Archive for January, 2010

January 29, 2010

I just can’t seem to get enough Battlestar

by colemauer

So once again I have dived … dove … diven …

I jumped into a sci-fi television series without stopping to think if i have the time to waste on something so useless and cool at the same time. not to mention that i didn’t even consider whether my already dwindling street cred could handle another hit  like the last time this happened:

Female blonde coworker: hey cole, you’re kind of a nerd . . . what’s that really geeky thing with all the space stuff?

Me: star wars?, star trek?

Female blonde coworker: no, way more geeky, i don’t think anybody’s ever heard of it

Me: battlestar galactica?

Female blonde coworker: yeah! these guys at the bar were talking about it last night and they sounded so lame, have you ever seen it?

Me: (shamefully, as i was about to be instantly judged and permanently labeled) pretty much all of it . . .

And so the story goes.

A quick flashback: Caprica is a miniseries airing on the newly and retardedly titled Syfy network set 50 years before the Cylon attack of Battlestar Galactica (10years before the first Cylon war). Per the guide channel blurb, it follows the lives of the Adama and Greystone families as they shape the world we lost ourselves in for 4 seasons.

After watching the pilot episode (which is a hefty 93 minutes running time) for a second time, I am honestly excited about where this could be headed. Eric Stoltz heads up a (so far) well acted cast of teens and adults in a surprisingly serious and foreboding pilot. Despite the fact that a good part of the cast isn’t going to be able to enjoy the festivities of the season launch party, the nudity (in the extended version) in the first ten minutes alludes to the fact that Miley Cyrus probably won’t be making a cameo this season.

While the pilot to any serious Sci-Fi series is generally given a much larger budget than it’s mid-season counterparts, the graphics were a stand up performance on par and exceeding that of its space-entrenched counterpart. While we can readily expect to see far less zero-G dogfighting in Caprica, there promises to be no shortage of robots, androids, and cybernetic life form nodes to ogle at.

Once again, as it’s predecessor, it seems Caprica is well on its way to earning praise for it’s depth and character development, especially in the female characters (you’ll see what i mean when you see the pilot, it gets pretty messy right from the gun); and if there are any more similarities, we can expect to be introduced to approximately 28 other main characters over the course of the coming season.

On the other hand, while this is a separate series with (so far) only one recurring character in the mark of a pre-pubescent Bill Adama, i don’t see any way that this series could go forward without the precursor of the BSG series. Some may see this as a downside, and many prequels or spinoffs can catch extra ratings by opening up to people who have not seen the original series. This clearly is not going to be the case with Caprica. If you want to enjoy this series at all, and haven’t seen at least the first 2 seasons of BSG, consider this your warning, you have till friday (1-29-2010) to catch up (enjoy it, i’ll probably be watching along with you).

With that said, i give a hearty recommendation to tune in to Syfy on friday nights (please for the love of gods, DVR this so you don’t have to sit through all of the promos for their made-for-tv movies) and see if we can get a glimpse of exactly how they made the 6’s

ColeMauer

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January 27, 2010

Have you seen my remote?

by bmiller445

I’ve lost my remote. It’s the Tivo one, not the TV one. No, the TV remote  hasn’t been seen for years. I don’t care where it is. There are buttons on the TV. I can still tell it what to do, but the TIVO has no master now. It records as it pleases only to tease me with the knowledge that I can’t watch what it knows I would like.

Maybe you’ve seen it. Let me describe it to you:
It’s all that is pure and right with the world, it’s curves remind me of a woman I never knew. She walks in my dreams just out of sight. I’ve only seen her shadow and smelled her sweet perfume of fresh batteries. Sometimes as I lay in bed at night I hear her call to me. Binka…Binka…Binka…Gonk. It also has some buttons and the back falls off a lot.

I’ve looked everywhere, the couch, the microwave, freezer and fridge, the bedroom, bathroom, cabinets, kitty box, and car. It’s no where to be found.

TMZ is on, at first I considered turning off the television, but instead I now sit in a dark room filled with static and my irrational thoughts.

I am beginning to suspect my wife. She’s always been jealous of TIVO remote. Always asking why I always get it. Well I DON’T HAVE IT NOW DO I? HAPPY? HAPPY? No, this is wrong. Anna would never take something I love like that away from me, these are the words of  madmen. (I should Tivo that show)

I now consider something much worse as I sit here. I have looked in every conceivable place. I’ve searched my own body in ways I can never speak of and yet I find nothing. I believe that it may never have existed. As I sit and think about it now it seems too perfect. All it could control, the way it made me feel. These things can’t exist so perfectly in a world I know to be imperfect. It’s function and form is simply the imaginations of a madman forced to watch TMZ and Judge Judy and dream of world where this is not his fate. GOD TAKE ME NOW.

Billy

January 26, 2010

Sonic Ritual

by George

We all believe.  And we each have our own way of practicing our faith.  Precious minutes each day, devoted to worship…precious minutes, each day, when we can remove our conscious selves from the physical world and become enveloped by our deities.

Or maybe it’s just me…

For those like myself who hold a particular reverence for the awesome power of music and sound, putting in earbuds, popping in a CD or putting a needle to vinyl and pressing play can be an almost religious experience…a glimpse into the divine!  It can enhance or detract; construct or destroy; amplify or mute.  To we who believe, it can give solace just as easily as it can bring on discomfort.

I’m sure you’re reading this and thinking that I need to get a life…possibly true.

But you cannot deny that you too have, at some point in your cognizant existence, been influenced by and acted under the guidance of these moving waves…that even for the most brief interval of time, been transported from your physical surroundings into a world created by your mind.

Not only are these sonic rituals a window into our minds, but they are also a means of time travel.  The physical compression of air in certain patterns and frequencies that we interpret as sound is transformed into electrical impulses that activate certain areas of your brain, where they have the ability to continue on and trigger memories.  Despite our (supposedly and arguably) massive intellectual capabilities as human beings, our limited ability to control our thoughts is rarely more evident than when song and lyric carry your mind away to another specific instance of time.

Reality is limited by perception.  As sound is one of the distinctions that defines reality, I like to think that the structure and organization of its elemental units (music) is one of the ‘bridges’ that links our reality with a world that we don’t have the means to perceive; all the frequencies, from the lowest bass to the highest treble and those in between, are essential to further describe and understand our surroundings.

And at the same time, we create it…at the very least, we are vessels by which it is conveyed.

So, my fellow believers, as you go off and bathe your mind in sound, peace be with you.
wall of fuzz

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January 21, 2010

Daybreakers: a nice view, but the window has crap all over it

by colemauer

First of all, take a gander at the trailer for those of you that haven’t seen it yet.

Next, allow me to say that if you’ve ever been to a movie theater that nobody goes to on a Tuesday night to see an underscored movie, then you might know how amazing an unplanned private screening is. I was all excited when the “please silence your cell phones” screen came up, considering myself among the ballerest of rappers and socialites, thinking to myself “i ain’t gotta turn nothin’ off.” I had considered several avenues of fun to take advantage of the current setting: the first of which was mystery science theater, only i had never seen the movie, thus making it pretty tough to properly rip it apart. Second, throwing overpriced foodstuffs at the screen and demanding my money back, only to realize that I had no such snacks. And lastly to try to augment the complete lack of romanticism in the movie by making sexy time, but the people that came in 15 minutes after the previews rolled kinda ruined that when they sat 2 seats behind us.

On to the movie.

Sam Neill is in it: score 2 points. Any movie that pulls Dr. Grant out of what can only be called an early retirement has at least got that going for it. Ethan Hawke plays a very . . . Ethan Hawkish character in that he has very few lines, looks confused and concerned a lot, and ends up almost having a really good performance. Nothing particularly wrong, but not exactly out of the park; a solid B game, I’d say.

The premise itself is actually very exciting. Very seldom do we hear of a vampire movie from the other side of the tracks. The nuances of this side of the story are quite intriguing with many moments leaving you feeling envious that you hadn’t considered the difficulties of a world of vampires entrenched in a world that spends half of it’s time bathed in poisonous sunlight. Daytime driving windshields, subwalks, blood-spiked coffee, and overly seductive toothpaste ads, just to name a few.

Without spoiling anything too much (not that M Night sharoshashamaland sat in on the storyboarding or anything), the sub 100 minute movie does a good job of setting up the world itself, as it is probably the most interesting and dynamic character of the movie. After that it takes an instant jump to bullet speed to try any make up for the precious 45 minutes it spent getting you up to speed on the fact that people . . . sorry, vampires are yes, still deathly allergic to the sun.

If the movie had a twist, I’d say it would be that Willem Dafoe seems to be getting younger as time passes. Here we are in 2010 and good old Willem isn’t looking so bad compared to the scene in Spider Man when he decided to rip off his clothes and jump on his glider…or maybe that was just all around kind of creepy . . . who knows, I’m pretty sure the best part of that movie was the Macy Gray cameo.

I’m ranting. Back to the movie

Good: lots of blood, no cheesy romance awkwardly thrown in to try to justify this to anybody other than the target audience, Sam Neill, more blood, a cool soundtrack (OST), and the fact that we almost had the theater to ourselves.

Bad: the audio – it sounded like the entire movie took place inside Sam Neill’s mouth. I’m not sure what it was, and it didn’t happen with anybody else, but I feel like the entire movie counted as receiving oral favors from Dr. Grant. Next – rushed plot, probably due to the next point, 98 minute running time – not that it needs to be anywhere near the gargantuan 162 minutes that avatar boasts, but i feel like I got slightly screwed.

All in all I was, like I said, very surprised at the effort put into showing how vamps are getting along night-to-night avoiding sunburn, and the story fit somewhere in between a gore thriller and vampire noir.

3 velociraptors out of 5

January 20, 2010

Why read? And especially why read this site?

by bmiller445

Reading is hard. You have to read and stuff and that can be tiring.So I thought I would help everyone back into the blog by giving some tips on how I do it.

Most of the time I enjoy reading from left to right. This is usually the best way to go about reading directionally speaking, though I have heard of other countries that do it other ways and I do mean heard. I’ve never read that, left to right, or otherwise. I also only do my reading in places where I can’t be watching TV like:

The bathroom
The library
Work
In Post Apocalyptic settings

This way I know I couldn’t have been spending my time on something I enjoy more.

Also I enjoy “reading between the lines” and making broad inferences. Take these lines from Wikipedia for instance:

In particle language, the constant Higgs field is a superfluid of charged particles, and a charged superfluid is a superconductor. Inside a superconductor, the gauge electric and magnetic fields both become short-ranged, or massive.

In my head this is nothing but a poorly veiled reference to sex. Whatever scientist (random guy) put this statement together obviously meant for us to get a little more out of that than can be seen at first glance. I know this because I scanned the sentences quickly without any comprehension, but saw the words superfluid and massive.

So that is how to read, but why should you read this site?

Well, what else are you going to do at work? Don’t say work, because that makes you a liar and Jesus cries. So if you can’t be playing games, watching TV, or messing with gadgets then you should be reading about those things so you can be ready to do them when you get home.

But why not read another, better site?

That is just a rude question and I don’t appreciate my asking it. Plus, those other sites give you herpes. Already have herpes? This site can cure it*.

So, new reader, read on just as I have taught you. And learn, learn about the things you love. (none of which being reading) To get you started I’ll write a couple of line below that you can practice reading between the lines.

Sister Mary Catherine checked to make sure the safety on her gun was off. She had cleaned it the night before, making sure every piece was oiled and ready. She wasn’t going to get burned again by a jammed 45. As bombay doors opened she imagined herself soaring across the sky raining fire from above, if only. From here out it was in God’s hands.

Billy

*This site cannot cure herpes.

January 14, 2010

How-To: Tether your Motorola Droid to your Mac

by John

If there’s one think I love about my Motorola Droid, it’s that the Droid is just a small computer.   I have my email, web browsing, games, documents, pictures, etc.  But there are still times when I need my notebook.  With everything in “the cloud” these days it’s tough using your computer without an Internet connection.  Good thing we can use the 3G from the Droid as our network connection.

**Warning**
Verizon’s data plan is not unlimited.
Tethering might breach your terms of service.
If you use too much bandwidth Verizon will charge you.
I am not responsible for anything you do with your own devices.
This is for information purposes only.

Verizon has not supported tethering via the Droid yet, but with a simple program install you’ll be tethered in less than an hour.

The Following instructions are specific to MacOSx but are probably similar on the PC.

Head over to download  PDAnet
http://www.junefabrics.com/android/index.php
Download the MAC USB Tether App

Then download the App from Android Market Place

The App is  free but apparently it blocks secured sites.
So be careful where you surf.

Install the app to your phone and install the app on your notebook.
After Rebooting your computer you will see a new icon on the top of your  MacOSx desktop.

Before we can properly make the phone communicate with the laptop we’ll need to activate “USB Debugging” in the phone.

In your droid click Settings -> Applications -> Development -> USB Debugging.

Now open the app and tap “Enable USB Tether”

I haven’t been able to use Bluetooth correctly and I understand that it’s a battery killer.

Once PDA net is enabled on the phone, click on the menubar icon on your computer and select “Connect”

If you receive an error, restart both your phone and computer.

If you have any questions or comments, post them in the comments section

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