It's a Godammed Arms Race

So! I've got to kick this up to more than once-a-months. But it's only so often that verbs worth mentioning happen in my life.

Last weekend, the little Mrs stopped by for the weekend. She braved the horrendous Ohio weather to get here and for that I thank her. She brought curtains, and please god, if you don't say you like them I will be beaten. Curtain rods double as instruments of torture.

Much to my surprise, I received a visit for the infamous tag-team combo of Tomsu and Kober #2. I suppose that, in my absence, my brothers at Pike have since dropped the numeral from his moniker, but dammit, I'm number 1. Tim might be aching to tell this story himself but in as much as he has probably only just re-arrived in the Buckeye state, I feel that I have effectively called "dibs".

So apparently, a number of weeks ago, Tim witnessed an episode of the popular Food Network TV show "Throwdown with Bobby Flay". The aforementioned episode featured the popular Bobby Flay "throwing down" with Tony Luke, proprietor of the popular Philadelphia sandwich shoppe that bears his name. So what do we have to do? Get some goddamn cheesesteaks. Well, I had a chicken sandwich. 90 minutes to find the place from here, followed by a few hours trolling around South Street, downtown Philadelphia. If you're wondering what there is on South Street on a Saturday night, the answer is simple: Auntie Anne's, the Condom Kingdom, traffic, and jailbait.

You clicked the jailbait link, didn't you? It was the first one you clicked, too. We're both going to hell.

Other than visitors, my life is business as usual. Ten weeks into my employment and there are no indications I am going to be fired. The longer I'm there, the more, it seems, I'm teaching. I taught four hours of an installation seminar this morning. Three days notice. 40 people in the class. You know, I don't have much in the way of public speaking experience. It's blatant absence from my resume is far from accidental. But that hasn't stopped anyone yet. So onward, and upward.

Movies. Hell yes, movies. Children of Men was pretty decent. It actually ran a little long, for what it was, but I really could have used some more at the end. If that makes any sense. Great cinematography, though. It's funny how you don't notice things like that in some movies, but some of the more action intensive scenes in this flick were done in one take. Five, even ten minute chunks of the film just shot in one fell swoop. Very nice.

Finally got around to seeing Silent Hill. Also pretty good. Nice effects, stunning in Blu-Ray.

Idiocracy. Hit and miss. The first 30 minutes or so makes you laugh in that "oh my god that's so true" kind of way. The last half of the flick is a stretch, to say the least.

Movies on deck? First and foremost: 300. Frank Miller can keep pumping out movies all he wants. Next on his plate? Sin City 2. Snyder, the director of 300 (and Dawn of the Dead) is also rumored to be on top of the "unfilmable" comic book from Alan Moore (a la V for Vendetta) "Watchmen". Watchmen was a great book and I look forward to see the pages turned on the big screen.

Black Snake Moan. Sam Jackson with a guitar and Christina Ricci on the end of the big chain... right where she fucking belongs. I tried at first not to ruin what this movie could possibly be about, but it failed, and I'm still interested. Moan comes out this weekend, I will scrounge up some friends, so help me god.

All right. The cat needs attention and I've got laundry that won't fold itself. Yet. You hear that, hon? Come do my laundry.