November 11, 2005

This is what Boredom looks like

I'm the hunting kitty down the hallway ....

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October 21, 2005

Ahhh, the much anticipated Fall THAW

It may sound odd, but every fall I have one great anticipation. Last year and the year before, this was a big THUGgish of me, but this year it's bringing spring into my least favourite time of the year and that's a good thing.

Tony Hawk's American Wasteland came out Tuesday. I was a little behind the curve and only heard about it last week ... I'd not quite finished THUG2 and wasn't thinking that the next game would really come out this fall. But, sure enough, here it is. THAW. Ahhh, I can feel the relief of spring air already warming up the stupid freaking chill that fall is bringing.

And, as if that weren't enough for my skateboard fix, one of the guys at the church is going to go to the skatepark with me Saturday and teach me to ollie. I'm psyched.

I started playing last night, of course, and began in story mode. I won't bore those non-gamers out there with a super-long entry, but suffice it to say that
1) best storyline so far
2) no levels is growing on me - they found a way "around" the level thing
3) they actually have a chic in the game who's not a huge-boobed dimwitted idiot ... which makes the huge-boobed dimwitted idiot that we see at the start of the game actually funny instead of pissing me off again.

At any rate, I'm likely to be a bit distracted this weekend by the THAW (and skateboarding in general).

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September 29, 2005

time in a bottle

After graduation and drinkin' goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks
Everytime I hear that song, I go back, I go back
We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives
Takes us to another place and time
So I go back ...
Kenny Chesney -- "I Go Back" -- When the Sun Goes Down, 2004

I have always been fascinated with time. As a kid, I can remember just pondering about the concept of "tomorrow." I always thought that was just the coolest concept, the idea of fresh beginnings. But I also thought the concept of "yesterday" was equally fascinated. I'm a Sci-Fi geek who loves the past -- not so much a contradiction as it may sound. Not all cultures have those concepts. The Dineh, for example, and I think most of the pueblo tribes, don't have a past tense or a future tense for their verbs. All time was fluid to them (in the old cultures -- I'm sure most modern Laguna Pueblos, or Hopis, or whoever, have no problems with our Western concepts of time now).

I was also fascinated by knowing -- even at seven, eleven, thirteen -- that I would one day be looking back to those ages and get that nostalgic feeling. Not necessarily wanting to be that kid again or be back in that time again.

In fact, I can still remember the day I learned about the concepts of yesterday and tomorrow. My mom, Grandma and I were in the car, exiting a highway and in the middle of one of those cloverleaf round-abouts that spit you back out into local traffic. I don't remember what led up to the conversation, I just remember that light bulb going off in my head -- tomorrow is like we're endlessly exiting this highway, I thought to myself. It's full of possibilities, but we'll never actually get to "tomorrow" because there's always another one following right behind it. Time is this weird cloverleaf circle that never ends -- you can look behind to see where you've been, but you never get back to it, and you never reach that "destination" of tomorrow.

What's odd, besides the fact that I was thinking this at age five, was that I can still remember that feeling that went with this revelation about time. It's one of those typical little kid feelings that I think we adults tend to forget as we get older: that feeling that the world is a magical place, full of wonder and completely amazed at all of the concepts and ideas around me. It's an exciting feeling, thinking about all of that potential out there.

In fact, despite being one of those kids who got the rubber-stamped "not living up to full potential" on the report cards, I have always hung on to that feeling of tomorrow's potential. I'm not one to say it's too late to change careers (I may not enjoy having a forced change of career, but there's potential still out there). I don't mind the thought of going back to school to learn something new. I just choose to place my efforts into what I'm interested in -- both back in the day during schooling -- and today. Sure, I'd like to make a million bucks a year and not have to do anything I don't want to do. But I'd rather strike a balance between doing what I love, living the life I feel is right, and paying bills. Why worry about getting A++s in school but not be worried about not having social skills? I knew kids like that. Why? Why spend absolutely all your time studying and not spend any time living? Seemed stupid. I found a balance that I was happy with, despite my mother's demands that I do some all-nighters to get even better grades. Why? I was already on the honor roll. I felt it was important to also have time for my creative writing and for my hobbies.

After all, there's always tomorrow, right around the corner from today. And if your time is up and there are no more tomorrows for you, isn't it better to have lived your life for you than for someone else?

None of us ever get everything done before we die. We always leave before that one, last thing is done. Isn't it better to try to live a life balanced in a way that makes you happy instead of trying to do what everyone else thinks you should?

I woke up this morning with that snippet of Kenny Chesney's song in my head. I haven't heard it lately as I've been listening to a playlist on my iPod that I call "writing," and that song doesn't match the mood of the others. Anyhow, it's true, what Kenny says. There are songs that take all of us back to another time and place.

For me, hearing REO Speedwagon goes to high school. Journey's "Open Arms" takes me to my first junior high dance and my first dance. A guy named J.T. asked me to dance and I was so surprised to have a guy interested in me.

Remember the theme song from St. Elmo's Fire? The title is something like "Break My Stride," but the line is "ain't nothing gonna break-a my stride." That takes me back to junior high and high school basketball. Long bus rides to rival high schools and long bus rides back home, after dark, watching out the bus windows at the passing lights. I'd get lost in my headphones, watching as we left town and passed through the woods at night. Possibilities. That's what I'd think as we passed through town. Think of all the people out there, all the stories they have. And the dark woods. The possibilities, the tomorrows out there in the woods ... the potential.

Yeah, I was an odd kid. But you know what? I was happy with that. Still am. I've always been content to march to my own internal drummer and I've always felt somewhat sorry for those people who either can't hear that internal rhythm or choose to try to ignore it in favor of trying to please everyone else.

Just some ruminations. Anyone else wanna add any thoughts?

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September 16, 2005

Original Battlestar Galactica Flight Jacket???

Like many kids who grew up watching the Original Battlestar Galactica show in the 70s, I want a flight jacket. You can get them on eBay and some decent costuming online stores ... but they're made out of cloth. Now, I'm sure the original ones were actually made out of cloth and the purists in the world of SF-geekdom have to make things exactly right. I understand that. I dig it.

But I thought they were made out of leather when I watched the show back in the day.

I've found Chris Pappas' site where he sells several costuming bits.

What I can't find is the pattern for a Battlestar Galactica flight jacket so I can make my dream jacket out of leather.

Google is failing me. Anyone know where you can find a pattern for one of these awesome jackets?

UPDATE - March 9, 2011
I have found a pattern!

The Colonial Fleets message board is an artists' site dedicated to the original show. A member there, Marla Trowbridge and her friend Curtis Kidd, have created a pattern and offers it freely. Close ups of the pattern pieces are on this post at the Colonial fleets site. Please note you do need to sign up for a membership in order to see the pattern images.

In addition, Marla has posted some in process pictures of her making a jacket, including a leather one! These are on her Facebook page (which is a public album, so you don't have to have a Facebook account to see this).

Now I just need to source the buckles again ... can't remember where in the world I saw those for sale a while back. Thought it was Chris Pappas' site, but apparently not.

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August 19, 2005

Silliness and Distractions

Various and sundry bits of silliness and distraction while I finish the tale of the bad ghost.

From the amazing, and deceased, Mitch Hedberg:

I think Bigfoot is blurry, that's the problem. It's not the photographer's fault. Bigfoot is blurry. And that's extra scary to me, because there's a large, out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside. Run. He's fuzzy. Get outta here.

And then there's this:

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by

And to completely back that up, there's this:

What Classic Movie Are You?
personality tests by

Those are both based on the 45 question tests --check them out, it's pretty funny.

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August 10, 2005

Hmmm, More on the Speed of Dark

Very interesting ... I found this at lunch today: The Adhd-Autism Connection : A Step Toward More Accurate Diagnoses and Effective Treatments by Diane Kennedy.

Ever since I read Stephen Levy's Hackers, I've thought that a lot of computer geeks sure seem to be ADD or ADHD. Just reading about the personalities of the folks who worked on and with the first computers -- I mean, there's almost a single personality type there (with two classifications: introverted/extroverted ... insofar as any geek gets extroverted).

And given the sense of recognition while reading the Moon book ... I'm just saying ... very interesting.

More on this soon.

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