It was the only the second time in Joe Torre’s eight-year tenure as Yankees’ manager that New York surrendered an extra-inning run in the postseason, and the first time they had lost an extra-inning World Series game since 1964.
I AM NOT SCREAMING. IT’S INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY. SO, BITE ME!!!
[ VIA BRIAN KANE ]
It’s time for another edition of the Carnival. This time it’s courtesy of Eric Berlin.
Perfect timing! I got the instructions for How to Make a “Christmas Story” Lamp from Grump just in time to make one for the wife for Christmas. Shhhh! Don’t spoil the surprise!
Extreme Geekiness:
When I got to this point, I found I had about a dozen tasks and sub-tasks, and it wasn’t clear in which order they needed to be performed.
So I wrote a Makefile with targets such as “drill-toe-holes” and “attach-stocking”, with appropriate dependencies between them, and let make figure out in which order to do things.
“Extreme Geekiness”? Ya think?
Courtesy of Sgt. Grump, it’s The 2003 Dumb-Ass Corporate Lawsuit Awards. Featuring an all-star cast, including:
Makes you proud to be uh ‘merican.
Finally got out to see Kill Bill on Saturday night. What I saw was anime come to life… the part that wasn’t actual anime, of course. Tarantino has combined the more over-the-top elements of graphic novels (characters bleed… a lot) with 70’s B-movie staples like spaghetti westerns, blacksploitation films and Bruce Lee kung fu movies to create a strange little piece that sometimes doesn’t quite know if it’s a parody or not. The movie veers from Airplane-style sight gags (Darryl Hannah’s eyepatch, samurai sword holsters everywhere) to gruesome revenge (just everybody lose a limb why don’tcha?) back to playful dialog (silly rabbit…) without blinking. It’s even got a Jedi… er… Samurai master. I half expected David Carradine to pop up and call Uma Thurman “grasshopper”. (Oh, yeah, he’s in it, too.)
Uma is great as the heroine–alternately monikered “The Bride” or an annoying beeping noise. She slices and dices and makes thousands and thousands of julienne fries out of her enemies, kicking major butt. There’s nothing phony about her moves (other than, of course, the intentionally phony, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon ones). And she brings just the right combination of serious kickass and raised eyebrows to the role. The rest of the cast is pretty good, too–especially Lucy Liu as Japanese crime lord, O-Ren Ishii. Darryl Hannah’s small role is a hoot. And Vivica Fox and Michael Parks make the most out of their screen time, as well.
I really liked the music and most of the direction, though it seemed a tad long, and some of the lengthy closeups got tedious after awhile. I don’t think it was necessary to split the thing into two parts (this is only the beginning), but that’s hard to say without knowing what’s coming next.
Overall, I’d give it a decent score, though it’s not for everyone. The Mrs. despised it, other than the actual comic-book section and some of the humor. She got the gushing blood joke after the first 40 or so victims and really didn’t need to see anymore. And I can see her point. But I can still say that I’m looking forward to the second act of this little play.
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Well, one of the few reasons we are ever tempted to move back to Maine was eliminated yesterday afternoon. We finally found a way to get into Boston’s Fish House. No more longing for a lobster roll, haddock, fried clams or scallops. There they are, just about 20 minutes from home (as long as we don’t mind being there right at 4pm or standing in an incredibly long line).
Mrs. Rasreth had broiled haddock, and I thought she was going to cry. It’s not that the seafood down here sucks, it’s just different. I love catfish and red fish and mahi mahi, but it’s just not the same as a big plate of artery-choking fried onion rings, scallops, clams and cod with a bit of cole slaw and fries on the side, served on paper plates at a picnic table. (Yes, the diet was forgotten for one day.) It’s a little more expensive than going down to Penobscot and getting a basket from a drive-up window, and it’s no Weathervane, but considering the circumstances, it’s wicked good. And dangerously close to home…
Went to see Runaway Jury last night. Not the greatest movie ever, but pretty darn good. I really wanted to see it because all of the marquees had it abbreviated as “Runaway Ju”. I thought it was about Jill.
Pepperkat: I love Milk Duds!
Friend of Pepperkat: But what are Milk Duds, actually?
Pepperkat: Duh. They’re milk… in dud form.
I missed Melissa’s birthday. Inconceivable!
Bill has been silenced! As is Zuly!! (I’m sure it’s only temporarily so. At least, I hope so.)
I need to change my Aortal site. Kat’s been loved long enough.
I completely missed Buzz’s Blog It Forward day. And I even got mentioned on Bloggie Broad’s list! She, by the way, had a wonderful idea to put up a site that would consolidate all the blogger charities into a one stop giving place. I volunteered to help/host/write/whatever, but haven’t gotten off my lazy butt, yet. Anyone else up for it?
My new comment spam shield is going up. Thank you, Jay Allen!
Sign the Million for Marriage Petition, so some of my friends can stop living in sin!
The Dialect Survey is done. So, people can stop arguing about whether it’s ONT or ANT or POP vs SODA. Though, I really do like this site on the subject.
The article in Electronic Gaming Monthly called Child’s Play (where they expose a panel of 10-13 year olds to classic video games like Pong and Tetris), is a blatant attempt to make me feel old. Instead, it just makes me hate kids. Nyah!
Thunderbird rawks for it’s spam filters. Took me 2 or 3 days to train it, but now I get 100 messages sent to my Junk folder instead of my Inbox. Progress.
I won $40 playing video black jack in Vegas, baybee!
Must. See. Kill. Bill. Tonight.
There is a great difference in the reaction to the inevitable losses by the Cubs and Sox. Cubs fans were devastated. They don’t get a chance to blow it very often. For Sox fans it was routine.
Rookies.
(I’m trying to hide my devastation behind a veneer of New England stoicism. Another trait of the pathetic Sox fan.)
I never rooted for either of my “home” teams down here. The Devil Rays are way too awful with a way-too-awful stadium. And the Marlins pissed me off by selling the team after the ’97 World Series win. In fact, most people around here are Braves fans. (Actually, most people around here are football fans, if anything. I can’t stand the Braves. They’re the Yankees of the South.) So, I didn’t pay much attention to the Marlins this year until they made the playoffs. What I saw was an awesome, energetic team with great speed, defense and pitching. If they hadn’t been trying to mess up Armageddon, I would have been pulling for them all the way. As of now, they’re the last best hope to put down the Evil Empire.
