Because inflation is at a 17-year high…
Ok, so I have been planning on reading my comics and blogging for the last several hours and even though I am teaching the same course that I did last spring, I found that “one more revision” turned into several hours of this and that. I have been busy. Work at my workplace, followed by working on caulking in the living room, followed by pizza with friends, followed by assembling the trash and removing it, followed by more questions for my students, followed by updating the attendance roles, followed by doing some dishes. This is all by way of explanation. I have not read the paper or examined any blogs on the topic that, by this hour, has already gotten tedious for some: Sarah Palin. Yes, oh joy. I’ll see you at Lolcats in a minute. I just have one thing to say:
I just gotta think that John McCain is crazy like a fox here. He takes the innovative, even progressive, step and chooses a female vice presidential candidate. What happens? An initial press frenzy that takes much of the attention off the Democrats’ convention. Then, lo and behold, it turns out that Palin is damaged goods — makes it impossible for McCain to turn up the heat on a variety of near and dear Republican talking points. What to do? Chuck her. Next week, after even more skeletons fall out of the closet, he tells the nation that “regrettably this is not the time to take a chance with inexperience…good idea, wrong person…blah, blah (I’m not a speech writer, fill it in yourself)… I have decided to choose a man with experience, who puts country over politics, who is a maverick like me, and will do what he thinks is best and not be swayed by opinion polls…blah, blah, blah…I give you Joe Lieberman. This will happen next week if the Republicans are smart. Don’t flock to my blog telling me that Palin was a good choice. It looks like the only notable thing that she has accomplished was setting up a political machine in Wasilla, Alaska — population 5,469. This is just sad. I mean, come on people, the Republican Party is the Party of Nixon, Reagan, Cheney — serious evil with serious forethought. I just don’t think Palin has the horses for this. I am now wondering if this was a plan to make us feel sorry for McCain. Is he going to end up a pathetic Bob Dole figure — a legacy of public service forgotten in a series of Viagra commercials. That’s really sad. Maybe McCain’s a double-agent working for the Democrats to assure the final implosion of the Republican Party. So, anyway, next week Palin is out. If this doesn’t happen it’s just going to be too damn easy (True, nothing is easy for the Democrats these days…) It has to be Lieberman — what screwup told him not to pick Lieberman?
How did I spend Labor Day? I labored slightly and then went to the fire sale at Borders. I have finally full-heartedly launched into the living room renovation project. This has entailed — so far — installing bookshelf brackets, track lighting and, currently, filling all the gaps between the crown molding and the ceiling with caulk and filling the holes in the walls with spackling paste. I keep reiterating to wife and kid that this will be a straightforward project and will proceed and a constant rate until finished. We just finished converting our former dining room into a dance studio, complete with barre and mirror, and it would be easy, considering that classes started last week, to let things slide. We have been cleaning, sanding, caulking, drilling, painting, and cussing all summer and I am getting tired of it all. One can’t argue with the results, however, and I am actually excited about getting the living room done. Right now the piano is under a drop cloth, the ladder is always in the most inopportune spot, and caulk guns and sand paper litter the floor. I should also mention that the constant renovation activity has made our cat into a nervous wreck.
Anyway, I got up this morning after creating “nerdvana” in the wake of last night’s baseball game. Instead of going immediately to bed after coming home (which would have been a good idea…), I decided to test out our new flatscreen TV, realizing that tomorrow I was going to take it off the wall and start work in the living room. “Nerdvana” consisted of watching the titles to Space 1999 Season 1. I am still chagrined that this did not make the top ten in Den of Geek’s best sci-fi show title sequences. Gerry Anderson was well represented, but no Space 1999 — awesome driving beat, explosions, intercut with scenes from “this episode.” Maybe you had to be there. I remember, that unlike Star Trek, which my sister and I had to plead with our parents to watch (We were PBS only kids — that’s why I will give anything that moves on a screen the benefit of the doubt.), Space 1999, because it starred Martin Landau and Barbara Bain. Before we became a PBS-only family (which seems to have corresponded with my birth and which my sister called the golden age — “We watched Laugh In and the Flintstones, then you came along.) my parents watched Mission Impossible — Landau and Bain could do no wrong, although they both admitted that Barbara Bain seemed to have the acting range of a turnip. I really do seem to be losing focus here. This is yet another reason why I have not blogged all that much in the past. Anyway, “nerdvana” commenced with the Space 1999 titles, followed by the teaser sequence to The Spy Who Loved Me — best stunt ever, although on a 32″ LCD Television that dirt and sparkle on our copy was very apparent. I remember loudly deriding anyone who needed yet another remastering of the James Bond films when I heard that they were putting together the Ultimate Editions several years ago. Now, of course, I want them. I thought that dust and scratch removal was the first item on the agenda when remastering. Next, we (yes, I subjected my wife to this…) watched the teaser to The Living Daylights. The Rock of Gibraltar looked more like a back projection than I remembered, although the race down the mountain in a flaming Land Rover held up well. My views on the best James Bond will have to wait for another post. Following the The Living Daylights — “Is that A-ha?” “Uh, yes, yes it is,” we watched the pre-title sequence to Die Another Day (Yes the James Bond titles are getting goofier and goofier — I expect them to use Property of a Lady in a few years). After watching hover craft go bouncing around, my wife admitted that she didn’t remember the fencing scene, so we had to watch it — exciting on the big screen. Finally, “nerdvana” culminated with the car chase from Ronin — perfect. I got up rather late, made the family French toast (using French bread — which really does work better) and then started one of my favorite home renovation activities — caulking. Weee. Around 2:30 I was able to take a break and we went to the Borders which is moving across the street and decided to have a 40% off sale on all of their stock. It was difficult to find a parking space. Since this sale started last week, I was not all that encouraged that we would find any books. I think that most people are not all that interested in what I am interested. I found a collection of non-fiction by Salman Rushdie, Ulysses S. Grant’s Memoirs, the Criterion Edition of The Man Who Fell to Earth, and the Twenty-fifth Anniversary Edition of The Five Doctors (should I be admitting to this? I just know it will be better remastered and the commentaries will be funny and informative and I can use it to put the kid to sleep…) So, an eclectic collection of stuff that I will begin reading in about two minutes, because I have lost steam. I was supposed to talk about my plans for the Olympics — more events for track and field. Back to Lolcats.
Gaahh! The screen on the Eee PC is so small, someone buy me a MacBook!
OK, I realize that my past blogging efforts have always foundered on my inability to figure out why I was blogging and how much to initially tell people about who I am. So, I am merely going to skip over all of that and get right to it since my initial reading audience is likely to be nil. August 31 was a truly beautiful day — clear and sunny, mild temperature. I purchased some tickets to our local minor league team, single-A instructional league, which is winding down its season. We had great seats between home and first and were treated to an almost comeback by the home team in the bottom of the ninth. They had a lot of ground to make up, but with tying runs on base and no outs it seemed like a good possibility. Momentum had definitely shifted and then several pop ups later it was all over. Fans couldn’t be too disappointed — a spectacular fireworks display followed the game.
As the evening twilight was falling, I was reaffirmed in my belief that the combination of baseball and late summer makes for perfection. I was truly happy and relaxed. If only I could tap into that feeling during the rest of the week. I would trade a perfect live baseball game for just about all of the recent Olympic TV coverage. This is an introduction to my next posting’s rant about Olympic coverage and the necessity for a rethink about the Olympics in general and some events in particular. This will need to wait until next time — batteries are dying. I’m typing all of this on an Eee PC 701 that I purchased last spring and I have to say that the battery power on this thing is not all that impressive. How do bloggers sign off? Go read Lolcats now.