I am working my way through the first two DVDs of Heroes, Season 1. While the cast members are all very pretty, Hiro is basically the reason I’ll continue to watch. Though, Mohinder has such an awesome speaking voice, it makes absolutely everything he says sound important.
A man came and flattened a decent sized section of our backyard yesterday. Hopefully, I’ll get some time to do something to make it playable soon, not that a big patch of mud hasn’t already been demonstrated as playable by RocketBoy.
Because I am a very stupid man, I thought it would be a good idea to install an extra hard drive to use as a quick, medium-safe backup in my (recently rehabilitated) lab computer. But in a nice example of irony, I managed to format my main drive that I had just finished installing everything to. I managed to lose a little bit of data and a month’s worth of emails, maybe, and of course hours of install/setup time. I’ll finish surveying and repairing the damage as time allows.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I went to see Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris1 at the Alliance this week. It’s a musical review of Jacques Brel’s works, songs about love, death and war. Also, how women compared to dogs.
I had hoped to write my first ever review on TheaterReview.com, having no connection to the show whatsoever, a first in a long while. But I feel unequal to the task… I have little context to understand the significance, and the music is not particularly my music. I’d not heard of a single song before. It was well performed. I think. I’m not musically astute enough to know, actually. They may have been so off key as to not be able to see the key from where they were, but I’ve no way of knowing and it sounded fine to me.
1 He is not anymore.