July 2, 2009

still alive

Sometimes the boy finds something brilliant. Like this.

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here
HUGE SUCCESS

It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.

But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.

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July 1, 2009

do the robot

The ICT robot. Everyone is doing it.

OK, no one is doing it. Except me. *sigh*

June 30, 2009

exiting

Leaving, but not Las Vegas. Don't forget to leave a light on...


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globes


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June 29, 2009

it's alive

Six months and a lot of hard work. A LOT. But online on-time.

June 28, 2009

on the road again

Apologies to Mr. Nelson, but I certainly can wait to get on the road again. If only work could wait.

June 27, 2009

jam not jelly

A night in the studio (rehearsal) playing with old friends and people I don't know. Thanks to Pepsi for keeping the boy going past 11pm. Though not too far past...

June 26, 2009

kings

An odd confluence of plots and twists and timings. After the disturbing viewing of Syriana and resulting loss of sleep, bookends provided by John Huston. And interestingly enough, two films with similar messages and approaches though set in very different places and made some 20 years apart. Last week was "Treasure of Sierra Madre," and tonight, "The Man Who Would Be King." Both cautionary tales of greed and imperialism, moral relativism, god-impersonation, and the best intentions laid to waste.

And just to cap it off, the musing of Becker and Fagan on the subject.


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June 25, 2009

the king is dead

And I have to say that I'm not really all that broken up about it.

June 24, 2009

all that jazz

An odd double dose. Finally back into the studio (rehearsal) for some live music with Sam the Man. A smattering of the usual "sad bastard" tunes, along with some jazz standards from the 40's. And earlier in the evening, a viewing of Roy Scheider in perhaps his best role, doing the Fosse-thing in "All That Jazz." Why am I such a fan of the black absurdist genre (Brazil comes to mind)? I'm sure I can come up with a theory for that...

June 23, 2009

smetastic

Nothing like some opinionated experts. One named Todd even. Who knew? I'm beginning to see some patterns though, and it is all about pattern recognition.