Sunday, August 30, 2009

Don't see Ponyo it's stupid and boring

Fairly straightforward, uneventful week. Of interest was the company baseball game on Saturday. We played against Kentucky Blue Grass, our biggest customer. I played catcher, which is a fairly low-pressure position to play in slow pitch. It involved very little running, which is a good thing for me.

I finally bought my netbook, which I plan to use for school. I'm always paranoid when I make big purchases, because something ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS and by ALWAYS I mean ALWAYS goes wrong with it. With my old computer, it didn't have an adequate power supply. With my current computer, the audio jacks in the back don't work. On my car, the gas cap is defective. Stuff like that. So I buy the netbook, an Asus Eee PC 1005HA, and set it up on the home network in 35 easy steps in a few hours. Everything is working fine, so I'm really waiting for the hammer to drop. It drops not. I have the battery charging all night, and the next day I go to test it out upstairs, and it doesn't turn on. Oh ho ho, there's the problem. My new netbook doesn't turn on when it's not plugged into the wall. Sorta defeats the purpose of portable computing. I take it back to Memory Express, and the guy has never seen a problem like that before, so he just gives me a whole new one.

Now that my “what will go wrong with my new purchase?” anxiety is out of the way, I'm a lot less edgy. Plus you can play StarCraft without a CD ever since version 1.15, which is awesome. Now I can play StarCraft upstairs, giving the impression that I'm sociable.

I saw “Ponyo” on Friday, because I had the luxury of not waking up at 4:30 on Saturday. I had pretty high expectations going in because this was an anime by Hayao Miyazaki, whose style ranges from the fun and lighthearted “Spirited Away” or “Castle in the Sky” to the brutally real “Grave of the Fireflies” to the fantastically violent “Princess Mononoke.” All I can say is... wow, this is easily the slowest, most pointless movie I've seen in my life. Imagine taking a 15 page story book aimed at a five-year-old audience and stretching it out to an hour and forty minutes. Oh, forty of those minutes are characters, and I'm not exaggerating here, staring at each other or making pleasant small talk with senior citizens or nursing mothers. And that's not nearly as exciting as it sounds, either. There's no conflict, no sympathy for any of the boring/immortal characters, and no decapitated giant wolf heads biting off arms, which is something I've come to expect from Miyazaki's Studio Ghibli. I have no idea why Ponyo has a 91% approval on Rotten Tomatoes. Hand drawn animation nostalgia? There was one family with children there in the theater, and they left halfway through.

And over the ending credits we're treated (subjected?) to a song by Noah Cyrus (Miley Cyrus' brother) and Frankie “The Bonus Jonas” Jonas. I DARE you to sit through the the end of the credits awake and with your dignity intact. I sure didn't.

And I don't even have any good vids this, week. Lame.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Suffering circuits! That's alphanumeric!

I'm back from my spectacular voyage across the Americas! Well, one of the Americas. And two time zones. It was a really awesome trip, but I don't want to Blog about it until I can do it real justice, so you'll have to wait for the multimedia presentation that I'm preparing.

Besides my trip and the 10 pounds I gained, life has returned to normal. On Friday we were rained out of work, so I had a day to catch up on some chores/treat myself to a movie. On a whim I drove past Mill Woods Mall, and inside found the Warp 3 comic book store. And in there I found the Knights of the Old Republic Campaign Guide that's now out of print. Huzzah! I also bought a new pillow, which I should have done, oh, four years ago. While at Superstore I was getting some bulk raisinettes for a movie, and a couple of kids in a shopping car next to me just stared in awe. “Look! He's buying chocolate!” Truly, I was. It reminded me of the first day after I moved out of home. After I spent an afternoon staring placidly at my wall thinking about how alone I was, I went to West Edmonton Mall to do some shopping, and only had Dairy Queen fudge brownie sumthingorother for dinner BECAUSE I COULD.

Also on Friday I emailed my program at MacEwan about whether or not I was accepted, and mere hours later my acceptance letter came in the mail. That's tenacity. Unfortunately I'll probably have to ask them a lot more questions because the letter says “You are accepted! Class starts September 8.” And that's it. No information about class registration at all. Sigh.

Work is winding down. This week and the next are the last weeks for a lot of the guys working here. It was Logan's last day on Saturday, and I managed to get a shot of his sweet tattoo. Check-a check-a check it out:

Yes. That's Matrix's tattoo from ReBoot. Good times.

Want some videos? How about a Korean baby singing “Hey Jude”?

Star Wars: Longest Crash Ever

Just watch it

Two Star Wars videos on one day!? Yes!

You know how weddings have themes now? Well, my wedding is going to be Ninja Turtle themed and all the guests will receive one of these:

Mama mia! Its-a Pizza Cutter Wedding Favor! Wedding pizza. I could start a new trend in the "foods that are tied to events" industry. Funeral potatoes, execution steak, and now wedding pizza! I swear I could get away with it, too. You can get away with anything if you serve it on a fancy enough plate.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

When you're old, you go as you please.

So on Monday I took my writing aptitude test to see if I can get back into my old Communications program at MacEwan. Unfortunately I won't know if I passed for another week, and then I won't know if I'm admitted for another week after that because their admissions person comes in every two weeks.

Unfortunately the test wasn't in an enclosed room, but in one of those open sections behind the writing offices. This is virtually impossible to visualize, but just keep in mind this thing was probably built in the 70s. I was right by a window, so it was like writing a test in a green house.

So I took my car in to the dealership to get them to replace the gas cap and check on the “check engine” light that came on. When they're finished with it, they say that since it wasn't a defect but that it's my fault for putting the gas cap on wrong, therefore not under warranty, therefore they're going to charge me for the whole process.

Oh no you DID-INT.

Pfft, yeah right. I tell them I've been putting gas caps on vehicles for a decade and never had this problem, also it was stuck when you sold it to me, so let me talk to your manager. The guy at the desk leaves, comes back in a few minutes and says the manager is on the phone, so he just hands me my keys and says he'll take car of it. I dash away. I used up all of my moxy with that stand and I was away with my car, so I wasn't going to risk another confrontation. Since I'm basically running on fumes at this point, I head right to the gas station, which is fortunately only a block away. I go to open my gas cap and go to pry it off, and the thing snaps in half in my hands. Wow. So they didn't replace it, they just broke it in half, stuck it back in a propped the black half on top of the actual plug. FORTUNATELY the stub is fairly easy to turn on and off with my fingers, so it's a decent working relationship.

A weird thing happened at Tim Hortons on Friday. Me and Al went in for a break and we both make a beeline for the bathroom. He gets to the door first and I start to follow him in, but then I see that it's just the one room and not stalls, so I just stand outside. “I just gotta wash my hands quick,” Allen says. But right behind us is this old guy, who says something like “line up, eh?” and walks past me, opens the door, and starts peeing right behind Allen who is washing his hands at the sink. You know how small those rooms are. Crayzy.

Lately I've become partial to getting a small pack of Timbits when we stop in for a break. It seemed like a nice little snack, ya know? But then I discovered the Tim Hortons Nutrition Calculator and discovered that my normal raspberry-chocolate-honey dip 3:3:4 ratio combination had approximately 640 calories and 22 grams of fat. Egads, I've been eating these for the last two weeks. That may be why I've been going up and down in weight so rapidly. This has forced me to explore other snack options.