Friday, September 20, 2002
"Oh darn."
Firefly: a couple laugh out loud moments and potential for interesting character interactions as things develop. Not as much as I'd hoped for, not a bust either. The biggest disappointment was the action sequences, particularly the fights. There was no energy to them. I don't need Matrix-y special effects or Jet Li-style fighting (Yuen Woo Ping's way isn't the only way) ... but the bar's been raised and those fights look like they were choreographed and filmed by the crew from Everybody Loves Raymond. I'll keep watching it with the expectation that it'll be lucky to last a full season. I'm guessing a bunch of folks were underwhelmed the by the opening bar brawl and didn't stick around for the whole thing. Just a hunch.
Joe Dirt, Jr.: "He flicked us off ... he got what he deserved."
Shirtless thugs attack 54 year old Royals' first base coach during game. There should be zero tolerance for fans running on the field, even if it's just what looks like a solo drunk clown trying to get some attention. If you run on the field, you should be fair game. Gamboa's lucky he didn't get stabbed.
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
More on fantasy worldviews...
Primetime tapped a nerve with his earlier posts on the fantasy worldview of Osama and the Shrub's ilk. Here's more documentation: the deranged writing of the "chicken-hawks" that populate conservative think-tanks. But, people love Shrub's foreign policy. It's another perception/reality disconnect.
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Sunday, September 15, 2002
Fenway Rocks
You know sometimes things just go your way and you have an awesome day? Today was like that. Went up to Fenway with Tif and another couple and watched the Red Sox win as Manny homered twice and Lowe pitched well. We had good seats just a few rows back from the right field fence beyond the foul pole. Jackie Chan (!) threw out the first pitch ... I had no idea he was going to be there ... and I got a Jackie Face On A Stick. Drank tons of beer, ate sausages, and peanuts, and ice cream, then had more beer. It was gorgeous weather for the game and I got some good snapshots on Mega's digicam. Tif reminds me I should also be bragging about how my girl bought me a new hat, one of the caps with Ted Williams's number 9 on the front. It's sweet.
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