Face It: Computers Can’t Replace Cops

Remember the hullabaloo over the face-recognition software put in place to catch criminals at the 2001 Super Bowl and then permanently in Ybor City? Turns out that after all the demands to remove it based on privacy fears, instead Tampa unplugged the camera software because it didn’t work. Scorecard after two years: Zero arrests and zero positive ID’s. The 36 cameras will stay, because the live humans that monitor them have been able to spot fights and drug deals and such.

[ via Dragonleg ]

[Grooving to: Der Fuehrer’s Face by Spike Jones]
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Wabbit Season! Duck Season! Football Season?

I guess, it must be football season, since the office pool is getting organized. And would ya take a look at the shape of this week’s Carnival of the Vanities?

Apparently, I’m a Kicker: “Weird little guys–but essential to the game.” Heh.

[Grooving to: Positively 4Th Street by Bob Dylan]
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Whew! I thought it was the movies that stunk…

Cape Times – Hollywood finds itself at the mercy of cellphone-toting teenagers

According to movie executives, it’s not the fact that the movies suck that’s causing people to stop watching them. It’s those damned kids and their cell phones.

See, since all these kids have cell phones this year (which, apparently, they didn’t have last year), they’re sitting in the theater calling their friends on the outside and warning them away from the crapfest. Why all their friends are standing outside the theater while they suffer through The Hulk is not explained. Perhaps it’s some sort of gang initiation.

“Timmy, in order to hang with us, dude, you gotta sit through Charlie’s Angels. And we mean all of it! No skipping out half-way. Here! Take this cell phone and do an Ebert for us. We can’t read.”

Yeah. That’s the ticket. So to speak…

[Grooving to: Dead Flowers by Revolver]

[ via Sgt. Grump ]

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Dirty Secrets

Thanks to the ever-glorious and wondermous brandelion, you get to see my embarrassing Top 5 Guilty Pleasure Songs. Because if I didn’t blog it, she’d just go blab it to the whole Internet. She’s like that ya know.

Please, note that I do not actually own any of these songs! Though I believe we actually played one of them in an early stage of Revolver’s development…

Shoot me now.

  1. “If” by Bread
  2. “I’ve Gotta Get A Message To You” by The Bee Gees
  3. “Dancing Queen” by Abba
  4. “The Kid is Hot Tonight” by Loverboy
  5. “Rainy Days and Mondays” by The Carpenters

Well… I showed you mine…

[Grooving to: Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by Ella Fitzgerald]
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Like a Hurricane…errr…Tornado!

Late getting the ol’ PC fired up. We had us a good ol’ tornado warning tonight.

I just love those. Don’t you?

[Grooving to: Like A Hurricane by Neil Young]
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Pre-coffee Ramble

Just because I didn’t blog yesterday, it doesn’t mean I wasn’t chained to the computer all weekend. Au contraire mon frere with the thong underwear!

Mostly, I spent a ton of time getting ready for the 2004 season of Solonor’s Groovy Computer Baseball League. There are four new team owners for this run, along with new rules and stuff, plus 9 of us actually own the game. (Where’s my commission check OOTP?) And, ya know what? I’m finding that way more fun than running around trying to make sure I keep up with everyone’s blog life and what today’s frickin’ blog war is all about. I’m a bad blogizen, I guess. Sorry.

With that in mind, I decided to see if I could chop down the amount of time it takes me to read blogs. So, I went through my whole blogroll, updated URL’s, chopped away the dead wood, and put a bunch of them into my trial copy of NewsGator. It brings all the blogs into Outlook, so I can read them with my e-mail, plus it has a nice little “here’s the x most recent stories” thing that I like. I’ve still got NewzCrawler, but it didn’t seem like I was using it very much. I like having things all in one place. I’m lazy like that. Yo.

In real life, we went to see Seabiscuit on Saturday night. Very good movie. Not too schmaltzy. I loved the historical tone. It was like “a very special episode” of The American Experience (which I love). Anything with David McCullough narration is worth my time.

Last night we went to a church sing-a-long / ice cream social. Yes, we even sang “Old MacDonald” and “Row, row, row your boat”. Lots of goofy fun.

Finally, in the last news item of the day, I have come to the conclusion that Albuquerque is almost (but not quite) my favorite rambling, trippy song. The current Top 5 are:

  1. Existential Blues by Tom “T-Bone” Stankus
  2. Albuquerque by “Weird” Al Yankovic
  3. Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream by Bob Dylan
  4. Alice’s Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie
  5. Talkin’ John Birch Paranoid Blues by Bob Dylan

OK, so the last one doesn’t ramble. I just threw that last one one there ‘cuz I like it. Bite me.

[Grooving to: I Just Wanna Have Something To by Garbage]
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School of Rock

Rule 1: We watch it cuz it’s free.

This is actually a pretty sweet deal. Every week there’s a new, free movie at one local theater or another, and they leave piles of passes at my wife’s place of employ. Usually it’s something that’s just about ready for release, a sneak preview. But sometimes we get to see really early releases. Such was the case last night with the upcoming Jack Black comedy, School of Rock.

Right of the bat, I didn’t like the sound of this one:

Down and out rock star Dewey Finn (Black) gets fired from his band, and he faces a mountain of debts and depression. He takes a job as a 4th grade substitute teacher at an uptight private school where his attitude and hijinx have a powerful effect on his students. He also meets Zach (Joey Gaydos), a 9-year-old guitar prodigy, who could help Dewey win a “battle of the bands” competition, which would solve his financial problems and put him back in the spotlight.

But I was asked to remember Rule 1. So, off we went.

Yes, it was everything it purported to be. It was a cliched run through a well-worn plot. Black becomes a rock-n-roll version of Robin Williams in The Dead Poet’s Society, molding his students (who are somehow both completely ignorant of basic pop/rock culture, yet are instant virtuoso rockers) into a cool rock band, a la AC/DC or The Partridge Family on crack.

But, somehow, the combination of Black’s complete goofiness (you either love him or you hate him), the raw nature of the version of the film we saw (no credits, grainy print, incomplete music and sound), and the kids’ real talent–not to mention the killer soundtrack of Ramones, Clash, Sex Pistols, Zeppelin, Who, etc.–made me leave the show with a smile on my face. Black does the same kind of over-the-top rock wild man stuff as with Tenacious D, and it gives the movie at least a little bit of attitude.

What we really enjoyed was the performances of the kids. They weren’t uber-cute, and they could play. The “finishing touches” the studio puts on the movie might wipe it out, because some of the garage band audio wasn’t exactly perfect. But that’s what I liked about it. If they don’t mess it up between now and it’s release in October(?), make sure you stay for the credits.

OK, so it wasn’t hilarious. And it wasn’t particularly dramatic. But, overall, I thought it was a pretty neat family movie.

I’m hoping it’s not just because of Rule 1.

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A Song in the Moonlight

I heard one of them on the way home from work. One of my songs.

Now, if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that I’m a fan of music. Not “country” music. Not “rock” music. Not “classical” music. Just music. So, there are a bazillion songs that set my toes a-tappin’ or make me sing at the top of my lungs like a lunatic until I notice the person in the next car at the stop light laughing and pointing… But I digress. (Constantly, I know. Bite me.)

Anyway, there are a rare set of songs that go deeper than that. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the situation I was in when I heard them. Maybe it’s some subliminal code causing the alien grafted to my spinal cord to try to do the Frug. Whatever. They just move me.

You must have at least one like it yourself. A song that just stops you cold whenever you hear it? One that has a mysterious hold over you that you can’t explain. No one else gets it. It’s just you. You’re the weird one. It’s not even the type of music you usually listen to! But there it is. And you could listen to it over and over and over and over… If you are able to turn it off when you hear it–ever–it’s not one of them.

These are mine. I don’t expect you to understand. Just empathize.

“Moonlight Serenade” – Glenn Miller
“Gimme Shelter” – The Rolling Stones
“To Love Somebody” – The Bee Gees
“Shake, Rattle and Roll” – Big Joe Turner

I may add to that list someday. But probably not.

[Grooving to: I’ll Fly Away by Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch]
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Where are her priorities?

pippa said: is back, and she’s got a really cute lame excuse for why her Uruk-hai got knocked out of the first round of the playoffs by Scott’s Misty Mountain Hops

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She So Sesssy…

It’s Friday. You know what that means…

No, it’s not time to replace the hamster wheels in the Lake Erie Loop

No, it’s not time to vote for Gallagher

No, it’s not time to have your system surreptitiously blast Microsoft

It’s time to put another groovy site at the top of my fair and balanced blog! And this time, I’m pleased to shout to one of the sexiest bloggers not nominated for the Sexiest Female Blogger poll. Solonor’s Aortal Site of the Week™ is Sunidesus Speaks!

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