I have a mind that once it latches onto a puzzle or mystery it doesn’t let go, ever, quitting only when an answer is presented. That doesn’t mean that every second of every day will be spent gnawing the problem, but that problem will resurface in my mind, like debris after a shipwreck, fouling my thought chains at random and often inopportune times.
 Here’s an excellent example. Continue reading
Sunday night was the 100th anniversary of the RMS Titanic disaster and I very nearly gave into the idea of re-watching James Cameron’s Titanic as my Sunday Night Movie, but to do so I would have needed start about 8:00 p.m, because Monday morning comes early enough as it is.
Instead I slipped into the Playstation 3 Ridley Scott’s 1979 masterpiece, Alien. Continue reading
Two weeks ago I went and saw a chiropractor, at my sweetie-wife’s suggestion abut my chronic and severe knee pain. (Some days it would be so bad all I could do would be stay home and ice them.)
Well, I haven’t had any serious flares of pain from my knees in the two weeks since Dr. Mackay  (pronounced Mackai) started treating me. It has been amazing and wonderful. Next weekend, walking around Las vegas will be the acid test.
Here let me get something of my chest; I HATE the term xenomorph as the proper name for the creature featured in the Alien franchise.
Now I fully sympathize with people in that using the word ‘alien’ as a proper name is clumsy to the point of stupidity. Science-fictions, and SF movies are overrun with aliens of ever strip and creed from the Mu-Tants of This Island Earth to Mr. Spock of Star Trek and countless others, so trying call one particular breed of alien, The Alien, make for grammatical suicide. Continue reading
I’m not going to go into details, but my day job today started at a run and stayed at that level all freakin day.
I am bushed. Hopefully I’ll have more for you tomorrow.
So the other night I needed some unwind time and I queued up HULU+ on my big screen T.V. and watched the pilot episode of the single season science-fiction series The Time Tunnel.
The Time Tunnel was created by Irwin Allen, the television producer of such memorable fare such as Lost in Space, Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, and Land of the Giants. Continue reading
Sunday afternoon, after a pleasant trip to the zoo, my sweetie-wife and I went to the movies to catch Wrath of The Titans, a sequel the 2010 remake of Clash of the Titans. Clash of the Titans was a fun popcorn 
romp, with lots of nice fantasy elements strung along a fairly thin father/son plot. I enjoyed it enough to buy the blu-ray when it was released.
Wrath of the Titans is not as good and if you thought that Clash of the Titans suffered from a think plot, brace yourself for the lack of plot that is Wrath of The Titans. Continue reading
So here is the return of my regular feature the Sunday Night Movie post. I very nearly queued up my copy of Village of The Damned, the original not
the boring John Carpenter remake, but at th3e very last moment decided I was in the moody for lighter fare and reached for the musical comedy.
This film has an interesting history. It started way back in 1960 as an extremely low-budget film from the prolific producer/director Roger Corman. Hollywood legend has it that the original film The Little Shop of Horrors was created as part of a bet with Corman and another filmmaker as to who could make a feature film the quickest. (Wikipedia states production was all of two days.) The horror/comedy is best know as the big screen debut of Jack Nicholson as a masochistic dental patient. Continue reading
Thanks to the fantastic work of my chiropractor, me sweetie and I went to the zoo today and I took my camera along. I haven’t taken my camera in ages because even the slight weight of a digital camera seem like a lot when my knees start hobbling me.
Today we walked for more than an hour and I had no knee pain. We left in order to have lunch before seeing a movie. (Review tomorrow)
Here’s what I think is the best pic I took today. It’s a North American Grizzy, though not fully grown.
