Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Ghost Rider, The Movie?


Sorry, I’m gonna get really geeky today.
Last weekend my wife and I went to see X3: The Last Stand. And while I liked it, it wasn’t great. I really don’t think that it deserved the 100something million dollars it made its first weekend. But, It was a good couple of hours. The thing that kinda bothered me was the trailer for Ghost Rider, for a couple of reasons.
First,
How many freakin’ movies are they gonna make about comic book characters. I mean, let’s face it, Ghost Rider? How many people outside of the comic book world have ever heard about ghost rider?
Don’t get me wrong; I like Ghost Rider. I used to read that comic quite a bit... when I was in grade school! I still have a couple of them wrapped in protective vinyl envelopes (geek) and stored away from light and damaging elements.
Now, their bringing Superman back, there’s been talk of making a Witchblade movie, and Joss Whedon is writing the script for Wonder Woman. This one I’m actually looking forward to. In my opinion, it’s got two things going for it: Joss and Linda Carter... What? No Linda Carter? That’s it... I don’t have any desire to see this waste of two hours of my life... Well, okay, I’ll probably go see it anyway. I mean Joss is writing and directing it, so I'm kinda obligated. So... No Linda Carter? *sigh*
Second,
Nicolas Cage. I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of faith in Hollywood A-listers. For the most part I believe them to be talentless hacks. I’m not saying this about Cage. I actually kind of like him. Unlike Tom Cruise, he doesn’t seem to be a freak. He was good in ConAir, very good in Racing with the Moon, Very funny in Peggy Sue got Married (probably the only good thing about that snoozer), Fantastic in Moonstruck, good in City of Angels, and very good in Gone in 60 Seconds. So, I like Cage quite a bit, but can he pull off Johnny Blaze? I guess we’ll see in February. I guess that I’m willin’ to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Hey I got an idea...
As long as Hollywood’s hot for comic book movies...

Groo the Wanderer! I want a Groo Movie!

Friday, May 26, 2006

The R. Tam Sessions



“I can see you…”

Chilling is all I can say about this little film.
Those of you who have read my little blog here know that I’m a freak for Firefly & Serenity. (Actually anything Joss Whedon as of late, but that’s for another time.) One of the things that I love about the ‘verse (world of Firefly) is that there are so many mysteries. These mysteries were just getting set when the series was cancelled.

Who was Shepherd Book before he joined the priesthood?
What did Wash do during the War? What are the shadow puppets all about?
Who are the Blue Hand Guys? (Kind of answered in the comic book)
What is BlueSun?
Why did Inara leave her home to travel the ‘verse? What’s she hiding?
What really happened to River in the institute?
What is she really capable of?

Some of these questions were answered in the movie Serenity. Others… not so much.
Some of the questions were touched on in the book that accompanied the movie. Others… not so much. And some of the questions were deepened, expanded, spawned new questions.

The R. Tam Sessions, at least, brings new light into the questions about River and the institute, in a haunting and quite chilling way.
I’m not sure where the film came from or why it was made. It stars Summer Glau and Joss Whedon (quite obvious from the voice, otherwise, you only see the back of his head). Whedoneque.com says that it was made as a kind of promotional thing for the movie, but this is the first anyone has heard of it, As far as I know. So… I don’t know.
I enjoyed it thoroughly, ‘cause I love the River character, and Summer does such a good job with it. Brilliant.
Check it out at www.session416.com

Monday, May 22, 2006

A Fallen Hero


A. Scott Crossfield
1921-2006

I don’t have a lot of Heroes. There are a lot of people out there that I think have done some extraordinary things, but they are not my heroes. So, when someone passes away that I really do consider a true hero… well… that’s a time that I stand and take notice.
I just found out that Scott Crossfield died last month, when his Cessna 210a went down in a thunderstorm over Georgia.
“So,” you’re thinking, “lots of people crash in small private planes.” That thought tells me that you have no idea who this man was.
Crossfield has flown some of the fastest planes in the world, including the
  • Bell X-1 (Yep, the same plane in which Yeager broke the sound barrier.)
  • Northrop X-4
  • Douglas D-558-1 (he was the first to go Mach 2 in this plane)
  • Convair XF-92a
  • Bell X-5
  • North American X-15. This thing was designed to fly 250,000 feet (operational ceiling of 354,200 feet… that, by the way, is Damn near space! SpaceshipOne only went 328,000 feet. And Crossfield was never considered an astronaut, he was a test pilot) and travel at mach 6.72 (3,937 knots). He crashed the X-15 once. He had an engine burn up, so he landed it and broke the plane in half in the process.

So you can kind of see why I think that it’s a bit ironic that a pilot of his caliber could be taken out by a storm.
It’s hard to loose anyone, but a genuine hero? That there is a jagged little pill.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

The Boy Scouts = My Life

I haven’t written in a while. Thing have been crazy.
On Monday I went in for my annual physical for the Boy Scouts, to make sure that I’m not gonna have a heart attack on some hike. Heaven help me if some 13 year old has to do CPR on me in the high Uinta Mountains. I don’t even think that they can spell CPR, let alone do it.
Sorry ADD boy again.
Anyway, my blood pressure is 140something over 110something. So, now, I’m being medicated for being a stress case. My wife doesn’t know if she needs to thank the BSA for making me get a physical every year, or to curse them for causing the stress.
No… I’d be fine if I’d just stick to being the Scout Master of my neighborhood troop, but no, that isn’t enough, I have to be the assistant course director for “Silver Moccasin” as well. (Silver Moccasin is the council’s NYLT training course, by the way.)
One of the really neat things that’s happening this summer is that the council is sending me to the national training center at Philmont this August. Which is gonna be a total blast because I get to bring the family along. It seems that they have programs for my wife and all of the kids on down to my two year old. So, they all get to go horseback riding, and have fun while I’m sitting in classes. No, really, it should be fun, if I can just make it through June and July without clutching at my chest and falling to the ground.
I'll tell you one thing though, at Silver Moccasin, I have power running to my tent, and I'm taking my little DVD player, along with Serenity, Firefly, and probably season 3 of Buffy. Oh yes, Whedon will be represented at camp this year.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

The Siren Song


Whoh! I’ve been getting way too heavy as of late and I think that it’s time for a change.

You know... I’ve been posting here for a couple of months now, and I think that we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. “Friends,” you might say. And so, as your “friend,” I’d like to tell you about a drink. The Nectar of the Gods it is; Joy in a bottle, you might say. Oh, and it must come in a bottle, anything less would be uncivilized.
Oh yesssss *elongated for emphasis* I’m talking about Yoo-Hoo.
That chocolaty goodness, made from pure... well...
...um...
I’m not really sure what it’s made of, but I’m sure that it’s good for body and soul. Well, soul anyway. Everything a growing boy (or girl) needs to be happy.
I first had Yoo-Hoo while living in that once golden land now rotting dung heap of Southern California. Had I known that Yoo-Hoo is almost unknown in Utah, I would have stayed in that steaming cesspool of LA just for the drink. Uh-hu, it's that powerful.
And so imagine my joy, when I walked into a gas station convenience store right here in the state of my birth, and heard the siren song of Yoo-Hoo in the refrigerator, right next to the Sobe. I don’t have to tell you that I almost kissed the Iranian behind the counter. Jumping for joy I purchased my first bottle in years for $1.69. Compared to what I had just paid for gas, it was a pittance!

I’m good now. The smooth chocolate liquid mingling with my digestive juices. I’ve never enjoyed a burp so much in my life. ;)

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Holding it Together


I’ve been spending my lunch hour looking around at blog sites. And I came across the site of a lady who has been going through a lot the last year and a half. Her posts were heart wrenching. I can’t imagine pain like that. She made me look back on the things that have happened to me over the last year. And I gotta tell ya... I’ve got it made. How she has been able to hold herself together... well, that’s a testament to true strength.
She got me thinking. If, God forbid, I were to loose my wife, what would hold me together?
My religion? I’m not so sure. My faith has never been that strong. I tend to side with Mal Reynolds on this one. “I ain’t lookin’ for help from on high. That’s a long wait for a train that don’t come.”
My work? What, are you kiddin’?
My Family? Well, they could be of comfort, if they took turns. Like most Mormon families... well... there’s a lot of us. Damn near an army. Overwhelming? Understatement.
My Kids? Yes. Those guys are my glue. I love them more than life itself. I found this picture of me and two of my daughters. It was taken at West Thumb in Yellowstone a couple of years ago. It’s a bit blurry and it was a cold, rainy day. But, I love it.
I hope that I never have to find out what it would be like to have to be a single Dad. I’m afraid that I would go off the deep end, and never be able to swim to shore.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Keep Flyin'

I’m feeling a bit thoughtful right now.
You may have seen posts from me with the phrase “Keep Flyin’” tacked to the end. Let me tell you where it comes from.
Back in 2002 there was a little show on FOX called “Firefly.” In it, a small group of people, one might say that there were a family of sorts, traveled the ‘verse in a little transport that went by the name “Serenity.” (Sound familiar yet? Yes, there was a movie out last summer that went by the same name.)
Anyway, at the very end of what should have been the first episode, the Captain, Mal Reynolds is inviting Dr. Simon Tam to join the crew. At this Simon asks Mal why he’s being so nice and Mal answers that it’s been “a good day.”
To this Simon says something like, “You’re carrying two fugitives, you’ve run from the law and from savages. Most of the people on the ship, including yourself, have been shot or wounded, and it’s been a good day?”
To this Mal answers, “Were still flyin’.” And then Simon says, “That’s not much.”
“It’s enough.” Mal says, before turning back to the ship’s helm.

You see, no matter how bad it gets, if you can get to sundown and your still flyin’, well, then it’s enough.
And so...
Keep Flyin’

Monday, May 08, 2006

No Worries

I really wanted to write some scorching rant about something... But…
Nothing’s really bugging me today. Hu... how about that? Life is going really well.
-I’m going into the Scouting summer from Hell. (3 weeklong camps).
-My wife has decided that she hates our house and so wants to sell it, even though we probably only have a couple of bucks in equity (no lie).
-My car is making some unholy screeching sound under the hood.
-My back yard lawn is so long that I’m gonna need a field mower to get through it.
-I can’t find anything good to read... Print is dead.
-I have some gardens to put in. (flower and veggie)
-I’ve been remodeling our bathroom for two years now.
-My (almost) teen-aged daughter wants her own room, and I’m about half done with that.
-My kitchen cabinets are falling apart.
-The entire house needs to be painted, inside and out.
-Our mini-van needs tires.
-After saving and waiting for three years now, I finally got a mountain bike, but now I’m too busy to ride it.

But, life is going ok. I can’t say that I have anything of meaning to complain about.
Keep Flyin’… it’s enough.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Just a Test

I changed a couple of my settings and screwed something up...
*sigh*
What did I do?

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Just a Thought

I used to do a lot of writing... not so much any more. No time.
Anyway, I read On Writing by Stephen King some time ago and there is one thing, (well... there were a lot of things) that stuck in my mind. What he said about writing is that:

“it’s first about seeing the impossible and then saying it.”

Isn’t that great?

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Creepy


Maybe it’s just me, but doesn’t that Burger King… King guy give you the creeps? For the love of all that’s holy! Get that thing off the television!
Ever since that thing debuted… I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. My blood pressure is through the freakin’ roof. I know that some day I'll wake up to find him in my bed, smiling away, just before he bludgeons me to death with a Whopper.
Please, please, please… Burger King… Get rid of the evil King guy before he really kills someone. I don’t want the last thing I ever see in this world to be that smiley face of evil!

What was that? A banging at my door…
Noooooo! It’s the King and he has a Whopper! Noooo… Get away…

Monday, May 01, 2006

The Pleasin' Odor's Half the Point

Ya know what I love...
I love to walk into a used bookstore and take a big wiff. There is something about the smell of old books that just make me go all gooey inside. It’s darn near a spiritual experience. They should make incense that smells like that. But, then, that wouldn’t work very well, ‘cause it would probably smell like burning old books, which would just make me want to take my own life. What if Glade made a plug-in that smelled like old books? Yea... now were talking.
Why old books? I don’t know. I think that it’s all the acid free papers and inks that they use these days. If you walk into a Barnes & Noble, today, you won’t get the same smell as walking into a Sam Wellers. It’s the smell of time; the consequence that time takes on books. The pages yellow and go brittle, the ink fades. Books are mortal, just as we are. I recently got a copy of an old book that went out of print in the 1960’s. In fact, it went out of print 5 years before I was born. As soon as I got it, I opened its yellowed pages and smelled. Not just a sniff, but a full lung full of the musty air... The smell of the bookstore. The smell of time.
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