We just watched Christian Slater's new television show, "My Own Worst Enemy". Way cool. It's not just a Jekyl and Hyde thing, which is pretty cool. It's like watching two brothers work out some of their sibling rivalry issues, but never being able to meet. Imagine having an evil twin, in your own body.
Edward is a cold-blooded assassin. His deep cover identity is Henry, a really mild mannered suburban family man. The problem is, Henry doesn't know that he is really Edward. Edward kind of knows about Henry, but doesn't have direct access to his memories. Edward chose to split his personality approximately nineteen years before the show begins. Unfortunately, something happens to break down the walls. Edward and Henry start to randomly 'wake up' at the most inconvenient times for both of their lives. Since Edward knows about Henry, he can kind of fake being a boring suburbanite. Unfortunately, Henry has no idea about Edward and no desire to fake being a super secret agent.
Henry is nearly killed a couple of times. The agency that Edward works for tries to reprogram Henry so that things go back to the controlled 'on off' personality switching that they orchestrated previously. However, Edward sneaks off a DVD recording to Henry cluing him in about some bad guys that are going to try to kill him. Henry manages to kill them first, thanks to Edward's coaching.
Confused yet? It's a lot of fun to watch. At one point Henry is in Edward's apartment and decides to take one of Edward's sports cars for a ride. During the ride he becomes Edward. Edward ends up at Henry's house and has amazingly (unusual for Henry) sex with Henry's wife. In the morning, Henry's wife thanks him for the hot sex, which he does not remember. After his wife leaves, he reads a note that Edward wrote on his hand telling him "Don't touch my car again." Henry then realizes that Edward slept with his wife the night before, "That bastard slept with my wife!" Wicked funny.
Highly recommended!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Solo adventuring
Yesterday, my church group sponsored a trip to Beech Hill Farm, west of Concord, NH. There were animals to commune with, some crafts and antiques to ogle, corn mazes to get lost in, and ice cream to eat.
Afterwards, I swung by the Mill Brook Gallery's outdoor sculpture garden. Really cool.
I went on my own. I probably could have cajoled husband and son to come along, but I would have had less fun dragging them around. Click on either picture to see more from each diversion.
Afterwards, I swung by the Mill Brook Gallery's outdoor sculpture garden. Really cool.
I went on my own. I probably could have cajoled husband and son to come along, but I would have had less fun dragging them around. Click on either picture to see more from each diversion.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Early Halloween: The Best of Marilyn Manson
I'm not really a true Marilyn Manson fan. However, he has done some intriguing covers of a number of songs. Recently, he contributed to a tribute to the movie "A Nightmare Before Christmas", adding yet another excellent cover to the musical history books. I realized that I finally had collected enough Marilyn Manson songs to make my own 'Best of' album. Not all of the songs are covers. Two are from The Matrix movies, one is in the previews to "Max Payne". Here's the playlist:
1. Down in the Park (cover)
2. This is Halloween (cover)
3. Tainted Love (cover)
4. Personal Jesus (cover)
5. Rock Is Dead (The Matrix)
6. This Is the New Shit (The Matrix Reloaded)
7. If I was your Vampire (Max Payne)
8. Sweet Dreams (cover)
9. The Beautiful People
10. Heart-Shaped Glasses
11. Disposable Teens
12. Use Your Fist
Just in time for Halloween!
1. Down in the Park (cover)
2. This is Halloween (cover)
3. Tainted Love (cover)
4. Personal Jesus (cover)
5. Rock Is Dead (The Matrix)
6. This Is the New Shit (The Matrix Reloaded)
7. If I was your Vampire (Max Payne)
8. Sweet Dreams (cover)
9. The Beautiful People
10. Heart-Shaped Glasses
11. Disposable Teens
12. Use Your Fist
Just in time for Halloween!
Avoid sending embarassing emails
Google has a feature that requires you to answer some simple math questions before it will send any email that you compose (typically on a Friday or Saturday night). In theory, if your sober enough to answer the math questions you're less likely to send an embarassing email that you'd later regret.
Sadly, my math skills are usually quite good when I've been drinking. At the point that they decline, I've usually lost the ability to type too. (grin)
Sadly, my math skills are usually quite good when I've been drinking. At the point that they decline, I've usually lost the ability to type too. (grin)
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Why are teenagers compelled to lie?
My son and I have been getting along pretty well recently. I was feeling pretty glib about the situation. Bad idea. The Fates notice that kind of thing.
This afternoon, Grendel called me to tell me that he was home from school. I asked about homework. Then I asked him to do a couple of things (really minor things) that would have taken him less than five minutes. He did one: he got the mail. He didn't do the other: rinse out the pots in the sink. The third thing I asked him to do was to call the Red Cross to arrange for his final test for his life saving certification.
When I got home, I noted the pots in the sink. I mentioned it to him. I then asked him if he'd had dinner. He said 'yes'. So, I asked him what he had. He said an apple, something else, and a little bit of pasta.
Grendel had a meeting at school this evening. He needed to be there by 6pm. At 5:25 I yelled for him to come downstairs. He came downstairs and looked confused. I reminded him that he had a meeting at school. I told him that if he didn't want to go, to let me know so I could get comfortable for the evening. He immediately started putting on his shoes.
I had been harboring a suspicion of late that Grendel has not being putting in his contact lens. He asked to switch to a contact because he didn't like wearing glasses. This was over a year ago. However, nearly half the time we've checked he hasn't had his contact in his eye. So, tonight I decided to do a spot check starting with "Where's your contact case". Grendel pats his pockets and then goes over to his backpack and immediately riffles through every pocket. Finally, he comes back with his back-up contact case and starts putting fluid in it in preparation for tonight's removal of the contact from his eye.
My suspicion increases. "Let me see your eye" He holds his face close and looks up so I can look in his eye to see the contact in his eye. No contact. He starts poking around in his eye and acts shocked and annoyed that the contact is not in his eye. I start out the door, but don't say anything else just yet.
In the car, I asked him if he called the Red Cross. He said 'yes'. I asked how the call went. He said he had to leave another message telling them that he needed to arrange the final test.
A few minutes later, I realized that there had been no pot for cooking pasta when I'd cleaned the kitchen before we left. I asked him how he had cooked his pasta, pointing out that I hadn't seen a pot in the kitchen when I cleaned it (the mess he was supposed to have cleaned). He said he had used the microwave. (uh huh) I asked him 'How long did you have to cook the pasta in the microwave to get it done?' 'I don't remember.' Then I asked him 'What bowl did you use to cook it?' He got irritated and asked me why it mattered. I said that it really didn't matter to me if he ate dinner or not, that it was his stomach that would be hungry during his three hour meeting if he hadn't eaten enough.
I then proceeded to lecture him about the contact and how some states won't let people drive without glasses if they are as blind as he is in his right eye without glasses. And, if they get caught driving without the proscribed glasses that they can lose their driver's license. I also told him that the Service academies will accept candidates with correctable vision, but that if he didn't wear his contact on a regular basis that his right eye wouldn't be able to muster the strenght to pass a vision test when push came to shove.
We did not exchange another word. I dropped him off in silence.
When I came home, I checked our land line and his cell phone records. He had not called the Red Cross like he said that he did. So, he didn't clean the kitchen and then he lied to me three times in the course of an hour (dinner, contact, Red Cross call).
None of these were Earth-shattering issues. Had he said that he 'forgot' on the call, I would have been irritated but not nearly as pissed as I am right now. On the dinner thing, I really don't care if he wants to walk around hungry; that's his problem. As for the contact thing, if he doesn't get it, I can't do a damned thing about that.
I really despise being lied to over things that it's easy for me to figure out that I've been lied to about. It makes me feel like the person lying to me has no respect for me, that they think I'm stupid.
I told my husband that he will be the one picking up my son after his meeting this evening. I have no desire to lay eyes on him at this point. It may seem like a trivial thing, but lying is a pet peeve of mine. I don't know why he feels so compelled to do it.
This afternoon, Grendel called me to tell me that he was home from school. I asked about homework. Then I asked him to do a couple of things (really minor things) that would have taken him less than five minutes. He did one: he got the mail. He didn't do the other: rinse out the pots in the sink. The third thing I asked him to do was to call the Red Cross to arrange for his final test for his life saving certification.
When I got home, I noted the pots in the sink. I mentioned it to him. I then asked him if he'd had dinner. He said 'yes'. So, I asked him what he had. He said an apple, something else, and a little bit of pasta.
Grendel had a meeting at school this evening. He needed to be there by 6pm. At 5:25 I yelled for him to come downstairs. He came downstairs and looked confused. I reminded him that he had a meeting at school. I told him that if he didn't want to go, to let me know so I could get comfortable for the evening. He immediately started putting on his shoes.
I had been harboring a suspicion of late that Grendel has not being putting in his contact lens. He asked to switch to a contact because he didn't like wearing glasses. This was over a year ago. However, nearly half the time we've checked he hasn't had his contact in his eye. So, tonight I decided to do a spot check starting with "Where's your contact case". Grendel pats his pockets and then goes over to his backpack and immediately riffles through every pocket. Finally, he comes back with his back-up contact case and starts putting fluid in it in preparation for tonight's removal of the contact from his eye.
My suspicion increases. "Let me see your eye" He holds his face close and looks up so I can look in his eye to see the contact in his eye. No contact. He starts poking around in his eye and acts shocked and annoyed that the contact is not in his eye. I start out the door, but don't say anything else just yet.
In the car, I asked him if he called the Red Cross. He said 'yes'. I asked how the call went. He said he had to leave another message telling them that he needed to arrange the final test.
A few minutes later, I realized that there had been no pot for cooking pasta when I'd cleaned the kitchen before we left. I asked him how he had cooked his pasta, pointing out that I hadn't seen a pot in the kitchen when I cleaned it (the mess he was supposed to have cleaned). He said he had used the microwave. (uh huh) I asked him 'How long did you have to cook the pasta in the microwave to get it done?' 'I don't remember.' Then I asked him 'What bowl did you use to cook it?' He got irritated and asked me why it mattered. I said that it really didn't matter to me if he ate dinner or not, that it was his stomach that would be hungry during his three hour meeting if he hadn't eaten enough.
I then proceeded to lecture him about the contact and how some states won't let people drive without glasses if they are as blind as he is in his right eye without glasses. And, if they get caught driving without the proscribed glasses that they can lose their driver's license. I also told him that the Service academies will accept candidates with correctable vision, but that if he didn't wear his contact on a regular basis that his right eye wouldn't be able to muster the strenght to pass a vision test when push came to shove.
We did not exchange another word. I dropped him off in silence.
When I came home, I checked our land line and his cell phone records. He had not called the Red Cross like he said that he did. So, he didn't clean the kitchen and then he lied to me three times in the course of an hour (dinner, contact, Red Cross call).
None of these were Earth-shattering issues. Had he said that he 'forgot' on the call, I would have been irritated but not nearly as pissed as I am right now. On the dinner thing, I really don't care if he wants to walk around hungry; that's his problem. As for the contact thing, if he doesn't get it, I can't do a damned thing about that.
I really despise being lied to over things that it's easy for me to figure out that I've been lied to about. It makes me feel like the person lying to me has no respect for me, that they think I'm stupid.
I told my husband that he will be the one picking up my son after his meeting this evening. I have no desire to lay eyes on him at this point. It may seem like a trivial thing, but lying is a pet peeve of mine. I don't know why he feels so compelled to do it.
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