O Rly?

“I would call my attorney general in and review every single executive order issued by George Bush and overturn those laws or executive decisions that I feel violate the constitution,” said Obama.

Fucking A.

Review: Indiana Jones

I'm not going to beat around the bush here. It's, like, two o'clock in the morning and I'm writing this while utterly failing to sleep so I'm just going to give you the pros and cons.

Pros: Karen Allen is in it. I'm not sure why this made such a difference to me. Perhaps it brought the whole story around full circle.

Cons: Everything else. The story was awful. The direction was awful. The acting was awful. The visual effects were barely competent. There was too much action for the run time so the pacing was rushed. There was no chemistry between Ford and Allen. The villians were barely one dimensional. Every time they went for campy it came off as just corny. There were at least three, three action sequences that could have been replaced with, oh, I don't know, an actual story. For fuck's sake. Twenty years? Twenty years we waited with these jerkoffs stroking themselves off with "well it has to be the right movie" and "we all have to agree". Are you fucking kidding me? I have never in my life left a movie theatre with a stronger feeling that the people involved really couldn't care less if I was entertained or not, as long as I bought a ticket. Are Lucas and Speilberg really that desperate for cash? Jesus Christ, I would've just sent them twenty bucks and we could've all saved ourselves a lot of trouble.


Two horribly dissapointing stars

Update

My friend S is out of ICU and has been up on his feet walking around the floor at the hospital a couple of times. He's feeling well enough that he wants to know whats happening with the Stanley Cup finals (he's Canadian, eh). Hopefully he'll be home at some point next week. We've lost one of our own though. The motorcycle is getting sold "until the kids are older" he says.

Down

So, SD, DSW and I went for a motorcyle ride on Sunday morning. Up towards The Hutt, out across towards the ocean, brunch and back again. It's a great ride and doesn't take too long. I'm on my 600rr, D is on a 1000rr and S is on a Buell lighting 1200. So we thrash our way out and back and get off the SR1 in Wellington to take Oriental Parade from town to the Eastern Suburbs where we all live. This is usually where D and I leave everyone else behind. I'm used to lane splitting from LA and D is from London. Neither of us are scared by traffic but not everyone is as fearless so we usually end up spread out over the last few minutes. On this particular day, I also had to get home to take the boys back into town to the bolwling lanes for a birthday party. I got home, got my gear off, grabbed the boys and off we went. I had just been out so I knew the traffic was bad so I decided to go back out Oriental Parade to town. It's not nearly as short, but if traffic is backed up through the Mt. Vic tunnel, it can be just as fast. I got about halfway down Oriental Parade and, hey look. there's a crashed motorcycle. I always try to stop to help another motorcyclist out if I can so I started looking for a place to pull over, which is when I noticed the cop, which is right before I thought to my self ... "holy fuck, that's S's motorcycle". Stopped and talked to the cop to find out that he'd been taken to the hospital. Called W who called S's wife with the bad news.

Long story short. He's out of surgery, still in ICU. All the limbs are moving but he's got several impact/deceleration injuries including 7 broken ribs, fractured T5-T7 and a lung contusion. He'll have some titanium rods in his spine for 6-18 months. He doesn't remember what happened. "For fuck's sake, I was taking it easy" he said. He's a competent rider and he really was taking it easier than everyone else. D and I went back later to the crash site after we left the ER, and we couldn't for the life of us figure out what happened. I'm convinced that it was a total freak accident. I don't think that he could've been going more than 30 or 35 kph. I got run over by a car going faster than that and I got up and walked away. We all wear the gear ... just a total freak accident.

So ... you can pray, if that kind of thing does it for you, or at the very least think some good thoughts for S and his family.

Shipment

Many thanks to the HumanTeam, who were kind enough to receive and ship a bunch of stuff to us. Including a blu-ray player, that also just happens to be a PS3 which is still just about the best blu-ray player you can get, a battery charger for our pocket cam that we haven't been able to take pictures with for four months because we lost the battery charger, which, I guarantee, I will find any day now that I actually bought a replacement and a 802.11n PCMCIA card for my powerbook which is letting me post this from in bed, as opposed to the powerbook's built in AirPort that seems to have a range of about five feet if you're lucky enough to have line-of-sight from the laptop to the wireless router and, of all things, some women's deodorant that, from what I understand, you can't get in New Zealand. Yes you can get women's deodorant in New Zealand, you can't get that particular brand in New Zealand. Of course HumanTeam was not satisfied with labeling the PS3 as a "used computer game" to try and deter customs from opening the package and charging me sales tax on the stuff I was importing. They marked the deodorant as "tampons". Brilliant!

Time

I don't know how often people visit this blog, but when I post about stuff, I try to set the post time on the day that it happens, which means that occasionally new posts will pop up between posts that you might have already read. It really does happen only very occasionally, like that Iron Man review right down there under the moron from Texas that can't spell official.

Hair

So, RJ, got a haircut. The only problem was the lady who cut his hair must have been a total moron. He said he wanted to keep it long, below the collar. It's ... uhh ... not. It's really short. Not that it's a bad haircut or anything, he looks pretty good, added a couple years. It's just not the haircut that he wanted. He's pretty gutted. I told him at least he doesn't have to get it cut again for another eighteen months.

It's official

This guy's a dumbass. What do you expect from Texas?





Don't get me wrong, as someone who's been an immigrant elsewhere I'm really for immigration reform in the US. It's completely broken and absurd. I think it's the one 'wedge issue' that is actually a real problem, but most likely not for the same reasons that the mouth-breathing trailer-dwelling proletariat might think. It's a race to the bottom economically. It doesn't get fixed because it's all about cheap labor. Most things are.

Review: Iron Man

I like the comic book movies, even when I don't know, or don't follow the comic. I know that I'm going to get a lot of the things that I like to see in movies. Action, Good vs Evil, action, flawed heroes, action. This movie does not disappoint. Now I never followed the Iron Man comic. Xmen was always more my speed in the Marvel universe so when I first started seeing the trailers for this movie, I must say that I was not impressed. Guy in a suit? Flies around? Hello, that movie was called The Rocketeer and it came out like 46 years ago. I figured that it would get a pass. A funny thing happened. As it got closer and closer to the release date of the movie, the trailers got better and better and better. Before you know it I was pretty interested in at least giving it a shot. So Sunday rolled around and we put it to a vote and everyone seemed interested in seeing it. So off the STFU&GBTW clan goes to the Island Bay Cinema, a nifty little boutique/cafe movie theater in, of all places, Island Bay. The ratings were M (PG-13 for you Yanks) for "mild violence", W and I were hoping that we weren't taking everyone to some blood soaked gore fest masquerading as a friendly comic book movie.

We need not have worried, there's some "horrors of war" in the opening sequence, but it's played pretty subtly. Our hero is also a serial womanizer and that's played very low key as well. None of that, however, really has anything to do with how much ass this movie kicked and I'm here to tell you my friends, it was a considerable amount. "Why?" you ask because you're lame and haven't seen it yet. "Why is it so good?". Well, I will tell you. Was it beacuse of the awesome plot? No. The plot was typical comic book movie good but not great. Was it because of the fantastic visual effects. Yes they were fantastic, but no. Was it Jon Farveau's brilliant direction? NO. I will tell you why. I will tell you in three little words. This movie was awesome because of Robert ... Downey ... Jr. He was just flat out awesome. He made the movie great. If you don't see this movie, then you hate America. The kids all loved it. You must see this movie.

PS. I don't mean to nit pick, but I'm from SoCal so I'm afraid I must. When a billionaire industrialist super-genius gets home from spending three months in a cave in Af-fucking-ghanistan and says that he wants two things, first an American cheeseburger and second, a press conference does he get out of the limo at the press conference with a BK bag in one hand and a Whopper in the other? No! Fucking product placement. Fucking In-And-Out. IN-AND-OUT god damnit. He would go to fucking In-And-Out a get a double double. BK my ass. Minature fusion reactors in his chest, that I can believe, but no In-And-Out? it strains credibility and completely blew my suspension of disbelief, but still, I gotta give it ...



Five Ass Kicking Stars

Single

Things like this are the reason it's probably best that I didn't make any money until after I got married.

DVD projector

Quiz

Can you get 100%? I bet you can't. I missed one. I should be fired.

Fake or Photo

Race

oh, and BTW. If you don't support Obama then you hate America. Why do you hate America?