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3/27/2006

Is this gay?

Tim McKee drops the awesome on me. Cynthia Rothrock and… some Brazilian guys make a thoroughly enjoyable action scene [youtube, graphic violence… kinda]. I cannot say whether it’s the worst of all time or the best of all time. You be the judge.

If you do not watch until the end, you are a fool and a cad.

And while you’re giving that a chance, check out this kids’ re-enactments. He’s really quite good, particularly in the Shining, though I fear this medium may catch on and become no longer awesome, like most sampling and mashups.

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Dream journal : Fame is fickle, friends.

Our scene opens with your hero and mine, Steelbuddha, sitting comfortably in his study. In this instance, study means a small room, just big enough for two people to sit, nestled among bookshelves and computers and cables. To Steelbuddha’s left, a barely audible beep preludes the rattle of a vibrating cell phone on a pressboard desk.

He picks up. “Hello.”

“Hey Chris. It’s Brad Bird.”

“Hey Brad, how are you?” Steelbuddha greets his friend warmly. This call is unexpected, but not without precedent, as our hero and the creator of The Incredibles have been friends for some time.
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3/21/2006

If nothing else…

William Gibson liked V for Vendetta. Still a little nervous that Alan Moore removed himself from the credits. The New York Times panned it, but it seems like they didn’t really get it. I’m not sure whether that should surprise me or not.

Regardless, how could I not see it? MHG made special effort for me to have the book read before this week so that we can see it and discuss with full knowledge. I love that woman.

Update: It was good as a retelling or a “based on characters created by…” kind of movie, but many of the choices they made were Hollywood and others were completely unnecessary and message-deflating. Raggedy Android (MHG) agrees. Save your money, read the book, rent the DVD.

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Lessons on how to feel a right bastard.

I did it. For the 29th year in a row, I managed not to die. A new record! (For me.)

In truth, it wasn’t as maudlin as all that, but those who know me know of my abhorrence for events. My growing older is not something to be celebrated so much as noted. Still, for all my cynicism, this weekend was memorable and carefree. I was made to feel that even if my birthday matters not a whit to me, it matters to those close to me, and that is perhaps the point.
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3/17/2006

I don’t get it.

Can someone explain this? Maybe it makes more sense to someone else.

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3/13/2006

Yeah. Way too close.

Jack Handey is still working, and is still hilarious.

The “Made You Look” idea reminds me of this creepy and ridiculously ambitious episode of Too Close for Comfort where the main character has a Dorian Gray-style portrait. Imagine you’re a four-year old at your grandmother’s house around bedtime. And there’s a painting of Ted Knight on TV. That’s scary. Then, as you’re eating some grapes and watching TV before bed, the painting changes expressions. Until I found proof on the internet just now, I thought I had dreamed this terrible image. Nay, gentle readers, it is not safely contained in my subconscious, but lurking in some DVD collection, waiting to prey on the helpless.

New Yorker link sent to me by Czeltic Girl, who is now responsible for my recurring nightmare.

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The entry with more links than words.

So, I got through the post below, then had myself a click over to Linus’ place and laughed and laughed at this Pac-Man movie. [.WMV, 2.3MB]

Reminds me of Pacmanhattan, which Bjorn and I want to emulate in good ol’ Wisconsin.

The title of this post is a lie.

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Philosophy of belief.

Recently, I was asked on this blog whether I had faith in anything. I answered semantically, focusing on the word faith and countering with the words trust and hope. As someone with politically liberal sympathies, the word “faith” can spark some discomfort in me. I believe that, particularly as we progress in our tolerance and understanding of different cultures and nations, religion and politics should no longer mix in the way they have for centuries. Religion should never have been political, actually, but in the past they have been indivisible. We need no longer live that way.

But it was my mistake. Faith and religion are not necessarily so intermingled as concepts. I do not have faith in a higher power. But I do have faith in other things. Despite myself — and I will deny this vehemently if you ask me — I have faith in humanity. I believe that, although we are selfish in nature, people choose to overcome that inequity and be good to one another, even if only because it benefits them to do so.

Coupled with that faith in humanity as a mob, I have faith in humanity at a singular level. There is evidence that a human being can achieve things previously thought impossible, so long as they are devoted to the belief that it can be done. At a microcosmic level, I have pushed my own boundaries thus, and have seen my friends do the same.

Eventually, as I considered this, my mind turned back to religion and its potential to inspire humanity to greatness. While I certainly have no great background in theology or philosophy, I theorized something that gave me pause.

Western religions focus on a God for worship and a prophet for example. In this classification I include Islam, Judaism and Christianity. Each has a prophet (a person invested with God’s power) who is the example to whom other people are to aspire. Then they have one God who has given them free will, but also a list of commands as to what limits their life should have. Often these limits make sense morally as well, but sometimes seem archaic and sensible only in ancient times*.

Eastern religions, while they also sometimes have gods, more often have a central figure who tells people how they can best reach their own potential. While figures like Buddha and Lao Tzu are revered, by their own words they are not to be deified. And, in fact, what makes them great can be achieved by others who follow the same path. So, instead of believing in the grace of God and the power granted by something higher, you are encouraged to discover what is great inside yourself and develop that, while allowing for others to do the same.

This may not be an epiphany to most people, but it helps me understand what it is about Western religions that trouble me. It comes down to this: when you believe that your moral compass has been handed to you from a higher power, you are less responsible for your own decisions.

Not every Christian or Jew or Muslim is guilty of blind faith, perhaps not even the majority. But those who do amoral things in the name of their God feel blameless and justified because those religions shift the fault to their God. In most Eastern religions**, the fault lies soundly with the individual, as does the glory (so to speak). Whereas in a Western religion, so long as you are following the precepts set forth in your gospels, then you are without sin, even if the act is amoral.

For me to deny anyone their faith in God would be ignorance. I cannot know that there is no higher power any more than they can be certain that there is. But if a person follows anything without proper introspection, then it is they who are guilty of ignorance. However we came by them, we have minds and the free will to use them. And we should. I have faith that we will use them well.

* – “Don’t eat pork; in the desert, without proper storage and preparation, you will become ill,” is the obvious example.

** – If I am wrong in this, please let me know. I think my point is valid, regardless, but I admit my knowledge in these areas could be lacking.

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3/8/2006

The only verdict…

Bugger.

My birthday is coming up. While I typically celebrate by relaxing and doing nothing or whatever comes to mind, I had my heart set this year on taking in a specific motion picture.

V for Vendetta was announced some time last year, with the hopes that it would be released on Guy Fawkes Day, November 5th. Production schedules must have run behind, whish pushed the release date to St. Pat’s, the day after my birthday.

“Woo hoo!” thought I, “I can watch this stellar film for my birthday! Hugo Weaving as V! Natalie Portman (who has only done The Professional in my mind) as Evey! Wachowski brothers directing!”

And so forth. My excitement was tempered as I realized that the film was unlikely to have the depth of the novel. I urged (and still urge) all my friends to get their hands on he book to read before its release.

But then, tragedy. Alan Moore, the creator of V, asked to have his name removed from the credits. And illustrator David Lloyd mentioned that the script was good enough for an action movie, but very different from the novel. In other words, all the style of the book and none of the substance. Well, shit.

Anyway, my birthday plans shifted to a Big Lebowski party to christen my new television and get wicked drunk on White Russians in the process. V will now be a matinee or late night viewing with a brief period of mourning to follow.

The Dude abides.

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3/7/2006

Terror.

Can’t wait for someone to remix this trailer into its more appropriate genre.

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