I just realized after writing an email to Jason Fry on RealTime that this blog has been running since 10/03/2003! Not bad for a guy who couldn’t finish guitar lessons in the fourth grade because it was too boring…or something like that.

I’ve come to that place in my life where I wonder about forty or fifty years in the future. Not just my future, though that is one of the wonders that I wonder, but the future of humanity. Everything has been plodding along pretty well so far. Sure, there was the occasional Black Death and Dark Age (oops, I mean early modern age), but on the whole, humanity has thrived on this planet. The next hundred years are a crux in our evolution as a collective mass. We could go in several directions, not all of them pretty, but if history is any judge we will hit a mediocre mean on this possibility scale. This means that we will probably solve the population crisis looming on the horizon, though we might do it through mass executions or just good-old-fashioned negligence at the local toxic flu lab (you tell me the difference). Whatever the path taken, I wonder if we as a species would be recognizable by my father’s generation of Baby Boomers. What steps will be taken in science, physics, astronomy, business, technology and the like? Why do I care right now? I’ll tell you why I care. I plan on taking the step of transferring brain patterns to the digital plane AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Yes, that’s right. I’m reading Gibson’s Neuromancer right now. I can feel Diamond’s Collapse staring me down in that haughty, academic way from the night stand while I flit and flirt with novel after novel. First it was Wizard’s First Rule by Goodkind, then What Ho, Jeeves, by Wodehouse and let us not forget the numerous magazines that strangely occupy my time more and more.

Anyway, I’m think I’m over my flu finally and my head is becoming clearer by the day thanks to modern medicine. Ah, Advil! I sing thy praises! Also, don’t ask about work because I can only say, “No comment.”

Not only do I have a love/hate relationship with gas stations, but I also resent current gas pricing. Three days ago, gas was at the $2.50/gallon average. I just filled my car with 22 gallons at $2.32. I have a specific gas station in mind when I give this information so it is appropriate to say that the gas in their tanks can’t have been better three days ago that it was WORTH $2.50/gallon, yet they felt the right to charge that price. As I think about it, I don’t even look at the other prices anymore. I feel like a knife is planted in my back every time I see a gas station anyway, so why give more money for what is essentially an extra twist? I can’t wait until next week, perhaps the price will fall or double…who knows? This reminds me of…oh, wait, this is the stock market. Sorry, I forgot that life is a gamble, not just filling your gas tank.

I know that I haven’t posted for a while, but that’s what is so great about blogging without any sort of work involved.

So, Samsung is a bad boy, caught with its hand in the cookie jar. Micron is a good boy, having been suspected of cookie thievery and got help wiping the crumbs off its face by the Justice Department. What is justice if you get the truth through a liar? Is it still the whole truth? Can you, the Justice Department, be an objective observer if you have bought a sophisticated electronic device in the past five years? And where is my refund? Where is my damn refund? Actually, it will go somewhere else probably, not even in the DoJ realm, so there’s a consolation…right.

I’ve decided to try and fix my Xbox, considering Kris has “lent” it to me for the past two years and never asked for it back. I opened it up and lo and behold, the power supply has melted. All the white stuff all over the place is whatever happens when those blue things burst in the lower left of the second picture. Yea, so I bought a new power supply and it came. And I realized that I ordered the wrong one. And I needed an adapter. And I ordered that and it hasn’t come yet. I’m getting Halo 2 withdrawals…I want to walk up to people and hit them over the back of the head with a rifle and shoot the small of their spine.

Other than my digital homicidal tendencies I’m feeling comfortable in my life here in Columbus. Work is work and outside of work is better than work itself. Katie and I celebrated our two year dating anniversary tonight with a large dinner of Thai food and lots of conversation, something that we are lacking in most days. Our days are full and I can’t really complain about anything because its all of my own making.

In other news, the web board is back and faster than before. Really it is the speed it should have been about a year ago, but I’ll not complain much at this point.

Yes, I have seen this film. And I liked it. A lot. More than Episode 3, if you must know. Just don’t ask me to tell you the crew member who dies, because I won’t.

In other news, I…what? You want more on Serenity? Well, if you insist. Serenity was what Episode 3 should have been. I am not the only person to say this, by the way. Really, I was just looking to revisit the universe of Firefly, the TV series, but Joss Whedon has done much more than that. He made a new movie fun again. I deliberately avoided information about this movie, not hard in Columbus, OH, and profited from my planned ignorance. The movie led the uninitiated by the nose and got everyone up to speed with crewmember relations by ten minutes into it. (This doesn’t really say much for the first season though.) The attractive qualities of the series, campy dialogue and acting with interesting plot lines come through in the movie. It reminded me of the first Star Trek movie…in a good way. The fresh quality of the story and actors has a naiveté that is comforting to me. They are unapologetic because they never expected to be on the big screen. It is a unique situation that this TV show was made, cancelled, put out on DVD, picked up again, and spawned a movie, all while furthering a plot that makes sense when you go from the show to the movie. The organic progression from one medium to another is a leap that Star Wars never made and indeed is difficult to achieve. Yet, this “B-movie” has accomplished it. I am proud to say that I have seen this progression in real time and felt like I have travelled somwhere, which could be a goal that fiction could aspire to reach, certainly good fiction could try it. If you don’t like sci-fi (why are you reading this blog?) make someone else buy your ticket and feel surprised at the “likability” of this movie. Otherwise, go see it. Don’t reread the blog entry, go see it. Go.

The web board is having issues right now. My hosting service, Hostsave has done a migration to faster hardware and updated versions of software. After recompiling a couple of times, an email to the support dept. will hopefully yield a realization of the issue. And now back to your regularly scheduled programming…