Monday, February 28, 2005

Mah Heed... an mah tummah!

Just when you thought it couldn't get worse...

Take the headcold I had last week (causing me to miss 1.5 days of work), mix in a liberal amount of food poisoning (thanks, Stop and Shop), and then just a dash of imminent blizzard, and you've got the right mix for quite possibly the best Monday ever!

Pete is home with worse symptoms of food poisoning than myself, so at least I know I don't have it as bad as him. No news on our house guest yet, but he's probably ok given that he's Indian and has a more robust gut than us two white boys.


At any rate, for those of you who're interested, Pete and I are heading to the Kendall Square cinema tonight to catch the 7:20 showing of 'Born Into Brothels', which I've been meaning to see for quite some time. If you'd like to meet up there, drop me a phone call on my cell, or an IM at 'Aeroracere'. Enjoy your Mondays! Watch out for veggie dip!

Friday, February 25, 2005

Uh Oh...

Your Brain is 66.67% Female, 33.33% Male
Your brain leans femaleYou think with your heart, not your headSweet and considerate, you are a giverBut you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!

Wednesday, February 23, 2005


"Someone once said, "All good things must come to an end."... what a load of crap.

I mean yeah, sure, the good things have to end, but the bad things end too. And then they all start over again. That's just life. And you can spend your time worrying about the bad things, but it'll kind of keep you from noticing the good things, so I wouldn't recommend it...

And while you're at it, try not to take the world too seriously, because sooner or later you're going to end up its punchline. And you can choose to be pissed off about it - or you can choose, instead, to laugh.

I have a headcold. Therefore, my content will suffer because the pain of thought demands that I do the most mindless things possible, like read QoW for entertainment. I've been staring at my Wind Tunnel project for about the last two hours trying to figure out how to join it all together, and I've had the following breakthrough: "I hate headcolds."

That is all. You stay classy, San Diego.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

How Nerdy Are You?

I got this from Wen, who got it from Becca, who got it from... well you get the idea...

I am nerdier than 87% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!

Look at my nerdiness and ph34r me!

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Able and Baker

Taking a cue from ssy7's Xanga:

For those of you who aren't accustomed to Able and Baker, it's a webcomic about the wacky adventures of a sheep and a monkey who are test subjects in the space program.  The genius of the comic can be seen in the copyright line at the bottom: "All content is owned by me or my future ex-wife."  Mr. Jim Burgess has cute character designs, and features an interesting factoid with every new strip, todays fact is:

"As an iceberg melts, it makes a fizzing sound because of the compressed air bubbles popping in the ice."

I know I feel smarter.  Honestly, Able and Baker is one of my favorite webcomics, and the first two panels here show exactly why.  "I'm bored with my digital camera" "You do realize we're floating in space..." "Maybe I'll take pictures of this delicious candy bar."  Ha ha ha.

Anyways, drop by there every weekday for a brand-spankin' new comic complete with monkey and sheep (and occasionally giraffe) goodness.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005


CHRIS ROCK plans on doing the same thing he's been doing for years!

In a shocking development, the would-be host for the upcoming 2005 Oscar Awards was documented as having said that the Oscar ceremony was akin to a fashion show, and that only gay black men would watch it. He later went on to swear a lot!

For the uninitiated, Chris Rock is the continuation of a comedy legacy. Before him, there was Bill Cosby and Richard Pryor. There was George Carlin and Sam Kinison. Through the last thirty or more years, these men have made a living by speaking their minds with whatever language they feel most suits the subject matter, and not asking for apologies. This isn't any different with Mr. Rock, whose comedy routines are far from 'Politically Correct'.

Waning ratings for the ceremony have led the producers to seek more and more edgy hosting over the past years, casting aside the likes of Billy Crystal and Whoopi Goldberg. No one is safe from the current hosts, and verbal mudslinging is often just par for the course.

Our culture is on the cusp of being completely censored. This all started with the banning of books. Books were the first mass-media available to any person in any place. Anyone could go into a library looking for a copy of the Anarchist's Cookbook or any other number of 'flagged' materials. Eventually, certain people began raising a stink because they saw these materials were available for anyone, and they were promptly banned.

Before long, the same censorship was weaving its way into the radio and television airwaves. No more "swearing"; a loose term whose definition seems to be made up by the FCC alone. No more "indecency"; something which at this point includes the naked rear end of cartoon characters. Porky Pig will now have pants, folks. That is the extent of the change our culture has had to go through to appease the more conservative amongst us.

Censorship, to me, is a problem. I dislike being told what I can or cannot watch, listen to, or do. I understand there is an inherant moral code to the world, and also a code of decency, but I also understand that those people out there raising a stink about these sorts of issues are too busy to change the channel.

When they were kids, Porky Pig didn't have pants, and they had to get up (OUT OF THEIR CHAIRS! EGADS!) to change the station. Now, with the flick of a button, they are able to police the airwaves from the comfort of their favorite La-Z-Boy. Now, with the click of some computer keys, they are able to write the FCC and tell on those wicked, wicked television producers; those horrid DJs on the radio...

Granted, in the past two years there have been some very tasteless things in the public arena. Janet's boob... Howard Stern, in general... Bono's F-bomb... however the only case most people have against these people seem to be that they are waiting like vultures for these people to screw up. Maybe it's the everyman's way to feel important; even though they feel like a nobody, they can still write a letter to the FCC and be useful, and be noticed. They're protecting the whole country, after all! Aren't they?

For those of you who have been following this inevitable chain of events, I would ask that you turn a deaf ear to those who seek to continue to censor media. Whether it be art, music, movies, or television, we are a progressive culture because we allow our fellow citizens the right to say and do what they please within the letter of the law. When the letter of the law begins to contract around us, we have a problem. Don't write letters if you see something you don't like on TV, change the channel. Don't write letters if you see something you don't like at a museum, just stop going there until the exhibit changes. Don't write letters if you hear something you don't like on the radio, just change the station or turn it off. Chances are in the long run we'll all be a lot happier if you take the easy way out and flip a switch. After all, nobody wants to write a long, drawn-out commentary on censorship... right?

Monday, February 14, 2005

My Sister

My sister is so smart... *beams with pride*  This was featured on the Discovery Channel in Canada


One-Year Anniversary

This won't be what you're expecting. You read the title and thought, well, I wonder what that's about. I'm going to tell you here, in the first paragraph, that it isn't what you think it is. You might be surprised, or if you know me (as some people do) you might not. It certainly won't be about Valentine's Day, so if you're looking for flowery messages to a secret special someone, you had best move along.

You see, it's been a year, maybe not today but a day very close to today. Granted, it's also been a year since I gave up meat (with the exception of fish... I know, I'm a failed vegetarian, but whatever) though I don't think those two occurances are related. What you see of me now is not what I was one year ago. I'm a new and different person, and the one-year anniversary I choose to celebrate today isn't one that would be considered anything happy, because that's what I've been missing for a whole year.

There was a time, not so long ago that I can't remember the differences between then and now, when I had the kind of blissful existance of a five-year old. Somehow I had held onto that through the various hardships in my life without letting the dark and gloom of bills, family trouble, friend trouble, and self-doubt bring me down. Somehow, that all changed a year ago.

I wish I could pinpoint the exact moment when the hollow feeling replaced that full of bliss feeling that had resided there for so long. I've tried at times to figure it out, but like grasping for the stars, while they seem so close, they are always out of reach.

Now that I've come out with the awful truth, there are some other things you should know. By you, I mean whoever is reading this, because this isn't a purely directed message. This isn't meant to go out to any one person, or group of people. It's really just a monologue that finally decided to slip out from the nether-places in my heart and my head after being held inside for the past three hundred sixty some odd days.

I know that given what I've already said, some of you, especially those who have given me reason to smile and laugh over the past year will think to yourselves, "It must have all been an act", or "That's funny, he seemed happy." There is no reason to think any of those things, or any other things that might cheapen the fun and laughter that I had with any of you. I love all my friends, even those who I've known for only a short time, because they show me the me I want to be again. The one I lost a while ago, and have been looking for.

Now I want to make an analogy. I'm not very good at these, so if this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, I would say "I'm sorry", but you've been warned:

There is a man standing by the side of a road. This road isn't lit very well, and he has only a lantern. The light from this lantern isn't very bright, and only affords him a dim view of the things passing by on the roadway. Why he's standing there in the first place, is because he's waiting for something. He's waiting for something to pass by that the light from the lantern will show in enough detail to remind him of of why he's waiting in the first place. As it stands though, it's too dark, and the things on the roadway pass by too quickly to be of any service to him.

So maybe some of you are asking, "So why is this coming out now? Why not some other time?" and the answer to those questions... the first answer is because over the weekend I had a glimpse. I got to spend some time with some people I hadn't seen in a long while, and really be myself.

I think that's what I lost a year ago. I started 'acting' a little bit, in order to be accepted by new people in my life. I stopped being a complete goofball, and started making little compromises in my head because I thought that was the only way I could get these new people to accept me. Over the weekend I rocked out to Metallica, played Hearts, and laughed about things I had forgotten for a long time. Over the weekend, even if it was just for a night or two, I was me again, and I guess in order to celebrate this one-year anniversary, I should stay me for a while.

I want you to know that... I guess there're a lot of things I want a lot of people to know. I want you all to know that this day is just another day, but it's also the first day. Any day can be the first day, and today is my first day. For a while. Today I can start uncompromising those things I compromised a while ago, because if people won't accept the silly, goofy person that I really am... the one who will always be less mature than the kids I will eventually have, or the one who takes great pride in discussing nonsense, then chances are they might have lost that something too.

If you have lost that something, take today to read and consider what I've written. Maybe some of it will remind you of what you're grasping for, and it'll bring it within reach. And it'll be a day you can mark for an anniversary some day down the line.

So, if you see me in the near future, please start a conversation with the phrase, "Hey, remember that time..." and remind me of that thing we did that time. Or that place we went. Those people we saw? Remember? That made me so happy. That's what we should all live for. Those times. Smile for me, even if you're just passing by in the dark. Sooner or later I'll see you, and be smiling right back.

Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Lent: A non-Catholic's point of view

So, for the past few years, ever since I lived with a nice young guy who was Catholic, I've managed to give up something challenging for Lent. For Forty days, I gave up sex. I gave up alcohol. Last year I gave up eating meat (which has been the only one I stuck with, so far), but this year, nothing is coming to mind.

I realize I have no obligation to give up anything for Lent, but making a self-sacrifice of some kind, particularly when it's giving up what might be considered a personal vice seems like it's a good idea. It's always good to keep yourself in check, and to make sure that you are driving your decisions rather than letting some other thing or substance drive them.

At any rate, if any of you lovely readers has any suggestions on things that I might give up for Lent in order to reflect a positive change in my life, or want to give me further clarification on the purpose of this exercise in general, I'd love to hear them...

Monday, February 07, 2005




Does anyone know what ended up happening with Eugene Wilson last night? All I heard after his 'floppy arm' tackle, was that he had an 'arm injury' and was going to be X-rayed. Was it a shoulder dislocation or a break? Anyone? Bueller?

Friday, February 04, 2005

Abridged, just like that Madison County movie...

If you enjoyed Cleolinda's "Phantom" in 15 minutes, I recommend checking out 'The Editing Room', which was updated today to include abridged (and funny) script treatments for all three of the Lord Of The Rings movies.

I enjoyed the heck out of the movies, but the treatments don't pull any punches. Enjoy!

Thursday, February 03, 2005

All play and no sleep make Ethan a dull boy...

I enjoy my sleep. Make no mistake about it. Like most people, without enough sleep I tend to get sleepy, grumpy... irritable. I don't like heading to work on 5 hours of sleep, because I know I'm not going to be my usual self.

Last night, our upstairs neighbor (who I really like, he's a cool dude) was out of the building. He works as an RN or something, and keeps odd hours for work. At some point between 4 and 7 PM, his smoke detector (conveniently located near the hallway which my bedroom shares common walls with) decided that it had a low battery, and wanted to be changed. This meant beeping once, twice, or three times about every two minutes.

Being a calm fellow that I am, I did my best to ignore it, but around 1AM, I just couldn't take it anymore. Even if I'd gotten to sleep right then, I still would have only had 5 and a half hours of good sleep. So, I did what I thought was best. Rather than call the fire department and complain of a fire alarm in my building, I jimmied his door open (it's behind several other shared locked doors) and snuck in to replace the battery with one of ours. Eureka! No more beeps! I locked his place back up, and went to bed happy.

Until 6AM.

When the beeping started. Again. Apparently batteries just don't like that alarm, because it started beeping. Again. There goes my night of sleep. Per the routine mentioned earlier, I just plain removed the battery (making sure there was another sensor within a short distance), and went back downstairs to get about 45 minutes of what was less than restful sleep.

While I felt kind of bad for entering someones home without permission, he and I have spoken in the past and get along just fine. I'm sure he doesn't want the fire department knocking in his door in order to shut of a low battery warming, and I'm sure our landlord doesn't either. I hope he understands. I wrote him a note and explained everything and apologized, so hopefully he'll accept.