I’m having a scatterbrained couple of days.
Yesterday, I ran out of gas and Stacey had to come rescue me.
Today, I’ve managed to lock my keys in the car.
Where is public transportation when I need it?
Post Left Behind
The other item I forgot to post about in the post round-up yesterday was that I saw Jelly’s Last Jam on Sunday.
It was the best musical about a racist, philandering megalomaniac I’ve seen all year.
RSS’d
I had a few free moments at the end of the work day Friday, and decided to
play around with RSS and XML.
The end result of which is, if you are interested, you can now get a
syndication feed of TheaterReview.com by adding theaterreview to your
friends list.
Whenever anyone posts a new review, it should pop up.
So, all the reviews of Kudzu Playhouse and OnStage Atlanta you could ever
want… for free!
Easy come, easy go.
It’s that time of year.
Taxes paid.
Rocket Jr’s Coverdell Savings Account funded.
Life and auto insurance policies taken care of.
Anybody else want a multi-thousand dollar check written while I’m on a
streak?1
1 The answer is no.
Found Footage Festival
My friend Josh emailed me to point out that the Found Footage Festival was
going to be in Atlanta this Friday. He gave it a rave as the funniest
hour of video ever. Apparently, this stuff was collected and edited by
two Onion writers who provide MSTK-style live commentary throughout.
For your Friday night:
http://www.cine-magic.com/FFF/fff_screen.htm
Entrepreneur
Rocket, Jr. just offered to sell me a water color painting he’s making.
But only after it’s dry.
Posit: Theme Song
Here’s an unofficial poll for everyone:
You are in a movie about yourself starring yourself.
What’s the theme song they play whenever you appear on screen, your
personal “Axel F”?
agree.
I haven’t figured mine out yet.
1 She says not because she is built like a brick sh*t
house, just because she likes the song. I think she’s built like a brick
sh*t house, but either way.
Book Log – ‘Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!’
“Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!” (Adventures of a Curious
Character) by Richard P. Feynman
Delightful book. Stories from a wacky Manhattan Project physicist.
In the beginning I was sort of non-plussed… early stories from his
childhood that were not so amazing because they were comparable to stories
I or people I know could tell. Ho-hum, I ain’t no brilliant physicist.
But people I respect highly recommended this book, so…
Later he emerges as an amazing man who got himself into interesting
adventures, largely through extreme curiosity and bravado and often with
famous historical figures.
Also, a womanizer. There’s something darkly funny about a brilliant
physicist who expends a lot of energy trying to score with show girls
(and, by his account, succeeding).
Highly recommended for just about anyone.
Currently Reading:
The Best American Essays 2003
Putting the Gene in Genealogy
The next time I get a spare $99, I’m going to buy the kit from the
National Geographic “The Genographic Project” to find out where my way-back ancestors hailed from.
I would think it’s a critical part of any genealogical efforts. And cool besides.
Scandal, Names & Firefly
Detoxing after tonight’s Scandal!… it was a good one. If I had my doubts about the sustainability of Chris Blair playing Ted Nugent, they were certainly quelled after the first scene.
Apropos of nothing… names.
My brother’s full name is Justin Ray Lucas. My full name is Ryan Jay (Colosa) Lucas. My parents thought the Jay/Ray thing was neat.
I have decided that my next child should have a middle name that starts with a D. First one who can tell me why wins a valuable No Prize1.
On the way to Scandal! and back, I listened to The Signal podcast… a fan podcast about Serenity/Firefly. Some people have too much time on their hands. Including me, because I found myself fascinated, especially in the analysis of the timeline… calculating when things happened based on lines from the movies and tv shows. Mal is 50! Who knew?
1There was a comic book I used to read… Flash? Fantastic Four? Don’t remember. Anyway, in the letters section, if a reader could point out an error in a comic, they would win a valuable No Prize. Which was, essentially, no prize. But it was an official No Prize.