Saturday, February 5, 2011

Phased

Kirk showing you what a phaser's for, Fuckers!

Not to belabor Trek-related points, but one other telling sign of "The Next Generation's" limp-dicked 90s ethos was the redesign of phasers. Whereas the original 60s phasers were either the little boxes of Phaser I variety, or the more butch Phaser II variety (which incorporated Phaser I in the top, the black part)...

Phaser II means fucking business.

...the TNG phasers looked like fucking Dustbusters...

TNG Phaser: "Shine your boots, Guvner?"


The original phasers looked like they'd fuck you up in a retro futuristic fashion; the TNG phasers looked fit only to pick up lint. You know I'm right.

The first time I saw them dishing those things out, I thought "Oh, nooooo."

Magic Bus?

Woman's Brilliant Backside Wins Her VW Bus

No doubt this isn't something she wants to leave behind! I don't think the winner's can is so fab, gotta say...

Lizzy Marola's winning picture.

Dearly Departed

I watched "The Departed" last night, which I've seen and enjoyed a few times over the years. Only a couple of complaints (and some spoilers follow herein, if you're one of those folks who frets spoilers, and somehow hasn't seen this movie but intends to). One is that Martin Scorsese, who is a director I'm fond of, (or any other director) should be prohibited from ever using Rolling Stones' songs in his movies, particularly "Gimme Shelter." It's almost a cliché anymore. Yes, it's a good song, lots of drama in it, but it's way, way overused. And the rat at the end is irritating (and was nicely parodied in SIMPSONS: "The rat symbolizes obviousness!")

But overall, the movie's a great time, a tense piece done only the way Scorsese can do it. My lone beef is with the death of Captain Queenan, played by Martin Sheen...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N49bRIT3lPU

Queenan is the "good cop" half of the Undercover Division, with Marky Mark amusingly playing Dignam, the "bad cop" half (an amusing role for him to play, I'm sure). Now, while it's clear the Queenan's mostly a desk jockey, in the scene that leads up to his death, it's frustrating, because he goes to his death without firing a shot -- not only that, but he actually thinks of drawing his gun, and, instead, draws a cigarette and has a last smoke before meeting his doom.

Now, I understand the nice imagery of him being lobbed off a roof and how his demise catapults the story forward, but Queenan's passing that way has a strong whiff of a character being sacrificed for the sake of the plot, a case of "I Must Die Now."

Because, tactically, Queenan's got the edge -- he's got a gun, there are guys coming up the stairs and the elevator, but Queenan could have positioned himself somewhere to pop those elevator guys as they came out (and there are exactly two of them in the elevator, and I think four come up the stairs, having to open a door to pop into the room).

Queenan had enough time to position himself for a takedown of some of these guys. And we know that: 1) he really wants to take down Costello's outfit badly (sure, he may not be as passionate as Dignam, but his exchange with Costello reveals his desire to bring Costello to justice); 2) he knows that Costello's goons are brutal, deadly murderers.

From that perspective, knowing that your doom is coming to you, why the hell wouldn't you take a few of them with you? He dies without firing a shot, without even drawing his gun -- in fact, he only briefly considers drawing it, and thinks better of it. Instead, he gets interrogated (alluded to later when one of them says how he was a tough cop) and lobbed from the roof to his death.

Why that hesitation? He has to know that he's not going to be in for gentle treatment from Costello's goons. He has to know that should they break him, he'll spill the beans on the operation and blow Costigan's cover. Why would he take that chance? Especially when that bad decision costs him his life and nearly jeopardizes his entire operation (by putting the police mole, Colin Sullivan, in a better position to investigate the Undercover Division). He knows that there is a mole, thanks to Costigan's complaining about it, so he has to realize that this moment matters.

But he doesn't act like it does. He acts scared, to be sure, but that's about it. I know they didn't want to have Queenan popping off some of Costello's goons and perhaps surviving the encounter -- since Sullivan had Queenan tailed, if those tails had heard gunfire from the building, they'd have intervened sooner, and the thing might've spiraled out of control at that point.

Now, it's okay to have Queenan die that way, except that it has to be written credibly to reflect this -- maybe have him have his gun out and have them somehow get the drop on him, then you can proceed that way. Or have a shootout. At least one shot fired. C'mon, Queenan! This is your life!!

To have a police captain of long experience and awareness of what he's up against go down without a shot fired? It strains credibility (of course, one could also argue that his inability to realize that he'd been tailed might point to a certain operational naivete on his part, as well). Queenan was clearly simply sacrificed for the requirements of the plot.

It's really the only sticking point for me -- and certainly his demise is arresting (pun intended), and memorable, and it's unfortunate, and advances the plot. His death does its job for the story. They just needed to write it just a little bit tighter to cover the bases.

And Up Early

Alright, doing laundry at the moment. I like getting down there early to beat out the usual weekend laundry crowds. I usually try to do laundry on the weekday, but got behind because of the flu. Feeling about 90% better; still have some lung congestion lurking, especially when I lay down and try to sleep (joy), but otherwise nearly better. Can finally properly think again, so I'm diving into my writing again.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Up late

For some reason, not sleepy. Probably rebounding after three or four days being zonked out with flu.

Mind wandering, brooding, musing.

Tomorrow morning: laundry, then getting a much-needed haircut.

Nice one...

I know "Star Trek: TNG" had a chummy, smarmy servility embedded in it, but watching this clip, I find it laughable to think that Riker would ever be entrusted with his own command...

Riker destroys the Enterprise D

Riker was always a Grade A bootlicker on that show, a consummate kiss up/kick down type, watching him destroy the Enterprise D amuses me. He'll have to do a lot of asskissing to get his own command, given that a Klingon scout was able to so effectively kick the Enterprise's ass under Riker's leadership. I mean, he entrusts Deanna Troi to Helm -- I mean, what the fuck was Riker thinking, there? Sure, Troi's a former squeeze of Riker's, but she's a Counselor -- she's a psych officer -- she's not a pilot, navigator, or helmsman. Now, one could say that the bridge was under fire (again, thanks to Riker's fuckuppery) and they needed anybody they could get...BUT there are plenty of other mouthbreathers on the bridge who'd be better suited than Troi. I would have liked it instead for Troi to say, when Riker orders her to that station) to pipe up "But I don't even know how to do this!"

It would also be great if, in that scene with Picard, where Riker pipes up about aspiring to the captain's chair one day, and instead of being polite and genteel about it, Picard sarcastically gives Riker a pat on the shoulder and says "Sure, Number One. You keep telling yourself that. Maybe I should've called you Number Two, instead." and walks off, muttering.

Just saying, Riker loses the Enterprise D in a slapfight with an obsolete Klingon scout commanded by women Klingons. Kirk would have seduced and impregnated all of those Klingon women and he would have destroyed the ship once he was through, then chased it down with some Saurian Brandy. Picard would have played some kind of Machiavellian head game with them and talked them to death. But Riker nearly gets everybody killed and gets the Enterprise destroyed. Real smooth, Riker. I'd love to see him spin that around the next time a captain's chair opened up. I imagine that smarmy fuck trying to talk his way around that.

"I'm Number One. This beard'll help me buff those shoes of yours, Captain."
Makes me glad I only watched the first season of that show. Q was really the only cool character on it (Data was alright, and Tasha Yar was okay, but they killed her off). Worf was alright. Picard was perhaps okay, but he was never my cup of Earl Grey. The rest were shit, with Riker as the undisputed King of Shit Mountain.

Feeling the love

I'm going to continue my musing about love, no worries; I just have been battling influenza for the past week, which hasn't had me in a terribly romantic frame of mind. Bahah! Something about coughing up a lung every so often, aches, chills, fever, fatigue -- not a recipe conducive for thoughts of love, and what love means!

Maybe I'll post some videos, in the meantime...

Elastica, "A Love Like Ours"


Howard Jones, "What Is Love?" (*snicker*)


Dead Boys, "What Love Is" (amusingly, the late Stiv Bators, the frontman, from Youngstown)


Stiff Little Fingers, "Barbed Wire Love"

Sign of the times

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Volcanic

B1 was explaining to B2: "I am like a volcano, and the lava is my anger, and if you keep pushing me, I'm going to erupt, [B2]. And it's going to take a long time to rebuild that dome to make me nice again. You want that dome of niceness gone?"

Bleah

Day 3 of flu for me. I hate that one has to specify flu as flu, since so many people think stomach flu is flu, when it's a different virus. Influenza's what I've got, as do the boys, although, kid-style, they're rebounding quickly from it. I thought I had it licked yesterday, but this morning woke up aching and with zero appetite, so I forced myself to eat a little bit, just to ease the hunger pangs. Popped some painkillers, and will try to get some sleep later. I have the boys today, which'll keep me busy, since B1 has no school -- I figure I'll just cover the bases with them and try to sneak in sleep when I'm able.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wow.

Another snow day for B1 tomorrow, apparently. He's thrilled!

Blizzard of '11






Thundersnow

Well, looks like the thundersnow blizzard came and went. Something like 15 hours of nonstop howling winds, thunder, lightning, snow -- although the accumulation looked like it wasn't anywhere near the two feet they were predicting. Maybe six inches? Maybe seven and three quarters? I haven't gone out there to check for sure. But that crazy, endless wind finally stopped. That was really something. The city is pretty quiet today, except for the periodic wind howls.

Looks like the 'burbs got hammered.

The forecast calls for 2 to 5 inches more this morning, with high winds continuing into the afternoon, at times gusting to 40 mph. Total accumulations will be in the 12- to 18-inch range over north central Illinois and the 15- to 24-inch range in the Chicago area, the weather service said.
State police said all other Chicago area expressways were "impassable" and that ramps had three- to four-foot-high drifts.

Okay, so I guess the big snowfalls did hit the city, after all. I had thought the 'burbs got it worse, but apparently the whole city got nailed.