T minues 1 week and More People From My Neighborhood

From the guy who brought you The Dump email…

“Sounds like the cure is worse than the solution.”
-My soon to be ex-boss

Also, please welcome another blast from the past, !
She’s one of those jazz-singing/OBGYN doctor/mother of twins that are all
the rage these days.

was a freshman when I was a junior in high school
and had the good sense to stay in the Cincinnati area so she could have
access to Skyline Chili. There were probably some other reasons, but
that’s the one that sticks in my mind.

Her blog on the joys and sorrows of raising a pair of twins can be found
at http://www.xanga.com/hilkoh, but I sucked her into LJ so she could
comment without being anonymous.

People in my Neighborhood

There are people on my friends list that have known me a pretty good
amount of time.

goes back to late 1997.

, , and go back further, to early 1997.

beats them handily, going back to 1989.

But now, everyone please welcome someone from the High School Years, . I think she goes back to 1986 or 1987, when she was our favorite waitress at the Fairfield Friendly’s Ice Cream Shoppe. Also, she was a fellow class of ’89er, but that pales in comparison to her ability to bring me a Jim Dandy and later play opposite me in Harvey.

Welcome, Mare!

Consumed and Cars

I’ve been fairly Consumed with Important Things of late.

But, by far the most important is that weeRocket, and I went to see Pixar’s newest, Cars.

I had heard the reviews were bad, that the kids’ll like it, but it will fall flat for the adults. I had heard rumors that it was going to be Pixar’s first flop. I wouldn’t have faulted Pixar for it. Everyone stumbles.

The plot looked weak, basically a remake of Doc Hollywood except with cars.

But the fact of the matter is… I thought it rocked. I laughed out loud a lot. I even teared up at the end. And I have little interest in cars or car racing.

The thing I should’ve realized is that none of the Pixar plots are really revolutionary. It’s all in how they tell the story.

And man, they can tell a story.

unfill houses

Someday, I would really like to live in something like a Tumbleweed Tiny
House
.

Wouldn’t it be awesome, in my neighborhood of knock-em-down developers
building McMansions, to knock down our ranch and put up a tiny, tiny 100
square foot house? I would love that.

Like a gas, I think our stuff expands to fill the space we’ve got. The
reverse could be true in a tiny house… paring down to the bare
essentials. Simplify, simplify, simplify.

I want one made of stone.

Slandering The Wild

Okay, I’m just appalled at how people have dissed the movie The Wild by saying it’s basically the same as Madagascar. I’m here to set the record straight.

They are very different movies. To wit:

The Wild (TW) doesn’t have a zebra, a hippo, a lion and a giraffe as the main cast. It has a Koala, a snake, a squirrel, a lion and a giraffe.

In M, the zebra longs for the wild. In TW, it is a lion.

In M, a lion figures out how to steer a boat bound for the wild. In M, it is a penguin.

In M, when they are first wandering through the wilderness, the lion steps on a thorned vine. In TW, it is the koala.

In M, the group encounters a group of dancing Lemurs who have a secret agenda that involves the lion. In TW, the group encounters a group of dancing wildebeasts who have a secret agenda that involves the lion.

The wildebeasts are choreographed, the lemurs dance freeform.

In the Madagascar christmas short, the heroes are terrorized by a poofy, white, bloodthirsty poodle in a New York apartment. In The Wild, the heroes are terrorized by a poofy, white, bloodthirsty poodle in a New York alley.

In Madagascar, the heroes are aided by psychotic penguins who believe themselves to be secret agents. In The Wild, our heroes are aided by psychotic chameleons who believe themselves to be secret agents.

So, there you go. Completely different.

Well, the animation in The Wild is more realistic. There’s that, too.

Oh, Garry.

Why did he have to do this strip? Now I’m just disappointed in Alex, because she spouts utter gibberish.

http://www.doonesbury.com/strip/dailydose/index.html

Are we supposed to be impressed that she outsmarted two M.I.T. faculty? Or bewildered that she’s not making sense?

Doonesbury needs a Technical Advisor.