labyrinth" and "Children of Men" knocked off "Match Point" and "Monster House".
After days of frustration, I finally solved a mind-bending defect at work. It reminded me of one of those mystery illnesses on "House" wherein the symptoms showed no rhyme or reason. Basically, the interface failed in Japanese and Chinese (only working on singular kanji characters) but succeeded in Korean. That never happened in my experience. Asian languages all use double-byte characters, and thus exhibit identical behavior. The fact that one succeeded while the rest failed...totally illogical. Anyway, that wasn't the real problem. The real problem was that I could not reproduce the defect on my own machine. In "House", the doctors occasionally try to trigger their patient's symptoms in order to deduce the illness. Well for the life of me, I could not trigger those oddball symptoms. But finally, after days of dead-ends, I experimented with a longshot cocktail and rejoiced as each Asian language failed one by one. Have you ever seen that "House" episode where in the very last scene, House literally held the solution in the palm of his hand? That's the rush that I felt. :)
Update: I forgot to mention another oddity about this Asian character problem: that the Asian characters even had a problem at all. Typically, Asian characters rarely give me grief except in cases where clueless interface designers decide to shrink the font size on the panel. Do you know what happens when kanji characters shrink? They start to look like morse code. Side anecdote: one time a Czech sentence bled off the panel because the English designer hemmed the margins too much. This led to a standoff between me and the Czech tester. The Czech tester wanted me to enlarge the panel, and I wanted the Czech tester to re-translate the sentence to use less words. In retrospect, our debate probably sounded really frivolous and bizarre, e.g., "Bigger panel." "No, less words." Ultimately, I ended up backing down. :)
Last weekend, I flew to another WWE event: New Year's Revolution in Kansas City--which begs the question: how long do I plan to attend these WWE events? Well, probably not so much in 2007. I only have four WWE goals left to checkmark, and those matches happen very rarely. Admittedly, sometimes I complete a goal more than once to ensure the "full experience". For example, last weekend I wanted to watch a more "daredevil" steel cage match (where the wrestlers risk dangerous aerial maneuvers from within the cage) as opposed to the "psychological" cage match that I witnessed at Taboo Tuesday 2005. Just like at Taboo Tuesday, the winner escaped the cage by bursting out of the door--so I still feel that padlocking the thing would make the match more plausible. :)
I still plan to attend Wrestlemania 23 on April 1 (reserved the tickets last June). Also--my favorite event of the year, the Royal Rumble, occurs in San Antonio on January 28. With a poster like this, how can anyone resist? :)
Looks like I'll have another Royal Rumble commemorative folding chair for my closet. K-Mart sells a plastic Martha Stewart garment bag that zips up perfectly around the chair. The curved shoulder top and rectangular bottom match the contour of the chair exactly. Maybe someday I can appear on Martha Stewart's show to endorse the art of preserving WWE chairs. :)
My car insurance finally dropped from $730 a year down to $342 a year thanks to the reinstatement of my California Good Driver and Driving Safety Record Rate Level 1 reductions. Three and a half years ago on July 2003, a fender bender had dropped me to the bottom of the ladder (I had assumed that the car in front of me had driven ahead once the cross-traffic stopped--I assumed wrong--now I glance thrice during a right turn). I clearly felt at fault, and accepted responsibility for it. However, in the last possible day before the expiration period, the other driver decided that the 5 mph collision gave her whiplash and filed a claim against me. This "injury-causing" car accident assassinated my California Good Driver status, plummeted my driving safety record, and skyrocketed my insurance rates so high that I had to limit my coverage to just liability for the next three and a half years (if I had totalled my car in that time, I would've been out of luck). So all in all, I feel conflicted about hitting-and-running from a fender bender. I consider it a scummy thing to do--but in this litigious society that we live in, I can understand why people would do it. :)
Cool--Santa Clara County paid me $17.38 for my jury service. They quantified my boredom to $2.17 an hour. :)
Results for the 2H 2006 music video results are now available.
'Tis the time of year when I catch up on the winter movies:
More reflections on "Casino Royale" (minor spoiler alert): During the poker game, I found it laughable that the villain unconsciously touched his own eye during a bluff. How could someone play poker well enough to calculate the exact probabilities of their opponent's hand, yet unknowingly telegraph such an obvious "tell"?
It also amused me how Bond and Vesper could read each other so well. "You see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents, I'm going to have to go with orphan." Orphaned rather than estranged? How could he possibly know that? See, I'm not convinced that a person can draw meaningful conclusions from one encounter. For instance, I place minimal value in job interviews, first dates, or other tests of character where people try extra hard to make a good impression.
The real test requires patient observation. For example, is a person still friendly to you after you gave them what they wanted? Do they acknowledge you later? Do they ever reciprocate if you need a similar favor from them? Do they overuse flattery? Do they do anything hypocritical? How do they respond to stress or not getting their way? How do they treat other people when you're around and when you're not around?
Of course, "patient observation" relies on the premise that a person can't maintain the same facade forever. Occasionally, I have trusted some folks as genuine (or conditionally genuine). So if you can deceive a cynic like me, then consider yourself a master. :)
On a side note, a job applicant probably wouldn't want someone like me conducting the interview. I would simply pick a qualification on the applicant's resume to elaborate on--and if they beat around the bush, then I'll know that they embellished. :) Ironically, some of the worst employees that I've worked with would probably interview stronger than the best employees that I've worked with.
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Music video | "White And Nerdy" Weird Al Yankovic | "Here (In Your Arms)" hellogoodbye |
TV series | "House" (runner-up: "The Office") | "ECW on Sci Fi" |
Commercial | Burger King chicken fries commercial where two chickens heckle another chicken for hanging out with french fries, i.e., "Maybe you wanna be a french fry." | (tie) Pizza Hut commercial where Jessica Simpson sings about cheesy bites pizza (talk about selling out), and a corny Miller Genuine Draft commercial where a grocery cashier commends a man's beer purchase over the intercom. |
Soda | Aruba Jam Sprite Remix (until it got discontinued, grrr) | 7UP PLUS Island Fruit |
I travelled to more places in 2006 alone than I have in all my previous years combined. Milestones in 2006:
Everyday, I discipline myself to approach work and life professionally. If something minor annoys me (like discourtesy), then I try to shrug it off. If something major annoys me (like blatant disrespect), then I try to resolve it assertively without losing my temper. Same goes for crises. If the fan in my mini-fridge begins rattling (like a fork dancing in a garbage disposal) and I stab it with a paper clip and something cracks and water begins gushing out uncontrollably (picture Scrat in "Ice Age"), then I try not to panic (this happened just last week, by the way).
For this reason, people seem astonished whenever I take something personally. I guess it's hard to process--like Smokey the Bear tossing a cigarette in a forest. Sometimes my week just sucked and one more spark could set me off. Sometimes someone asked me the exact same question twice already and I'm just waiting for them to ask me one more time so that I won't feed guilty about losing my patience. In any case, I took this past eBay feud personally. I could have handled it more maturely, but I chose not to. I was mad. This eBay'er continuously changed stories, constantly lied, addressed me rudely, and never once took responsibility for anything. Hard to forgive someone when they never come clean. I wanted this eBay'er to suffer.
That's why I had to choke down a lot of malice and a lot of ill will to send that eBay'er a mutual feedback withdrawal request. A mutual feedback withdrawal request leaves the negative comments but simultaneously erases the -1 point for both parties. The eBay'er thought about it for awhile and finally consented. Although the outcome did not erase the malfeasance, it at least restored both of our perfect feedback scores. Interestingly, I felt better afterward. It gave me a sense of closure, and allowed me to move on with my life.
This segues into my next topic: Survivor: Cook Islands a.k.a. the season criticized for dividing the tribes by ethnicity. I must say that I enjoyed the season a lot. It finally broke the tired "all-caucasian characters with token minorities" formula. It casted some charismatic intellectuals instead of just "Real World" characters which I'd brutally characterize as promiscuous, immature, soap opera-ish, shallow, or all of the above. :) (Speaking of "Real World", that fool "The Miz" now wrestles on my WWE SmackDown! program; I suppose that's a fitting career choice.) Anyway--although this season did have certain formulaic characters (one moment that stands out: the flirtatious blonde girl kissing the spikey-haired jock), those characters got voted out. :)
My favorite "charismatic intellectuals" from the cast: Yul Kwon (the winner) and Jonathan Penner. They actually articulated my sentiment about sore losers perfectly:
Hear hear. In my opinion, the players who understand this sentiment fare better. This revisits the point I made earlier about taking something personal. The players who personalize everything, lose their temper, exclaim "You betrayed me!"; only socialize with the people they like--well, they end up burning bridges and wondering what went wrong when a conspiracy votes them out. Take Yul, for example. Even though Jonathan completely jeopardized his tribe by mutinying to another alliance, Yul stayed level-headed and managed to persuade Jonathan back for one heck of a pivotal vote (side note: I liked Yul's argument about how Jonathan would've gotten voted out within the next two rounds).
I respected Yul more than any other player. I agreed with his quote: "...I think the key to winning the game is, you know, maximizing the good luck and mitigating the bad luck." I also identified with his embarrassment when two naked drunkards flirted in the same hot tub that he was lounging in. :)
The only player I that consider better than Yul: Tom Westman, the charismatic New York firefighter. Tom inspired such loyalty in his fellow players that they felt sick voting for him (one player even forfeited an immunity challenge out of respect for him), and did not even roll their eyes when he BS'ed them with a line about "knowing you was more reward than any million dollars would bring". Unfortunately, I noticed jurors rolling their eyes at Yul's speeches. :)
Nooo! ABC is cancelling "Day Break". I hope they conclude the storyline at least.
Now I know why courtroom dramas like "Law & Order" rarely ever show voir dire. It's b-o-r-i-n-g. Even though the court clerk never called me into the jury box, I still had to endure the entire proceeding for one-and-a-half days. Here's what I had to listen to:
Tip #2: Please return to the courtroom on time. We actually had to wait around because one potential juror took a late lunch. The judge scolded him big-time as he hung his head in shame.
Aside from the boredom, I did find entertainment in predicting which juror would get dismissed. I actually picked a couple of them wrong: #1) the park ranger who graduated the academy and knew the force diagram, and #2) the ex-juror who served in a grand jury about police corruption. Neither lawyer challenged them.
Sometimes my life feels like a casino. For example, I listen to debates at work, and picture a pachinko ball ricocheting back and forth between the pegs. A puddle delays my flight, and I imagine a horse race. I feud with someone on eBay, and picture a poker showdown. I attend jury duty, and envision a keno board where I gamble on which juror will get dismissed.
I don't really fancy poker, but if you're cynical like me then everywhere you look you see poker faces--some people wearing them more so than others. Some look happy but feel unhappy inside. Some act sincere but harbor hidden agendas. Some feel insecure about something and want no one to know. Some act indifferent but in actuality, want to know whether someone will pass the test that they secretly laid out for them. Some even mastered subterfuge so well that I can't read them at all. Others give themselves away with a "tell"--the most common of them (aside from body language and inconsistencies) being acting guilty, defensive, or evasive.
How do I play poker as a metaphor for life? Well, here's some examples:
As you can tell by my introductory paragraph, this past week kind of drained me. Here's why:
In any case, we now both have negative feedbacks and that's tragic. But I'm not losing sleep over it. Personally, I don't see how she can sleep well at all knowing what she did--and if that's not bad enough--knowing that she upset some complete stranger who now knows what she looks like. I know that would unnerve me.
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play...unless you're sitting here at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Airport with nothing to do but surf the Internet. :) My flight leaves in about two hours, and nothing is open.
The ECW pay-per-view show really disappointed me for the following reasons:
On the bright side, I can cross "Elimination Chamber Match" off my list.
The highlight of my trip actually occurred by accident, prior to the pay-per-view event: Expedia unexpectedly booked me a first class seat for my Delta flight to Georgia (maybe because the economy cabin sold out?). In any case, I can finally cross that goal off my list too.
No question about it: first class rocks, and it will pain me to fly economy again. Some of the perks that I enjoyed:
Regretfully, I dozed off and missed the hot towels. I can't remember that last time I felt that recharged and tranquil. If I ever book a long international flight, I need to consider upgrading it to first-class--that's all there is to it. :)
I returned from Pennsylvania the other night, and developed my photos.
Now I ask you...what is wrong with this picture?
Answer: The proud Rocky statue--once perched on top of the steps in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (overlooking the city)--now stands relegated to a grassy area off to the right of the museum. Jobbed...
I figured out the Penna Turnpike. The empty toll booths at the onramp actually spit out a yellow ticket. This ticket indicates where you entered the turnpike. The further you drive, the more that you pay. So from Somerset back to Philadelphia, I paid about $11. Now I don't feel screwed anymore--just ripped-off. :)
My "karma" forecast looked bad today. After meandering through Somerset County for two hours longer than I would have liked, some sort of I-76 gridlock halted all of the eastbound cars for 30 minutes. So a lot of us just killed time by wandering roadside.
Then at the WWE Survivor Series, the Wachovia Center reversed all of the seat numbers so that I landed in the seat farthest from the ramp. Fortunately, I had a plan B: a backup floor ticket much closer to the ring--in a spot that the Undertaker happened to frequent! Somehow, the universe manages to balance itself out. :) Maybe I should write best practices for appearing on WWE TV. For starters, I would advise:
Also, I executed an ingenious plan for the commemorative chair: I left it behind. Why didn't I think of that before? With no chair to hold me back, I tore out of the arena and beat the post-show traffic.
As for the show, I don't think that I could've asked for better Survivor Series elimination matches. Creative combinations galore! In my humble opinion, 2006 represented a banner year for WWE pay-per-views.
One more sight to see tomorrow: a landmark restored to its original spot. Here's a hint: "Remember when we was on ice skates and I thought you was supposed to be great."
Travelling alone comes with another perk (perk #1 being the absence of shame for booking a bad hotel). Perk #2 = the absence of shame for getting totally lost. Despite driving directions from the National Park Service Web site, I wasted a whole hour ineptly searching for the Flight 93 National Memorial. For one thing, I veered east instead of west on the Penna Turnpike, and vented for half-an-hour because I couldn't turn around anywhere.
Anyway, I finally found the memorial amidst a county of backroads, idyllic towns, and rural fields. A truly unique site, this Flight 93 Memorial. Because of its unnatural, unplanned origins, no hotels, airports, or major highways exist anywhere near it. Nothing here to fuel my cynicism either--no lines, concession stands, memorabilia shops, or smiling tourists. Not even an overemphasis on any one person or legacy. Just heartfelt tributes from reverent Americans: benches engraved with the passengers' names, flags, trinkets, poems, memorials, pictures--you name it.
Is it worth driving four hours for? Hard to say. It's not like you can see any trace of the plane crash. But for me, personally--this site might signify the only place on Earth where I honestly felt no cynicism. In fact, I thought up the perfect antonym of cynicism: inspiration.
Flew in from SFO to Philadelphia today. I guess the airports relaxed their ban on liquids, gels, and aerosols. Now they allow a quart-size ziploc bag of travel-size toiletries.
This time I purchased my Philly cheese steak from Geno's Steaks (a rival of Pat's King of Steaks from across the street). I ordered a "Whiz, wit," (translation: a steak sandwich with cheeze whiz and onions). It seemed to have less meat than Pat's, but still delicious. I don't know why cheese steaks taste better in Philly than in Califonia. As for the freedom fries, they tasted funny--like the wavy, defrosted ones that I remember eating as a kid.
I'd like to think of myself as a consumer-conscious person, but somehow I got screwed today...twice.
Specifically, somehow I ended up paying twice as much for the rental car that I reserved. "We're out of economy cars," the clerk alleged. After convincing me to upgrade, buy basic insurance, and pre-pay for the gas, my online estimate doubled (I'm kicking myself for not challenging it at the time). Then he showed me to my car: a silver PT Cruiser. It looked like an SUV from the 1950s. Even with a full tank, I had to refuel during the four-hour drive to Somerset. What kind of freakish car is this? Side note: I liked the service plazas on the I-76--like mini-mall rest stops.
Then as I pulled up to a toll booth on the Somerset off-ramp, the cashier asked for my ticket.
"What ticket?" I replied blankly.
"The one on the turnpike, from the yellow box."
"What?"
"Without a ticket, you owe $17.75."
"$17.75??"
After a futile exchange, I begrudgingly paid the highway robber his $17.75--unable to reconcile what just happened.
Anyway, I figured that I should get that off my chest before I visit the Flight 93 National Memorial tomorrow. In that context, my gripes would sound petty. :)
The key eyewitness in the case of the missing birthday cake returned to work this week, and he did not take the news about the empty box well. Here's why:
Man oh man. What kind of sick person would slice through the tape on a bakery box, ignore the words "Happy Birthday Steve" on the frosting, steal the cake anyway, re-tape the box, and return the empty box to the fridge? That's disturbing--like "Black Dahlia" disturbing. Because why even bother to re-tape the box? Why not just return the empty box to the fridge without any new tape? I just can't reconcile that illogical act.
Unfortunately, this travesty will likely go unsolved and unpunished. The culprit needed a) means (a way to sneak off with a three layer cake), b) motive (a reason to steal the cake and flaunt what they did), and c) opportunity (access to the fridge). I hate to even suggest it, but I'd be interested to know which janitor was on duty that Thursday night, should I choose to pursue this. However, I'm letting the individual who suffered the most follow up on it (the poor guy in our department lottery who went above and beyond to deliver a personalized three layer cake).
In other news, a couple of people asked me what I did on my 30th birthday last Sunday. Well--I did a couple of things, actually: jack and squat. I do have two trips planned for Thanksgiving weekend and the weekend after though. After Thanksgiving Day, I plan to re-visit Philadelphia for a pro-wrestling event called "Survivor Series". A Survivor Series Match pits one team of wrestlers (typically five) against another in an elimination tag team match. When written creatively, these matches can unfold in a thrilling manner (kind of like soccer penalty shootouts if you like soccer). While in the area, I also plan to drive four hours to the Flight 93 National Memorial, re-photograph the Rocky statue, and eat a Philly cheesesteak.
Then next weekend, I plan to fly to Augusta, Georgia to complete the other goal on my pro-wrestling list: the Elimination Chamber Match. In this type of match, a steel cage with four locked chambers surrounds the ring (each containing a wrestler). Two wrestlers start out. At regular intervals, a chamber randomly opens so that a new wrestler can enter the fray. Elimination occurs by pinfall or submission until the last wrestler standing wins.
November 12, 2006: my 30th birthday. During my lifetime, I've been characterized in many ways: cynical; unassuming; stoic; quiet; conflicted; "a man of two worlds". I guess my life does sport a lot of contradictions: raised as a Buddhist, yet expected to succeed in a capitalistic society; both a liberal and a conservative; a fan of opera and pro-wrestling, owner of a music collection that includes both Enya and Rob Zombie.
Anyway, one could philosophize that certain pivotal events in my life defined who I am today. Allow me to share the top five chronologically:
My co-workers gathered in my office to honor my upcoming 30th birthday. When my office mate opened a bakery box to cut my birthday cake, she exclaimed in horror that the cake vanished! We immediately started to sleuth for clues, each clue more bizarre than the next:
Clue #1: The missing eyewitness. The co-worker who bought my cake took today off. Yesterday he brought in the box, wrote his last name on the side, and stacked plates on top of the lid. He then stored the box in a fridge on the floor above us. The box stayed there overnight. This missing co-worker represents a missing puzzle piece. I want to ask him whether the box felt light to him when he stuck it in the fridge.
Clue #2: The re-taped box. Somebody tampered with the original scotch tape on the box. It appeared to be cut and re-taped. When my office mate retrieved the box from the fridge, the stacked plates still covered the lid. Meaning--if somebody stole the cake from the fridge, then they'd had to have deliberately re-taped the empty box, re-stacked the plates on top of it, and returned the box to the original spot. I could not reconcile why a burglar would go that extra mile. If you're stealing someone's cake, why even re-tape the box; much less return the box?
Clue #3: Cake remnants. I doubt that the bakery made a mistake in packaging the cake because a) the inside of the box showed traces of frosting and smelled of strawberries (so at some point, the cake occupied the box), and b) somebody tampered with the original scotch tape on the box.
Clue #4: Walkthrough of the crime scene. Another co-worker snooped through trash cans on the same floor as the fridge, looking for evidence of frosting or used plates. No trace. However, she did spot a gathering in a cubicle room across from the fridge, where loud employees loitered around a table of food. No sign of cake though... My reasoning: if a burglar was diabolical enough to return crime evidence to the fridge (an empty box), then the burglar was probably clever enough to dump the rest of the evidence where no one could find it.
To be continued...
Bad enough that Election 2006 news coverage scrolled underneath this week's "House" episode...but then Fox had the nerve to pre-empt part of the episode so that Pelosi could brag about how the Democrats retook Congress. Arrrrgghhh!! This is why I detest politics and broadcast news. They waste my time with sensationalism and spin.
Man. Computer problems at the McCarran Airport delayed my parents' flight from Las Vegas for six hours. So they ended up waiting there for about eight hours! Ironically, I drove from Las Vegas to Anaheim to Santa Maria, and almost beat them home (they arrived at 3am and I arrived at 3:30am).
Las Vegas hardly changed since the last time that I visited there (other than Danny Gans replacing Siegfried & Roy in the Mirage marquee). I guess I never cared for the gambling, drinking, smoking, exhibitionism, or other hedonistic vices prevalent in Vegas--not because I morally object, but because I simply never understood their appeal. Alcoholic beverages, for example, taste bitter and disgusting to my tongue.
The concept of the "wiki" has deeply fascinated me this year. Not just because I moderate one at work, but because of the deeper philosophy behind what a wiki truly means. Take Wikipedia.com, for example. They have to assess wikis based on bias, contradiction, vandalism, and significance. Pause there--they have to objectively qualify significance! So...if I crusaded for a wiki titled "Steven Aoki" on Wikipedia.com, would they thwart me because I'm not "significant" enough? If so, what would make me significant enough for my own wiki article? Publishing a book? Acting in a movie? Reaching executive status in my company? Of course--I dare not experiment because at best, my ego would artificially inflate from appearing in Wikipedia; and at worst, my ego would suffer from feeling insignificant. But if any of you try it, let me know what happens. :) Based on my research of Wikipedia.com, I predict that one of the following outcomes would result:
In two weeks, my Dad celebrates his 80th birthday in Las Vegas--not that he likes Vegas. My family surprised him with Celine Dion tickets. So I'll be in Las Vegas that Saturday, and in Anaheim that Sunday. The Blue Man Group will play in Anaheim during their How To Be A Megastar Tour 2.0.
What a night. While sleeping in my bed, I suddenly craned forward to see a car coming straight for me. Instinctively, I sprung off the bed and crashed into five boxes and a table. The impact flattened one box and knocked all of my neatly stacked collections onto the floor. Eventually, I groggily crawled back into bed and slept through the rest of the night.
How much of that did I dream, you ask? Well--when I woke up this morning, I scanned my apartment panoramically: one flattened box, two overturned boxes, and a disaster area of DVDs, papers, pens, napkins, and remote controls. D'OH! Amazingly though, my body suffered no apparent injury. I wonder if "Jackass" needs another stunt man.
I haven't experienced a hallucination that vivid since the 90's. While sleeping in my bed, I saw a spider descending on my face and tore out of the room. No ordinary spider, mind you--a big sucker like one of those facehuggers in "Alien". As I loitered outside of my bedroom with a plastic bag, it eventually dawned on me that I probably dreamt the whole thing.
My parents once told me that sometime in the 80's, I sleepwalked into the living room and just stood around. Of course, I don't remember that.
Reasons why I identify with Dr. House:
Reasons why I do not identify with Dr. House:
Strange bonus feature: alternate takes where Cuddy and Cameron reenact their scenes as valley girls?? Rating: +++
Au revoir Tower Records. I drove to six different stores around the Bay Area this weekend. They all advertised 10-30% discounts, and displayed posters such as "Going Out of Business" and "Everything Must Go!"
I unplugged the refrigerator that came with my apartment. It kept waking me up at night; chugging loudly in a pathetic struggle to keep my items cold. The maintenance guys kept repairing it; the noise kept returning. So I finally purchased a mini-fridge from Best Buy as a replacement. To avoid a puddle of water under my old refrigerator, I gradually lowered its thermostat to zero (smart, huh?). But I overlooked one rule of causality: when a fridge defrosts with the doors tightly sealed, mildew and a musty odor start to result. In summary, I had to swing the refrigerator doors open and air out my apartment. At least it smelled better than that time I forgot to dry the wet clothes that I had zipped up in a gym bag for about a week. Or that time when I forgot about a corn-on-the-cob in my office (we later thought that a rat had died in the ventilation shafts).
Lessons learned from observing the deathly ill patients on "House":
My favorite episodes showcased House's talent for logical reasoning, e.g., Occam's razor, multiple Venn diagrams, a binary search algorithim (he was time-constrained in this one), and of course--process of elimination (followed by the process of revisiting a fallacious premise). It alarmed me somewhat that House and his team kept misdiagnosing the patients, but I guess that's scientific method.
Before "House", I never even knew what a biopsy or MRI entailed. But now whenever someone on House starts choking, I think "uh-oh, time to intubate stat".
Also--whenever I came to work the next day after watching "House" all night, I had to keep stopping myself from addressing my colleagues sarcastically. In "House", everyone speaks that way all the time and I love it. But in real-life, people consider that obnoxious. :)
Rating: +++In my previous blog entry, I ranted about the experience of starting a corporate workgroup. In today's entry, I'd like to rant about my experience with starting a corporate wiki site. If you don't know what a wiki is, visit wikipedia.org or click Help from this page to launch the wiki site that Allan hosts for blog.flup.org. :) I strongly believe in wikis. Given enough professionalism, I consider them the ultimate knowledge base. They do have one drawback, however. I think a co-worker once summarized it best with the phrase: "a tragedy of the commons".
Wikipedia defines the tragedy of the commons as a class of phenomena that involve a conflict for resources between individual interests and the common good. In simpler terms, this refers to people arbitrarily revising stuff without respecting the bigger picture. Wikipedia categorizes these revisions in several ways: contradictions, vandalism, bias...I've only encountered one category during this experience, though, and Wikipedia never mentioned it: schizophrenia. That is, some authors wrote Shakespeare--complete with acts and soliloquies--whereas others wrote topics suitable for the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
All in all, I still think that wikis rule. Despite the inconsistency, the site definitely exceeded my expectations.
Results for the 1H 2006 music videos are ready.
I am also writing a blog entry to commemorate my 30th birthday, wherein I reflect on the events in my life that defined who I am today (including when I started thinking cynically). Look for this mini-autobiography on November 12, 2006.
I finally watched a 1957 movie called "The Bridge on the River Kwai". I enjoyed the contrast of leadership styles between Colonel Saito and Colonel Nicholson. The former threatened the prisoners to build the bridge while the latter inspired the prisoners to build it. Of course, the latter one prevailed (except that the movie never explained why the men respected him so much).
In any case, I related to this dichotomy because of the corporate workgroup that I lead. For better or for worse, I stuck to three main leadership approaches this year:
Oddly, the contributions rose high and then stagnated right after the rewards. Did I induce complacency by rewarding too early? Did the novelty wear off? Did the group run out of ideas? All of the above? Perhaps only a postmortem can answer that.
I also had the unpleasant task of forewarning the non-contributors that only active participants would stay in the group. On one hand, participation is voluntary so why burn bridges? On the other hand, why keep around bridges that bear no results? Perhaps I'm cynical, but I feel that condoning inactivity weakens the leader's authority. Best to quietly drop the bad examples, methinks.
One final conviction that I have: credit the individual rather than the group. Boy I hate teams where the leader hogs all of the credit, or mutes individual accomplishments by recognizing the team as a whole.
So all in all, no one can dispute that the workgroup delivered results. However, how well did I do as the leader? I'm actually not sure. Amidst all the people to heed, targets to track, and moving parts to manage, reading each person became extremely challenging. This realization made me regret all of the times when I dropped hints to my boss, expecting he or she to figure out on their own that they slighted me. I find that expectation laughable now. :) I guess I should ask everyone for feedback, and brace myself for criticism.
I returned from Canada yesterday. My lessons learned from the experience:
Splurge on a hotel next time (in a better neighborhood). I did not mind the monastic accommodations or the public shower. However, the commotion outside my second-story window (during all hours of the night) stood my hair on end. Examples:
I frowned when one tourist brought his wife to this hotel. Thankfully, I travelled alone on this one–because if I were him, only hara kiri would have cleansed my unbearable shame.
Print my boarding pass early. United Airlines advertised this but I shrugged it off, figuring I'd simply print my boarding pass at the kiosk. Well, Toronto's Pearson Airport provided no self check-in that I could see; and I lucked out finding an open kiosk at SFO. The lines at the counters staggered me.
Beware of international roads and traffic laws. In Toronto, some lanes merge together with no warning whatsoever. Also, some two-way streets turn into one-way streets at night. Imagine my surprise when I drove the wrong way and saw 4 lanes of oncoming cars!
CN Tower
During my "Total Tower Experience", I visited the following CN Tower attractions:
WWE Unforgiven 2006
Highlights from the WWE pay-per-view that I attended in Toronto:
Side note: When I stood for the national anthem, it caught me off-guard that the ring announcer sang "O Canada".
I began my trip to Canada wandering around SFO International, looking for my gate. I finally found it in the domestic section. Canada = domestic? Anyway, I passed through customs without any trouble--but did smile hesitantly when the agent asked why I came to Canada. "The CN Tower," I replied, "...and a wrestling event." "Ok," she shrugged, stamping my clean passport.
Canada pretty much resembles the United States, except for the little differences:
My residence reminds me of my old college dorm: small with central bathrooms and showers. You know, I should force myself to splurge on a hotel now and then. But it's hard to justify when I barely spend any time here.
In my next blog entry, I'll reflect on the CN Tower.
What was up with the gory detail in that "House" episode last night??? If you're squeamish, don't read the following spoilers:
Anyway, I still enjoyed House's witty smart-alecky comments. "She was being metaphorical. She's trying to sound like me. I have no idea what you meant, but I could smell what the Rock was cooking," (and with that, he raised an eyebrow a la The Rock). I guess House watches WWE.
By the way, I overlooked an important question during my Q&A in a previous blog entry:
Q. Why do you like pro-wrestling?
A. I would date it back to a scholarship dinner in 1994. Following a speech
that I delivered to the Chamber of Commerce, they treated us all to a holiday
Melodrama program. The audience booed the villain (think of the mustached
goon that ties women to railroad tracks) and cheered the hero. I consider
it one of the most entertaining shows that I have ever seen. Pro-wrestling
follows a similar psychology. As long as you humor the "sports entertainment"
premise, then the gimmicks, vignettes, and wrestling movements convey a melodramatic
story.
By the way, last Monday I changed the channel to WWE after tiring of the "fifth anniversary" news coverage regarding 9/11. Instead of anything remotely insightful, the correspondents sensationalized 9/11 with sappy human interest stories and cardboard sentiments about how the event changed our lives. Sometimes I wonder whether news outlets care more about their public image than the tragedies that they report on. I felt similarly disgusted when a news broadcast exploited Steve Irwin's death with the headline: "Do animal reality shows go too far?"
I can exhale now. My passport arrived today via USPS Express Mail on the sixth business day since I expedited the application. I felt like kissing it: a little blue book with blank pages for collecting visas (slightly bent thanks to the mailman jamming it into my mailbox). The parcel included my birth certificate and passport photo too. As an illustration of my neurosis, let me explain what I did for the past week:
Of course, all of this drama could have been avoided if I had just applied for the passport earlier. But what fun would that be.
Today marks the fifth anniversary of 9/11. Man, what a surreal day that was. Now that five years have passed, I feel that I can speak more freely about the subject. Namely:
Things that still disturb me about 9/11:
Things that still inspire me about 9/11:
I still recommend the movie "United 93" which recently came out on DVD. It wove a big picture of 9/11 that I found insightful, riveting, and cathartic. Compared to real-life, movies like "Independence Day" and "War of the Worlds" seem meaningless to me now.
I hesitated at the IBM shipping dock yesterday. While attempting to mail a windshirt and a 3-in-1 bottle to IBM England, the clerk began interrogating me: "What's in the box? A bottle? What's in the bottle?" My reaction: "Ah...eh...er...nothing! It's...ehhh...like a thermos. Empty." How articulate of me. I suppose I could have jokingly replied "moonshine", but didn't want to risk security gunning me down. Anyway, the customs paperwork kept me busy for awhile.
Also, my hair finally grew back to the point where I needed another cut. The stylist looked at my head in disgust. "Who cut your hair last time?? It all uneven now! Like mohawk!! Mohawk doesn't look good on you!" As she clipped my hair, she kept coaching me to stop the next stylist from shaving my whole head like that ever again. Apparently, electric razors make hair uneven.
In my 29 years of life, I have never left the United States. That will all change on September 16 when I fly to Toronto, Canada. I plan to check off two goals there: CN Tower and TLC match. Basically, I've been letting WWE events dictate my travel destinations--gives me an excuse to book trips that I'd normally procrastinate on. :)
As such, I expedited a U.S. passport application through the Santa Maria county clerk recorder for $141.40. A rush order inflates the fee; but otherwise, I'd have to wait up to 6 weeks. Nowadays, U.S. passports require the following materials:
Needless to say, I'll be sweating for the next 7-10 business days waiting for my passport to arrive. "You should have applied for the passport earlier," my mom scolded. Thanks for that sage advice.
Hmm...I seem to have misplaced my immunization record. Well, I'll presume that I won't need shots for Canada. :)
Now to answer some questions:
Q. What is a TLC match?
A. TLC stands for Tables Ladders & Chairs. It is possibly the most dangerous match in WWE history, and the company has only hosted five of them until now. During a TLC match, a title belt hangs over the ring; and the wrestlers utilize tables, ladders, and chairs to reach it. Typically, wrestlers fall from the ladders through the tables (don't try this at home). Somehow, I again lucked out with a dead center seat.
Q. What is your favorite kind of match?
A. Without a doubt, the annual Royal Rumble.
Q. Why do you keep attending these events?
A. Two reasons: a) Gives me a good excuse to sightsee, and b) Pro-wrestlers typically retire early due to the physical tolls on their bodies; I'm trying to see my favorite wrestlers at their best before they retire permanently.
Q. Why do you keep trying to appear on camera at these events?
A. I like posting visual proof whenever I complete a goal, and screenshots provide the best evidence that I was there. :)
Q. Do you know that pro-wrestling is fake?
A. Yes...but no more fake than a play, action movie, TV sitcom, or stunt show. Just like any other melodrama, you're supposed to suspend disbelief. In fact, I'd argue that boxing deserves the bigger stigma--those guys
legitimately injure each other.
While listening to my peers' narratives about how they change a flat tire, I began noticing a trend. To loosen the lug nuts on the flat tire, they lodged the lug wrench into a 9 o'clock angle and stood on top of it! Dangerous. The best trick that I can advise came directly from my Corolla's operating manual: lodge the lug wrench into a 4 o'clock angle, brace your knees, and pull the wrench up against gravity. Seems counter-intuitive, but let me tell you: out of the half-dozen flat tires that I've changed over my lifetime, that one trick gave me the best leverage. Frankly, I don't know how I managed to flatten so many tires over my lifetime. Maybe because when something surprises me on the road, I instinctively keep the wheel straight instead of swerving.
Last night's tap dance workshop demoralized me. I still could not time step, or even tap basic moves such as the shuffle, flap, or ball change. Without these fundamental steps, the combos became impossible. I stumbled around with two left feet while my classmates tapped circles around me. Maybe I just don't have the dexterity for this.
Last night was the last workshop. I'll mark my "tap dancing" goal as "incomplete" until I decide whether to pick it up later.
After arriving at the airports really early, we ended up just breezing through the metal detectors. Hardly any lines for carry-on baggage at all. I did notice staggeringly long lines at the check-in counters though. It looked like most passengers just decided to check their baggage in. Good thing I used e-tickets.
Loved that Boston accent. While re-purchasing my toiletries at a CVS Pharmacy, the cashier asked me for fah-teen dah-lahs. "What?" I replied. "Fah-teen dah-lahs." (she pointed to a screen that read $14).
Hated driving in Boston. The "cahs" kept tailgating each other; weaving and hedging between lanes. Maniac NASCAR wah-nabes.
Boston itself seemed like a city unstuck in time. Some parts looked colonial, some looked modern, and others looked international (like Italy, for instance). I noted a lot of brick-layden structures, especially at the Hah-vard University. Other observations:
Man, I had a scare at the arena when my ticket failed to scan. The guy tried again and again; then punched the numbers in to no avail. As I stood there turning pale, he punched the numbers in one more time and nodded me in.
My first tap dancing workshop started today in the small town of Woodside (40 minutes from Silicon Valley). A co-worker recommended it to me: two workshops for $10; no tap shoes required. Afterward, they encourage the participants to audition for a community play called "Anything Goes". I doubt I'd do that unless my part called for minimal rehearsals.
Except for a couple of guys, females comprised the entire class--some of them middle-aged, but most of them under ten years old. Is that typical? Come to think of it, most people seemed incredulous of the fact that I put "tap dancing" on my goals list. I guess I don't look the type.
After today's lesson, I resolved to leave "tap dancing" unchecked until a) I master the time step; and b) I actually dance at least one musical routine in tap shoes. In a "time step", your feet must stomp-forward, hop, stomp-back, flap, tap back, tap forward, and then repeat. If I remember correctly, Natalie Portman demonstrated this maneuver in "Garden State". It embodies tap. I keep stumbling halfway through it. :(
My next workshop occurs next Thursday. Darn it, I think those shuffle moves have begun wearing a hole in my sneaker.
Perhaps I showed undue pessimism when I concluded that my entire week would suck based on a couple of misfortunes. After all, my quantum double in the National Nuclear Security Administration, Steven Aoki, probably has his hands full right now as the Deputy Administrator for Counterterrorism. The world has much bigger problems than Hulk Hogan's knee. Speaking of which, I wonder if I can carry eyedrops onto my flight to Boston. Check out my airline's new security policy for carry-on baggage:
"All Flights Within The United States AND International Flights To/From The United States
No liquids or gels of any kind will be permitted to pass security checkpoints or in carry-on baggage. This includes all beverages, shampoo, suntan lotion, creams, tooth paste, hair gel, perfumes and other items of similar consistency.
All liquid and gel items must be placed in checked baggage only. Customers may carry-on approved electronic devices such as personal computers, electronic games, and cell phones, except when traveling from or through the United Kingdom.
Exception: Baby formula or breast milk if a baby or small child is traveling; prescription medicine with a name that matches the passenger's ticket; and insulin and essential other non-prescription medicines."
Luck; karma; are these just superstitions? A way for the brain to reconcile meaningless coincidences? Consider, if you will, the latest developments from Steven's week:
Hulk Hogan vowed to wrestle in Boston despite his knee injury. Great news, I reasoned. But on the same day, somebody stole my favorite chair. Well technically, they borrowed it without asking and never returned it--which I call stealing. Anyway, I believe I had this chair for over five years. It had a long back that I could rest my head on. I searched my wing for either the guy and the chair, but found neither.
My bad week continues. A stylist butchered my hair last night. She practically buzzed it all off before I could stop her. I look like I joined the military. The cashier must have sensed my displeasure because she started arguing with my stylist in Chinese. When the stylist washed my hair, the water dribbled over my nearly-bald head and down my face. Then later the stylist picked up the razor again and I ducked, trying to save what little hair I had left. On my way out, the next customer's parents looked at my head in horror. I heard the father whisper to the mother, "Go over there to make sure she does it right," followed by the customer saying, "I just want a trim."
This week has not started out well. Last week, my friend and I felt excited about an upcoming trip to Boston where Hulk Hogan would come out of retirement for possibly his last match. When I booked the flight, Expedia warned me that I could not apply for a cancellation waiver because of the airline credits that I had used. Fine, I conceded, as I felt entirely confident about making this flight. Did I mention that Expedia sucks?
Anyway, Hulk Hogan (being the old guy that he is), managed to tear his knee while sitting on the couch--thereby jeopardizing his match in Boston. Because my friend no longer wants to go if Hogan withdraws, I'd have no more reason to drive to LAX, and now stand to lose $100 in penalties for every flight that I change (roundtrips count as two flights). If Expedia hadn't talked me out of the waiver, I'd have only lost $30. You can see why I'm more than a little angry right now.
Finally an end to the inferno outside. Just as Buddhism says that it takes the presence of death to truly appreciate life, I say that it takes the presence of an unbearable heat wave to truly appreciate cool weather.
Speaking of Buddhism, my friends and I visited the San Luis Obispo Obon festival to eat barbeque chicken. Call me cynical, but while growing up in the religion, I never felt closer to "enlightenment" from any of the traditions or rituals. In fact, I'd contend that my closest encounter with enlightenment occurred on May 25, 1999, when I gazed at my burnt apartment and considered the possibility that I had lost everything that I owned. Oddly, I felt relieved. Relieved of the responsibility of hoarding meaningless material possessions. Eh, but look at me now: countless DVDs, CD-ROMs, and video tapes; three WWE commemorative chairs and other pointless memorabilia. Sometimes I daydream of returning to that old monastic lifestyle (the month after the fire when I lived simple in a bare studio). But I'd compare my possessions to winning the lottery: even though I don't want the money, it'd pose too big of a seduction to simply donate away (hence I never buy lottery tickets).
Speaking of meaningless material possessions, I finally received the two rare movie soundtracks that I ordered from the Comic-Con: "The NeverEnding Story" and "Dawn of the Dead". Ah yes, the Neverending Story--I remember watching that movie as a kid, rooting for Atreyu and his luck dragon, Falkor, as they searched for their Empress' name to thwart The Nothing. Yeah, probably 1% of you know what I'm talking about. The "Dawn of the Dead" soundtrack brought back memories of Ken Foree dodging zombies and one particularly memorable scene where he euthanized them along a creepy, pulsating beat. Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun. Probably .1% of you know what I'm talking about now. :)
Also, my four boxes of Product 19 cereal arrived from Amazon.com. I'm rationing my consumption of it. Still puzzled why none of the supermarkets here sell it anymore. Side note: Ever eat cereal with water because you ran out of milk? Don't try it. Unless you like the image of eating fish food. :)
Wasn't happy about the 111 F degree heat yesterday; but I felt even unhappier about the three blackouts at my apartment complex last night that shut down all breezes from my fan. Not to mention that my battery backup for the DVD recorders only lasted about five minutes (at least the cable still came through for those five minutes). The heat gave me insomnia so I basically just sat there sweating in the dark (in case my TV came back on as I was trying to record something).
In other news, my weekend turned into a dichotomy of good and bad luck again. Cases in point:
Event | Good luck | Bad luck |
---|---|---|
The Tonight Show with Jay Leno | The tickets admitted us to the most convenient taping in our schedule, and we did end up on TV. | By just missing the first thirty in line, we forever missed a prominent spot in the "audience asks questions" segment. Oh well. |
San Diego Comic-Con International | After years of missing one famous celebrity after another, I accidentally ran into my two favorite "Star Trek: Voyager" characters: The Doctor and Ensign Harry Kim. | This year's event turned out more overcrowded than ever before. Registration lines extended all the way outside into 100+ degrees of unshaded heat. This might be the last year that I attend this event. |
The Great American Bash in Indianapolis | Due to another clerical error, I ended up with the best seat in the entire arena. The ticket placed me in the center of row 6. In the Conseco Fieldhouse, row 6 actually meant row 1. Woah! | I stored a backpack underneath my seat. Somebody must
have kicked their drink onto it because the backpack and everything in it
felt wet. Additionally, some kind of blackout deleted my timer recording for
the event. |
Small planes, man. During my brief flight from San Jose to LAX, I noted the following observations within United Express' 13-row fuselage:
Yesterday, my car's thermometer read 104 degrees Fahrenheit. Some choice: freeze to death in a refrigerated office or burst into flames outside. Then today (according to Jay Leno's monologue), we had been waiting outside of NBC Studios in 109 degree heat. Good thing an outcropping shaded the line. Also, NBC Studios really chilled their set (which looked smaller and phonier in person, by the way).
Speaking of "The Tonight Show with Jay Leno", we just returned from today's taping (4pm to 5pm) Pacific time. My notes about the experience:
Tickets were free. I mailed a letter to NBC Studios a few months back requesting three tickets for one preferred date and three alternative dates. Around July 5, they sent me three tickets for July 21. I still don't know how to appear in the front row chairs to shake Jay's hand though. It wasn't first come, first serve.
First thirty people in line likely received the best seats. Lucky me. I ended up #31 in the line. We showed up a little before 1pm, and watched the first thirty people go in early. The ushers seated most of them in the center of the right section, and seemed to fill up the remaining seats in a spotty fashion. Oddly, one guy about 10 people behind us ended up prominently on camera. Luck of the draw I guess.
Seats on the rightmost stands most likely show up on TV. When audience members (including Kevin Smith) asked Jay questions, the camera fixated on the righthand section. I'll likely show up as a speck at the beginning of the show. I wore a bright neon cap, and sat in the middle section over the big TV near John Melendez.
Boring guests. I didn't find Tina Fey and the NFL sportscasters (Chris Collinsworth & Jerome Bettis) too interesting. I felt an urge to change the channel, but couldn't. Never heard of the band (MercyMe), but their song sounded pretty decent. Spoiler: Tina Fey will announce that she's leaving Saturday Night Live for "30 Rock".
Update 12/1/2008: During the taping, I could've sworn that I saw a scar on Tina Fey's face. Now I found proof.
What you didn't see...
Due to a PG&E; power outage, the IBM lab has no water until 7pm today. Of course, that didn't stop me from working. It's an endurance test, you see: how much work can Steve finish before he needs to rush offsite? :) The site set up portable toilets in the dock, but forget that! I'm just going to hold out. :)
After ignoring World Cup soccer all month, I happened to catch the final game this afternoon. That retired French captain, Zinedine Zidane, oughta try out for pro-wrestling next. What a terrific headbutt! That Italian player dropped like a stone.
Almost tossed out a letter from our state controller, Steve Westly. The envelope contained a check from the State of California for $300.31. Apparently, I grossly overpaid my state income tax (reason code TC): "You incorrectly computed the tax amount on your return. A change in the tax amount could affect the computation of your schedules." Well--instead of feeling elated like some normal person, I felt upset about committing such an egregious error (picture that TV detective, Monk). After all, this year I calculated my state tax by hand instead of by tax software. I also couldn't remember whether I ever tossed out this guy's letters in the past--because they sure look like political spam to me.
Speaking of "Monk", props to a scene in the season premiere where he anguished over a speck of glitter that wouldn't come off of his hand. Hahaha, I can't stand that stuff either. When it sticks to my skin, I have a heck of a time brushing it off too. And don't get me started on those greeting cards that overuse the stuff.
I'm probably setting a new personal record this year for the number of travels outside of California. I travel to Indianapolis this month, and Boston next month. Incidentally, I'll be crossing off yet another goal this year: attend a late night talk show. Yup: three tickets to the Tonight Show with Jay Leno at the NBC Studios in Burbank.
While staying at my parents' house over the Fourth of July weekend, I had an odd dream about magic edomame. It worked like a remote control--but for human beings instead of TVs (like that movie "Click"). The effects varied depending on the bean that I squeezed:
I forgot what the other beans did. In any case, this dream contrasted from my other dreams in that I retained all of my inhibitions. So I felt indecisive about how to use this enormous power. I think right before I woke up, I resolved to expand my goals list by sneaking into inaccessible places like movie sets or backstage areas. :)
For those of you who never heard of Extreme Championship Wrestling (ECW), it's a pro-wrestling circuit where the performers stun the audience with mind-blowing stunts. Kind of like backyard wrestling, I suppose. Many of the matches involve tables, ladders, chairs, singapore canes, barbed wire, garbage cans, etc., etc. Also, the fans chant very vocally in an unruly manner (one of my initial reservations about going).
ECW audiences chant "E-C-Dub!" throughout the show. They also chant a lot of obscenities that would justify washing their mouths out with soap. :)
Who's that obnoxious guy holding an arrow sign so close to the camera? :) I'm standing next to Sabu a.k.a. "the homicidal, suicidal, genocidal, death-defying maniac". Later in the night, he crashed through a table. :)
Hardcore legend Mick Foley...later in the night, a shot from a flaming 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire knocked him through a board of barbed wire. "E-C-Dub! E-C-Dub!" Kids, don't try that at home. :)
The narrow entrance aisle allowed me to high-five wrestlers or pat them on the back as they walked by.
Yes, that sudden flurry of singapore canes startled me. :)
All in all, I enjoyed the show and felt impressed by the stunts that I witnessed. If I had one complaint, it would that security allowed the fans to stand on chairs and lean over the railings. Despite my unexpectedly great seat, these standing fans often blocked half of my view. Oh--and to my disappointment, I received another free commemorative steel chair. More of a curse than a gift. UPS wanted to charge me around $170 to ship it to myself, so I said "forget it," and carried that heavy thing across Manhattan (my arms still feel dead). Amazingly, between the Web and my cell phone, I actually found a buyer for the chair (making me $50 richer rather than $170 poorer). Fortune really smiled on me in New York --to summarize:
Manhattan seemed hotter, dirtier, and more impoverished than I last remembered. I guess its mayor doesn't share Rudy Giuliani's philosophy about focusing on the details (such as keeping a homeless person off the street). The bold drivers and pedestrians didn't change at least. :)
Ate at White Castle for the first-time. I don't understand those tiny hamburgers. Pretty tasty though.
The World Trade Center site had a few changes from when I last visited in 2004:
The site teemed with visitors. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I find it disrespectful when tourists photograph themselves at the WTC viewing wall with big smiles like they're posing in front of the Grand Canyon. To me, that's like modeling for pictures in front of a coffin at a funeral. At least show a solemn expression or something.
If you died without hearing Andrea Bocelli perform "Con Te Partirò" live (a.k.a. "Time to Say Goodbye"), then you did not truly live. I've listened to this emotional masterpiece on the radio and in the car commercial, but never live with Andrea only a few feet in front of me. Methinks that he intentionally saved it for the very last encore to catch the audience off guard. Don't get me wrong--I enjoyed the first two encores before it (a stirring rendition of "Can't Help Falling in Love" and "Because We Believe"), but without "Time to Say Goodbye", I would've left the HP Pavilion disappointed. :)
Yup, the HP Pavilion--this concert took place in the San Jose's own Shark Tank, complete with beer and nacho vendors. Can you picture it: formally dressed opera fans eating nachos and sitting on folding chairs.
I told myself that I wouldn't checkmark my "Italian opera" goal if Andrea just sang pop songs. Fortunately, Italian opera monopolized the program. Big-time classics, no less (such as "Funiculi, Funicula")--the kind that I only could only remember hearing from animated satires. Boy, Andrea (and his baritone and soprano buddies) can sure belt those notes out. Sometimes I feared that their frequencies would blow out my eardrums. :) Also, bravo to the conductor Steven Mercurio for an awesome rendition of the "Scent of a Woman" tango. Side note: the conductor futilely signalled the audience to sing along with "Can't Help Falling in Love"; sing along with Andrea, are you kidding me??
Grazie mille, Andrea--I rate your concert a 10.
It'll be hard readjusting to American music again after tasting the "filet mignon" of Italian opera. As I walked out of the HP Pavilion, my nose crinkled from the sound of a passing car's subwoofer-enhanced hip hop.
Ironically, I fly to Manhattan in about four hours to watch a live Extreme Championship Wrestling event.
I wish I had my camera yesterday--I could've won a Pulitzer. :) While driving through the Bailey on-ramp, I passed by a highway patrolman changing a flat tire on his cruiser. As I watched him in my rear view mirror, I mused: Guess they're human after all. In hindsight, perhaps I should've lent a hand but he appeared to have the situation under control. :)
This led me to reflect on other poignant images in my lifetime. One sight that I'll never forget: the x-ray of my own skull. I still detest the dental technician for airing that in my face. It was like a mirror image of my future self: dead and buried six feet under with all of the flesh on my face disintegrated. Similarly, when I look at a real mirror, I can't help but gaze upon the single strand of gray hair on the crown of my head. A reminder of my own mortality. And I know that if I pull it out, ten more will spring up in its place. :) I wish I had enough conviction to wholeheartedly believe in an afterlife, but the scientist in me keeps tormenting me with the possibility that my consciousness would simply cease to exist upon death. :)
On average, I would like to think that I appreciate life; that I would never take it for granted by fixating on minor grievances in it. But today, I can't help ranting about some things that suck.
Things that suck:
Rising gas prices. Not because of the fact that I have to pay $35+ for one tank of gas. Rather, because of the fact that I'm forced to conserve gas by patronizing the theater next to my apartment instead of driving to my favorite theaters in Campbell. Although the theater has improved, I still resent its teenage pest problem and occasionally burnt popcorn. :)
Caffeine immunity. Every afternoon, I drink one tall single-shot mocha from our IBM coffee bar. Now I feel inert. My body no longer responds to a spot of tea, a shot of espresso, or a can of Mountain Dew. I have no choice but to suffer though it. I can't drink more than one can of Mountain Dew because I fear diabetes. I can't drink more than one shot of espresso because I fear caffeine withdrawl headaches. I also remember what happened to Ellen Burstyn in "Requiem for a Dream" when she chose to swallow two stimulants instead of one--the choice signified the beginning of her drug addiction. :)
Travel agencies. Remember my cancelled flight to Minnesota? Well, I finally applied the $338 credit toward another, cheaper $92 flight. "By the way, you'll notice some extra fees on your credit card," the agent casually explained:
Plus $47 in nonrefundable taxes and booking charges. I mean, why did they even stop there? Why not fine me the rest of the $49 to complete the highway robbery??
The Burger King at 4040 Monterey Highway. Ever since I boycotted that place for making me wait in the parking lot (so they could cheat to win their "Fastest drive thru in the nation" award), I heard that they now trick their timer by making the cars back up a few feet. I also heard that they've won multiple speed awards since nobody has ever blown the whistle on them. Man I hate that place.
Preventative maintenance. That's what my ghetto apartment complex called it. My kitchen sink used to work perfectly fine--but after the crew performed some kind of "preventative maintenance" on it, the thing began leaking. That night, I recoiled from stepping on a big puddle of brown water.
End of rant. :)
Apparently, old people can get as loud as teenagers. That "dishes" scene in the movie sparked an argument between the elderly couple behind me. It started with the wife telling her husband, "Yeah, just like you!"
One time a "courting incident" sparked a big debate among my IBM colleagues: a male co-worker gave a pink rose to his date, and she replied, "Thanks, but I prefer red." While the women in our circle saw nothing wrong with this "constructive criticism", we men could not believe that she'd have the nerve to look a gift horse in the mouth like that. "She should feel happy to get any rose at all," we rationalized.
Another amusing debate centered around what men like to do to unwind. Interestingly, the women could not comprehend the male ritual of "doing nothing on a weekend" (well, doing nothing constructive anyway).
I bought the greatest hits of Twelve Girls Band at Tower Records. They're like the Chinese equivalent of Bond. After listening to disc 1, I popped disc 2 into my CD player. Bewilderment began to creep over my face. Odd, I thought. Disc 2 sure sounds like disc 1. I ejected the CD: "disc 1". I flipped the case open: "disc 1". Noooooo...! Two disc 1s!! Why? Why?!?!
Couldn't help but laugh at this proverb in my fortune cookie: "When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out--because that's what's inside." How profound.
I made the mistake of watching a horror movie on a Saturday night at one of those mall theaters. Noisy teenagers galore. The rowdy kind with no class. The kind that show no respect when you shush them. The kind that hoot at the actresses on-screen (oddly, both the men and women do it). The kind that share their stupid, shallow comments with the whole audience. I guess I should feel thankful that I didn't see "United 93" with them. Given the emotion of that movie, I could just picture myself yelling "Show some respect, you rotten kids!" like some crotchety geezer.
Too bad theaters can't enforce some kind of zero tolerance policy, complete with bouncers and black lists. Yeah, the criteria should be:
Anyway, later that evening I stopped by a Best Buy to purchase a video game (the kind encased in a security box). The cashier happened to be a teenager, unfortunately. Instead of walking over to the employee with the key, he decided to flick the box to the employee like a frisbee. The box clattered on the ground, and the other employee picked it up all nonchalantly. To their shock, I turned into a real jerk about it and demanded a refund. "I don't want it anymore after you throw it on the ground like that!" Ok, perhaps I overreacted. I'd like to think that his actions set me off, rather than some pent up anger toward teenagers. :)
Wow, a first in the original Law & Order series . For 16 years, no detective has ever discharged their firearm on the job--until last night's episode.
So my mind-blowing, groundbreaking, revolutionary, paradigm-shifting discovery has kicked off...at a snail's pace. Actually, a snail could probably outrace it. Which is to be expected, I suppose. I recall that no one believed that computers would end up in peoples' homes, but it eventually happened with the right marketing and the right business politicking (none of which I'd consider myself a guru at). That's why I'd pick Steve Jobs as my career mentor. I credit him with shifting the paradigm thrice: the home computer (Apple //), the Windows interface (Macintosh), and the iPod. Although he invented none of these devices, I respect him for understanding the customer and knowing exactly how to push the product.
Anyway, maybe I can salvage a minor victory from this discovery, or at least plot a master plan for next year. That's another parallel that I see between business, short track speedskating, and pro-wrestling:
I heard a really cool metaphor recently; used to characterize a strategy for persuading many reluctant people into eventually supporting your project: "the thin edge of the wedge". Meaning, you keep pushing little by little until your project becomes more and more accepted. It kind of goes along with a couple of other proverbs that I've adopted:
Was it worth watching? Yes.
Given the sensitivity of the subject matter, I felt that the director depicted the events in an appropriate, realistic way. Although the film initially started slow like a disaster movie (I grew uneasily restless waiting for the crashes to occur), it employed none of the cliches such as personal sub-plots, catch phrases, or summaries of the situation. The film basically followed the disarray among the air traffic employees, military personnel, and Flight 93 passengers in torturous real-time. I began to feel ashamed that I had slept through all of this on the morning of 9/11.
In conclusion, brace yourself for this film's final sequence--oh man. The intensity and emotion of it. Every muscle in my body tightened up.
Update: I raised my rating of the film because days have passed and I still feel inspired by it. One review captured my sentiment of the movie perfectly: "cathartic".
Rating: 10April 27, 2006: The day that I discovered something so mind-blowing, so groundbreaking that it could revolutionize my entire corporate community. While I cannot divulge this discovery (IBM confidentiality and what not), let's just say that it resembles the simplicity of a light switch, and could potentially foreshadow an entire paradigm shift. Strangely, I didn't feel like the caveman who first discovered fire. Rather, I felt more like evil Kirk when he discovered the device that could blip his enemies out of existence. I don't really have enemies here at IBM (not like the kind of enemies that I had in school anyway)--but I do know of colleagues that would, for example, blatantly accept credit for a patent that I invented.
On another subject, I committed to leading a technical workgroup across IBM this year. In previous years, I never felt ready--after all, what gave me the right to tell fellow colleagues what to do (some no doubt being smarter than me)? It all comes down to self-confidence and arguably, the size of one's "ego". The ego to say: "I am qualified to lead them"--even if it requires deciding issues with little or no information, or standing up to criticism and poor performance.
#$%@! it all!!! Sprite discontinued my favorite soda AGAIN: Aruba Jam Sprite Remix. The supermarket continues to take away my most cherished products. First it was Tropical Sprite Remix; then it was Product 19. Hmm...this is funny: Amazon.com still sells Product 19. I wonder how they'd react if I ordered say, ten boxes? :)
We have a hilariously cynical co-worker at IBM; a curmudgeonly Chinese guy that visits my office from time to time to complain about the stupidities of society and corporate life. One time, it insulted him that I liked to order teriyaki chicken at Japanese restaurants. He reasoned that a real Japanese person would not enjoy that dish. So instead of referring to me as "Steven", he began calling me "Teriyaki Chicken" (example: "Hey Teriyaki Chicken, get back to work!"). I finally had to shush him out of fear that passing bystanders would interpret his comments as racist. Anyway, it recently disgusted him to learn that I attended Wrestlemania 22 in Chicago. So now he calls me "Wrestlemania" (example: "Hey Wrestlemania, get back to work!"). That inspired the topic for today's blog entry: why I like World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE).
To my amusement, the WWE metaphorically mirrors the business world--only more physically in that the employees hit each other with chairs. :) I actually discerned many parallels to corporate life, in particular:
Update to my goals list: Crossed four items off, attached photos to them, and colored each section according to the Trivial Pursuit pie pieces.
Also answered a number of questions about my road trip below:
Q. Do you have any pictures?
A. Yes, I developed 13 rolls of film and posted the more interesting photos below in the blog entries, including what I looked like after the accidental mud bath.
Q. What impressed you the most?
A. Wrestlemania and Bryce Canyon.
Q. What unexpectedly impressed you the most?
A. Wrestlemania, the Badlands, and the Iron Skillet restaurant.
Q. What did you enjoy the least?
A. Wall Drug and Wind Cave.
Q. What disappointed you the most?
A. Deep dish pizza, Wall Drug, and the Grand Canyon.
Q. What souvenirs did you buy?
A. One Grand Canyon coaster and six bookmarks. It thrilled me finally find
one coaster instead of the 3-packs, 5-packs, or 10-packs.
Q. Would I ever do it again, or re-visit anyplace?
A. No. At least not for a long while. :)
What a Web cam of our road trip would look like:
HOURS LATER...
Our current location: Los Angeles, California
Time travelled today: 5 hours, 45 minutes
Time travelled in all: 7 days
Distance travelled in all (final): 3136 miles
Our road trip ended today in Los Angeles. Before returning the rental car, we dropped all of our baggage off in Pasadena. We accumulated much more than what we started with. We must have looked out-of-place riding LAX's long-term-parking shuttle without carrying any luggage. :)
My Corolla felt like a mini cooper after driving that SUV for so long.
I decided upon three reflections about this road trip:
Our current location: Needles, California
Time travelled today: 11 hours
Distance travelled in all: 2850 miles
The Quality Inn washing machine managed to clean all that mud from my clothes. I decided to dump the camera bag though.
Finally...back in California at the Days Inn & Suites--Needles. We crossed the Colorado River on the I-40, which I believe is an interstate formerly known as Route 66. Fitting way to conclude a road trip. Next and final stop: Los Angeles.
Our current location: Page, Arizona
Time travelled today: 12 hours, 20 minutes (2 hours, 20 minutes spent hiking)
Distance travelled in all: 2468 miles
Bryce Canyon...home of the disproportionate rock pinnacles called "hoodoos". I felt that these curious formations distinguished the park from say, more run-of-the-mill nature preserves like Yosemite. Same dead silence though.
Much of the park appeared frozen over despite the warm sun. Glad I wore my ski clothes because the wind and snow proved rather cold. Sometimes I'd step on a snow bank, and my leg would sink right down to the knee!
In my opinion, if Bryce Canyon had one failing--it would have to be its muddy trails. My friends and I decided to hike across the Navajo Loop (we ended up spending 2 hours and 20 minutes walking due to the trail closures, in fact). Well, the mud kept sucking on our boots like molasses; splashing on our pants, and caking up.
But that all paled to the tragedy that befell me...
While descending a harrowing zig-zagged trail called "Wall Street", I slipped on a patch of ice. After crash-landing flat on my back, wet mud splashed all over my jacket, pants, and camera bag. I looked like a chocolate creamcicle afterward. On the bright side, it freed me from my aversion to getting dirty (for instance, I no longer had to tip-toe around puddles). On the negative side, passing hikers kept staring and smiling at me like some kind of walk of shame. Yes, I fell down into a pool of mud, ok?--leave me alone.
Man, I still can't believe that hikers brought their kids along these hazardous trails. Seemed like one misstep could easily plummet someone to their doom.
Tonight, we collapsed into a Quality Inn room in Page, Arizona (the altitude and steep slopes hit us hard). Not sure what time it is since for some reason, Arizona doesn't observe Daylight Savings Time. Next stop: Grand Canyon, followed by the final leg of the road trip!
Our current location: Beaver, Utah
Time travelled today: 10 hours, 45 minutes
Distance travelled in all: 2207 miles
Well, today marked the first time that I've ever driven through snowfall. From the Rocky Mountains to Salt Lake City, our SUV braved a relentless onslaught of snow, rain, and sleet. Craziness.
Tonight, we holed up at a Super 8 Motel within Beaver, Utah. Next stop: Bryce Canyon National Park.
Our current location: Laramie, Wyoming
Time travelled today: 11 hours, 15 minutes
Distance travelled in all: 1632 miles
Due to winter snow conditions, Yellowstone closed all roads into the park except for the North Entrance. No tours or Old Faithful access either--hardly worth risking an icy, 6-hour detour into Montana just for Mammoth Hot Springs. Hence, we opted to bypass Yellowstone altogether. Instead, we backtracked to the Wind Cave National Park. See the revised route.
Tonight we're staying at the AmeriHost Inn & Suites in Laramie, Wyoming. Next stop: Salt Lake City and then Bryce Canyon.
Our current location: Gillette, Wyoming
Time travelled today: 13 hours, 40 minutes
Distance travelled in all: 1170 miles
As you can probably deduce from our travel time, I'm beat. Today we raced along the I-90 in order to photograph both Mt. Rushmore and Crazy Horse before sunset. You know, sometimes we have good days; sometimes we have bad days. Well, I have to say that today it was a good day. Reasons:
South Dakota turned into a loooong drive. Miles, miles, miles of brown fields and repetitive billboards--most notably "Wall Drug", which I explain below. In total, we visited the following sites today:
On a side note, I've yet to hear anyone speak with a dialect. Maybe I'm not north enough?
We're currently staying at a suite in the Comfort Inn in Gillette, Wyoming. Next stop: Yellowstone National Park. Except that I heard that they closed most of the roads. :( We'll see.
Our current location: Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Time travelled today: 11 hours
Distance travelled in all: 589 miles
Chilly winds assailed our SUV as we journeyed across three separate states today. Thankfully, the sun smiled upon us. We basically stayed on the I-90 the entire time, swapping drivers about every three hours. The SUV also required periodic re-fueling to keep up that whopping pace of 19 miles per gallon.
After travelling the I-90 for awhile, I noticed some differences from the 101--little differences, if you will. Examples:
Additionally, I noted the following observations for each state:
We began noticing patches of frost along the road--possibly foreshadowing the snowy conditions to come.
P.S. I appended a couple of updates to my previous blog entry. I guess you can call them "afterthoughts".
Update: I decided to lay off anything greasy for the next few days to purge myself of that unsettling Chicago food.
"Grant Wood's American Gothic, normally on view in this gallery, is currently on loan to the Renwick Gallery of the Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C., for an exhibition on the artist. It will return to the Art Institute by mid-June 2006."D'oh!
Update: To my surprise, this museum lets you photograph paintings as long as you don't use flash. Man they're trusting...
Afterward, a boy on crutches and his mother offered to buy the souvenir ring chair from me for $110. When I accepted, the boy paid out of his own wallet. Man, I thought that the mother would pay for him. So even though his cash fell short by $36, I let him have the chair. Actually, I felt bad accepting any money from a boy who resembled Tiny Tim--but as I left, I started to speculate whether they pulled a fast one on me. Oh well. I'd rather that some boy have it than an adult dealer.
Drizzling here in Chicago. I keep forgetting that this city falls under Central Standard Time. Daylight Savings Time didn't help matters.
Just came back from a WWE brunch where a panel of jobbers fielded fan questions. Which reminds me--I wanted to praise one Hall of Fame inductee last night for his exemplary attitude: Tony Atlas. I once caught a documentary where Tony struggled to find work after the WWE. He even resorted to "shoot wrestling" where a boxer continuously punched him for the audience's entertainment. I remember really pitying the guy. Last night, I felt even sorrier for him when he talked about growing up poor and ending up homeless. But then he moved me by shrugging all that off, and saying: "I still feel truly blessed." "It doesn't matter whether you live in a mansion, or grow up dirt poor--we live in the greatest country in the world." Although the last part sounded a little corny, I sincerely felt inspired by his ability to appreciate life despite losing everything. I think Sheryl Crow sang it best with the lyric: "It's not having what you want; it's wanting what you've got."
Misty 45 degrees F today. I don't get this place, Chicago. No hot dog stands in sight--did they all migrate? Also, hardly anything open on a Saturday afternoon in downtown, including Morton's Steakhouse. We'll try again tomorrow, I guess.
My vacation began with a rocky start. After three hours of sleep, Rene, Victor, and I caught a 6am flight from LAX to ORD. During our descent, the Chicago winds blew our plane up and down. Well--that was according to our pilot to excuse his crappy roller coaster of a landing. I suspect that he dropped out of NASA, because the descent reminded me of a weightless flight simulation.
After that sickening ride, our next stop didn't help me feel any better: Pizzeria Uno, the birthplace of the Chicago-style deep dish pizza. First of all, the place was tiny (which probably explains that Pizzaria Due extension down the street), and required about a 50 minute wait to get in. Then the waitress crammed us into a booth so small that our legs tangled up under the table (remind me to show you a funny picture of this). I would characterize their deep dish pizza as "cheesecake topped with tomato sauce". After one-and-a-half slices, I couldn't take anymore. Rating: 3
For our road trip, we ended up renting a small SVU from Budget: a silver Hyundai Santa Fe. Quite a bargain, actually (by bargain, I mean the only one-way rental priced under $1000). Traffic on the I-90 sucked; bumper-to-bumper even during off-peak hours. In addition to the high winds, it rained and rained. Thankfully, the weather didn't seem too cold (about 60 degrees F).
For the weekend, we're staying at the Hyatt Regency O'Hare executive wing. I can tell it's fancy because our mini-fridge contains alcohol. Too bad that none of us drink.
About to leave San Jose en route to Los Angeles. The rental car awaits at Chicago O'Hare International Airport. Expect that car to start moving across the map on Monday. That's why today's blog title contains a hidden Monopoly reference.
Thanks to the laws of physics, I had to cancel my trip to the World Short Track Speed Skating Championships. How inconvenient that I cannot co-exist in two places at the same time. Otherwise, I could watch the speed skating race and register for Wrestlemania 22 weekend simultaneously. Oh well. Ohno decided not to race, so I considered it a no-brainer. Anyway, Expedia let me cancel my flight for a $30 fee and a $50 airline fee for refunding my ticket as credit toward another flight. Plus I lose $40 on the speed skating ticket unless I can pawn it on eBay.
Wherever possible, I'll try to update my blog during each leg of my road trip. I'm not bringing my laptop, so hopefully the motels will have computers for me to access the Internet.
In IBM news, my new manager restructured our department and appointed me to the technical lead position. As a result, the team's Lotus Notes databases fell under my jurisdiction. My initial reaction: apathy. However, as I began redesigning the database interface, a rush of megalomania surged through me. I could basically create or remove any graphical control that I wanted, e.g., a recycle bin or a button to broadcast to the department. I even considered a big red button labelled with: "Don't push me" to mess with my co-workers' minds. But I decided not to abuse my authority. Instead, I installed that button on my home page. :)
Speaking of my Web site, I posted the new music video results for 2H 2005. To my chagrin, I discovered an ongoing clerical error with tiebreaking rule #3 (the tiebreaker where I discard the highest and lowest rankings). I mistakenly weighted the larger averages more than the lower averages (a lower ranking should have counted as a better score). Good thing I don't judge Olympic figure skating. :) Being the perfectionist that I am, I decided to audit every spreadsheet from 1997 to 2005, and corrected six clerical errors. Yup, expect to see this incident somewhere my "worst events of 2006" list--not because I made six mistakes, but because I allowed my neurosis to correct them. :) On another trivial note, I found the one and only tie (in the 2001 music spreadsheet) that forced me to invent tiebreaking rule #4. The tie occurred between 112 and Madonna, believe it or not.
How's this for a TV movie: Steve vs. the automated calling machine. That infernal device has called my apartment 1-2 times a day for the past two weeks--most often at 4pm and 8am! "This is an automated message [for Pablo]...call L.A. Interstate at..." Well, I called that place twice already--told them I didn't know this "Pablo" person--and twice they claimed to take me off the list. The calls continued. I mashed all the phone buttons simultaneously trying to confuse the machine. The calls continued. I disconnected my phone for awhile. No more calls. I plugged my phone back in. The calls continued.
Coincidentally, this year's World Short Track Speed Skating Championships take place in the United States (Minneapolis, Minnesota) starting on Friday, March 31. Seeing as I visit Chicago that weekend, it gives me the perfect opportunity to cross the goal off on my list and to watch Ohno skate his potentially last competition (he hasn't decided whether he'd retire yet, having achieved the "perfect race" and all). So to summarize my end-of-March weekend: Friday=short track, Saturday=WWE Hall of Fame; Sunday=Wrestlemania 22; Monday-Sunday=road trip from Chicago to L.A. in a rental car.
Man, Suncoast and Sam Goody continue to close down their outlets. Now I have to drive 45 minutes for the nearest store.
I lost a bet with a colleague on last night's Academy Awards. She bet me a latte that both Ang Lee and "Crash" would win Oscars. "The odds go against that," I lectured. "If the director wins an Oscar, typically their movie wins too. Plus the movie with the most nominations, i.e., 'Brokeback Mountain', almost always wins." Well, guess I owe someone a latte now.
Man, I haven't felt this ecstatic in a long time. If I had to identify just one role model, I'd probably pick my quantum universe double: Apolo Anton Ohno--not just because of his Japanese American roots, but because he works hard, thinks right, and charms all the ladies. :) Also, look at all of the obstacles that he overcame: South Korean death threats over his disputed 1500M win, a 1000M pile-up, a 500M disqualification, injury, a 1500M slip, and a bad track record going into last night's 500M race. To tell you the truth, I virtually ruled him out of that race. :)
So after the suspenseful quarter-final and the harrowing semi-final (where Ohno slipped from last place to second), I remember thinking: he'll need to skate his best race ever to even entertain the idea of a medal. Then the final came around: one false-start. Two false-starts. Nerve-racking! Finally, I hopped up and down in disbelief as he led the entire race. Man, what a perfect way to close out the XX Olympic Winter Games.
In conclusion, I would rank the top five 2006 Olympic moments as follows:
These exciting Winter Olympics inspired me to add another event to watch on my goals list: an Olympic event. I guess a logical choice would be an indoor event at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada. Tickets go on sale starting early in 2009. :) In case you wondered where the future Olympics will take place:
Maybe Apolo Anton Ohno will skate the short track and finally beat those South Koreans. Or maybe his girlfriend, Allison Baver, will realize her dream of qualifying for an Olympic short track final. At the risk of sounding sardonic, I'll stop there. :)
Crossed another goal from my list; details below.
To my "dismay", over 75% of our top USA Olympic competitors disappointed me last night. Michelle Kwan withdrew from figure skating; Bode Miller and Daron Rahlves biffed their alpine downhill skiing after switching to new skiis at the last minute (!); and Apolo Anton Ohno swerved into last place during an easy 1500 M short track semifinal. At least that teenage mutant ninja turtle snowboarder secured the halfpipe gold medal. :)
Admittedly, the Ohno mishap seemed like karma to me. He angered the Koreans four years ago with that disqualification win in the 1500 M, and now the Koreans swept first and second this year. Frankly, I would've felt scared for Ohno's safety if he had won the 1500 M again--also, I would've worried about that Korean skater committing ritual suicide. :)
I'm impressed by how well that the Olympics reformed the figure skating scoring system since that pairs figure skating scandal. When I read a record book of the judges' past Olympic scores, their blatant partisan bias disgusted me. So now, in the new scoring system:
The one drawback to this new scoring system: it now favors the best skaters (meaning, no more gold medals for USA). :)
Now that I've seen all five "best picture" Oscar nominees for the first time ever, I can attempt some "educated" Oscar predictions for 2005:
Eventful times at IBM...last week, the divisional director introduced our new manager--to our surprise, the guy who formerly managed our product installation team. What a contrast--it's like replacing a politician with an engineer. For instance: during my first meeting with him, we discussed installing an online help system and I ended up commenting, "But why am I explaining this to you--you led the programmers that developed the framework for it." My ex-manager, in contrast, tended to struggle with anything remotely technical.
Also last week, IBM filed my patent and awarded me with an "Invention Achievement Award". Sort of. While announcing my award, the presenter called out the wrong name--at which point, the guy accepted my patent award and everyone applauded him! This completely stunned me. I blurted aloud, "Patent infringment!" and everyone stared at me. Afterward, the presenter criticized the guy for not saying anything, and he just smiled sheepishly.
This Monday I returned from the Royal Rumble 2006 in Miami. My impressions of Miami:
I must say, I'm a genius sometimes. I drew a sign that guaranteed my visibility in the Royal Rumble audience. See the screenshots below.
As I sit here typing, random questions pop in my mind:
Last week, my longest-lasting IBM manager of five-and-a-half years announced her promotion out of the department--which I consider unfortunate as I learned a lot from her. Without her advocacy and pressure to improve, I question whether I could've succeeded in IBM to the extent that I did. In closing--thanks for the good run, and best of luck in your new job.
This begs the question that I'm sure everyone's had to ask themselves time and time again: what now? Should I continue waiting for opportunities to come to me, or should I grab hold of the wheel and make my own opportunities? Ehhh...I think for now, I'll just fly to Miami and watch pro-wrestlers hit each other with steel chairs.
In regards to "Underworld" versus "Underworld: Evolution", I'd contend that the sequel delivered payoffs which the first movie never cashed in on: a) the death of that traitorous Kraven, which would have meant more in the first movie because I'll bet that the audience forgot about what a jerk he was; and b) a first-time love scene between Selene and Michael. I don't think they even kissed in the first movie. If you plan to see "Underworld: Evolution", I recommend brushing up on the first movie because this one certainly hit the ground running. Rating: 7
The construction of the new Bailey Avenue overpass finished. Bailey Avenue now seamlessly bridges over Monterey Highway. This actually hurts my commute though. I now have to wait at a one-lane, left-hand turn signal in order to merge from Monterey onto Bailey. Someday I should time all of the quickest routes to IBM; maybe during the Winter Olympics next month. Yeah--sometimes I pretend that I'm Apolo Anton Ohno as I change lanes and pass other cars. :)
Lot of movies that I wanted to see over the holiday break. I had to revise my "best movies of 2005" twice.
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Music video | "Dare" Gorillaz | "Someday (I Will Understand)" Britney Spears |
TV series | "Lost" | "Law & Order: Trial by Jury" |
Commercial | XBox 360 "Jump in" commercial where various jump-ropers perform tricks in the same take. | (tie) "Invasion of the Fantanas" and a Carls Jr. commercial where an unborn baby complains about hot peppers through a sonogram. |
Soda | Sprite Remix Aruba Jam | Mixed Berry 7UP Plus (I drank medicines that tasted better) |
Our department tried bocce ball at a luncheon. Funny how the game started out laid back and polite. As it progressed, our strategy turned "gangsta": gun for and annihilate the other teams' balls. The shouts went from "Nice shot," into "Take them out!" All in all, a deceptively fun game.
My lips finally healed from photographing the Penn Bridge at Narragansett Bay in Newport (the bridge that appears on the Rhode Island state quarter). Freezing winds kept blasting my face and hands as I worked to steady the camera.
Booking this last flight inspired me to join the frequent flyer program for American Airlines (AAdvantage)--lately they've offered the cheapest flights. Unfortunately, I think they scaled back on in-flight movies to keep those prices low. None of the AA planes that I flew on had A/V equipment for watching TV.
I guess on the bright side, I was able to progress on one of the goals in my list: reading "Shogun" by James Clavell. I am now on page 150 out of 1152. :) Not exactly a "page-turner" book. My three issues with it:
Here's a sneak preview of the goals that I plan to check off in 2006:
The cost for shipping packages to overseas countries astounds me. Case in point: I auctioned off the commemorative steel chair that I received free from Taboo Tuesday. In the shipping section, I specified $40 domestic and $80 international. When the auction ended, I smiled to see a winning $51 bid. Well, it turned out that the bidder lived in Australia. Imagine my shock when UPS wanted to charge me $365 (minimum) to ship it!
The post office initially quoted me $153--but through some fluke, I managed to ship it for $90. In any case, I nearly suffered a huge loss from that auction and have learned my lesson. In particular, I didn't care for the sour responses of each shipping employee when I asked them, "How much to send to Australia?" Behold some postal trivia that 99% of you would probably find useless (girth = the circumference of the package):
Drivers beware in Santa Maria. While passing by Santa Maria High School, I noticed a cryptic message on the Ethel Pope Auditorium marquee (this is from memory):
In Loving Memory of Our Lost Saints
I followed up what precipitated this on the Web. Apparently, a teenager crashed his Camaro and killed the three SMHS students in his car. The whole school is in mourning. Articles: 1, 2, 3. Ironic how the driver always seems to survive the fatal car crashes. Also read that a Greyhound bus overturned on 101 near Santa Maria as well, killing 2 passengers and injuring 36 others. Crazy.
Sometimes we have good days; sometimes we have bad days. Well, I'd call yesterday a "bad" day. First, my sunglasses cracked and a lens fell out. Second, my coffee tray flipped and splashed chai tea all over my passenger seat (that's what I get for neglecting the law of physics). Finally, my DVD hard drive crashed during my attempt to edit one of my videos. This de-stabilized every marker for every video after it.
I'm still trying to recover what data that I can--but I potentially lost over 13% of my videos. For sure, I lost the ultra-rare "My Neck, My Back" music video by Khia. My neck...my back... But maybe that's not so bad--recently I heard some of the explicit version, and recoiled from the nasty lyrics.
I'm just hoping that I can restore WWE's tribute show to the memory of Eddie Guerrero (he died suddenly from heart failure last Sunday). At first, I didn't think much of it--another pro-wrestler dying of drug abuse. But when I watched the wrestlers cry and eulogize about what he meant to them, I felt choked up. I especially felt bad for his long-time friend, Chris Benoit--he looked the most broken up out of all of them.
This Tuesday I attended a WWE event in San Diego called Taboo Tuesday, where the fans vote on what matches that they want to see (perhaps inspired by next Tuesday's special California election). Can you spot me? I hadn't planned on it at first, but the show lured me in with a Mick Foley appearance (the fans got to choose which past persona for him to wrestle as).
All in all, I left the show satisfied. I got to see Mick Foley wrestle as "Mankind", an appearance by three WWE legends, and a cage match. That marked the first time that I saw a steel cage in person. Was actually smaller than I thought (looks gigantic on TV). To me, the front door on that cage exemplifies just how phony that professional wrestling is. Cases in point: the rules state that a wrestler can exit through the front door to win (see screenshot). Yet more often than not, they attempt to climb out of the cage, or leap from the top of it to win by pinfall. Oh well. If wrestling ever became real, I'd probably stop watching it. :)
Had a dream that my project manager dumped gasoline all over me. I recall getting mad, and yelling about how irresponsible that was. Wonder what that dream meant. Probably just a manifestation of my cynicism. I once heard an interesting theory that our dreams result from the left-brain attempting to process random activity from the right-brain.
Man, Panasonic thought of everything. When my second HDD recorder responded to my first HDD recorder's remote control, the manual explained how I could alter the frequency. When I needed a third A/V input, the manual showed me a hidden one. And now that I know how to watch shows while they're still recording, my viewing habits changed as follows:
While my parents vacationed in Hawaii last weekend, I decided to surprise them by driving down to their house and fixing the moldy caulk around their bathtub. The project proved challenging, given that I have never caulked anything in my entire life. :) Those "home improvement" books leave out a lot of basic practices--for instance, how to avoid making a huge mess. I ended up staying in Santa Maria for three nights. Afterward, I chronicled the entire project in a Web page (complete with before and after photos): re-caulking a bathtub.
My parents flew back from Hawaii last night. Coincidentally, my mom complained to my dad about the moldy lining around their bathtub. Looks like they're in for a surprise when they return home. I just told them to expect a "present" there, and didn't specify what.
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I'm starting to notice a pattern with these disturbingly graphic flicks. They typically show a scene near the beginning that foreshadows the rest of the movie. So if a movie starts out with an unnerving scene, and you're worried that the rest of the movie will follow suit, then my advice is: trust your instincts.
My friends and I took a Grand Tour of Yosemite on Monday; then drove around on Tuesday. We missed the Moonlight Tour by one day (they literally only offer that tour during a full moon). Highlights from the trip:
So much media coverage on Hurricane Katrina. In my opinion, the moral of the story is: count on yourself, not the government, to help you out of a crisis. After all, a big earthquake can easily place California in the same predicament. Someone at work referred me to this Red Cross brochure that explains how to assemble a Disaster Supplies Kit.
I favor the Red Cross charity because of how they helped me out 6 years ago. One of the workers had approached me after my apartment caught fire (I was staring at the rubble, dumbfounded). They paid for hotel accommodations and food vouchers with no strings attached.
Interestingly, one of the firemen allowed me about a minute to grab anything "essential" from my burnt apartment. After immediately packing one bag of clothes, I had to choose one personal belonging to salvage. Hmm...which personal belonging did I prize the most? My photo album? My computer? My important documents? Answer: my compact disc collection. The fireman didn't like that very much. Well, tough--should've given me more time to think about it then! Nowadays, I store my most important possessions in a duffel bag in case that dilemma ever comes up again. :)
Baby pigeons hatched in a nest on the sidewalk near my office. Ugly, ugly babies. Picture rats with beaks. Not to mention all the bird poop on the sidewalk and railing, from when the parent pigeons "stood guard". I use "stood guard" loosely because the pigeons just ignored any humans that approached the nest. When my co-worker pretended to elbow drop on the eggs, the pigeons didn't move. Additionally, the pigeons would often leave those babies unattended for long periods of time. Maybe they figured that animals revolt pigeons just as much as humans do.
The new music chart for 1H 2005 is ready. Looks like Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" ranked pretty low even though it swept the MTV music video awards last week.
Preparing for my Yosemite trip in two weeks. Most places were booked solid...but I discovered that Sunday nights free up vacancies. Of course, tents and cabins stay vacant--but forget that.
Added the Seven Wonders of the Modern World to my goals list:
I would add the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World too, if they still existed. :)
After about five months, a patent lawyer finally visited me at IBM to review my invention. Nothing major...I doubt that anyone would read my disclosure and think, "Man, I could sure use that." Whenever I read these patent disclosures, I think: who in their right mind would even understand these inventions, let alone apply them. Anyway, the patent lawyer explained that the patent office only cares about whether the invention has been done before. They do not care about the detailed merits of it, such as:
During my presentation to the patent lawyer, I explained our business need for it and how the customers would benefit from it. He told me to turn off the sales pitch. He just wanted to know how it worked, and whether it's ever been done before. As I escorted him back to the lobby, I joked: "As a tech writer, I've never been asked to make something more complicated."
What I liked about the movie:
"Batman Begins" at the Tech Museum's IMAX theater: gigantic panoramic dome screen...44 six-channel digital speakers...70mm film projector, and...the worst theatrical experience ever!! Here's why:
Clearly, the IMAX works well for scenic, panoramic documentaries; but for theatrical releases, forget about it.
On another note, a couple of things still bother me about these zombie flicks:
Last Monday, I met one of my all-time favorite actors, Bruce Campbell, at the Camera 7 theater. Cult fans probably know him best as Ash in the "The Evil Dead" trilogy, or as "Autolycus the King of Thieves" in "Hercules: The Legendary Journeys". He signed copies of his new book, "Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way", and introduced his new movie, "Man with the Screaming Brain".
In person, he seemed mild-mannered; but during the movie Q & A session, I couldn't stop laughing at his dry wit. I listed some of his funnier responses here:
Q. Did you apply makeup that made you look chubbier?
A. Well that's a dumb question. Next question.
Q. Why did Ted Raimi's right hand look bigger than his left hand?
A. Right hand bigger than his left hand? What are you talking about? Maybe he uses
one hand more than the other. I don't know! You front-row people sure ask dumb questions.
I'll take a question from the top row. Let's call you guys the "smart" row.
Q. Ninjas or pirates?
A. Huh? Ninjas or pirates? You belong down here in the front row with all your friends.
Q. Why film in Bulgaria?
A. The sci-fi network came up to me and said, "Let's film in Bulgaria."
Q. How did Ted Raimi's rap come about?
A. Ted Raimi came up to me and said, "I want to do a rap."
I like working with Ted because he makes my acting look subtle. I asked him to fake
blowing his nose, and he blew it for an hour, and all the film ran out, and I said,
"Really great, Ted."
Maybe when I film a sequel, his right ear will get bigger than his left ear.
Q. What did you use for the diarrhea?
A. I'm a method actor; I used real diarrhea. What do you think?
Bruce also kept poking fun at himself for starring in the sci-fi channel's "Alien Apocalypse". I've never seen the movie.
To my surprise, I received a cashier's check from the eBay backstage_passes ticket broker today. It refunded my full Wrestlemania 21 purchase. The check came 40 days late, but I was glad to get anything at all. Having given up hope on a refund, I had reported the broker to the IFCC. I had even requested a small claims form from the Multnomah County courthouse, so that I could drive 10 hours north to Portland, Oregon in order to sue the broker. You're probably thinking: would I have gone through with it? Considering that I had paid $1624 for the tickets, heck yeah I would have gone through with it. By the way, the Ticketmaster charges $750 for front-row Wrestlemania seats, in case you're wondering why I risked such an insane sum of money on an eBay auction. :)
"Rules to Follow to Evade Causality Paradoxes or Generally Screwing Your Life Up:
I would summarize my New Hampshire trip in the following three bullets:
Now that I've seen almost everything that I wanted to see in professional wrestling, I think I can lay off it for awhile. At least for the rest of this year (or unless the Rock comes back from his movie career--he's the one wrestler left that I haven't seen perform).
Tomorrow marks my sixth year at IBM. Time sure flies. I contemplated some more about what I see as "best practices" in the business world. Here are three main rules that I try to follow in order to build trust with co-workers. One might consider them business ethics, but I see them more as strategies for building bridges to better opportunities.
Three suggestions for "building trust" with others:
Google's Director of Consumer Web Products, Marissa Mayer, gave a talk at IBM last Thursday. I don't know if you read Newsweek, but she appeared in the April 25 issue in the article: "Leaders of The Pack". She mentioned a couple of Google trivialities that I found interesting:
Lucked out...turns out that Hulk Hogan will come out of retirement for one more match in New Hampshire. Now I can redeem the missed opportunity to watch him perform in Los Angeles. Which is good, because I really think that the L.A. snafu would have ate away at me all year. I recently finished booking a hotel and flight to New Hampshire for the May 1 weekend--and having learned my lesson from before, I now have the tickets right here in my hand. Props to Expedia.com. By tinkering with the itinerary tool, I booked a trip that saved me $500.
Words can't express how fed up I am with the backstages_passes eBay seller. They keep giving me suspicious excuses about why they can't refund my money yet. Since I no longer trust them, I hired SquareTrade to mediate with them. SquareTrade is the same company that helped resolve my dispute with another eBay seller awhile back. That seller shipped me a shrink-wrapped "Tomb Raider" game with nothing inside! To this day--out of 121 total eBay transactions, only two eBay'ers ripped me off (that's a 98.35% success rate). So I might lose the boatload of money that I spent on those Wrestlemania tickets, but it serves me right for ignoring that tiny voice in my head that warned me about "caveat emptor".
Well--I'm back from L.A., having completely missed Wrestlemania 21. As I stated earlier, my broker lost the front-row tickets due to a legal snafu. Then on the day of the event, the police arrested the broker for trespassing on Staples Center property. This basically tanked my opportunity for replacement tickets. The company offered skybox and upper-deck tickets, but I opted for a refund instead. Later, I winced in anguish to discover that Hulk Hogan performed in the ring during a surprise appearance.
I can't even leave negative feedback or complain to eBay, because the auction expired after 60 days! So I'll resort to posting their eBay ID here, and hope that future buyers find this caveat through a Google search: don't trust backstage_passes!
Anyway, turns out that this snafu has disturbed me so much that I find myself unable to enjoy TV wrestling anymore (because now the shows remind me of what I missed out on). In fact, I've resolved to de-program my VCR, and stop watching wrestling for a few months. If need be, I'll just read the episode synopses on the Web.
Over one year in the making...IBM's new Content Management information center, now available to the public as of Friday. Man--I've been leading the project for so long, that it almost depresses me to finally release it.
Bad news: my front-row Wrestlemania 21 tickets got invalidated. Apparently, a basketball player got caught scalping those tickets to my vendor. Now my vendor is offering me less palatable seats. Looks like I need a refund--but since they notified me so late, I can't possibly find any replacement tickets in time. I guess my vacation weekend will end early.
Another cool feature: in first person mode, an "eye" icon appears to tell you that you should examine what's in front of you. It always taxed my patience to tap the "examine" button across every millimeter of a room.
But my favorite feature of all: the guy's 1-bedroom apartment. After venturing into the Otherwords, I can ride a portal back to this apartment and regenerate my life there. The guy owns a notebook (the only save point in the whole game), a chest to store unused items, and a radio to hear what's going on in the world. It's like living as a Sim. I can watch the city outside the window, peek into my neighbor's room, or look out the peephole in my door. I even get mail under it. The one difference is that someone chained the guy's door up, and nobody on the outside can hear him no matter how hard he screams. That predicament cracks me up. Rating: 10
I leave you with a screenshot of the final, wacky ending from the "Silent Hill 3" game:
For those of you who follow the Silent Hill series: that's Harry Mason from "Silent Hill", James Sunderland from "Silent Hill 2", and Cheryl Mason from "Silent Hill 3".
IBM released its 2004 annual report today. If you look closely, you can spot me in the group photo at the Silicon Valley Laboratory.
Behold...the On-Demand Digital Future as prophesized by Steve (in his Web site) is coming to pass. My cable provider released a new "ON DEMAND" menu. I can now play a limited selection of TV episodes, theaterical trailers, and music videos anytime I want. Now when I say limited, I do mean limited. But I still consider it a giant step toward the new paradigm. Hmmm...maybe I should remove that philosophy from my Web site. It no longer sounds "prophetic".
Martin Scorsese lost the Oscar again! This time to Clint Eastwood, who already won for "Unforgiven". Two years ago it went to Roman Polanski, who can't even step foot in the United States without getting arrested. What gives.
All in all, I'd have to say that I enjoyed the Royal Rumble 2005 more than last year's, for the following reasons:
UPS disappointed me. When I opened the triangular tube package that contained my "Resident Evil 4" game, I noticed that both the DVD case and the collector's umbrella appeared bent. So I compared the umbrella to the product Web site and confirmed that indeed, the umbrella is NOT supposed to bend like a straw. I inspected a taped-up tear a third of the way down the package, and concluded that UPS must have bent the package there and taped it up to look as if nothing happened. NICE TRY, JERKS!!
And then...<choke>! I was watching the MTV Hits channel recently and saw TRL broadcasting on it. I HATE TRL. MTV's junk programming went from invading MTV-2 to invading their supposedly music video-only station!
Not cool. I found out that some hacker happened to name a virus after a C++ executable that I helped create for IBM. A co-worker here saw the program in his Windows services panel and mistook it for a virus. Fortunately, he figured out that it was mine before he reported it. Man, why me.
On a lighter note, we here at IBM have been cheering a new Bailey Avenue exit on highway 101. You might notice this new exit as your travel south of San Jose near Coyote Valley. Well, it turns off smack-dab into the middle of nowhere--unless--you work for the IBM Silicon Valley Laboratory. See, if a bird looked down at Coyote Valley from the sky, it would observe one lone site surrounded my miles of oblivion. Apparently, Cisco Systems needed the exit ramp for a future plant site, but then cancelled their plan. I suppose that the city of San Jose still had the money to build the exit.
I posted the new music video rankings for 2H 2004. Congratulations to Kanye West for both #1 song and #1 video.
WWE issued a new "Best of 2004" magazine, which features high-resolution photographs from the year's best moments. So high-resolution, in fact, that I spotted my friends in the background of one of the photos (page 12):
I bought a bright neon cap to improve my visibility for the Royal Rumble 2005 in Fresno this Sunday. We'll see how effective that is. :)
Experienced a three-car pile-up, though I was in the back seat this time. A truck rear-ended a sedan who then rear-ended us. Quite a jolt--but on a side note, let me point out that I suffered no whiplash whatsoever (notice that I'm still bitter about the one driver who sued me). Anyway, the truck driver slyly suggested that we find a side street to pull over at, in which time he vanished. A hit-and-run felony, I believe. Admittedly, I half-expected some forensics team to examine the site of the accident to catch the guy a la the "CSI" show. But the highway patrolman shrugged that without a license plate, they couldn't pursue the matter.
That marked the first time that I ever placed a 911 call, and I could sense the operator's frustrations to my detailed answers. I see in hindsight that he just wanted minimal facts.
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Recently returned from a week-long family vacation in Reno, Nevada. I can now cross out another goal from my checklist: parallel skiing. After taking one lesson and practicing on the bunny slopes, I felt cocky enough to tackle a blue-square slope. Just goes to show how mental that the sport can be. Despite my huge carving swaths, the skiis sped up so rapidly that I often crashed out of panic. At one point, I laid upside-down on the slope--slowly sliding downhill--trying to recollect my nerve. I finally had to swallow my fear, and throw myself down the hill in a kamikaze fashion to make it back. Thus ended my skiing adventure.
Also, I guess it's true that higher altitudes make the air harder to breathe. Take my ski boots for example. Just pulling them on and off winded me! Skiing in them (especially on the intermediate slope) almost had me doubled over.
The Atlantis Casino Resort (where I stayed) showcased non-smoking slot machines on the second floor. I grew temporarily addicted to video poker and blackjack. By addicted, I mean I spent one whole dollar on them. But in my mind, I came out ahead because the waitress gave me a free cookie and hot chocolate (around a $2 value, probably). I wonder if they cared that I only bet 5 cents at a time.
Before the trip, I encountered one bad experience and one good experience. First the bad experience. Despite my co-workers' advice to purchase my Royal Rumble 2005 tickets online, I instead drove around 2.5 hours to Fresno to buy the tickets directly from the stadium (thinking that they'd sell better seats). After waiting in freezing cold weather for about an hour, the cashier informed me that all of the good seats sold out. Because I didn't want to leave empty-handed, I bought one lousy ticket for $85. Then during my 2.5 hour ride back, I kept kicking myself for buying that stupid non-refundable ticket. On a similar note, tire chains are also non-refundable (as I found out yesterday).
Now the good experience. I finally figured out how to burn DVDs that other players can read. All I had to do was select the "finalize" option, and the recorder automatically burned my custom clips with scene selections in the menu. It also set bookmarks in about 5 minute intervals. This means that I can now show the 2H 2004 music videos in DVD-R format.
Looks like it's about time to post my "best and worst of 2005" list. Interestingly, the last new "Law & Order" episode of the year featured a parolee that was jailed back in the first season. I guess I forgot that "Law & Order" has aired for 16 years , so defendants that they convicted in the first season could conceivably start getting out now!
Just returned from a car ride to Los Angeles this Friday. My whole family attended a funeral there for my cousin, who had died from a seizure after Thanksgiving. Although I didn't know him that well, the service started to choke me up. Particularly, when an undertaker handed a folded American flag to my aunt--a military tribute for his service in Vietnam. It occurred to me that I had taken his defense of our country for granted. I suppose that all in all, it took his death to truly appreciate how much he did for all of us.
On a lighter note, last Thursday I tried a Chinese massage. I wanted to see if it could cure my headache. Don't know if I was overly-tense or just sensitive--but when the guy began poking his fingers into my spine, I almost screamed in agony. Didn't want to lose face though, so I just gritted my teeth. After enduring that torture, he began chopping, pinching, and slapping my back with excruciating force. Oh man, what a long ten minutes. Admittedly though, I felt pretty good later in the day (albeit very sore).
Ever felt so frustrated that you wanted to scream at the sky, but couldn't because your neighbor might hear? Well, I had a couple of those moments during my attempts to score a "perfect" ranking in the "Silent Hill 2" game. Unfortunately in "Silent Hill 2", a perfect ranking requires that I save two times or less. This means risking up to 1-2 hours without saving.
In my first @#$*! moment, I made it all the way to the end before discovering that I had forgotten one crucial item near the start of the game. Three hours of gameplay...wasted!! @#$*!
In my second @#$*! moment, a zombie nurse ambushed Maria, and I instinctively blasted my shotgun to save her. Oops. They both fell dead and ended my game again!! @#$*! @#$*! @#$*!
I'd have to say though, that the pain was all worth it. A "perfect" ranking awarded me with an aerosol spray can--capable of instantly killing any monster. To my never-ending amusement, one whiff drops them like mosquitoes. The game also features many other entertaining extras, which I might post screenshots for soon.
The American re-make of "The Grudge" comes out tomorrow; directed by the same guy who directed the Japanese version. Admittedly, that movie made me a little paranoid. One time at Software Etc., I heard a strange thumping noise on the floor--and suddenly a kid tore around the corner, crawling backwards. Totally alarmed me, thanks to that movie. Made me think about the top five scariest moments in my life:
Scariest moment #5: After watching a marathon of the "Halloween" sequels, I walked to the cafeteria and jumped to see a guy in a Michael Myers mask.
Scariest moment #4: During a rainy car trip to San Francisco, I was sleeping in the back seat; then awoke to the sound of "Stop stop stop!" and a blaring horn. Our driver had accidentally sped past a stop sign, and a semi-truck was crossing the intersection. We swerved around it and spun 180 degrees into the opposite direction.
Scariest moment #3: A "Blair Witch" experience wherein at 2am in the morning, I lost my way bicycling and ended up on some desolate, foggy road in pitch-black darkness. Somehow I mustered the energy to inch my way back home despite the fatigue in my legs.
Scariest moment #2: While whitewater rafting down the American River, the raft folded in half and the current sucked me out. I would compare the experience to sticking one's head into a washing machine. When the current kept me from surfacing for what felt like an eternity, thoughts of drowning actually crossed my mind.
Scariest moment of all time: I was about five years old: my brother and sister took me to a "Haunted Gold Mine" at Fisherman's Wharf. The terror paralyzed me so badly that they had to drag me through the hall by my arms while I dug my heels in. Wasn't life-threatening, but funny how things seem scarier as a kid.
Still playing through "Silent Hill 2". A new character (who resembles the main character's dead wife) has been following me around. Although she stays out of danger for the most part, I keep bumping into her and/or nearly blasting her (because she stands in the way or I mistake her for a deranged nurse). I also started realizing that my character often looks at her instead of the items that he's supposed to pick up, which impairs my ability to search a room.
Saw an interview with Siegfried & Roy on Wednesday. I had trouble buying their explanation that the white tiger dragged off Roy to save him from a stroke. Seeing that the teeth punctured a couple of vital neck arteries, I would consider that a more plausible explanation for the stroke. Oh well.
Returned from my jury summons today, once again disappointed that the court excused my entire group before we even entered the courtroom. It's as if the people who want to serve don't get picked. I spent most of the waiting room time reading an IBM manual. Also had a Gameboy SP on me, but felt too self-conscious to play it in front of the other jurors. :)
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The director of this movie (Takashi Shimizu) also filmed four other "Ju-on" installments:
Watching a lot of movies lately...anything to keep out of this heat, man.
A new ending now appears after the end-credits of "Napoleon Dynamite". Basically concludes a wedding ceremony between Kip and LaFawnduh where Kip tries to sing, and Napoleon rides in horseback. Not worth seeing the movie over again, unless you're like me and enjoy re-watching it. :)
Hypnotize the mindRating: 7
Fly like the flow of water
Suspend disbelief.
Yet another interesting Summer Olympic games. In my opinion, I'd rank the top five most memorable moments as:
Humbled
My department competed in another IBM sand castle contest at the Santa Cruz beach. We built a sizeable castle with towers, balconies, and a moat. I chiseled out stairwells, including one that spiraled into a back door. Admittedly, in my arrogance, I considered our castle a contender for first place. Then I strolled to the other side of the beach, and gazed upon a giant turtle so life-like that I knew without a doubt that it would win first place. Heck, even tourists came by to take snapshots with it! I know now how Salieri felt when he read Mozart's symphony.
So we got schooled big-time. All in all, though, the giant turtle did inspire me. Because if anyone had suggested that idea on our team, we would have laughed. The other team, however, had the courage to attempt something risky--and ultimately succeeded at it. Much props for that.
Recently contributed to an article on the IBM DeveloperWorks site: OnDemand Information Center: A closer look. Features a photo and blurb of me at the bottom. I also tabulated music rankings for 1H 2004.
In other news, I recently sampled an entire platter of sushi, including octopus and squid. Very tasty. Now people look at me strangely when I say I'm starting to enjoy sushi (me being Japanese and all). :)
Tried tuna sashimi for the first time over the fourth of July weekend. Pretty good, actually.
Discovered a counter-balance to the cessation of Sprite Tropical Remix: the release of a new Coca-Cola soda called C2. It basically reduces the amount of sugar by half--which in my opinion, improves the taste. No idea why nobody thought of this before.
Awakened from a dream this week that I won $280,000 on a Vegas slot machine. You know, I'd contend that the worst nightmare beats out the best dream anyday. Because after a bad nightmare, I wake up relieved. After a good dream, I wake up disappointed and bitter. Man how I looked forward to spending that $280,000.
Got me to thinking about how I would rank the worst nightmares over my lifetime:
Worst nightmare #5:
A dream that I was still in college; running late for a final, and getting lost on my way there. I find the plausible dreams scarier than supernatural ones.
Worst nightmare #4: Running from a guy shooting at me with an Uzi. They say to confront the person chasing you, but heck man--I didn't want to get shot.
Worst nightmare #3: My teeth falling out. Maybe I have issues because only my sister and I get these nightmares. :)
Worst nightmare #2: When I fell asleep listening to a disturbing Eminem song. I dreamed that a detective interrogated me about a missing teenage girl. After I denied it, I started remembering talking to the girl. Which freaked me out because, why would I repress such memories? Man, why'd I have to buy that uncensored Eminem CD; I noticed that the song which gave me the nightmare didn't even appear on the censored version.
Worst nightmare of all time: When I dreamed that I couldn't breathe because of a nuclear reactor's radiation. I woke up to find that I had buried my face into my own pillow. Counted this as my worst nightmare because I could have suffocated myself to death. What a stupid way to have died.
Went nuts with some huge purchases recently:
Also determined that the 24-hour MTV channel recycles the same eight hours of music videos three times during the day, starting at 3am PST. How did I figure this out? Don't ask.
I have a mathematical theory about the universe: one fortune balances out every misfortune. Take this past month, for example:
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Cable TV at my apartment complex went out during "Survivor: America's Tribal Council". Forced me to call my parents and attempt to walk them through the VCR controls without panicking. Could've been worse though: my brother missed the last three seconds of that renowned Lakers-Spurs game. | The apartment complex inexplicably lowered my rent by $200. |
The California Franchise Tax Board claimed that they received my income tax return but without a payment; penalized me with a $5 late fee. | The Replay club found out that they mailed their letters to the wrong address all last year; credited me with $70 in backlogged gift certificates. |
A credit card receipt slipped past the hinge in my car's auxilary box. Felt like I lost a wristwatch in a surgical patient. So I pried the drawer out, but broke a spring in the process. | I recovered the receipt. |
"Angel" went off the air this season; albeit with a cool "Wild Bunch"-type series finale. | NBC finally aired a "Law & Order" episode that I missed originally because of my preoccupation with a "Survivor" episode. |
Sprite replaced my favorite non-caffinated soda of all time, Tropical Remix, with a horrible sugary abomination called berryclear. Also not impressed by the return of Mountain Dew Live Wire--or as I like to call it, normal orange soda. | "Bright side" pending... |
Yesterday marked my fifth year at IBM. As my one reward, IBM granted an extra week of vacation to me. But then IBM also granted an extra week to everyone else (regardless of seniority). Completely trivialized my reward! As consolation, my team lead bought me a giant chocolate chip cookie--but then as an afterthought, decided that my office mates deserved giant chocolate chip cookies too. Completely trivialized my cookie!
So...what did I learn at this stage in my career?
If I had to pick the video game that best reflected my work experience: "Wario Ware Inc." This game basically just times you on various challenges without any instructions. That's what this place is like: an employee is measured more on how well that they can adapt to predicaments, rather than how hard that they can work on stable assignments.
On a less professional note, I ordered a Mexican soup called "cocido" today, expecting a small cup of beef stew. Instead, the waiter plopped a huge bowl of broth with vegetables and boiled meat–bones, grizzle, and all. I could almost picture flies around it. Figuring that I'd take responsibility for the mistake, I asked for the check. NINE DOLLARS! #@$%!
Looks like Bush cut the Federal income tax, according to my TDSP newsletter. That would explain why I received such a huge tax refund this year: $36. Big money considering what I had to pay for the past four years.
By sheer luck, I noticed that UPS hid my Amazon.com package on my porch balcony. From what I could gather, the delivery man affixed a post-it on my door and it just blew away. I'm not impressed. But I guess the delivery man couldn't possibly know that rotten thieves roam my apartment complex.
Interestingly, I've dined at Japanese restaurants many a time but never once tried a dish called edomame. Here's a tip for those of you as clueless as me: you're only supposed to eat the peas inside of the pod. This will spare you the embarrassment of spitting out the skin in disgust.
Speaking of embarrassment, here's another tip for you: when squirting snow cone juice on shaved ice, do not depress the handle as if it pumped ketchup. Otherwise, you'll splatter sticky fruit juice all over your shirt and pants.
Still not impressed by the security at my apartment complex. Some thief ransacked my car in the parking lot. Granted, I think I neglected to lock the doors overnight (I had been vacuuming the back seats)—but it's certainly no excuse to rummage through someone's vehicle. Guess I should be thankful that I keep nothing valuable in it. I did discover one (and only one) missing item—somewhat dumbfounding when I think about it: a half-used bag of windex wipes. What would compel a thief to steal that? Dirty windows??
Now available: the WWE Royal Rumble 2004 DVD where my friends and I appeared in the crowd. I took the liberty of capturing screenshots of us, in case you had the inkling to squint through 2.5+ hours of pay-per-view:
The recent New York trip inspired me to review archival footage from one my favorite Playstation games, Parasite Eve. I took a particular interest in how the final stage (the Chrysler Building) compared to its real-life Manhattan counterpart. My conclusion: only loosely similar. The lobbies certainly do not look alike.
Finished tabulating the music video survey results from the second half of 2003. "Move Your Feet" by Junior Senior scored very well.
The Big Apple & the City of Brotherly Love
Glad to be back in California weather. Reports of record low East Coast temperatures were not exaggerated. It did allow me to witness the first snowfall of my lifetime (in Central Park and Philadelphia). Somewhat enchanting until the flakes got in my face. Then it felt more like a shower in sawdust.
My winter clothes (especially the scarf and ear flaps) kept the cold away pretty decently as long as I faced away from the wind. The coldest part of my body turned out to be my feet. Those accursed steel toe boots. Everyday, they crushed my feet and rubbed them raw. The steel set off metal detectors at every landmark. I fantasized about burning them many a time.
Highlights from the trip:
All in all, a worthwhile trip that helped me cross off five goals from my checklist.
Leaving for New York on Monday. Maybe you'll see me waving on "The Early Show" (encased in a block of ice).
Booked the flight, hotel, and train for a trip to New York for this month. Looking back on my life, this would count as the second time that I've ever flown in an airplane. My first time occurred 17 years ago when my family and I flew to Orlando, Florida. This would also mark the third time that I've ever left California (my other two out-of-state trips: Orlando and Las Vegas). Why so few trips, you ask? Simple: a dispassion for travelling. Never did fancy the sightseeing. To me, it's like subjecting yourself to a documentary without any way to change the channel. Not that I mind doing it--it's just that I could never justify paying the big bucks for it.
The New York trip will help me cross off at least four items from my goals checklist. Above all else, I can finally watch a live Royal Rumble (held this year at the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia) on January 25. The Rumble is my favorite annual pay-per-view of all time. It inspired me to create my friends and co-workers in homemade Playstation homages.
Added a new category for the top five best and worst events that happened to me this year.
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Music video | "Come Into My World" Kylie Minogue (the one where the people multiply with every camera loop) | "Right Now" Korn (the one where a cartoon guy mutilates himself; wish I could erase it from my memory) |
Music album | "Past, Present & Future" Rob Zombie |
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TV series | "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer" and "Monk" | "24" |
Commercial | (tie) Teenagers try out weapons not meant for this world from the video game "Ratchet & Clank"; co-workers camouflage themselves in competition for a "Juicy Fruit". | Friends trick a new guy into buying them late night "Wendy's"--too contrived even for a commercial. |
Video game | "Metroid Fusion" (GBA) | "Metroid Prime" (GC) |
My only major complaints about the movie: I wanted to see more magic from Gandalf and less sappiness from the hobbits. Also, the last bullet above really disappointed me. Barring that, I give this film props for keeping my interest throughout the 3+ hours (even throughout the ending that wouldn't end!). Rating: 8
My division celebrated the end-of-release on the same day as my birthday. As I stood by the wall eating cake, the release manager announced, "It's Steve's birthday, everybody sing to Steve!!" The entire room sang to me as I grimaced in embarrassment.
Drove past quite a sight the other night at the Monterey Highway/Branham railroad intersection. A train had plowed into a car, dragging it a few yards across the tracks. The train's passengers loitered around outside, surveying the scene. I surmised that the driver made it out since I didn't see the emergency crew rushing at it with the jaws of life.
Perhaps as punishment for my rubbernecking, some unknown object in the road (wreckage, perhaps?) punctured my brand-new tire. I raced home but could only make it to a Safeway parking lot before my tire deflated too low. Then I fought with the Corolla's crude repair tools for nearly half-an-hour to get the spare on. Isn't it funny how pulling the monkey wrench up gets better leverage than securing the monkey wrench down and jumping up and down on it? Man, why do I get so many flat tires? Can't complain, though--better that than a train-wrecked car.
Encountered a deluge of people at the new Westridge Shopping Center grand opening last week. This add-on to Oakridge Mall virtually doubled the size of the structure, and introduced such big businesses as a Century Cinemas 20, the Cheesecake Factory, Borders, and a food court.
During my drive to Santa Maria this weekend, my heart sank as a highway patrol car lit up behind me. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" the patrolman asked. "Speeding?" I replied sheepishly. "Yes," he responded, "At one point you hit 80 mph in a 65 mph zone. However—because you were honest with me, I'll let you off with a warning." I'd have to say it was a good day.
Long blog hiatus thanks to the insanity at work. Three release schedules approaching nearly simultaneous deadlines, and another upcoming release in parallel. Reminded me of that old video game with the spinning dishes, where the guy ran back and forth trying to save them before they hit the ground.
Steve's new car. Finally decided to buy a new car over the weekend for a number of reasons:
Ended up purchasing a brand-new 2004 Toyota Corolla LE 2004 in San Luis. Actually walked out on the first car salesman despite his best efforts. He spent all this time haggling with me on a used 2003 Toyota Camry. What he didn't realize—and what the second dealership stumbled upon—was that I had no problem buying a new Corolla for the same price.
This Corolla pretty much resembles the Camry, and has some perks that I'm still trying to adjust to:
Dined at a Japanese restaurant recently, and scribbled on some office paperwork at my table. After paying the bill, I stuck the pen in my ear and attempted to walk past a bunch of people blocking the door. One of the guys caught me off guard by telling me: "Table for five." I paused and replied, "I'm not a waiter; I'm a customer." The guy apologized, saying that the pen made me look like a waiter. Yeah, like that was the only reason I thought to myself.
Things that suck
FedEx sucks. They left a ground package at my front door, wherein someone stole it by the time I returned to my apartment. In my entire lifetime of dealing with USPS and UPS, neither company has lost any of my packages. I use FedEx one time, and they lose it.
Greedy motorists suck. The lady driver that I rear-ended last month suddenly decided that the fender bender gave her "whiplash" (coincidentally, on the day before the expiration deadline). She filed a claim against my insurance company. I guess they have to dignify it despite the implausibility of it.
Built sand castles at an IBM barbecue on Santa Cruz national beach. Found out the hard way that dry sand makes a poor foundation. Kept collapsing despite the wet sand that I patted over it.
Anecdotes from the past two weeks:
I think squirrels are invading IBM. I'm starting to see a lot of them.
Recently, my neighbor moved out (the one who used to descend the staircase so heavily that my apartment shook). Now, even noisier neighbors replaced him. I would frown as they and their friends talked about private matters outside of my apartment. I finally told them politely that I could hear every word they said, especially at nighttime during my attempts to sleep (hint hint). This embarrassed them, I think. But the next morning, they blared country music with their door wide open. I appeared half-asleep on their porch holding a finger to my mouth.
They also own an ugly dog that barks at me. I hate dogs.
Interestingly, policemen showed up on their porch last night to restrain one of my neighbor's friends. They questioned him about a 911 accusation, and started reading off his rap sheet. Apparently he got paroled for car theft. Maybe I'll go easier on their noisiness, I resolved.
On another subject, I started researching the archival of analog media onto CD-ROM, i.e., my Apple ][ projects and home movies. Looks promising. I can send them out for an inexpensive conversion, and receive CD-R and DVD-R back. Now I need a DVD system that plays DVD-R though. My DVD player manual clearly reads: cannot play DVD-R.
Explored Anime Expo over the weekend. Out of all of the costumed attendees, I found one outfit particularly creative: a masked Metal Gear Solid guard with a big red exclamation point wired over his head. For that split-second when I first glanced at him, I felt like bolting.
Almost matched my reaction to a certain Halloween costume. I remember that I had finished watching a couple of "Halloween" movies, and walked over to the dorm cafeteria. I turned the corner and jumped to see Michael Myers at the register. For anyone familiar with the "Halloween" movies, Michael usually kills the victim at that point.
Laser eye surgery
Excellent results from the surgery: I can basically see 20/20 now.
The vision center gave me a videotaped close-up of each eye during the operation. When I finally gathered the nerve to watch it, I thought to myself: I sure overreacted during that procedure. All they did was lift a tiny membrane flap to zap the exposed pupil with a laser.
From my perspective, it felt like a blade sliding across my numb eye. So out of a growing panic, my reflexes began fighting against the forceps that kept my eyelids open. "Don't squeeze your eye!" the surgeon kept ordering. The two bean-bag animals (that the nurse placed in my hands) did little to calm me. I practically crushed the poor creatures.
In one particularly unnerving moment, the surgeon mounted pressure on my eye until all the scenery faded to black! Fortunately, I already knew that would happen. Unfortunately, I had failed to prepare for something much more important: the phobic nature of my own imagination. :(
In the post-op area, the surgeon checked my eyes through a microscope, and informed the nurse that they would have to re-do my left eye. As the surgeon left the room, I could hear him mumble: "That's why I told him not to squeeze his eye!" Oh maaan.
The second attempt succeeded. So my brother drove me home, where I lay in bed with my eyes closed for nearly 17 hours (most of those hours bored out of my mind).
Excellent results from the surgery though: I can basically see 20/20.
Preparing for the laser eye surgery this Friday, which my brother will drive me to. "Are you worried?" some people ask me. "I am worried about one thing," I respond. "An earthquake shaking the laser during the surgery." They smile, unsure of whether I'm serious or not. To all of those unsure: I am serious.
Discovered where our lunch trays go when I bus them into the cafeteria's conveying rack. I accidentally left a $40 Suncoast gift card on one of the trays. So one of the chefs reluctantly led me to a metal door (the door where inside I can hear squeaking akin to "Texas Chainsaw Massacre"). Inside, a dishwashing worker sorted all of the tray contents by dishes/utensils, recyclables, and trash. Both the chef and worker just shrugged that they haven't seen it, clearly apathetic to my loss. "Where's the trash can then?" I inquired, losing patience with them. The chef pointed to a barrel where a canal of trash flowed into. But instead of escorting me to it, he left the room back to his station. I didn't realize why until I actually approached the barrel. Inside, the trash grinded into a muddy, soupy pulp. Ah, I thought.
The attempts to refund the gift card proved even more frustrating. Both cashiers refused me. So I resigned to purchasing another gift card. After driving back, I happened to read the following clause on the back of the card:
Lost, stolen or damaged gift cards will be replaced only with valid proof of purchase for the gift card and only to the extent of any remaining balance on the gift card.
Feeling humiliated by how they misled me, I again confronted them and held the clause to their face. To make a long story short: after more runarounds, stonewalls, and negotiations later, I finally received a second gift card for $40 which I immediately spent on the Buffy fourth season DVD gift set.
The deed is done. I scheduled the laser eye surgery for Friday, June 27. The optometrist lent me a video which explained the procedure. Naturally, I fixated on all of the possible (but highly unlikely) complications. I won't list them here though.
One aspect of the surgery unsettles me. For 15 minutes, I have to wear clamps that force my eyes from blinking.
"You ever see Clockwork Orange?" my optometrist asked.
"Yes," I frowned.
"Well, your clamps will be like that!" he smiled.
"Swell," I replied, brainstorming ways to change the subject.
Personality tests:
Still enduring life without glasses. Had to re-arrange my desk so that I could see my monitor. Also accidentally walked into the women's restroom a couple of times. The first time, I noticed the missing urinals and quickly dashed out unseen. But the second time, a lady saw me and laughed. Wasn't all because of my eyesight though. I'm telling you, some genius architect reversed the restrooms in that building.
Maybe I should wear my spare glasses more often, but they hurt my ear and start giving me headaches. They also look ugly. My co-workers still don't understand why I won't buy another pair. My rationale: I always considered the glasses a nuisance to begin with. Not worth it, in my opinion, to waste more money on them.
So this Tuesday, I'm having a consultation for laser eye surgery. $4500, unless I choose the less-expensive $3000 procedure. But what fool would choose to skimp on their lifetime pair of eyes!
Nuts--I lost my $300+ glasses. Re-traced all of my steps, too. Hopefully, some samaritan will turn it in after realizing that rimless prescription glasses won't do them a worth of good.
Gotta love that new 4–lane highway 101 near south San Jose. Breezed through it without any trace of the bottleneck that once tortured all ye who entered there.
Week in review
This week seemed more eventful and misadventurous than usual. Allow me to recap:
Monday: Customer presentation. Serious crowd, those customers. They pretty much stayed expressionless through my entire talk. I could almost hear tumbleweeds passing by. But I guess that's to be expected. What did I think would happen, cheers and whistles?
Tuesday: Customer voting. When the dust cleared, our analysts declared certain documentation improvements as the customers' number one request. Feel free to relay this to your department, one analyst suggested to me. So I started writing the memo. Then it occurred to me that the messenger might get killed. So I swallowed the memo and walked away whistling.
Wednesday: Promotion celebration. Decided to chip in with four other promoted employees on an evening of free drinks and appetizers. Around 20 invitees showed up. I realized something important that night. Drinks can cost a heck of a lot. Let's just say that all the cash in my wallet barely covered my share of the tab. :)
Thursday: The stupid back incident. See my previous entry for details.
Friday: Vasona Park barbecue. Our division hosted a barbecue party at Vasona Park in Los Gatos. At one point, a co-worker accidentally launched our department football into a creek canal. It floated downstream and got stuck in some branches. A number of us chucked rocks at it but failed to dislodge it. I even tossed bread around it to bait some ducks into bumping it, but they smartened up and waited downstream for the bread to float down. We all gave up and left.
Saturday: Quest for the football. I decided to re-visit the park in search of the football. After noticing that it vanished from the branches, I followed the creek all the way downstream to Vasona Lake. Then I rented a paddleboat and explored the lake's perimeter. Around 30 minutes into the lake with no one else in sight, the current drifted me past a "danger" buoy and pinned my boat against a concrete dam. I sat there peddling helplessly (fade to commercial).
Oddly, some creative back-pedalling freed me from that predicament. Didn't feel intuitive at all. Anyway, I trudged impatiently back to port, drenched with sweat and barely able to move my legs (also turning red because I neglected to wear suntan lotion, har har). Then I feebly walked back upstream, and ended my odyssey by filling out a lost-and-found card.
Steve's tomfoolery
Feels like a knife got stuck in my back. Literally, I mean (not metaphorically). Out of no good reason (except boredom), I was testing how far I could arch backward over the top of a computer chair. This led to a popping noise and a sharp jolt of pain down my neck and shoulder blades. The next morning, my chiropractor diagnosed the pain as swelling from a strained muscle. "How did this happen?" he asked. "Um, well..." I trailed off sheepishly.
Regarding "The Matrix Reloaded", I can't see it until Memorial Day weekend. So no spoilers!
LAYER ONE:
-- Name: Steven Aoki
-- Birth date: November 12, 1976
-- Birthplace: Santa Maria, CA
-- Current Location: San Jose, CA
-- Eye Color: Brown
-- Hair Color: Black
-- Height: 5'10"
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
LAYER TWO:
-- Your heritage: Japanese.
-- The shoes you wore today: Nike.
-- Your weakness: Cynicism.
-- Your fears: Death and any activity that invites death.
-- Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni and mushroom.
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: Happiness.
LAYER THREE:
-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: BTW
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "Why didn't I go to sleep earlier?"
-- Your best physical feature: n/a
-- Your bedtime: Midnight-1am.
-- Your most missed memory: Summer vacations. Won't be seeing those again. :(
LAYER FOUR:
-- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Actually, I fancy the Carl's Jr.
-- Single or group dates: Single.
-- Adidas or Nike: I guess Nike. I'm wearing a pair right now--but to tell you the truth, I'm not impressed.
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Blechh, Japanese tea all the way.
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Swirl.
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Mocha latte.
LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: No.
-- Cuss: Not in public, for the most part.
-- Sing: Can't.
-- Take a shower everyday: Yes.
-- Have a crush(es): Yes.
-- Do you think you've been in love: Yes.
-- Want to go to college: Already graduated. Heck man, I attended school for roughly half of my life. I'm never going back.
-- Like(d) high school: For the most part.
-- Want to get married: Maybe someday.
-- Believe in yourself: Sure.
-- Think you're attractive: To mosquitoes, yeah.
-- Think you're a health freak: Compared to how I was before, yeah.
-- Get along with your parent(s): Yes.
-- Like thunderstorms: As long as they don't interrupt my electricity.
-- Play an instrument: No.
LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- Drank alcohol: No.
-- Smoked: No.
-- Done a drug: If you count over-the-counter, yes.
-- Had Sex: No.
-- Made Out: No.
-- Gone on a date: No.
-- Gone to the mall?: No. I mean yes.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, but I highly recommend that new mint brand. Really good. The new coffee ones taste decent too.
-- Eaten sushi: No.
-- Been on stage: No.
-- Been dumped: No.
-- Gone skating: No.
-- Made homemade cookies: Haha, no.
-- Gone skinny dipping: No.
-- Dyed your hair: No.
-- Stolen anything: No.
LAYER SEVEN:
Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No.
-- If so, was it mixed company: No.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No.
-- Been caught "doing something": Yes.
-- Been called a tease: No.
-- Gotten beaten up: No.
-- Shoplifted: No.
-- Changed who you were to fit in: All the time.
LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: Assuming I do, in my thirties.
-- Number of Children: None.
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Traditional.
-- How do you want to die: Like the ending to "The Godfather: Part III".
-- Where you want to go to college: Already graduated.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Well-off.
-- What country would you most like to visit: None.
LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color?: No preference.
-- Best hair color?: Shiny, silky brown.
-- Short or long hair: Long.
-- Height: Average.
-- Best weight: Normal.
-- Best articles of clothing: Normal.
-- Best first date location: Restaurant.
-- Best first kiss location: No preference.
LAYER TEN:
-- Number of tattoos: None.
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: A few.
-- Number of scars on my body: None.
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: A bunch.
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: None.
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Including me, one.
-- Number of CDs that I own: A lot.
-- Number of piercings: None.
Ok, I have to stop thinking like a geek. On Monday, I present my flagship project to a large room of customers. During one of my mandatory rehearsals, my manager and the department role-played as the customers. This architecture is completely eXtensible!, I raved. Blank stares. My manager's reaction: Don't know what that means, "eXtensible". Come up with something more marketable. The end result: Build your own information! Admittedly, that slogan works a lot better. But what's next for me, ad campaigns? Informercials?
Personality tests:
Just as I was talking about it--the day arrived:
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Steven Aoki
Staff technical writer
IBM Silicon Valley Lab
My manager disguised the promotion as a briefing. Spent about ten minutes talking about business objectives, and then sprung the news on me.
So ever since that Tuesday, I began noticing subtle changes in my work. Not in workload, but in behavior. The change dawned on me when I caught myself staking "territory" like some kind of junkyard dog. In summary, a co-worker sought authority in my project and I shut them down. I'll let you in on my project, I explained, when I'm convinced that you're going to contribute to it in good faith. Felt like a jerk afterwards, but I had to do it. Now more than ever.
In other news, I picked up my glasses this week. Interesting design: rimless with hooks drilled into the lenses. These replace my 10-year-old titanium glasses which aged so long that the coating began flaking off. What can I say--optometrists unnerve me. Tormenting me with their bright lights, yellow eyedrops, and disconcerting machines.
Continuing to develop online help for blog.flup.org. Nothing like writing again. One would think that as a career technical writer, that I would write all the time. But as I began climbing up the corporate ladder, I realized that it's just an entry-level requirement. A staff technical writer actually has to make business decisions, dictate schedules, innovate new technologies, and lead gimmicky user assistance projects. No, I haven't been promoted to staff yet--but when I reflect on my current responsibilities, I can see that that inevitability approaching as clearly as the locomotive in a train tunnel.
Huge sensory experience. Electronic billboards, jangling slot machines, flashing lights, smoke, gambling brides, and exhibitionism everywhere. Too bad my photos couldn't capture the night scenery that well. Some of my impressions:
Pretty good Simpsons episode last week--especially the segment where the flight path moved over their house. That happened to me one time, and it seemed futile to do anything about it.
Last night, I experienced one of the greatest moments of my board gaming life. Typically when I play "Trivial Pursuit", one pie slice always blocks me: orange (sports trivia). This "Trivial Pursuit" even covered the last 20 years (1982–2002)—years that I actually lived through. So late last night—after missing every sports question—I ended up landing on that orange pie slice for the gazillionth time (the last one that I needed). Realizing that we only had mere minutes until the "hard stop" that everyone agreed to, I declared aloud: "Let's call it a night whether or not I get this question."
So the other players glanced at the final sports question, and started snickering at the improbability that I would know it. "Which cornerback batted 3–for–3 in his first major league series game?" I mulled it over—mustering what little I knew about the past 20 years of sports—and to their dismay, nailed the right answer! Dionne Sanders. Nothin' but net. :)
To top it off, I checked my mailbox that night and discovered my ultra-important W2 from (which disappeared in the mail for weeks). "I'd have to say it was a good day."
Also reserved a hotel room for the Las Vegas trip at the end of this month. Pretty good deal: $39 a night at Circus Circus hotel for a limited time only.
Maaaaan..."Buffy: The Vampire Slayer" is ending this season. :(
Almost there...
Man, working so many long hours. But come the end of this month, the question will become how to spend the free time. To help me, I started a checklist of lifetime goals.
Working at IBM yesterday, when out of nowhere the security office decided to blare classical music over the intercom. Maybe they felt inspired by "The Shawshank Redemption".
Speaking of music, I finished tabulating the results of my recent music video survey. This has become a regular six month tradition. For two times a year, I video-tape two hours worth of music videos and then invite people I know to rank the songs/videos from 1 to 29. Oddly, "Lose Yourself" by Eminem topped the songs chart this time around even though none of us ranked it higher than a 3.
Best of 2002 | Worst of 2002 | |
---|---|---|
Movies |
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| Songs |
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Music video | "Thoughtless" Korn |
|
Music album | "Trance Party Volume Two" |
|
TV series | "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer" and "Monk" | "Boomtown" and "Angel" |
Commercial | Car passengers jitter to "Days Go By" | Herbal Essences |
DVD | "Memento: Limited Edition" (best easter egg where the movie plays backwards!) | "Memento: Limited Edition" (also the most confusing menu screen ever!) |
Visited some San Francisco tourist attractions the other day: Lombard (the crooked street), Coit Tower, Golden Gate, and Fisherman's Wharf. My reaction: why would someone make a street so crooked?
Oddly low turn-out at our Thanksgiving dinner. My oldest sister moved to Hawaii, and my other sister and brother couldn't make it down. That left me, my Mom, and Dad--staring at a huge Thanksgiving feast. No sounds of crying grandchildren or overlapping conversations. Strange.
Received news that I have to share my office with a third person now. Man, like sardines. I'm starting to think that those "Dilbert" characters have it better off.
My "Spirited Away" 2-DVD set arrived in the mail. This movie gets better every time I watch it. Each scene contains so much finely-crafted detail. It compelled me to review certain frames repeatedly to catch all of the background hijinks. For example, a strand of Sen's hair falls on a beady-eyed fly, and it struggles to maintain its balance. In another particularly amusing scene, a masked shadow quietly munches on a huge pie slice while a mouse saunters off with two plums arm-in-arm.
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Attending an IBM AIX class all this week in downtown San Jose. Quaint operating system, that AIX. Particularly interesting: the "umask" and "touch" commands. Basically, "umask" reverses your octal permissions like a mirror. And kind of like King Midas, "touch" refurbishes an old file date or creates a file out of nothing. Maybe I'm weird, but I think computer science could use more personality like that.
Dual character toggle
Control over two characters rather than just one. Actually hinders combat
more than it helps. When switching characters, the person you leave nods off
and becomes rather dumb (that is, computer-controlled). This person wanders
around you, shoots blankly, and easily gets bitten by zombies. So just like
the re-made "Resident Evil" (GC), you have to protect this person by recklessly
drawing attention from the attackers. Or, you can move the yellow joystick
to make the person retreat. Or, my personal favorite, you can leave this person
behind until you cleared all of the rooms.
Items anyplace
Finally..."Resident Evil" made character inventory realistic. You can
now drop items on the floor in order to pick up new ones. Previously, you
would have to dash off to a magic chest, drop your extra items there, and
then return to the room in order to claim the new item.
Well, today's my birthday. Wish I could enjoy it more. So much work and so little time. Received my brand-new Thinkpad today, and you know what? I think I'll take it home and continue working there. Man...I knew this would happen. There goes my work-life balance.
Other Brian De Palma movies that Steve thinks highly of:
Sad day for the San Francisco Giants. Way I see it though, a team that gives up a 5-0 lead with three innings left does not deserve to win.
Anyways..."Mulholland Drive". After hypothesizing with my brother, I interpreted the movie plot in the following way [spoiler alert]: the Diane character dreamt the entire first sequence. While dreaming that her fantasies came true with "Rita", she feared any reminders of her real-life, i.e., the slumbering tenant and the magic show. Then after waking up, the guilt of hiring a hitman consumed her, i.e., the weird old people. Still not sure about the supporting cast, e.g., the midget, Joe, the cowboy. Now, do you agree with my interpretation because you think that's what I want to hear, or are you thinking about what I said and agreeing because you truly believe that to be right? :)
Simpsons personality test, eh?
Looks like thinkpads will replace our desktop pentiums whether we like it or not. Oh well. The more that I think about it, the more that I like the idea.
Finally held a BBQ to celebrate the release of our product yesterday. Twenty-two months of this struggle. Near the end there, they even enforced mandatory six-day work weeks on us.
Today, my manager gave our department an opportunity: we can trade in our desktop pentiums for IBM thinkpads. Difficult choice. As tempting as the latest thinkpads may be, I'm fairly certain that the thinkpad will seduce me into bringing work home. Never! I mentioned before that when I started college, I enjoyed the freedom the most. Well, here's part II: when I started work, I enjoyed the freedom from homework the most. :)
Speaking of college, I happened to catch the final "Road Rules 11" episode this week, and the cast completed their last challenge at my alma mater Cal Poly, San Luis Obispo. I recognized the baseball field in the distance. I wonder if Poly students designed the aerial obstacle course?
When I watch these MTV reality shows, I think to myself: where are the studious, level-headed geeks? I can't believe that all young adults turn into hedonic partygoers who drink and sleep around every night. Right? Right?
Dug the tribute to "Run Lola Run" (assuming that they meant to pay homage rather than rip it off). When the "Boomtown" cop began chasing the teenager, I recognized the soundtrack instantly.
Still not sure how good the series will turn out. So far, it had a decent start. Rating (out of four stars): ++Speaking of senators, I happened to catch an amusing clip of Robert Byrd the other day. Bush's comment against the Democrats infuriated him. So picture this shaking 85-year-old man on the senate floor, thrusting a finger toward the ceiling and exclaiming, "Wrong!....WRONG!....WRONG!!!" Pretty hilarious.
Jerry asked me to change the look of his SmackDown! character. The game didn't have exactly what he wanted, so I tried for the next best thing:
"Jer-ry, Jer-ry, Jer-ry!"
The "Buffy" season premiere last night had a rare treat. The new villain transformed into each of Buffy's arch-nemeses from the previous six seasons. Meaning, the original six actors actually came back to reprise their characters (I checked the end credits to confirm). I really like how this show goes the extra mile to reward its long-time fans. Rating (out of four pluses): ++
Today, IBM held a dedication ceremony for the 25th anniversary of Silicon Valley Lab. The lab director spoke a few words about the lab's legacy. An IBM executive looked to the lab's future. The San Jose mayor praised the lab's benefit to the city. A city councilman awarded a plaque to the lab. And amidst it all, a California senator berated our state economy, cried out against government mismanagement, and characterized our lab as a lone ship in a "perfect storm" of fiscal disaster. As the crowd whispered restlessly, I grinned at the similarities to Lisa Simpson's "Cesspool on the Potomac" speech.
Forced myself to watch the "Enterprise" season finale last night. Wasn't bad, actually. The episode continued the series' ongoing premise about a "temporal cold war" (in short, the 31st century outlawed time travelers from changing history). Naturally, time travelers in the Star Trek universe violate this directive all the time--even the supposedly ethical protagonists.
To boot, the Federation actually executes anyone who violates the "temporal prime directive". What a joke. If I represented some enemy faction that hated the Federation, then I could just travel back in time and wipe the Federation out of existence. Heck, I could shoot all the cavemen and wipe humanity out of existence. Too genocidal? Then I could travel back in time and give my ancestors advanced technology, thus making my faction the biggest kid on the block.
My point is: if time travel could really happen as easily as the Star Trek universe portrays it, then history should change at the drop of a hat.
For those of you curious: I had no part in the screenshots below. They actually occured in the natural course of the game. Some anonymous person really did ambush Jerry; Allan really did enter the ring to call out Rene; and my counterpart really did anger Jerry. The game does not voice any dialogue though--so I wrote those captions without any inkling of how my counterpart actually angered Jerry.
I guess you could say that they're like the "Sims" of sports entertainment.
It wasn't Allan. He was trash talking in the ring.
"It was you, wasn't it Steven?!"
Oh no! Somebody ambushed Jerry backstage! But who?
Hard to believe that the Fall TV season has almost arrived. When the last season concluded, I had set aside two Summer goals: 1. Catch up on my "Enterprise" backlog (eight episodes that I recorded during my long workdays); and 2. Watch the fifth season of "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer". Well, I accomplished neither. I still plan to watch the fifth season of "Buffy", but I just can't bring myself to keep up with "Enterprise". Guess it's time to face up to the facts: I do not like this show. I do not like the threadbare plots; I do not like the lackluster characters (including the Vulcan); and I do not like the lack of moral issues which made Star Trek meaningful for me. So do I give "Enterprise" another chance? Well, I'll force myself to watch the season finale and premiere. Beyond that...who knows.
Looks like I'll watch the premiere of "Survivor: Thailand" this week also--not that I expect much. Once again, the castaways look like retreads from the previous season: primarily Caucasian with some token minorities. Not surprisingly, they included the token Asian woman this time. But don't get me wrong--it doesn't bother me from a politically-correct standpoint. It bothers me from a boredom standpoint. I can already foresee what will happen: because of their relatively compatible religions and outlooks, these castaways will stick to the same alliance and then shave off each member one by one. Needless to say, that's not why I tune in. I tune in for four main reasons: intriguing strategies, the obligatory "gross-out" challenge, the sentimental "see your loved ones" segments, and conflict. For example, I thought that the best conflict came from the generational gap in "Survivor: Africa". So my humble opinion on how to jump-start this show: mix in some really diverse individuals that would stand the cultural paradigm on its head.
Another good episode of "Monk" impressed me last night. This time, Monk and his assistant reenacted a murder suspect's marathon run to find holes in his alibi. Amusingly, a legendary Nigerian runner in the story actually inspired Monk to overcome his insecurities. This series continue to look very promising. I think back to what a co-worker said about it: "ABC dropped plans to pick this up from the USA network. I knew it wouldn't happen though. 'Monk' is too good for ABC." I certainly agree. Major networks tend to promote big names and/or sexy actors and actresses. "Monk" actually relies on clever writing. Rating (out of four pluses): ++½.
I also look forward to another series premiere, which TV Guide called the best new show of the season: "Boomtown". It follows the "Rashomon"-type premise where the same crime is shown from different perspectives. I wonder if the show will portray the accounts exactly as they happened, or through biased dramatizations. For those of you who haven't seen "Rashomon", each character embellished their accounts rather dramatically. :)
On miscellaneous notes, I took the test on imike's blog:
Also, someone new has entered the SmackDown! arena. Jerry Waki in the house...
What's Allan-sim up to? Let's look in on him...
IBM observed a minute of silence today at 8:46 a.m. (the time when the first aircraft struck the North Tower at the World Trade Center). A deserving tribute. But now the lab has gone so far as to broadcast coverage of 9/11 all day on every hallway monitor. A couple of employees here grew upset from the flashbacks and turned our TV off. It reminds me of the day it happened, when the TVs showed 24–hour coverage, and no one here dared to laugh or smile. Certainly, it's a time for remembrance—but do we really have to relive 9/11?
Anyways, in memoriam to the heroes of 9/11, I dedicate this drawing:
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Thanks to imike for the Richard Kelly interview. The ending of "Donnie Darko" now makes more sense to me. Usually, I can accept cinematic abstractions at face value, but that film's ending seemed to convey something specific. Now if only someone can interpret what the plot to "Mulholland Drive" means...
Tried out the personality tests, too. Mixed results:
This detective can observe his environment so well, that he can memorize every detail in a room (including the exact placement of tacks on a map), and stun bystanders with the accuracy of his deductions. But like Nash in "A Beautiful Mind", the gift comes with a price: obsessive-compulsive disorder and a complete ineptitude for common, everyday living. It reflects my notion that elevated intelligence in one area causes deficiencies in another.
I can actually relate to some of his obsessions (to a lesser extent, of course): I never let anyone else touch my CDs or DVDs; I hate it when people leave fingerprints on my monitor; and it bothers me when people forget to return my pens. So to me, I find a deficient protagonist more plausible than some know-it-all super agent. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's smug fictional characters.
Monk only bugs me in one way: when he takes his nurse for granted. But I imagine that the series will explore that in a future episode. Hopefully, the show will bring back the diabolical "Dale the Whale" character (Monk's 800-pound arch nemesis). I also foresee a "back-from-the-dead" storyline. A car bomb? Come on.
I mentioned in a previous entry that I would create Allan next in the SmackDown! game. Well, without further ado:
The SmackDown! Allan resembles a "sim". The character can approach the ring with his own entrance music, taunt, dance, brawl with other wrestlers, throw them through tables, swing couches at them, fly off ladders, climb a steel cage, hang onto the ropes in a Royal Rumble, referee a match, get ambushed backstage...man, you name it. Hmm...what should Allan's signature move be...?
I don't know how that fool did it, but somehow Jerry artifically inflated my Star Trek movie poll. What's worse, he inflated it on one of the weaker six movies. I drew this for you, man. I call it: "Jerry's head artificially imploding".
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Finally...the Mastercard fraud department removed the false charges from my credit account. Some three months ago, somebody snatched my credit card number and splurged $300+ at "Yahoo Mail Order". I suspect that the criminal somehow hacked my number from a PayPal transaction. That's when the faulty charges started. Nowadays, I only use PayPal for bank account eChecks.
Still no word from my apartment community's lost & found. I pretty much gave up hope on recovering the lost items anyway: a videotape of music videos, a rankings spreadsheet, and an audio tape of songs that I had just recorded. A few weeks ago, I forgot them in the laundry room and returned to find them gone. The leasing office insists that the janitor would leave them there. So I can picture some selfish fool right now--blankly absorbing my tunes, re-recording over them, or letting them gather dust somewhere.
During the Labor Day weekend, I tried showing my parents how to use their new DVD player. The hardest concept to teach turned out to be "selection", believe it or not. The VCR paradigm enforces a very linear mentality. In my parents' first attempt at viewing a DVD, they sat there watching the recycling menu screen--unaware that they had to launch a movie from it. With surprising difficulty, I struggled for words to describe how a visual interface works: the arrows move the "focus" to a new choice--be it glowing words, a border, or an underline. It made me realize that our generation probably takes "windows graphic interfaces" for granted.
Back from my three-day weekend in Santa Maria. Surprised myself by finishing an Isaac Asimov paperback there. Probably the first novel I've read since college. Preferably, I would catch the movie, but films based on Asimov novels seem rare. Only "Bicentennial Man" comes to mind. It kind of disappoints me that filmmakers would overlook one of the most prolific science-fiction writers of all time. Too cerebral? Too boring?
Asimov's careful attention to detail impressed me in "Caves of Steel", and continues to impress me in "The Naked Sun". Even though he imagined this future in 1957, it feels as though his vision could still conceivably happen. And although his philosophies about sociology, science, and the human condition left me disengaged, I give Asimov credit for creatively exploring both culture and logic to tie together an inventive murder resolution. Rating (scale of 1=worst to 10=best): 8.
Updated my Web site. In addition to general updates, the primary revisions include:
I need to publish my recent revisions. Namely, updates to my interests and a fix for the "rolling eyeballs" bug in IE. Also, more "easter eggs"--including a hidden listing of all of them.
"WWF SmackDown! 2: Know Your Role" provides a terrific 3-D engine for designing your own wrestlers. You can customize their appearance, abilities, fighting combination, finishing moves, and taunts. They can then compete in wrestling cards (they start as jobbers, of course), ambush rivals backstage, form alliances, interfere in matches, feud with other wrestlers, and talk trash on the mic.
As an example, I created myself, Rene, and Victor in the game. My counterpart can dance eerily; Rene poses and flaps his arms; and Victor "hulks up".
Haven't created Allan yet. Guess you're next, man. :)
Update:
And then there's a new mid-way monster: Lisa. Some kind of grotesque, hunchbacked lady. Barry or Wesker just stand on the side of a cliff firing at her. One tap from her knocks them to their death. Once again, Chris or Jill has to preoccupy her. Admittedly, the assistant's shots have saved me from her death swipe.
Recently unlocked a bonus mode. It's the same game, but now all the monsters turn invisible. Kind of hilarious, actually. Like when I stab a dagger into a zombie's head, the dagger floats through the air. Considerably harder to dodge or shoot at them too. Have to rely on memory, noises, and instinct. And as you can imagine, fighting bosses gets somewhat tricky. Rating: 10