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of the Moment: It's fun to say, or at least think, in real life, when you or someone else drops something. Malaya enjoys it when I say it, and has taken to saying it herself, both when I drop things and when others, out in public somewhere, drop them. It helps your public declarations of this a lot if you're unconcerned by other people viewing you askance. -- May 31, 2004 |
Monday May 31, 2004 |
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"Pat isn't with God. He's fucking dead. He wasn't religious. So thank you for your thoughts, but he's fucking dead." --Rich Tilllman, Pat Tillman's younger brother, at his memorial service |
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The following two people sent me an email on Saturday. I saw the names and subjects, but couldn't read them since my index file was corrupted. If you two could resend them, I would appreciate it.
The problem with the email, Mozilla now, is that I have all sorts of junk controls set, to send shit mails right to the junk folder. For some reason, that doesn't interface well with my Norton AntiVirus, which scans the attachments and deletes the viruses. In some way, Norton trying to delete the mails while the junk detector is trying to move them to the junk folder causes the inbox index to become corrupted, and then I can see all of the mails by title and time and sender, but if I click them I just get a blank page. I can't see them even if I send them to another folder, or forward them to myself. There's no way to fix it other than to delete the whole inbox, and restart, which wipes out not only the new messages, but every message in the inbox. I've tried every different setting for Norton, but the problem keeps happening, about every other day at this point. Even if I turn off the inbox checking, it sees them in the junk folder, and deletes them there, which often causes the inbox to lock up. I don't even need the Norton to scan the emails, since I've got all of the auto-opening options turned off, and I never click any attachments without being sure of them, but there doesn't seem to be any way to make it not scan the emails. I've got all email scanning disabled, but it's still crashing. So now I'm running Eudora, after downloading it today. I hate it so far; don't like the display, don't like the ads, don't like the way mails are shown, and I can't see any way to set up multiple accounts and keep them separate, the way Mozilla 7.x allows. I need that since I check 5 different emails and don't want them all mixed into the same folder. I also can't see how to have the incoming mail go to the correct subfolder, rather than just the default inbox. The worst thing yet is that there's no bottom of the window display of what it's doing. When I tell it to download new messages, nothing happens. If there are messages and it connects it will download them, but there's no display on the bottom of the window to tell me what it's doing. Mozilla gives you the "connection to _________" and then "downloading message 1/7." I feel like my every command is timing out on Eudora, since there's no way to tell if it's working and there aren't any messages, or if the whole program is locked up. The Eudora site says that you can't get junk blocking either, unless you pay their absurdly high $50 a year user fee. And if I can't get junk blocking I'm certainly not going to use an email program I dislike. However once I went through the options and enabled the junk options, they seem to be working fine. Unfortunately I have to label everything junk again, so the whole month-long educational process has to start over again, just when I had the junk working 99.5% of the time on Mozilla. If I can't figure out better ways to get Eudora working, I'll probably have to go back to Mozilla and just turn off the junk blocking and see if that makes the crashes stop. That would make me very, very unhappy though. If anyone's using an email program they really like, other than Outlook Express, Netscape/Mozilla, or Eudora, feel free to recommend it, since none of my current options are working well.
€ The weekend zoomed past pretty quickly, for me at least. Of course it's still weekend, for most Americans, with the Memorial Day holiday on Monday. At least I think it's Memorial Day. No disrespect to the dead, but I can never keep the non-theme holidays straight. Labor Day, Memorial Day, various famous dead people's birthdays, etc. And since I've never had a regular job that gave me days off on holidays, I never know when they're coming either, or what they are when they arrive. It's a far different state of affairs then I enjoyed back in school, when holidays were not just observed, but awaited with baited breath. Then again, so were weekends, summer vacations, and any illness that didn't come attached to an actual hospital stay or extensive vomiting. I last blogged Saturday morning, and went to bed without carpet cleaning the area in front of my desk due to the past-dawn hour. Malaya roused me five hours later, and we set to running the carpet shampoo machine immediately, finishing my desk area and the bedroom/hallway in about an hour. It was not especially pleasant, 5 minutes after waking up, on a warm afternoon. During much of the job, which was complicated by the carpet machine being a dildo, I kept consoling myself with the thought that I could have a nice nap once we were finished, since Malaya was taking off to her mom's house for the afternoon/evening/overnight. Not that I couldn't have taken a nap if she'd still been here, but we generally like to do things together while we're both here and awake. Even if the "together" part just entails working at our side by side computer desks. It's a testament to my still drowsy and sleep-deprived mind that I didn't realize that the very act I was engaged in was going to prevent a proper nap. 1) I had to leave the windows and curtains open in the bedroom to let the air flow and help dry the carpet and that meant a light, noisy room. 2) I couldn't walk along the damp hallway carpet into the bedroom to reach the bed anyway. Fortunately for my mental well-being, by the time we finished vacuuming and carried all the stuff that was going over to mom's house out to Malaya's truck, I was pretty well awake and no longer feeling any need or desire for a nap anyway. So I got some breakfast (or lunch, or whatever one calls a light meal eaten at 3pm when one woke up at noon) and wanted to get on my computer to write some... and remembered that I couldn't, since the carpet in front of the desk was damp and needed to not be stepped on for several hours yet. I'd thought to bring out a change of clothing from the bedroom closet before we began vacuuming, and I had free time and money and a car, but I didn't want to go anywhere. For one thing it was hot, and I hate going out when it's bright and blinding and I'm going to sweat. For another thing, I just didn't feel like going out. There weren't any errands that really needed to be run, I had no Malaya to accompany, and there were people everywhere. Thus began operation "waste time on the couch." I had 2 DVDs from the library (Taxi Driver and The Mummy), but Malaya had made noises about wanting to watch them with me, and I wasn't really in the mood for either of those. I checked over the movie selection here, but nothing was leaping out at me. I didn't feel like a big action movie, or anything dark like Seven or Silence of the Lambs, or a comedy I'd have to pay attention to, like A Fish Called Wanda. I ended up going with Malaya's tape of Who Framed Roger Rabbit, a movie I hadn't seen in its entirety in at least 8 or 10 years. I enjoyed it; there were more cameos and famous cartoon characters and inside jokes than I remembered, but I was mostly left wondering how any studio got the rights to use Disney and WB and other cartoon characters all in the same film. Given how protective and zealous those companies are of their "intellectual property," it was amazing to see Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse together in multiple scenes. I could probably look it up online, but I sort of suspect that since cartoons were in a real down period back in the late 80s, the companies were happy to get any public viewing, and they all liked the film since nothing like it had ever been done before. It was also funny that the cartoons interacted with the live actors quite well; certainly better than The Garfield Movie, judging by its dreadful trailers. I also read about 100 pages of The Lovely Bones, which I grabbed from the library over the weekend. It's very clever, frequently heartbreaking, full of excellent writing, and has a very interesting premise. Despite all of that, it's relatively boring due to a lack of any real plot or rising action, and I'm bogged down about 50% of the way through it, with no real desire to read more, since I don't care how it turns out. It's an interesting book though, both in concept and execution, and if I don't discuss it some more next time, I will do so in a week or two when I review it. By then the Lakers game was starting, and I watched that while running a really, really bad Adult Anime movie during the commercials. Urotsukidoji II: Legend of Demon Womb. No, really. It was poorly-animated, had an utterly incoherent plot, and according to the review linked from the title, it's not at all a sequel to Urotsukidoji, though whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be determined. It was only in the house since I saw it for sale at Rasputin's last year, and figured the used tape was probably worth $3.99. Malaya and I watched the first 15 minutes of it last year, got bored laughing at the comically awful dubbed voices and mindless story, decided it was only to be watched if part of a drinking game, and never got back to it (drinking or the movie). It wasn't any good, but it did beat watching commercials during the frequent breaks in the basketball game. By the time the Lakers' lackluster effort ended in a 2 point loss, a missed opportunity to close out the series, and a game 6 back in LA on Monday night, the carpet was dry enough to put my chair on and get onto my computer. Sadly, by then my afternoon-desire to write had sadly faded, and I just ended up playing Warcraft 2 and surfing for several hours, not getting to the novel until well past midnight. I got a few hours of work done then, but I'm always annoyed at myself for not working during the day, distracting and being distracted by Malaya, and not really getting to work on anything, the blog or the novel, until 2 or 3am. I like to work at night, but I'd rather that be the nightcap to a productive day, rather than a mad scramble to get something done before I fall asleep. Starting this week Malaya's going to really get to work on her big book project, and our pact is to both work on things at the same time, so with any luck I'll soon be uber-productive as well, and at a time other than 3-5am.
Some quick news here, and then a follow up to The Day After Tomorrow discussion from last blog.
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At least restaurants are aware of the problem, and taking steps to help save lives by cutting the obscene amounts of salt that they slather on top of everything. Or not.
I guess people love salt, but I often find food so salty that I can't eat it. Malaya got a giant CCC to go from Claim Jumper the other day, and it was so salty we could hardly eat it. The salt was sort of useful though, since it enabled us to eat it in very small bites, spread out over several days. French Fries though, are the "too much salt" poster children. Some places still serve them relatively plain, since fried potatoes are damn tasty by themselves. We get these huge 8 pound bags of frozen FFS at CostCo and fry the up in the wok, and they're awesome. We never even consider adding salt, and when I used to fry fresh potatoes myself all the time, I added red pepper flakes, ground black pepper, and sometimes garlic. But never considered adding salt. Restaurant fries though, are painful. The ones at Chili's are simply buried in salt and pepper, to the point that I often pick up each fry and brush it off a bit before eating it. And they still make my lips pucker. Many types of corn and potato chips are painfully salty as well, to the point that I don't buy certain varieties since I know they're about as coated in salt as Frosted Flakes are with sugar. Why do restaurants and food manufacturers put so much off it on everything? I guess that most everyone likes it, and it's cheap, and it doesn't really taste like anything, so it goes with everything. Pepper is great on lots of food, but for some things it's simply not used. Fruit, for instance. Most people like garlic, and basil, and oregano, and lots of other spices. But only on certain foods. Salt can be poured over most everything. Despite that, I think it's all an acquired taste, and that if people simply don't eat a lot of salty stuff and don't add it to their food, they'll be fine without it. I didn't even have a salt shaker at any time during the decade I lived on my own, before I came to live with Malaya. We have a salt shaker now, but I couldn't tell you the last thing we made that we added salt to. I suppose the human need for salt is nutritional as well, to some extent. After all, our bodies need it to function properly. You could go your whole life without ever tasting pepper or garlic or pesto or other delicious spices (And in fact lots of people in the Midwest do, judging by the dinners I attended with my grandparents in Missouri.), and you'd be fine, nutritionally. But you need salt, or you get sick. Lots of types of grazing animals do too; they just have to get their salt directly from a lick, rather than obtaining more than the required dosage from a single serving of basically any prepared food in the entire supermarket. It's pretty obvious that most people aren't real good at listening to their bodies and eating what they need, rather than what they want. That's obviously true of sugar and calories, but apparently it's true of salt as well. You just can't see your developing hypertension in the bathroom mirror or on the bathroom scale. Fortunately, there are depressing news articles like the one above, and depressing blogs like this one, to remind you of the fact.
€ In more good news, for Americans at least, the rest of the world continues to follow our trend-setting lead. In fashion, in entertainment, and now in eating/living styles. In other words, they're getting fat too.
I remember numerous news stories from years ago, when doctors began to grow aware of how fat and unhealthy Americans were getting. Most of the stories discussed other cultures one earth, and quite often they'd show a bunch of footage of skinny Japanese or Chinese people eating rice and fish and living to 107. Perhaps the US fast food industry took that as a challenge? |
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In fact, his review motivated me to email him. Only my second email ever to the writer of a review. More on the first one later. Here's what I said:
I didn't add it, but looking back now I wish I'd tacked on:
This was in reference to the following completely non sequitur-esque line from his review:
Maybe I'm over 9/11 more than I should be, but I didn't associate offscreen plane crashes (nowhere near NY) due to turbulence, a storm surge flooding Manhattan, and people climbing up to the frozen rooftops of NYC skyscrapers to be rescued by helicopters, with the terrorist attacks of 9/11. Also, since he brought it up, when was anyone stranded on a rooftop on 9/11? The roof ladders on the WTC were locked; no one got up there at all, as best I recall.
Overall, I thought my letter was okay. Picky, but not vicious, and I certainly didn't include lines like, "One of the worst movie reviews I've ever read, and I read at least a dozen a week." I certainly didn't expect to hear back from him, and was surprised when I checked my mail the next day (which wasn't deleted by my fucked up Mozilla, for a change) and saw his reply.
Thank you for your interest in my review of The Day After Tomorrow. I
You're right that, on the movie's distorted terms, the Vice-President
*should* change his mind as he does. You are also right that one need not
accept the premise of the picture to enjoy it, though it helps.
In other words, you have to accept its junk science to enjoy it, which is what makes it propaganda. An example of a movie whose premise I reject
but whose depiction is plausible and consistent: House of Sand and Fog.
Review: House of Sand and Fog:
This does nothing to change my opinion of his review, but it certainly takes the piss out of my sails when it comes to slagging him for it. How can I write mean things about someone so professional and polite? True, he'd probably be far better suited for working in PR than writing movie reviews, but who knows, that might be his day job. I suspect he's making about as much money writing his reviews for BoxOfficeMojo as I am for this site. Anyway, in the email he basically restates his argument from the review, with a lot less hyperbole. Strange to think that the person who wrote this email said this (among other bizarre things) in his review:
There's simply nothing in the movie anything like this. We bring the disaster on ourselves with our global warming causing desalinization of the seas, which triggers the whole thing, but it's made clear that basically the exact same thing happened 10,000 years before (in the movie's version of reality), with no help from man. So basically the humans in the movie do nothing other than accelerate the inevitable climate change. It's also very self-serving to say that Emmerich has some sort of glee at destroying America. I thought that was one of the drawbacks of the film; how narrowly-focused it was on the US. The entire northern hemisphere is iced over, and as a quick check of a globe will show you, most of Europe is further north than the US. The movie shows nothing of Europe other than a few early storm scenes, another scientist trapped in the cold, and views of the frozen globe from outer space. Emmerich's Deutschland is certainly a big icicle, and one would assume there is a massive panicked evacuation from Germany into Africa, just as there is from America into Mexico. It's just not shown at all, in the entirely US-centric film. I wondered why they did it this way, since it'll have to hurt the movie's world wide box office prospects. Imagine if the entire movie had been set in oh... Italy. Or China. Or India.
The reviewer's argument is consistent, but I don't think it's defensible. What is there about TDAT that requires the viewer to buy into the whole premise so completely? I could list a thousand film examples, but imagine if someone said they hated Jurassic Park because there's no way to sequence Dinosaur DNA perfectly from the blood in amber-entombed mosquitoes? Or if someone couldn't enjoy LotR or Harry Potter because there isn't really magic, or Dawn of the Dead because Zombies can't really exist. You'd scoff and think them a fool, for applying the same logic of real life to a fictional movie, right? How is TDAT so different? It's slightly more based in reality, but it's not as if those other movies had disclaimers at the start saying they were entirely works of fiction, and no one should believe that a T Rex is going to be cloned, shipped to San Diego on a freighter, and escape from it to rampage through the suburbs. It's called "suspension of disbelief" or "stick to documentaries." Your choice. Or spend a paragraph decrying the inaccuracy of the science in the movie, link to a detailed discussion of it written by someone who knows more than you do (as I did from my TDAT review), and then get on with the movie review. It was a disaster movie, and it required a disaster. I didn't think it was any more unbelievable than a movie about an asteroid striking the earth, or a plague wiping out 99% of humanity, or nuclear war, or whatever you prefer.
As I said previously, this was the second time I've been motivated to email a movie reviewer. The only other time was in response to another D review on Box Office Mojo, and it was for the review of The Ladykillers. Not by the same author as the TDAT review, fortunately. My objection to The Ladykillers review was that the review author just completely didn't get the movie. Not that that's a crime; it was just that he scolded the movie relentlessly for being something other than he thought it was. The movie was a comedy with very broad, satirical characters. The movie was populated entirely by ridiculous exaggerations of characters who were, at all cost, not meant to be taken seriously. Which is why comments such as this in the review were so unintentionally hilarious that I had to mail the guy. Here's a quote from the review.
My email to him, from April 9, 2004:
My, I was a snarky little shit, wasn't I? Perhaps it's no surprise that I never got a reply from the guy. I am more surprised that he never went back and changed the review along the lines I suggested, to remove his embarrassing incomprehension from it. But perhaps he stands by his original analysis. Or perhaps he doesn't have full FTP access to the site, but can only submit reviews that a script uploads and then doesn't allow to be edited.
The other thing I found myself wondering about was why both of my movie review emails went to the same site, when I hardly ever read their reviews anyway. I don't know why, exactly, since I didn't do it on purpose. I'm not angling for a job there, or observing their every review, or anything like that. So why that site? Well, both reviews were dramatically awful, which motivated me to disagree with what I saw as major errors in them. But I think the fact that they both appeared on a site I read frequently (not for the reviews) and feel some affection towards, and the fact that it's a relatively small site, where I felt like my email might actually be read and make a difference, are contributing factors. If either review had been written by a major critic I would have laughed about it and probably excerpted it on the blog, but I can't imagine that I would have mailed them about it. |
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