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Saturday, March 31, 2007

An Actual Movie Title
posted by clake at 5:59 PM (0) comments

Today's Randy the Cat comic is a little low-brow, by my usual standards. I think you'll get a chuckle, though.

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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Too Hot to Handle
posted by clake at 2:48 PM (1) comments

Shouting out "I'm MC Rove", Mr Rove danced about the stage and postured like a rap star, much to the delight of the watching press.
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! (Link)

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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Reviews Reviews Reviews!
posted by clake at 8:41 PM (0) comments

In answer to those who might say that there is anything in the "real" lives of me or other such "actual people" that needs commenting on in my blog, I say "pfeh!" Instead, here are reviews of stuff from the TeeVee:

I've discovered a sketch comedy program called Little Britain, which is quite hilarious. It is especially recommended for the comic sensibility of Aeryk. Below is a clip from YouTube, featuring a Scottish innkeeper who has an unusual tendencie to speak in riddles. Please ignore the subtitles - they are unique to this YouTube clip and do not in any way add to the humor, unless your primary spoken language is French:



Having seen pretty much all of Kids in the Hall, going back and watching the old episodes - while still funny - is never quite the same as it once was. This show is like discovering Kids in the Hall again for the first time. Like Kids, this show relies heavily on recurring characters interacting in an absurdist version of reality. Other characters include a very unconvincing transvestite, a schoolmaster who is very dull indeed, and "the only gay man" in a small, Welsh villiage. As a word of warning, one recurring pair of characters might give Yankees the pip: Two blackface minstrels who are constantly discriminated against for being blackface minstrels. One can see how these sketches are a clever, ironic twist the exposes racism as the absurd notion that it is, but American viewers will - like me - recoil at the imagery. But these are very brief sketches. The rest of the show is excellent.

Also, Tom Baker (Doctor Who number four) is the narrator. This is quite a coincidence considering my increased interest in Doctor Who of late. Episode Three contains a very direct reference: "With nothing to watch but repeats on the telly of Doctor Who, Medics, and that episode of Blackadder II I was on, Lou and Andy go to rent a video."

They end up getting Pride and Prejudice, but if they were in the midst of the same Whofascination that I am, they might instead have chosen "The Pirate Planet". I screened this Douglas Adams episode of Who in my very home this past Saturday afternoon. It was indeed zany and convoluted, as is Adams' style. I liked it. I particularly enjoyed K-9 and the robot parrot engaging in a knock-down, drag-out "inarticulate robot animal fight".

Bonus Review:
I am currently eating a Jello pudding strawberry cheesecake dish of some sort invented by my wife this very night. Cracking good! I recommend heartily!

Bonus Youtube Bonus Bonus: It's hard to ride a train in Britain dressed as Doctor Who.

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MS Word - Mail Merge Decimal Places
posted by clake at 9:21 AM (0) comments

Having trouble getting the data you have mail merged into a Microsoft Word document to display the way you want it to because you can't tweak the number of decimal places shown? Here's the frustratingly technical solution that is impossible to figure out without being told. You'd think the good, old right-click would do it, but no - not at all.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Fire Sauce
posted by clake at 8:27 AM (0) comments

By the way, this week's Randy the Cat went up on Saturday. It isn't so much a comic as a mishmash of various elements of Randy the Cat's world. Immerse yourself.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Review: The Ribos Operation
posted by clake at 4:56 PM (0) comments

Since I've finished Season Two of Battlestar, I've decided to wait to see more until Season Three is officially out on DVD. I think it's a good time for a break. So now, my main sci-fi Netflix fascination is officially Doctor Who. I only watched this show occasionally growing up, since it was on so late and to tell the truth I didn't have much of an attention span. Later, I caught some episodes here and there in college, encouraged by fellow honors floor nerds who were passionate about the program. Then as a college graduate, I checked out a few episodes from the public library, which rekindled the interest and I spent some time as a regular viewer on Iowa Public Television.

This could not last, though, as the one person I most enjoyed spending my weekend evenings with - my wife - could not stand the show. There are a lot of reasons for this: The late night time slot led to a rather buzzkill end to the evening, as she fell asleep while I sat on our futon watching a bunch of gobbledygook about daleks and fenrics and such; also, the peak of my regular viewership happened to coincide with the Colin Baker years, which are rather controversial among fans due to the often iffy writing, violence, and dark subject matter; additionally, one must admit the show is just plain not suited to most people's taste.

I eventually turned to taping the show and watching it while tidying my house and folding laundry while Klake was away a-studying on Sunday afternoons. However, our laundry/study schedules changed and at some point my interest in the show waned such that it was no longer important to me to make any sort of special effort to see it. Phases, after all, come and go. (This is sort of how it went with Twin Peaks. I became very obsessed with Twin Peaks at one point, which coincided with the financially poorest year of my life. It was a great escape.)

So now, my latest opportunity to catch up on this series comes in the form of the Netflix "Watch It Now" service, which I have mentioned in my previous review of "City of Death". Among the episodes available via this service are all of Season Sixteen, known collectively as the "Key to Time". I begin my enjoyment of this story arc at the beginning, with "The Ribos Operation".

You're still reading at this point? Goodness, you are hardcore. Here are the highlights:

Plot: The Doctor and K-9 are prepared to give saving the universe a break and take a much-deserved holiday, when instead they are summoned by an entity known as the white guardian to collect the six pieces of the Key to Time (a mission similar to pretty much everything Super Mario has ever been called upon to do). Things are kept vague regarding why this is so important: The WG just says something about how every once in a while something goes screwy with the universe and the whole thing has to be stopped and started up again (like Microsoft Windows - ha ha). Who is the White Guardian? Why does he dress like the governor of some Caribbean island and sit in a high-backed wicker chair sipping space-brandy? What does this say about British colonialism? These are questions that may or may not find answers along the way. Isn't this exciting? The Doc returns to his TARDIS space-time-vessel-thing to find that someone has placed an articulate and refined lady there while he wasn't looking. Her name is Romana. This makes him very defensive. And off we go...

The doohickey the WG gave him to locate Key to Time pieces points them to the planet Ribos, where they spend the rest of the serial attempting to snatch a piece that has been hidden amongst the crown jewels of some medieval sort of culture. This gets them mixed up in the plans of an intergalactic con artist to "sell the planet" to a deposed prince. This is as much synopsis as I can muster. I have already told you too much.

Lame Monster: A rubbery sort of giant lizard thing that clumbsily crawls along with an unhappy BBC production assistant inside.

Most Unlikely Moment: The Doctor is accosted by a palace guard and escapes detention by pulling out a pocket watch and "hypnotizing" the soldier. Oh, come on!

Further Reactions: I for one really like the character K-9. He's a robot dog that takes everything you say literally. He's always trundling along at about half the speed that his companions are going on foot yet manages to keep up. That's already reason enough to find him charming, but then top it off with the abilities to chemically analyze almost anything as well shoot laser beams from his nose, and you've got perhaps one of the most compelling characters in western literature. If by "western" you mean "nerd" and by "literature" you mean "TV".*

Next up: "The Pirate Planet", penned by Mr. Douglas Adams.

*And if by "character" you mean "radio controlled box with something resembling a head fastened to one end".

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Monday, March 19, 2007

Review in Brief: Running With Scissors (2006)
posted by clake at 4:22 PM (0) comments

Synopsis: A middle-school-aged young man played by an actor who looks like a college sophomore has to live with his mother's therapist after his parents split up and his mom takes up anti-depressants and delusions of grandeur full-time.

What I thought: This was a fairly entertaining movie. The previews made it look like more of a light-hearted family comedy-drama. This film is "based on a memoir", and it definately has that heavy slathering of self-pity and "can you believe this really happened to me holy crap oh my god" that we've all come to expect from the memoir genre. I was able to sit through it without getting bored and I had a few laughs, but also I will never in my life utter the words, "What? You've never seen Running With Scissors?"

Best line: "What are you doing in my masturbatorium?!"

Something that movies should stop doing: I'm talking about being two hours long. Plenty of movies have good reason for needing more time to sell a story, but that should be the exception instead of the rule. Sometimes I feel like Netflix should get rid of the "Drama" genre category and replace it with "2+ Hours".

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'S Knees
posted by clake at 10:47 AM (0) comments

This week's Randy the Cat comic is too cute. It is perhaps time for me to start submitting ideas to Mutts or apply to become one of the army of writers that hacks out daily Marvin strips.*

* In all honesty, I don't actually know how many cartoonists it takes to produce the comic strip Marvin. I have a good idea how many are required to change a light bulb (far less than you'd think, due to the extra efficiency of modern compact fluorescents).

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Friday, March 16, 2007

1043 Spams!
posted by clake at 4:22 PM (2) comments

Here's a recent look inside the spam filter on my Gmail. Ha ha, you guys, this stuff did not make it to my inbox! You lose!

Burton Larsen, look at that sad-ass subject line. You can do better than that.
Interesting work, Seymour. An expanding turban would indeed be a suspicious item. I hate to be culturally insensitive, but if I owned an airport I would not allow such a thing past security without close inspection. "Why do you even have this? I'm sorry, but I am going to have to take a closer look."

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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Don't Take My Internet Radio
posted by clake at 11:13 AM (0) comments

I only just today learned the details of a recent decision by the Copyright Royalty Board to increase the royalty fees paid by U.S. webcasters by an alarming amount. Read the Wired News story here:
"The rates are disastrous," says Joe Kennedy, CEO of Pandora. "I'm not aware of any internet radio service that believes it can sustain a business at the rates set by this decision."

The situation for smaller webcasters isn't any better. And for the likes of Bill Goldsmith, who runs Radio Paradise, it's far worse: "This royalty structure would wipe out an entire class of business, small independent webcasters such as myself and my wife. Our obligation under this rate structure would be equal to over 125 percent of our total income."

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If the new rates stick, online music fans may come to expect far less innovation, variety and quality when it comes to internet radio. Some industry experts fear that even more users could be driven to illicit services that pay no royalties or those that operate from other countries.
You bet I would be driven to illicit services that pay no royalties - I have tasted the variety and quality offered by internet radio and I am not going back to listening to my awful, local classic rock station. As is always the case with such situations, there's an online petition for this cause. Also, you can follow this link to make your dissatisfaction known to your representatives.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

RTC
posted by clake at 10:06 AM (0) comments

Talk to your kids about smoking, before they talk to a bear.

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Monday, March 12, 2007

I just sent a letter - You can read it too!
posted by clake at 3:34 PM (3) comments

Dear Mr. [Steven E.] Landsburg,
Your article about the leisure disparity among classes is as provocative as it is stupid. I'm sure it was intended to spark debate and get people thinking, but it paints an unfair picture of the "leisure" enjoyed by the poor. They work less hours than CEOs, and they also get paid very little for doing it. If you had to do the kind of thankless labor many low-income workers perform, you would be out the door at 5:01pm every day, just like every other hourly worker in this country. This is, of course, unless you were among the vast number of people who work dreadful hours all night to keep groceries stocked and hospitals running. Also, they do their own laundry, clean their own houses, and prepare their own meals. How much of this counts as "work" in your world? I suppose painting a picture of the poor as enjoying an endless vacation at your expense helps you work through your personal guilt, but it is an absolutely incorrect image of how things really are.

Sincerely,
[Crs.] Lake

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Follow-up, 3/13/2007:

I received this reply from Mr. Landsburg at 6:43 p.m. last night (his words are in blue):
>
> it paints an unfair picture of the "leisure" enjoyed by the
> poor. They work less hours than CEOs, and they also get paid very little
> for doing it. If you had to do the kind of thankless labor many low-income
> workers perform, you would be out the door at 5:01pm every day, just like
> every other hourly worker in this country.

I don't see where you've addressed the main question, which is whythis has changed so much since 1965.

This is, of course, unless you
> were among the vast number of people who work dreadful hours all night to
> keep groceries stocked and hospitals running. Also, they do their own
> laundry, clean their own houses, and prepare their own meals. How much of
> this counts as "work" in your world?

All of it, as I thought the column made clear. The big trend is not"less time at the office"; it's "more time at leisure". Hours spenton laundry, cleaning and meal preparation are all down across theboard, but they're down farthest among the least educated.
I don't buy this rebuttal at all. While it is debatable whether or not the bottom 10% truly do find themselves, on average, with more actual leisure time than the top 10% (I don't believe this*), the main problem people are having with this article is the attitude that is taken by the author. He peppers this article with a lot of meaningful remarks indicating that he feels the poor are doing quite well with all their leisure time. Then in his concluding paragraph, he makes an oblique dig at progressive taxation. It makes it seem as if the point of the entire preceeding article was to muddy the water regarding the growing disparity between the rich and the poor by demonstrating that "it all evens out" in the distribution of money versus leisure. Why feel that there needs to be anything done about the shitty pay at the low-end of the labor market while CEO's keep earning comicaly bigger paychecks? The poor are making out like bandits, right? Of course, his most infuriatingly offensive comments are couched in vague sarcasm, which I suppose means he doesn't have to address them in his rebuttals.

I also notice that he sent me this response (barring any huge delays on Gmail's part yesterday eve) at 7:43 p.m. Eastern Time (I assume he wrote it from Rochester, NY). It's a bit late to be taking the time to answer an email from someone who obviously thinks you're an idiot, don't you think?

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* If you're going to count the chores you do at home as work, then shouldn't you take the things about a big-time executive's job that she absolutely loves doing and count them as leisure? What about meetings on the golf course? What about dinner with a client who's actually a really nice person and you mostly just shoot the breeze about sailing and baseball? What if Donald Trump really enjoys firing someone - should this be scooted over to the "leisure" column?

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Review: City of Death
posted by clake at 10:09 PM (0) comments

Last weekend, I watched the four-part Doctor Who episode "City of Death", using a sweet, new Netflix feature: "Watch Now". (A limited but growing number of the vast Netflix DVD library is now available for current members to view for free as high-quality streaming video on their home computers. Currently, you get an hour of viewing per one dollar spent per month on your Netflix service.)

According to Wikipedia, "City of Death" was originally broadcast in 1979, the year of my birth. I've been watching a lot of the new Battlestar Galactica lately (on disc - it isn't currently available as streaming video) and - though I'm enjoying it immensely - it was a great, refreshing change of pace to set the often bleak, brutal tone of Battlestar aside and return to the optimistic, quirky fun of Tom Baker as The Doctor.

This episode is credited to the BBC pseudonym "David Agnew", but it was likely that then script editor Douglas Adams penned a good deal of the script. His odd sense of humor comes through, especially in The Doctor's peculiar wordplay (you can sample a bit at YouTube) and the antics of Duggan, the slow-witted, brawny detective who assists our protagonists, though usually just hinders things with his penchant for knocking suspicious persons unconscious before the Doctor is able to get any useful information from them.

I won't go into a great lot of detail about the plot, since I'm really hoping to keep this post relatively brief. Netflix has a number of other Doctor Who episodes in its Watch Now collection, and I will most definately be making use of it in the future.

Another important note before I end, for those who are both living in Iowa and fans of Doctor Who: The new series, started in 2005, will begin airing on Iowa Public Television in March. Learn more by clicking here. This is especially good news for those who a) Don't get the SciFi Channel, b) Are for one reason or another scared to use BitTorrent (yes, I am one) and/or c) You've always enjoyed Who via the good services of Iowa Public Television and, I say, it's a fine tradition and should continue.

Okay, I guess I'm finished nerding at you now.

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Saturday, March 03, 2007

Caprica 6
posted by clake at 9:40 AM (0) comments

Enjoy, on this lovely Saturday of the shinter season, a new Randy the Cat. This is an updated re-imagining of "Adventures in Space".

I've also been meaning to use this space to review a new product Klake and I tried this week. I don't have the box to look at, so I'll call it the Red Baron Big Box of Pizza, Breadsticks, and Cinnimon Things. Yes, that's right, you get a big, rectangular pizza, four breadsticks, and a microwavable version of the ubiquitous "some crap with cinnimon on it" that's been sweeping the delivery pizza industry.

The pizza itself is pretty good. It's exactly as you would expect from Red Baron - which I've always found to be one of the most dependably good frozen pizza brands - only it's a rectangle. I'll give the pizza a generous A- when it comes to frozen pizza. There are better frozen pizza experiences out there, but this breadlike disc with sauce, cheese, and pepperoni will not disappoint.

Klake liked the breadsticks more than I did. They're good, I will definately give them that. Baron is able to get them reasonably breadlike, despite their frozen origins, and they're covered with a pleasant combination of seasoning. A small container of marinara dipping sauce is appropriately present. I give these four breadsticks a C. I didn't dislike them, but since a side order of breadsticks is not a common staple of the frozen pizza market, so you can't help compare them to your restaurant experiences with breadsticks. Let's make that a C+, because the seasoning really is quite good. Hell, I guess if I could imagine a world full of boxed, frozen breadsticks out there to compare it to, this would fare rather well. These sticks get a B+ in the fabled world of aisles and aisles of frozen breadsticks.

Schwann's misses a great opportunity to call the bready, gooey cinnamon things "Cinnabarons", and instead has christened them "Cinnamon Tastries". Lame, guys. These are essentially a frozen block of sweet, cinnamon-infused breadiness slathered in a simple, white frosting. They were okay. C, maybe C-. It really makes me feel like I'm settling for something third-rate out of a desire for something sweet. Dessert is a very high-calorie affair, and if you're going to do it then it should be worth it. When I think about all the possibilities, these are not worth it.

In fact, I'm starting to have doubts about the whole "cinnamon shit with pizza" thing. This has spread like a virus through the world of pizza franchises. At first I was very interested and excited by the odd, cinnamon-themed items being rolled out by the likes of Dominoes (dots), Papa John's (some cinnamon crap), and Godfather's Pizza (cinnameatballs). Now that the novelty has worn off, however, I just doubt the whole premise. Pizza is treat enough. You had a treat. You had restaurant pizza. You do not need a gob of buttery dough with cinnamon and sugar halfheartedly tossed onto it so that some douches in a boardroom can feel satisfied that they are competently exploiting the "dessert market".

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Friday, March 02, 2007

Precip.
posted by clake at 4:18 PM (0) comments



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Thursday, March 01, 2007

Severe WX?
posted by clake at 11:39 AM (0) comments

With everyone in an uproar about severe winter weather and ice across Iowa today and into tomorrow, here are some helpful links:

Eastern Iowa radar loop from the National Weather Service

Iowa DOT's road closings/travel information page

Severe weather information from KWWL-TV/Waterloo's website

WHO-TV/Des Moines - I haven't had a chance to take a look at this too closely. It looks like it might be possible that they do a better job of keeping an updated video forcast on their website than any of my local stations do.

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