Photo: April 2004 Archives
Con went well. I have a new Amish story. I didn't take many pictures. But I like this one.
It's obviously roadtrip time. Off to Cleveland for the weekend...
Don't you hate it when people insist on showing you pictures of their children doing mundane stuff like eating? Well, I hope you'll forgive me for showing you Jerusalem III eating. Yes, that glistening husk she's patiently sucking on used to be a cricket.
Jerusalem III was finally polite enough to throw some legs up and show me the tips of her palps, which were not swollen or even roundish. The went down to a nice clean point, like they weren't packed with sex organs at all. Which is good enough for me when sexing a wolf spider, since I'm too damn lazy to find the female's naughty bits.
Look at that cute little beard. Look at it. Cootchie, cootchie, coo! Who's my big hungry arachnid? Who's my big hungry arachnid?
Oh boy, oh boy. I need to print whatever I'm going to decide to bring to Notacon. I also need to make copies of G8 albums. Which means that I'll need to make album art for Infinite Monkeys. Uhg, so much to do.
Off to Kansas City for the weekend...then next weekend in Cleveland.
I am so hooked on Lord of the Rings pinball, it's sick. Sick, I say.
Not my high score, which is low 30 million, but still, it made me happy after we were all pooching it for a while this evening. (The other score is Christine's.)
Yup. If it was immediately apperant how to post date an entry and actually have it auto-publish itself on that date...well...that would be great.
Tossed in so I'll remember to download it from home: Gameboyz Orchestra. Not that I use this like some sort of personal bookmark...no, not at all, never. *cough* And would never try to hide the romanized text of a hindi skit in the extended entry so that if this computer explodes I won't have to retype this shit...in theory.
BBC Radio 4 is putting the 2004 Reith lectures online as convenient and widely accepted mp3 files, starting with Wole Soyinka's lecture: The Changing Mask of Fear. For someone who's spent 2 years in solitary confinement, he's pretty funny.
By way of destroying any credibility I might have gained by mentioning the beeb and such, here's a photo of a neighbor of mine urinating on their garage.
Guidance Councilors for the Socially Disaffected.
So...how about that local sports team?
New high score: 30,880,000. The lowest high score on the machine is 50,000,000....must...use...laundry money.
Put 8 rolls to light today. I intend to shoot 10 more tommorow. Assuming I get what I want, I'll probably call it quitsville for shooting this semester and just hunker down in the dark room for a month. Oh, and throw an incredible amount of money at matt board.
Also, it seems that I am entirely wrong about Hellboy.
As reluctant as I am to be one of those people who reposts things they saw somewhere else without adding much...
Shit, that wasn't a good way to start this, since I've got no where to go from there. Just watch this already. That's a hella-mad-crazy-wicked-balls-sweet-other-region-specific-superlative rendition of not simply the Super Mario Brother's theme, but the sound effects as well. Paint me impressed and call me Susan. (Via BoingBoing)
Saw Hell Boy. It was on par with League of Extraordinary Gentlemen or...uh, the original Punisher. Hardly a glowing endorsement. I wanted to like it. I really did. But the music. Sweet fucking christ, I know there's only one Danny Elfman, but come on? How hard is it really to get some music in a movie that doesn't suck horribly? You may as well have a guy with nothing but a slide whistle and a drum set doing all of the music if you're going to use those cheesy-ass swelling strings every time you've suddenly decided to take youself seriously.
Not to be bitter or anything, you know. To contrast, I'll admit that I really liked Jersey Girl. So, you know, I'm not totally opposed to a movie taking itself seriously at points, or anything. I also quite enjoyed the Dawn of the Dead remake, so I'm also not opposed to a movie not taking itself that seriously. I also quite enjoyed Spartan...but that's neither here nor there.
The point I was going for was: Hell Boy, a weak prelude to the increasingly spread out "summer movie season." I could have sworn something was opening next weekend that I was stupid enough to go to....you know, Punisher or Van Helsing or Jackie Chan in Thanks for the Money, Gullible Action Movie Dork or some such. I don't even remember any more.
Yesterday for lunch, we went to the new and unfortunantly named resturant by Sycamore Mall in Iowa City, "General Japanese Resturant." For the obvious reasons, this makes me want to open a "Generic Mexican Eatery" and a "Regionally Non-specific Chinese Buffet," but that's neither here nor there.
Now, I'm not entirely convinced of the case that Iowa City needs another sushi resturant that's even more inconveniently located. There's Three Samurai and Sushi Popo, each contending for the "we're a pain in the ass to get to if you don't have a car" title. Then there's Takinami, another new Japanese resturant. It has proximity going for it, but it's expensive. And frankly, I'm not entirely convinced that the whole "fusion" fad in food is worth the mark up. Of course, there's also Aoeshe which is, I understand, fairly good at the Japanese stuff, but whenever I go there I end up with the bul go gi, since I miss getting it at Chinese Home Cooking, in Ames At any rate, the point is that Iowa City has a preponderance of Japanese resturants and sushi.
To break it down and stop my rambling, I ordered katsu donburi and Christine got some form of salmon teriyaki lunch deal. Over the years, we've developed a method of evaluating sushi resturants based entirely around spicy tuna rolls and atmosphere. The atmosphere, I liked. It was relatively stylish and new and yet still fairly casual with fast and mostly fluent wait staff.
The spicy tuna roll appetizer was better than I was expecting. The roll was good, the fish was fine and it actually had some kick to it. It wasn't the wishy-washy spicy tuna I would expect from a place called "General Japanese Resturant." The katsu don was tasty. The prices weren't bad (though they may have been marked down both for lunch and for that whole "Grand Opening" shtick.) All in all, it was pleseantly suprising. Though I never did get hot tea after I initially distracted our waitress who thought I was trying to order Sharri a coke...
This is mine. Mine, motherfucker. I'll fucking BREAK you if you try to use it. I'm serious here. And you best not be touching those nice timers I fixed. I'll break it off and cram it, bitch.
Why yes, there is a lot of hostility in the dark room. Why do you ask?
