tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10382044551829031432024-02-20T02:15:35.939-06:00shabbygeekcheck back for the latest commentary on life.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-66211488835479042132010-04-27T22:47:00.000-05:002010-04-27T22:48:17.294-05:00new digs. again.Check it: shabbygeek.tumblr.comshabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-82861614815694386392009-12-14T22:51:00.007-06:002009-12-14T23:05:33.682-06:00the south.<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A few images of the South.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rOuifCWA4nI6iKNq8-3KwKuQRN3xhkuzbJEFdo-b4t6MyYZtcE_NU9KocdHrk85XjvsUK7cflncq7Lg3K050m0A3cc7z41Wq8ASlTPgaawfh-oa_UhlSDZuRhyphenhyphenCMGv6oOcobsV02ipaz/s1600-h/thebarn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rOuifCWA4nI6iKNq8-3KwKuQRN3xhkuzbJEFdo-b4t6MyYZtcE_NU9KocdHrk85XjvsUK7cflncq7Lg3K050m0A3cc7z41Wq8ASlTPgaawfh-oa_UhlSDZuRhyphenhyphenCMGv6oOcobsV02ipaz/s320/thebarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415322880437761618" border="0" /></a>The old milk barn at the grandparents-in-law's.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NvsjJc8t98yAHcqGbnubOR1HfG4rhetStKxk2UyB6qeiveYcmpffOQJ81O1gHGrCKv5rotw579s9nIaUfn4rwqsacNbtcpd_QOpdbVGTdkqJWa6pnjxIeLa-lGvVe3HENO946SRlpaeh/s1600-h/chair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NvsjJc8t98yAHcqGbnubOR1HfG4rhetStKxk2UyB6qeiveYcmpffOQJ81O1gHGrCKv5rotw579s9nIaUfn4rwqsacNbtcpd_QOpdbVGTdkqJWa6pnjxIeLa-lGvVe3HENO946SRlpaeh/s320/chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415323443271489394" border="0" /></a>Outside an old antique shop up the road from the house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHBar4EXH7J7aVvw_rqD4gRRZgVH-_9pREjHwY5Ar9IW-shxLI-gFUE4DkCqBm-7lLF6JHrN00ynO-R_LXaeLn5JemJ1LcOSFOb89LcQTc7X_TUrkpkKS2Om8_5y8sTSAHfYu5URJDY7Y/s1600-h/gpa_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHBar4EXH7J7aVvw_rqD4gRRZgVH-_9pREjHwY5Ar9IW-shxLI-gFUE4DkCqBm-7lLF6JHrN00ynO-R_LXaeLn5JemJ1LcOSFOb89LcQTc7X_TUrkpkKS2Om8_5y8sTSAHfYu5URJDY7Y/s320/gpa_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415324314174663538" border="0" /></a>Grandfather-in-law, David Gier. Picked from the garden behind the house.<br /></span></div>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-21868097974129352022009-04-30T23:52:00.005-05:002009-04-30T23:59:42.728-05:00i'm lonely too.Two more days til Hubs gets back. I'm house/dogsitting for friends and this poor little pathetic ball of fur is pretty mopey, too, as his owners are out at the same conference in Atlanta. Here are a couple of shots I got of André following me around the house. I must be the most boring dogsitter in all the land.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCbHqHeDnGL1FylRSkln62zEdC9TKSBYWCIrBBMdBHLFxhV1L8zrLG3p4Mw6810q3MpTeLdchbRlAdmnoDSYG1WasdgJoWv8n0zkmeCh82oxB5PndFhefLSBfZtZ8GGGvXaoDrRvCY8MK/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCCbHqHeDnGL1FylRSkln62zEdC9TKSBYWCIrBBMdBHLFxhV1L8zrLG3p4Mw6810q3MpTeLdchbRlAdmnoDSYG1WasdgJoWv8n0zkmeCh82oxB5PndFhefLSBfZtZ8GGGvXaoDrRvCY8MK/s320/bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330714718493898482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGiMluN_Y63Z_bi_OKcx4JkdpktIAsmb18cc1DG2Ucfwt0Wx7IxltKEQfZv60-8DPhIj3QuIiEO8p4ifSZTca2535LFN62E5OpmupRVO5ZLxMGT02WadrrU4k_Cx_lBsKT8UMW__iLRob/s1600-h/livingroom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGiMluN_Y63Z_bi_OKcx4JkdpktIAsmb18cc1DG2Ucfwt0Wx7IxltKEQfZv60-8DPhIj3QuIiEO8p4ifSZTca2535LFN62E5OpmupRVO5ZLxMGT02WadrrU4k_Cx_lBsKT8UMW__iLRob/s320/livingroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330714949235207186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ciOQ9BiNIrh2-My6Z92c2nHLMI7oLhwO0E7qgKXEgnw3-XkVHYn68aaGTlJ01_4cBqcuogMr9pchiTKcWVLEWikPcTKnRhQMVEHP3n72TQVkl1d8WGj9tcCljdtjN0hXJBfxmrEWMEM4/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ciOQ9BiNIrh2-My6Z92c2nHLMI7oLhwO0E7qgKXEgnw3-XkVHYn68aaGTlJ01_4cBqcuogMr9pchiTKcWVLEWikPcTKnRhQMVEHP3n72TQVkl1d8WGj9tcCljdtjN0hXJBfxmrEWMEM4/s320/kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330715191511840834" border="0" /></a><br />I hope I don't look this pathetic when Kyle's out of town.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-85769330208135602662009-04-14T15:20:00.002-05:002009-04-14T15:22:20.395-05:00i only drink coke with chinese food.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCop7GVeXKR_AvToW9ddvWyfdIyfE2e6PnItbLJFeEr8upIkOEwum2k7oovt7VWblMJdPB6GSlzYwjZmupL-ngQQiW40zPgUY1ifcj2P5_fkFrY5qfIxyDwy_UjpyKaVq6TWPiG3urr1E/s1600-h/cokes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCop7GVeXKR_AvToW9ddvWyfdIyfE2e6PnItbLJFeEr8upIkOEwum2k7oovt7VWblMJdPB6GSlzYwjZmupL-ngQQiW40zPgUY1ifcj2P5_fkFrY5qfIxyDwy_UjpyKaVq6TWPiG3urr1E/s320/cokes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324644948448477890" /></a><br />Just one pic from our most recent trip to The Farm. The photo's untouched. It's just one of over 400 of 'em. It was a marvelous weekend. More to come.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-34468580763047284222009-02-27T20:24:00.002-06:002009-02-27T20:44:02.230-06:00man o man.I should've called this blog "The Monthly Update." Then, the description would have read: "Check for the month-old commentary on life that's no longer relevant."<br /><br />This is the part where I say I'm sorry.<br /><br />I'm coming up with a clever little template, do you see? ;)<br /><br />February started out with a bang. The house was filled with 20 close friends for a Super Bowl gathering to kick off the month. I think there was a lot of laughter, a lot of passing baby Emerie around, a lot of good food, and the Revenge of the Fallen trailer on TV. Yeah, those are my short, detailed memories of that night.<br /><br /><"stream of consciousness"><br /><br />February was a celebration of a lot of lives. Both of our brothers had birthdays this month, dear friends of ours had their first baby, we had baby showers, birthday parties, lots of cake, anniversaries, flowers, and a lot of gatherings. Oh, and there was Valentine's Day. And the start of a huge freelance contract that doesn't show any signs of stopping. (Except it ends in June, actually) My best friend got a job in Little Rock so I can see her once a week for lunch instead of seeing her once for a few hours on a Saturday every other month. My mom is now in Georgia temporarily caring for my nephew while my sister is on TDY so I can call her at the drop of a hat because the time difference is only an hour, not thirteen. I got in a car accident. I got a new computer. I had a mini-breakdown and took a personal day from work. I worked a <span style="font-style:italic;">lot</span> this month. I had a Sunday off from volunteering at church, which was the first time I haven't spent 5 hours up there on a Sunday <span style="font-style:italic;">all year</span>. My vacuum cleaner broke (I'm a neat freak and we still haven't replaced it). I've met some amazing, interesting, and funny new people. We helped some friends move to a new place. I learned a great deal about what real love is. I've had some major perspective changes.<br /><br />All in all, it's been an amazing month.<br /><br />And I'm really looking forward to the next one. ;)<br /><br /><"/stream of consciousness">shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-3076711496302802372009-01-26T22:19:00.003-06:002009-01-26T22:28:11.941-06:00i don't like bugs, either.Over the weekend I discovered another YouTuber, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/communitychannel">Natalie</a>. She makes me laugh.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3GwJXfefck&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3GwJXfefck&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="222"></embed></object><br /><br />What's interesting about this video is that I am as equally psychotic about her irrational killer spider fear. Except I do that with all bugs. Ants, cockroaches, bees, you name it. I feel like if I squish one of those dreaded bugs, some super-secret bug signal is sent out (think a telepathic version of the Bat signal) and all of Squished Bug's homeboys will conspire to crawl into my nasal cavity in my sleep.<br /><br />I should stop watching YouTube.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-6995403954260573092009-01-12T23:31:00.001-06:002009-01-12T23:33:17.212-06:00dance part deux.He's back. And he still makes me laugh.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inLBPVG8oEU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inLBPVG8oEU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-87250241564572301332009-01-10T21:20:00.004-06:002009-01-10T21:44:29.256-06:00happy 2009.Man, I can't believe the last post I wrote was over a month ago, and was merely celebrating another holiday. Now, here I am, welcoming in 2009 nearly a week late. I really don't need to keep up this practice.<br /><br />Of course, I've been busy. And, like always, I'll provide you with a short-handed version of what I've been up to.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The family</span><br /><br />It was a big ol' family reunion with my nuclear family for Christmas 2008, and it was 8 days of glorious family time. Mom, dad, and brother flew in from Japan, and sister and nephew came in from Georgia. I don't know about you, but I absolutely love my family. Sure, we're all weird and annoying in our own respect, but we get along just fine and the laughter never stops when we're together. We drove around and looked at Christmas lights, played Guess Who & poker, watched movies, cooked fabulous meals, and shopped.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The gifts</span><br /><br />Christmas also brought a barrage of AMAZING gifts. It was a year of huge blessings, with our two gifts of an entire brand new dining room set and a digital SLR. We were speechless, seriously.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The house</span><br /><br />With family coming into town, the husband decided he wanted to <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> get cracking at remodeling the house again. We worked on the house for 3-4 weeks before family came. Painted the bathroom an entirely different color, changed hardware, re-mudded walls, it was like a short, intense version of remodeling the house when we first bought it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">New Year's</span><br /><br />New year's was pretty basic. We went to a friend's house and hung out with his girlfriend and family, then went to the in-laws and played games and hung out with their friends, and then came home around 11:30 to ring in 2009, just the two of us. We had fun. =)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The friends/work/birthday<br /><br /></span>It's been a bit of an emotional roller coaster this week, with one dear friend leaving permanently for the west coast, celebrating a birthday and having a slammed week at work. The birthday started off with a wake-up call from Ma, followed by a call from a girlfriend, and work took me out for lunch. I had been craving a turkey sandwich from a local Mom & Pop place, and we had a good work lunch together. I even got a sweet, sweet recording of birthday wishes from a special someone overseas e-mailed to me! =)<br /><br />Bub surprised me with a birthday dinner at PF Chang's with all of our closest friends, my best friend, and the in-laws. It was a genuine surprise and I grinned from ear to ear the entire night. Then went out shopping, which I hardly ever do, and I got some new shirts & a dress. Yes, even a dress.<br /><br />This isn't the normal writing style for me, I know, and I'm leaving a lot of information out, but I think I've glazed over the meaty parts of the last month. Today's been pretty slammed as well, and I'm about to pass out on my keyboard.<br /><br />After I eat an oreo truffle, though. ;)shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-3149750444531509822008-12-09T18:30:00.003-06:002008-12-09T19:24:48.142-06:00it's christmastime.I don't know about you, but I love Christmas music. I LOVE IT. I have a Christmas playlist on my iPod in the car, I listen at work (when I can) on the computer, I randomly sing it just to annoy my coworkers/husband/random people at Target.<br /><br />So I thought I'd share some songs that I just so happen to LOVE during Christmastime.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pA8UHeoYHQM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pA8UHeoYHQM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Mariah Carey: "All I Want For Christmas is You"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrvebqA8xdM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrvebqA8xdM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Britney Spears: "My Only Wish (This Year)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLhIaicELVg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLhIaicELVg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Various: "Baby It's Cold Outside"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab47lqFIe8Y&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ab47lqFIe8Y&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Various: "Santa Baby"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFmmMy_4jYk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFmmMy_4jYk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Josh Groban & Brian McKnight: "Angels We Have Heard on High"<br /><br />Also, I found Gap's <a href="http://www.gap.com/merrymixit">"Merry Mixed Carols"</a> pretty entertaining this year, as well. Jon Heder dancing makes me laugh.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-60386032835407313232008-12-07T17:11:00.008-06:002008-12-07T17:43:26.724-06:00ice + skating.We didn't break any limbs last night. It took about 4 goes around the ice skating rink to feel as if I wouldn't fall flat on my face, though. =)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKFGeyxrbOpknF81JNuI5OBqiCARN3ruTXWP79Jl3-rVv-sWhLWVTgu958pDyX9rTyhJuR-61a8ubvHEdw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwXfXvSUozDrDr7YsxgMUfKvrF6PV3oM2DF2gJkVUQ4PfCRGW8YVuxHt1TVYiH9sxqQoqI2DaB1PXmAecL_CQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dztfDjlTn6Q_zbeZaMzQhdfgtvIGevghD_vQnM9KaZvVwTX-nPHtuJ8UlzPSpgX6lFmnd6s_suIeO8yXJbF1w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-42501780020760142952008-11-23T08:51:00.077-06:002008-11-23T14:14:53.485-06:00tweenagers, angst, and vampires, oh my!So I went and saw <span style="font-style:italic;">Twilight</span> yesterday.<br /><br />Okay, no, let me be more specific. I saw <span style="font-style:italic;">Twilight</span> yesterday afternoon at a fairly decent showing time where I wasn't expecting there to be much of a line of crazy screaming teenagers at a moderately awesome theater with three girlfriends of mine who had previously read the first book of Stephenie Meyer's series. Two of us had our "I heart Vampires" shirts on, the other two were bundled up to endure the cold theater.<br /><br />The line was decent -- we arrived at 12:15 and only had about 20 or so people in front of us also waiting for the 1:00 showing. There was a healthy mix of guys, girls, teenagers, moms, and boyfriends. Of course I had the bright idea to wear my high-heeled boots only to stand in line for 30 minutes. Smart move.<br /><br />We shuffled in a bit later, and sat through some trailers. One trailer, might I add, almost scared the pee out of me. It was for the 2009 release <a href="http://www.theunbornmovie.net/">The Unborn</a>. Who puts a horror movie trailer in front of a movie whose audience consists of grannies and 8-year-olds watching? Sheesh. I almost had a stroke at one of the scenes and had to look away for the rest of it.<br /><br />Right as the lights started to dim, one of the girlfriends squealed and said, "All right girls, this is the moment we've been waiting for!" and there were comparable squeals throughout the theater, closer to the front. I glanced at my friend on my left and she made a funny face.<br /><br />Yes, what my friend had said was right, to a certain degree. My previous post revolving around the book-turned-movie claimed that I had my reservations about the film. And now looking back to that entry, I have to correct myself. When I wrote it, I was pretty disappointed that they were making this film. There are so many elements that involve the other senses besides sight and hearing that the novel deals well with. The translation to screen would be an abominable undertaking.<br /><br />So while I sat in my seat as the movie was about the start, I can honestly say my expectations still remained pretty low. I wasn't concerned that the movie would not live up to the expectations of its overall dedicated and wildly faithful fan base. The fact that Meyer felt good about the movie sealed that thought for me. These people who had poured over every word would be able to follow the movie easily and intensely, feel the chemistry between the two leads, and probably be able to recite the dialogue if it was pulled directly from the novel.<br /><br />And for the most part, that was true. But this fan of Meyer's Twilight didn't walk away from the theater feeling wholly satisfied.<br /><br />*spoilers ahead*<br /><br />I should start from the beginning. If you have no earthly clue what <span style="font-style:italic;">Twilight</span> is about, you've been living under a rock, so this <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/plotsummary">link</a> should help you with an accurate synopsis. I'm not sure what's going to cure the whole "living under a rock," thing though, so I can't help you there.<br /><br />One of my biggest disappointments with the film has to do with its writing and pacing. The movie felt as though it was cramming way too much information into its 2 hour time slot and trying to please its fan base audience a little too much. In the book, it's internal dialogue, detail, detail, internal dialogue, dazzling Edward, detail, internal dialogue, detail, emo-ness, detail, and angst. (Yes, in that order) In the film, they jammed more of the "we need to get this in there to make people happy" plot points and sacrificed the progression of a natural story arc. An example of this was when I was completely let down with the "I don't want to be stuck here like Mom did!" line that Bella delivered when she was trying to leave Forks. All the internalizing in the book of her mom and dad's relationship history was summarized in one line in the film.<br /><br />Before seating ourselves in the theater, I asked my girlfriends who I should sit by, because I knew I would be snickering at the really over-the-top ridiculous parts. I probably did this around 10 times throughout the film, which wasn't bad, and didn't get me shot, but here's a partial list of what made me stifle a laugh:<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The first third of of the film's score</span><br />Okay, so I may not be hip to the game on film scores, but I know that it's not necessary to add lingering guitar riffs to fill awkward character moments. Luckily, they redeemed themselves with the last two thirds of the movie and it didn't make me want to stab knives into my ears.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Edward's facial expressions</span><br />I recently watched an interview where Robert Pattinson (who plays Edward) talks about his most difficult scene to shoot. It was the scene where he rescues Bella (in his mini hot rod Volvo, at that) from a group of thugs in the town of Port Angeles. He doesn't point a gun at them, he doesn't physically manhandle any of them, he just...pulls up and...glowers. Yes, he <span style="font-style:italic;">glowers</span>. And in the film, he glowers badly.<br /><br />When they hop into the car and peel away and he asks Bella to calm him down, he also has a wild expression on his face, which reads naturally in the book. On the screen, he looks like he's refraining from upchucking. That wasn't pretty, either.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The Bad Guy Vampires' entrance</span><br />Even as far back as the first trailers, I wasn't a fan of the way the vampires "floated." The execution was laughable, but I can't honestly tell you how I would've liked to pull it off if I were translating the book, either. In any regard, this opinion carried over to having to watch a full thirty seconds of it in the movie.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Charlie's moustache</span><br />I'd seen it several times before watching the movie, and don't worry, I laughed then, too.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Kristen Stewart's head-shaking</span><br />I really hesitate to say that Stewart actually acted in this film. I know I'm being judgmental, as I've only seen her in the critically acclaimed In the Land of Women, and she did the weird head-shaking then. I've also seen her in several interviews for Twilight, and I'm not quite sure if acting for this film was really natural, so natural that she didn't actually act...? Regardless, I thought she was going to go into a full-on seizure at any moment in the film.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The very non-threatening feline Cullen family pose in the baseball scene</span><br />As the Bad Guy vampires made their way onto the field at the end of this scene, I had expected a threatening stance, something scary, wicked, intimidating, from the Cullen side. It ended up the exact opposite -- it was very anti-climactic with not even a puny growl in sound editing. Or at least not big enough to make me notice. Sad.<br /><br />Like I said, that's only a partial list. I'd be a hypocrite if I said I was secretly judging the "Woo!" girls in the theater, but I certainly had my well-restrained-internal "Woo!" girl moments. There are several moments that the film did just right. Here are all the things I managed to remember without writing any of them down (which is pretty impressive with my feeble brain):<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The Kiss</span><br />They partially gave it away in the trailer, but it was sheer bliss on screen. It was a one-way ticket to TENSION CITY, folks.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Meadow Scene</span><br />Although I had imagined a brighter, less green and more golden hue, the scene where Edward describes his strength and power in the meadow and flits around like the crazy vampire he is, was spot on.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />When Bella Fell on Her Butt</span><br />That was just funny. I LOL'd.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Cullen Family Uber Dramatical Entrance</span><br />Floaty, white, vampirical goodness. Even if Jasper looked like a crazy that should be an an asylum for about 99% of the movie.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Any Time Carlisle (Peter Facinelli) or James (Cam Gigandet) was on Screen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Vampire Baseball!!!!!</span><br />I know that it's not worth the $8.25 (or so) for a movie ticket, but if I could sell someone on watching this movie, it would be because of <span style="font-weight:bold;">VAMPIRE BASEBALL</span>. The <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xsp3_a-PMTw">music</a>, the camera movements, the speeding up and slowing down in post, and the environmental thunder and crack of lightning made this scene my absolute favorite. I grinned like an idiot throughout and immediately wanted to rewatch it as soon as it was over. But I couldn't, and that also made me sad.<br /><br />Yes, the movie had some hiccups, and besides the pacing, the other disappointment I had after leaving the theater was that the non-readers won't enjoy this movie. At all, sadly. As a fan of the book, the film did things better than it did worse, for sure. As a fan, I enjoyed it. I'm glad that I did read the book first, though. The sparkles turned out a lot better on paper.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-11421720551700614382008-11-11T21:49:00.003-06:002008-11-11T21:50:45.899-06:00i've been hiding.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9lsmikYsw9q81LrkAd8UYCgIhZW0FHm1B2lSisTqeLxg639pRpyeW6qegOaf7qe0L9pAxgFb9F2lOw8l_E4L-rFTTo_qPH2G3MS1w6uNSWVfCT6AKj5jRGrF5qiPKdvH9xojdvDv3WyC/s1600-h/DSC_0072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9lsmikYsw9q81LrkAd8UYCgIhZW0FHm1B2lSisTqeLxg639pRpyeW6qegOaf7qe0L9pAxgFb9F2lOw8l_E4L-rFTTo_qPH2G3MS1w6uNSWVfCT6AKj5jRGrF5qiPKdvH9xojdvDv3WyC/s320/DSC_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267613322471577938" border="0" /></a>I'll be back soon. I promise. And not in the form of a scarecrow, either.<br /></div>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-19589231150661963672008-10-26T18:04:00.020-05:002008-10-26T22:00:40.541-05:00a visual follow-up.Only a week later, but pictures as promised. These are just a few -- the exciting ones I'm trying to hide from a certain someone, because I'm trying to get them framed. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawT1VDoNr9wu4np7sSOPMoDika2dgSRvYQdWX74uz83G2VrjcBFU-rTLW6vyGbk9HZv5ptxPZ_PT8dDt7Zgh35BEZq9WlFikGNmLotz3Il6QZc8_e8aP3fcL523mMdJtevgVyyGNpitqM/s1600-h/jen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawT1VDoNr9wu4np7sSOPMoDika2dgSRvYQdWX74uz83G2VrjcBFU-rTLW6vyGbk9HZv5ptxPZ_PT8dDt7Zgh35BEZq9WlFikGNmLotz3Il6QZc8_e8aP3fcL523mMdJtevgVyyGNpitqM/s320/jen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602748831692226" /></a><br /><center>A special visitor.</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUhZfUqZLh1j6YaUGIfowQ8ANnDFZVfcZnQ7q9O49aNLpEKL-LvOL990B_i6tHMxxEeH-w_nEVujLNu79u20XwA_AJb54RoAwiZ42kanC6xJ8hrceTMB5O4Hj973FUzz5P6Y0CLpKZgsl/s1600-h/kylejen01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUhZfUqZLh1j6YaUGIfowQ8ANnDFZVfcZnQ7q9O49aNLpEKL-LvOL990B_i6tHMxxEeH-w_nEVujLNu79u20XwA_AJb54RoAwiZ42kanC6xJ8hrceTMB5O4Hj973FUzz5P6Y0CLpKZgsl/s320/kylejen01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261603279811693682" /></a><br /><center>They had some interesting conversation...<br />Kyle: <span style="font-style:italic;">Oh really? Battlestar Galactica, Sarah Connor Chronicles, Buffy, Blah Blah Blah?</span></center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx5ssGcaEvn673z1wt3ZeazpcF0ztE3HxVbGRxzgGJ0uQByWup1mqeQ_f4skj9YG2bjiFtLNMnagJxeqkUZ__r-H1BY3YqXE5MBp68ffSnfWQ_PkmAx1eF-C2ahamkCnEXTsrhNbh2Iw-/s1600-h/kylejen02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx5ssGcaEvn673z1wt3ZeazpcF0ztE3HxVbGRxzgGJ0uQByWup1mqeQ_f4skj9YG2bjiFtLNMnagJxeqkUZ__r-H1BY3YqXE5MBp68ffSnfWQ_PkmAx1eF-C2ahamkCnEXTsrhNbh2Iw-/s320/kylejen02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261605041896961586" /></a><br />Jen: <span style="font-style:italic;">Yeah, no kidding! Angel, The Office, Max Payne and Numb3rs!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGW8JulcVOwXnRKfienvfVIgjNxZopUJzCdCiy6ELyvyfVWH1lF9F0c2MRK-qHR1d79bbAFNEkWsN13bbIom_dq163pdeFoUxDh4V0e871nUyuX-1KtdAWhMF_weXnTDGpwitEmw4poZt/s1600-h/capjen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGW8JulcVOwXnRKfienvfVIgjNxZopUJzCdCiy6ELyvyfVWH1lF9F0c2MRK-qHR1d79bbAFNEkWsN13bbIom_dq163pdeFoUxDh4V0e871nUyuX-1KtdAWhMF_weXnTDGpwitEmw4poZt/s320/capjen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261605745006794658" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjWxUeNcJl9qbUBfU-FiU41Hn9hqvNlswBiMFH6wn0xt4aCRBwk54GuRoi3vNDRLDQxIBISdd1nvzikRn_6nwVPUW6J-7hAITKFiBrYWbcQ7Xul9xcmZu1fi4pY0ezaf9nV0UjyBh8Of1/s1600-h/gow2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjWxUeNcJl9qbUBfU-FiU41Hn9hqvNlswBiMFH6wn0xt4aCRBwk54GuRoi3vNDRLDQxIBISdd1nvzikRn_6nwVPUW6J-7hAITKFiBrYWbcQ7Xul9xcmZu1fi4pY0ezaf9nV0UjyBh8Of1/s320/gow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261604447848484226" /></a><br /><center>After Starbucks we went to reserve this at GameStop. Hooray. (Not really)</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqFu5028Ep9_93g18hRRWSpgACd-4rWnudPqecXw2aNXPvzpvzMWnhJB_RWikO_9Izn1nY-Da2IBKeHyS9Y-5198Q7qidqcu6wgNR3wm5Xfb9Etl3SrxsHo_Xh8fSyWyrs0k42uk96PDf/s1600-h/brothers01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqFu5028Ep9_93g18hRRWSpgACd-4rWnudPqecXw2aNXPvzpvzMWnhJB_RWikO_9Izn1nY-Da2IBKeHyS9Y-5198Q7qidqcu6wgNR3wm5Xfb9Etl3SrxsHo_Xh8fSyWyrs0k42uk96PDf/s320/brothers01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261606059126619346" /></a><br /><center>The brothers at <a href="http://foghornswings.com/">Foghorn's</a>, home of some <span style="font-style:italic;">amazing</span> wings. The older they get, the more alike they look.</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmunqHlNHAxuMMFokHOCvA0LnyW0oNlhQYPj-fPGQeS8h3UEYB97y7y83yVM5cpdswVTnK24QZrMoa8Qj3B_qE_bZdjE91sw591B3N4Moo83rGfdTliMLGnYoqqQFKRLEXa37Wft3UMF2z/s1600-h/tree01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmunqHlNHAxuMMFokHOCvA0LnyW0oNlhQYPj-fPGQeS8h3UEYB97y7y83yVM5cpdswVTnK24QZrMoa8Qj3B_qE_bZdjE91sw591B3N4Moo83rGfdTliMLGnYoqqQFKRLEXa37Wft3UMF2z/s320/tree01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261606676215055602" /></a><br /><center>The leaves are starting to turn on Fayetteville's campus. Beautiful. </center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDkOcQ6VgPBdCBgYtZSnuq5scMaMDWcFHabQ8BP5q9xZMwzaGfeeXR6oPHltLiC_Kk1E02FASTMsT4jT2P9ANeICLXCVpJDZdd2GJonUq6JlEHef4ZPdiMEbplHsLx8aR7_btxn2xjSih/s1600-h/tree02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDkOcQ6VgPBdCBgYtZSnuq5scMaMDWcFHabQ8BP5q9xZMwzaGfeeXR6oPHltLiC_Kk1E02FASTMsT4jT2P9ANeICLXCVpJDZdd2GJonUq6JlEHef4ZPdiMEbplHsLx8aR7_btxn2xjSih/s320/tree02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261607144445349026" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OvH53My6Wew4xynwRjW_yuXrZXrhtdzLNP1IVMatR5NtXU1zBW8MJTjhtIed0NO6ioxfA8zs5crF50Sv1Elq_I9fMIIjosMJV_Q37TRlmZku5Wtpvvpvz3OHEUL-6Zg53sGmMUhlSZYJ/s1600-h/kylecap03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OvH53My6Wew4xynwRjW_yuXrZXrhtdzLNP1IVMatR5NtXU1zBW8MJTjhtIed0NO6ioxfA8zs5crF50Sv1Elq_I9fMIIjosMJV_Q37TRlmZku5Wtpvvpvz3OHEUL-6Zg53sGmMUhlSZYJ/s320/kylecap03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261607852749040290" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7iW_Vl-cMN2NaAjCU3OW3iBWqnEP494goi35pLeiI_2Lfbhu-PnlXaO3556oV8Nx2QfmAPJq0612RMXDSOoJEb3bNVQthlTNp-knhnwVI6GRnnRuqnz-0GYJ_NVeSPIPZUv9T5b4rwJv/s1600-h/kylecap01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7iW_Vl-cMN2NaAjCU3OW3iBWqnEP494goi35pLeiI_2Lfbhu-PnlXaO3556oV8Nx2QfmAPJq0612RMXDSOoJEb3bNVQthlTNp-knhnwVI6GRnnRuqnz-0GYJ_NVeSPIPZUv9T5b4rwJv/s320/kylecap01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261608451483422130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32ALRs7zemEkcegBdtFkmkD71FFWpE3dYdQ-joKOH8eKGjGbGrzlP8K1XaapwzNZ_E8GSU8tw33sVEOEAAlsfXvM1LNzmunwWt-7VeRZF9JOceqIyQkjp43e76xFf9CwGEuqsfuTM-6Xt/s1600-h/indian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32ALRs7zemEkcegBdtFkmkD71FFWpE3dYdQ-joKOH8eKGjGbGrzlP8K1XaapwzNZ_E8GSU8tw33sVEOEAAlsfXvM1LNzmunwWt-7VeRZF9JOceqIyQkjp43e76xFf9CwGEuqsfuTM-6Xt/s320/indian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261609175401888978" /></a><br /><br /><center>There were a bunch of beautiful sculptures on campus, as well. This is one of them.</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtoaT9bGuSr9Dcysdte3j_4X3eWzgFLwbMWmYZcWtxsCvB1FvWSmm6U7FZZ0FtWzUzSL5Dd8Je3dkhb4H5I54Uid3kQtkpCrHA4C1z0mpy8Ct11uHJdxVs4SOr4E5t5Y-gdjd69NV6ewL5/s1600-h/kylecap02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtoaT9bGuSr9Dcysdte3j_4X3eWzgFLwbMWmYZcWtxsCvB1FvWSmm6U7FZZ0FtWzUzSL5Dd8Je3dkhb4H5I54Uid3kQtkpCrHA4C1z0mpy8Ct11uHJdxVs4SOr4E5t5Y-gdjd69NV6ewL5/s320/kylecap02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261609768870719122" /></a>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-32760472744001136212008-10-20T21:32:00.005-05:002008-10-20T21:56:26.058-05:00the apple "bean counter" ad.Wow. Are there really any words for this?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVyTnTdijog&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVyTnTdijog&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Well, actually, there are words, and they were said by <a href="http://www.techcrunch.com/2008/09/19/huh-those-mac-ads-arent-as-funny-any-more/">Michael Arrington</a>, my favorite technology blogger. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>Suddenly, Apple looks a little elitist. I mean, they were elitist before, but in a way that made you want to be a part of the club. Now, they just seem a little snobby.</blockquote></span>At the time, Arrington was referring to a new Apple ad in the NYT, nearly a month ago, but stated plainly that these ads simply aren't funny anymore.<br /><br />Erick Schonfeld, also of TechCrunch, made some pretty <a href="http://www.techcrunch.com/2008/10/20/apple-goes-mccain-on-microsoft-with-mocking-attack-ads/">valid points</a> about the two new ads as well.<br /><br />I'm still a happy Apple user, but I'm exasperated with the petty picking already. It's time for a new campaign.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-31083753561441590392008-10-19T20:49:00.008-05:002008-10-19T22:35:30.077-05:003 years weekend: a play-by-playI'm not one to post exactly what I did in a day. In most posts, I'd rather waste my time constructing sentences that have to deal with hating Hello Kitty, talking about some bit of technology, work, or the something like that. But this weekend was so spectacularly awesome, I just thought I'd spread the love by sharing <span style="font-style:italic;">every little detail</span>. Okay, I'll hold back...But just a little. ;)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Thursday evening</span><br /><br />Kyle and I had already budgeted and planned for dropping some dough on a serious dinner. We decided on 1620 in West Little Rock. Everything was YUM. And yes, I explicitly use "YUM" as an adjective. We started out with the calamari (okay, which was only 50% YUM), I had braised short ribs, and Kyle had a 14 oz. steak. We even held out for a souffle for dessert - oh, so delicious. It was a weekend started off right, for sure.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Friday<br /></span><br />Friday started out in a pretty interesting fashion. Kyle & I had planned on meeting Jen Abrams (of <a href="http://thehydracooler.blogspot.com/">The Hydra Cooler Podcast</a> and <a href="http://fringedwellerspodcast.blogspot.com/">Fringe Dwellers Podcast</a>), who was making a trip from Texas to Tennessee. We ended up meeting at a Starbucks near our house. For the most part, it was enjoyable conversation. Until they started to talk about sci fi and I completely tuned them out and started taking pictures with the camera. Pictures (with my own personalized captions) to follow in a post, soon. =)<br /><br />After our chat with Jen, we headed to get both of our cars' oil changed. That meant me driving to the Toyota dealership where we purchased my Camry, and then we headed over to what I've always called the "Bad Karma Wal-Mart."<br /><br />No joke. Every time I go into this Wal-Mart, I have a terrible experience. Someone has been shot at this Wal-Mart. Enough said, right? Luckily, this experience was painless. We picked up a few snacks for our road trip, and Kyle got his oil changed. Then a friend of ours picked us up and drove us to the GameStop nearby where they reserved their copies of GOW2. (I have pictures of this experience as well)<br /><br />Then about an hour later, we headed up to Fayetteville.<br /><br />Part of our anniversary weekend was an agreement between Kyle and I that I would attempt to catch up on the one billion episodes of Heroes that I still haven't watched. I sat content in the passengers' seat during the short 2.5 hour drive and watched a few episodes. Almost to season 3, folks!<br /><br />Our hotel was modest and right off the interstate. It was the only hotel in the city with a whirlpool tub, or at least it was the only one I could find after 20 minutes of searching on the internet. We dropped off our luggage, and decided to eat simple and familiar - at a P.F. Chang's in Rogers. Calamari, honey chicken, and wok-seared beef. YUM.<br /><br />We shopped at a few places before watching the glorious and awesome film, Max Payne.<br /><br />And by "glorious" and "awesome," I mean "sheer and utter poo." I appreciate Mark Wahlberg's acting chops (he's not hard on the eyes either), and I enjoy a video game action-filled flick, but it wasn't enough to carry me through the movie. I wasn't familiar with the game, so I'm curious to see how the film held up with the video game fans. <br /><br />But, I have to poke fun at this film. I just have to. Every time I saw Mila Kunis, I almost laughed out loud. And Ludacris? And NELLY FURTADO? Okay, okay, I'll stop now.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Saturday</span><br /><br />We lazily slept in until late morning, which was nice. It's nice to not have to worry about the 8 million things we normally have to do on any given Saturday. =)<br /><br />We met up with Kyle's brother for lunch at a Foghorn's, a wing place that he recommended to us. I'm a wing fan, and they had 50 different sauces to choose from. 50! I settled with sweet lime and Jamaican jerk, Kyle had Oriental and Gold (mustard/barbecue). Sweet lime won. =)<br /><br />Then we had a personal tour of the University of Arkansas campus. This was my first trip to Fayetteville (ever), and I was excited to see the stadium and campus. We parked and walked around for a bit. We took tons of pictures, walked, and took more pictures. The trees were turning, and the campus was absolutely beautiful. I had no perspective of how big the campus was -- I went to a university that sits on a pretty small-to-average-sized campus, but UofA is huge. And a lot more pretty than I thought it'd be.<br /><br />After our tour of campus, we went to locally-famous Rick's Bakery to buy some petit fours and chocolate covered strawberries. I had a black and white cookie, which, in retrospect, I should have bought a dozen more of. And yes, you guessed it, they were YUM.<br /><br />After parting with Tyler, we headed out to another mall (I think NWA mall?) and bought a bunch of new clothes for Kyle. It's nice that I can dress him up now and then. I was proud of him -- he very patient with me as I picked stuff out and rejected stuff and couldn't make up my mind about sweaters and shirts, etc etc etc. =)<br /><br />After our shopping success, we drove around for a little while, then headed back to the hotel for a short nap. Or what we thought would be a short nap. We were supposed to be at a show on Dickson street (Needtobreathe/Gavin DeGraw) at 7:30. We fell asleep around 5 and didn't wake up until 7, so dinner was out of the question.<br /><br />The concert was probably the worst experience (for both of us) of the weekend. I'm a live music fan, and Kyle is not, unless the venue includes such headliners as Michael Buble or...Michael Buble. We ended up standing and waiting for a total of 3 hours, only to hear 1 hour of music. Needtobreathe was awesome, but I can't say as much for Gavin DeGraw, unfortunately.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday</span><br /><br />Today wasn't quite as lively. We had another late night/morning, so we had lunch as soon as we checked out of the hotel under the advice of Tyler once again -- at Slim's Chicken. They had some amazing chicken tenders, with an awesome Slim's mayonaisse-based sauce. Oh yes, and seasoned fries, and sweet tea please.<br /><br />We got back to Little Rock early evening and took care of some chores around the house -- yard work, steam cleaning the carpet, unpacking, sweeping, you name it. It was a good productive end to a relaxing, but filling weekend.<br /><br />The entire time, I kept staring at Kyle and thinking how much it meant to me that we were together, married for 3 years. It's still exciting. He still makes my heart flutter. He still makes me smile, and he still makes me laugh until it hurts. It was nice to hold hands and walk and talk together, just the two of us. It wasn't even as though we were just a 2.5 hour drive away. We were in our own little world that we were discovering, and the only people that mattered were us and each other.<br /><br />Okay, my mush break is over. You know those silly surveys people forward to each other, and you fill them out just to pass the time? I haven't done one in...years, but thought it'd be a nice re-cap of our trip before I call it a night. =)<br /><br />"3 years anniversary trip to Fayetteville"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Music listened to</span>: Jennifer Hudson, Needtobreathe, Kina Grannis, Gavin DeGraw, Leona Lewis, Robbie Seay Band, Vampire Weekend<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Snacks consumed</span>: Me -- Cheetos, dried mangoes; Kyle -- sour patch kids, dried mangoes<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Media consumed</span>: Heroes, Fringe, House, Gossip Girl, Life<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Favorite Meal</span>: 1620<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">New Favorite Smell</span>: Black Amethyst bubble bath from Bath & Body<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wish I Could've Spent a Ton of Money at</span>: Any clothing store Kyle would let me enter, and Sephora =)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Favorite anniversary gift</span>: Kyle's personalized shirt he bought for me online -- pictures in my next post =)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Favorite new snack</span>: Cheetos Puffcorn<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Biggest waste of time</span>: Me -- Max Payne, Kyle -- Waiting for Needtobreathe/Gavin DeGraw<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Favorite picture</span>: Kyle and I sitting on the stairs of Old Main on the UofA campus<br /><br />Okay, time for sleepy. Can't wait to edit these pictures and get them posted! =)shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-71694335269505594202008-10-12T16:48:00.002-05:002008-10-12T16:49:17.667-05:00disturbia.When Rihanna's "Disturbia" music video debuted, a friend tried to show it to me but I made her shut it off because it freaked me out.<br /><br />But Kina Grannis's cover is totally do-able. =)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pT_klCRWzZU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pT_klCRWzZU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-16259765314055960262008-10-12T15:51:00.004-05:002008-10-12T16:11:51.836-05:00the thing about freelancers...As mentioned in a previous post, we had 4 shoots last week, which wrapped up yesterday afternoon around 5PM. Needless to say, today was definitely a day of rest and relaxation (read: I slept from midnight until 10AM).<br /><br />On our bigger-budget shoots, we have the luxury of hiring out freelancers in our market, which I always enjoy. On our shoot on Friday I had the pleasure of meeting two new guys. One works frequently with the bigger production companies in town, and the other was fairly new to the field, but still a hard worker. He reminded me of a more scruffier and scared-looking <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BNjU3Nzg1MDM0OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNDIwNTQ3MQ%40%40._V1._SX332_SY400_.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.imdb.com/media/rm3549206272/nm2375297&h=400&w=332&sz=23&hl=en&start=44&um=1&usg=__Tufp-72Lqy59VFXJyD5LAqv75t8=&tbnid=h9ddW_u_k2yzXM:&tbnh=124&tbnw=103&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dryan%2Beggold%26start%3D39%26ndsp%3D21%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN">Ryan Eggold</a> from 90210.<br /><br />And then there were the other two freelancers who we've hired out for every bigger budget shoot -- Bob & Amy, whom I love. It's neat working with a husband and wife team who simply get each other and work together flawlessly. Bob is a quiet, easy-going guy and Amy is his much more energetic counterpart who is great at rounding up crowds, directing, and is constantly on her toes.<br /><br />The thing I like about freelancers is that they show you a different perspective to your normal flow of things. Last week marked my 2-year anniversary with my current job, and I've gotten very used to the way things work within our company. It's nice to have a different and unexpected perspective on how to set up a shot, how to light a scene, when and why to move schedules around. It's nice, fresh, and it keeps me grounded and constantly learning.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tidbits from all 4 shoots:</span><br /><br />1) One of our testimonials from our shoot yesterday was an 8-year-old named Diamond. For real. I met a girl named Diamond.<br /><br />2) I noticed one of our new freelancer friends wore grip gloves with <span style="font-style:italic;">everything</span> he did. I don't think he ever took them off.<br /><br />3) Our talent from our shoot on Wednesday sliced his arm open on a desk he was standing at. Okay, he didn't really slice it open, nor was he bleeding profusely, but it was funny because he had hardly even noticed it.<br /><br />4) There's no point in slating if you don't slate after every cut. I'm still trying to get my boss to understand this. You can't "half-way" slate your shots.<br /><br />5) Shotgun Dan's doesn't accept AMEX. Neither does Community Bakery. These two facts proved to be very cumbersome this week.<br /><br />6) A 2007 Camry's inflated birthday balloon capacity teeters at 13-15 balloons. Just in case you were wondering.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-68627272559079595282008-10-11T23:23:00.004-05:002008-10-11T23:40:29.823-05:00groooaaaan. she has an album.This is the first time I've ever posted on this blog about my deep distaste for Hello Kitty, but I was browsing iTunes today and happened upon this monstrosity of an album that was released recently.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLrE0EbQLrELnxqsigbu0_vgT6BeFq7015NUcXEqEfhqpfWLXlgNBI3LK0nfw2D0AuMukIwT7kgq-CbUEXTJ67vSUI2BNvFTVMAqVbqPtK-J4V6xJxt6Xq3Z2I9Z2x9VK61AqTRjVVqzn/s1600-h/hellokitty_cd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfLrE0EbQLrELnxqsigbu0_vgT6BeFq7015NUcXEqEfhqpfWLXlgNBI3LK0nfw2D0AuMukIwT7kgq-CbUEXTJ67vSUI2BNvFTVMAqVbqPtK-J4V6xJxt6Xq3Z2I9Z2x9VK61AqTRjVVqzn/s320/hellokitty_cd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256118945722732066" /></a><br /><br />There are only a <span style="font-style:italic;">few</span> things that I actually hate on, to be honest. But these are for good reason: roaches (they're gross), boiled cauliflower (also gross), and Maggie Gyllenhaal's <a href="http://images.askmen.com/galleries/actress/maggie-gyllenhaal/pictures/maggie-gyllenhaal-picture-1.jpg">smirk of a smile</a>. You know, shallow things of that nature. <br /><br />However, as far as Hello Kitty goes, she's been on my bad list ever since my elementary school days. Shopping at the Sanrio store in Hawaii was a rare treat, but I remember clearly how my beloved Pochacco was slowly being replaced by his cuddly kitten counterpart.<br /><br />My middle school years were no better, especially when we moved to Japan. She was everywhere. Her face was plastered on vaccuum cleaners, coffee makers, <span style="font-style:italic;">trains</span>... <br /><br />And now she's got her own album. Heaven help us. <span style="font-style:italic;">Is no method of marketing safe?</span>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-71807619136105540102008-10-09T20:46:00.007-05:002008-10-09T21:40:29.545-05:00random check-in.It's been an interesting past several days. Work has me really crazy busy, among other things. Or maybe just crazy. I think I'm going to write in short blurbs tonight. Ooh, I think I'll throw in some bolded headlines for good measure.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Check Off The Lazy List</span><br /><br />Paid Bub's car tax. Hooray! (finally paid it) Boo! (I don't like taxes)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Work, Work, Work</span><br /><br />4 big shoots this week. Not one, which is manageable, but <span style="font-style:italic;">4</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Musings</span><br /><br />I've been letting go of the little things lately. The impact of little things can morph into a big ol' waste of time when you let it, I realize.<br /><br />Bub has been making me laugh more and more lately. <br /><br />I want to start writing music. This might be a little overkill for me, though. (looks over at untouched ukulele)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">New Habits</span><br /><br />Bub and I have been on a jalapeno chips kick. Those within a ten foot radius are disapproving.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Purchases</span><br /><br />I got a Skype wifi phone. I like it. It even works better than my getting-crappier-by-the-day cell phone. And I bought it used for $15. Score.<br /><br />I also like to purchase things on clearance from Target. I bought a pair of cute pink sleep shorts with hearts all over for $3.50. Double score.<br /><br />Wait, triple score for hearts.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-5342036128420264702008-10-01T21:15:00.009-05:002008-10-01T22:09:08.554-05:00real life mario kart.Last week, three pairs of hard-working hands put their blood, sweat, and tears into a real life Mario Kart for a derby race.<br /><br />The following pictures document the fruits of their labor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtn34IQnhniRs3OS3XfmNOrMgpkorkLSMbGoPFIZv3ZF0S9OLWUucQexfL74_5e6dJNsbCkjPH7eqfhhxg0KnmVikDNPaTCKprhgSBr8YorImI3nS3Djlp0FAZLwq2NrnxkGhcMdkWAZNd/s1600-h/kart04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtn34IQnhniRs3OS3XfmNOrMgpkorkLSMbGoPFIZv3ZF0S9OLWUucQexfL74_5e6dJNsbCkjPH7eqfhhxg0KnmVikDNPaTCKprhgSBr8YorImI3nS3Djlp0FAZLwq2NrnxkGhcMdkWAZNd/s320/kart04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252381022724468850" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNwDMLNSOxslgPJvi0Onf6Bqw27HNbt_M5WRycAhaKoZHb45ZucR27JQArS-gKPcP5r4IE1XVxy2ZWEcab8Yt-VSWitBb0DL5nXFctrQjxRh4wv97Tq3XmQFRKS9oDM_legtMO82JpvUs/s1600-h/kart03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNwDMLNSOxslgPJvi0Onf6Bqw27HNbt_M5WRycAhaKoZHb45ZucR27JQArS-gKPcP5r4IE1XVxy2ZWEcab8Yt-VSWitBb0DL5nXFctrQjxRh4wv97Tq3XmQFRKS9oDM_legtMO82JpvUs/s320/kart03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252381445948651570" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLH8fFzLy-kg5hApxF6QWNHEAOLqPG7rOuNAco41PxKAIFUsp_ZoHF3RFhTa76EuCfUXK2r0CMQoAgVdmTJKoRMv974UfmN-UI0o5TVzlkCAms229kSPMTZBxzoQkEd6585TYm5FbfJxB/s1600-h/kart01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLH8fFzLy-kg5hApxF6QWNHEAOLqPG7rOuNAco41PxKAIFUsp_ZoHF3RFhTa76EuCfUXK2r0CMQoAgVdmTJKoRMv974UfmN-UI0o5TVzlkCAms229kSPMTZBxzoQkEd6585TYm5FbfJxB/s320/kart01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252381637812278242" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiowEpQvrbuDstSnTbgpBDefN9isddpchp7B6w6mGJtj0RL5ZLIVZDt3n2z0POSNn6JlSfkrMrUdioMMK9uLjzspuvHclmx2S9mkIYNcL9Px0E6ncoBsmmhERPjUJOHlQa-MXQ5cKCqGZj/s1600-h/kart02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiowEpQvrbuDstSnTbgpBDefN9isddpchp7B6w6mGJtj0RL5ZLIVZDt3n2z0POSNn6JlSfkrMrUdioMMK9uLjzspuvHclmx2S9mkIYNcL9Px0E6ncoBsmmhERPjUJOHlQa-MXQ5cKCqGZj/s320/kart02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252382045413108098" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmSDSYkfNbhmzR9ApX8bwV-Ar8eR8lTfDxm5A2CswIUemvD1v2Lwqmj34-HuwMs2x_43ykHE2E1xk6-BVg8u77L8s35Az4ZqlpY7mnQHA3rdU0kQ3OX4JNmUFaK2TSgYbaconPfK_qkUe/s1600-h/star01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmSDSYkfNbhmzR9ApX8bwV-Ar8eR8lTfDxm5A2CswIUemvD1v2Lwqmj34-HuwMs2x_43ykHE2E1xk6-BVg8u77L8s35Az4ZqlpY7mnQHA3rdU0kQ3OX4JNmUFaK2TSgYbaconPfK_qkUe/s320/star01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252382213789249474" /></a><br /><br /><center>The star would have been better, if I hadn't been so high off of spray paint.</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWNj5uF0XR8g0fX4_-C8c27nvtcoSZ37ZXxCz4mjYHI6yFsHQjwHdKQqCMKePdhOdkOd6v9PwvUF2fsGj7xQI0W4y4m0tiuVOmNTNHkhyphenhyphenDtNb2Xdl3WvxEohckHLwQP4ESsP0kjckyI1R/s1600-h/bob-omb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinWNj5uF0XR8g0fX4_-C8c27nvtcoSZ37ZXxCz4mjYHI6yFsHQjwHdKQqCMKePdhOdkOd6v9PwvUF2fsGj7xQI0W4y4m0tiuVOmNTNHkhyphenhyphenDtNb2Xdl3WvxEohckHLwQP4ESsP0kjckyI1R/s320/bob-omb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252382364528259090" /></a><br /><br /><center>It wouldn't be complete without Bob-Ombs, right?</center><br /><br />It's also important to note that Kyle and Joey stuck a stereo in the car with the driver and blasted the Super Mario theme song (NES) as the kids rolled out with the kart. Nice.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-60003265605659733882008-09-29T08:38:00.008-05:002008-09-29T09:17:15.647-05:00eagle eye: alternate taglinesJust so we're clear, Eagle Eye's official taglines are:<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Walk. Don't Run.</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">If you want to live you will obey</span>.<br /><br />Just thought I'd throw that out there. After watching it at the IMAX last night, I came up with a few new ones. These are spoilerish. Read at your own will.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Eagle Eye: Because no one should EVER wrong a divorced mom.<br /><br />Eagle Eye: Because one movie with exploding 18 wheelers is never enough for Shia Labeouf.<br /><br />Eagle Eye: Where you can watch Rosario Dawson play a white woman.<br /><br />Eagle Eye: Who knew playing a trumpet could be so dangerous?<br /><br />Eagle Eye: For those curious about what it would be like to ride on a conveyor belt in a packing facility.<br /><br />Eagle Eye: Where police car chases and continuity don't necessarily need to collide.<br /><br />Eagle Eye: Where 51% confirmation does NOT make it right.</span>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-60228293371835439322008-09-23T22:05:00.014-05:002008-09-23T22:37:57.077-05:00a blurb about the g1.I've been waiting all year for the release of the first Android phone, and today, I was presented with T-Mobile's G1.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://phandroid.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/t-mobile-g1_blk_mainscreen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://phandroid.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/t-mobile-g1_blk_mainscreen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I'll keep this to "blurb" minimum, but after watching a few videos on the web, and reading some reviews, I'm pretty satisfied with this first generation model.<br /><br />Some notes:<br /><br />1) It certainly looks like a first generation model. Mostly made of plastic, it definitely looks cheap compared to the iPhone. Let's just be honest, the iPhone is pretty darn...pretty.<br /><br />2) The G1's response time is faster than iPhone's when it's flipped to landscape or portrait mode.<br /><br />3) Open source. Need I say more?<br /><br />4) I'm still not a fan of that chunk on the bottom of the handset, but I understand why it's there.<br /><br />5) Push is blazin' fast.<br /><br />6) I'm a Google girl. I use the Apps. Yeah, ALL of them. Maps, Gmail, GCal, YT, you name it. So, no signing up for new accounts here. But it's a perk, not a necessity.<br /><br />7) <span style="font-weight:bold;">QWERTY</span>. This is basically my biggest gripe about the iPhone. And a dedicated search button? Yes, please.<br /><br />8) The OS has every opportunity to morph, update, change, shift, and evolve into what its consumers want it to be, and what its hardware is capable of. I like the sound of that. <br /><br />Okay, still trying to keep this all to a blurb...But what makes me excited more than anything else about Android phones is that it adds more options to the buffet of a cell phone consumer's diet. Apple caters well to its loyal fanboys, but it's still having some trouble winning over another audience -- which I'm a part of. What's cool about the G1 is that it's just that -- the first generation of an upcoming <span style="font-weight:bold;">slew</span> of Android phones from multiple carriers. I'm ready for a real cell phone war to begin, folks.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-81623150426121739052008-09-21T21:33:00.077-05:002008-09-21T22:55:52.362-05:00online friends < real life friends.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.faithandtechnology.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/ilovemycomputer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.faithandtechnology.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/ilovemycomputer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"Relationships" is one of those highly sensitive soapbox issues for me. There are people who can talk for days about global warming, technology trends, politics, and childhood obesity. I'm not one of those people. There are actually only a few topics that I will talk about extensively without pausing for a comedic break. I'm one of those types of people who doesn't like things to get <span style="font-style:italic;">too</span> serious, but there are subjects that certainly lend themselves to require a different tone. <br /><br />First things first.<br /><br />I'm not an expert, nor am I self-proclaimed relationships expert. I'm not a psychologist, psychotherapist, counselor, or human behavior specialist. I'm actually a bit of an ordinary Jane, who, believe or not, has had some pretty screwed up relationships in her past. Friends, boyfriends, colleagues, you name it. But, like most human beings, I've learned (some of) the error of my ways. Every relationship that has taken hold in my life has obviously been purposed to do so, and I regret none of them.<br /><br />You see, even though I don't often admit it, I lean toward being a people person. I like to ask questions. I like to get to know people quickly - their favorites, dislikes, hobbies, and like. I like to find out what makes them tick. This is probably 90% of the reason why when I was in college I was pretty convinced that I wanted to be a reporter. Thank goodness this never came to fruition, because I'd probably be fired after my first day when my producer learned I took 5 hours to finish an interview.<br /><br />Which is what brings me to the title of this particular post.<br /><br />It may seem to be a no-brainer that real life friendships trump online friendships. But, truth be told, this might actually have been a no-brainer thought from someone from 1998, not 2008.<br /><br />With today's social networking sites, it's far easier to friend someone on Facebook and MySpace, and keep up via wall posts, tags, messages, photos, and status updates. It's easier to drop a "hey how's it going?" line to someone you've already established a relationship with, and still claim that as a relationship. Face it (no pun intended), it's just easier. We can manipulate these social networking sites to play as an extension of our real world relationships. Here, the tool is simply doing its job. Use a social networking site with friends you already know, and <span style="font-style:italic;">voila</span>, you stay in the know. Instant "sort-of" relationship.<br /><br />So there's one type: Previous face-to-face shallow relationships that blossom into look-but-don't-touch relationships that are basically confined to social networking sites.<br /><br />Secondly, take for example a relationship that was all created via the World Wide Web. Let's say it was birthed from a tweet, a Skype call, or a comment on a blog. Next thing you know, you're having daily chats via IM. And then video convos. You're e-mailing back and forth. Your friend seems to be the coolest person you know. They quote your favorite movies, know your favorite songs, and know that you call your cat "The Devil" when she's thrown up in your shoes. For the seventieth time. So here's your second type: the online "buddy." No explanation needed.<br /><br />Thirdly, is your real life friend. Sure, the first two types all involve relationships with real, living, breathing beings who walk on two legs (in most cases). But this third relationship involves human contact. It involves hugs. Eye contact. Hearing laughter in real time -- it doesn't involve a delay of streaming over the internet or being bounced from a satellite orbiting the earth and back down to your cell phone.<br /><br />There are problems with all relationships, of course, because it involves one person on both ends. But when these problems arise in online relationships...I'd believe that problems can only lend themselves to be on the extreme right or left of a given situation. If things get ugly -- that's it. I don't have to call, I don't have to e-mail, I don't have to IM you. Check "block user" under privacy settings right? It's a lot easier to brush someone off and render their friendship useless. The entire give-and-take process of real life friendships have little to hold on to in the online world. <br /><br />What was once just a comment on a blog, a simple Skype call, or a tweet, has been reduced to just that, yet again. This is where the issues often found in a real life relationships don't play fair with the rules of a broadband connection. If I was friends with Colette and met her for coffee every week, I can't just stop meeting her for coffee. If I discontinue seeing her, she'll know something's up, and not just think I've gotten busy with work or school or kids. She's seen me vulnerable. She knows more about me than my favorite line from my favorite movie. She's seen the good <span style="font-style:italic;">and</span> the bad. It's a bit harder to disguise your personal issues in a conversation when you can't use a backspace to erase what you didn't mean to say.<br /><br />I've gotten a bit touchy-feely over the years, I know. And I simply can't shake the human, relational part of me that wants to see, hear, and touch everyone I meet online. (I'm really hoping that didn't come out really creepy) Meeting someone via IM is not the same as holding their hand in a firm handshake and trying to hold their gaze at the same time. <br /><br />This is why real life friends will always trump online friends. Don't get me wrong, social networks have proven to provide a pretty strong web of friendships. I've literally seen what Flickr friendships mean to people, and hear what podcasting friendships can do. It's networking on a different level, but I'm not sure if it holds a candle to a friendship with someone who has no care whether you're a fine photographer or that you watch their favorite TV show. And if an online relationship blossoms into a real life one, even better. It's the human contact that makes all the difference.<br /><br />It's been said that tone can't always be deciphered in an IM box. And it's totally true. Neither should a friendship be confined to a protocol stack.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-69338911536084473432008-09-19T10:29:00.002-05:002008-09-19T10:40:45.758-05:00oh, for the love of sam cooke.I've been binging on Sam Cooke's music lately. I'm about to OD, honestly.<br /><br />So I thought I'd spread the love. Or crippling obsession, however way you want to spin it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i98_Lqcryp8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i98_Lqcryp8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1038204455182903143.post-66144761724052741002008-09-06T23:39:00.013-05:002008-09-07T00:26:37.532-05:00attack of the screen grabs.<span style="font-weight:bold;">Baby Phat Barbie--err, Kimora Lee Simmons Gold Label Barbie Doll</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3d0r3xyEKQFuIDc-ll627cTL6oUYQl0Q-e1_Ciyj69R03IWg1BQDYvdPQiKB96P-7HsvLzr4XVSCDlDMKVg5ZyDFgKwStByQDRn5Cs5sXc10jk7sbTVQCG7VnVNSy6eONdtab_P51HcLS/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3d0r3xyEKQFuIDc-ll627cTL6oUYQl0Q-e1_Ciyj69R03IWg1BQDYvdPQiKB96P-7HsvLzr4XVSCDlDMKVg5ZyDFgKwStByQDRn5Cs5sXc10jk7sbTVQCG7VnVNSy6eONdtab_P51HcLS/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243137642358090962" /></a><br /><center>(Via<a href="http://www.seenonstyle.com/detail.php?p=57192&alt_view=TRUE&v=sosfan"> SeenON! Style</a>)</center><br />Someone really needs to take away Kimora Lee's right to have ideas.<br /><br />Okay, honestly? If I were a 7-year-old and was given this for my birthday, I would cry after finding out that Kimora Lee Barbie's coat was made out of my pet chinchilla's fur. Oh, Mattell, give me a break.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Inspiron Mini 9</span><br /><br />I've been known to compulsively scream, "I want that!" at shiny electronic objects, and this little number made me shriek when I saw it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1h1zwqhLPHCtBKGunxYBNDxT4hCSNy7h19yij9gk6_kIdWopD1gu4Fp-gQJiBrGF3IIQG6eB7HCWHcMZtvliJXUghmLJVYFfrFngr2btXTOq72W-AdBBMg4ZOQUzUG3n8rWAk1ySgbAB1/s1600-h/inspironmini.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1h1zwqhLPHCtBKGunxYBNDxT4hCSNy7h19yij9gk6_kIdWopD1gu4Fp-gQJiBrGF3IIQG6eB7HCWHcMZtvliJXUghmLJVYFfrFngr2btXTOq72W-AdBBMg4ZOQUzUG3n8rWAk1ySgbAB1/s320/inspironmini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138512997387506" /></a><br /><center>(Via <a href="http://www.dell.com/content/topics/global.aspx/corp/pressoffice/en/2008/2008_09_04_rr_000?c=us&l=en&s=corp">Dell</a>)</center><br />Specs: 2.28 lbs, 8.9" glossy screen, 1024x600, BT, Wi-Fi, modest SSD, webcam, $350-450. It does simple, sleek, and small quite nicely. It gets the Net job done. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. It comes in white or black - I'll take mine in white, please.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Chuck Taylor X-Hi Canvas</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3asMKHzsZ84iNM-zLz1xYfgxVYQzMgP53H9i6fJXuzabyEoTA4BWXIPnWwnDP0ZxSM0J6CyNghD_jFasQRvQ187FK7wEgiK0EWkffLE1wqwDebw04azk09OYqCDwdLRZbGfTzUWhMN1H/s1600-h/chucks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG3asMKHzsZ84iNM-zLz1xYfgxVYQzMgP53H9i6fJXuzabyEoTA4BWXIPnWwnDP0ZxSM0J6CyNghD_jFasQRvQ187FK7wEgiK0EWkffLE1wqwDebw04azk09OYqCDwdLRZbGfTzUWhMN1H/s320/chucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243142436268823090" /></a><br />I got my first pair of Chucks for Christmas last year-- the classic black Chuck Taylor All Star. Everyone and their mom (except mine) has them. I've recently become enamored with <a href="http://store.titleboxing.com/jordan-air-force-hi-boxers.html">boxing shoes</a> (don't ask), and these are like the next best thing. This pattern doesn't exactly suit my fancy, but I can always <a href="http://www.converse.com">design</a> my own! <br /><br />Honestly, I'd like to try boxing shoes out as a fashion statement but I'm afraid Bub wouldn't let me out of the house.<br /><br />That, and I might get laughed at.shabbygeekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05197742246038820799noreply@blogger.com0