Thursday, October 9, 2008

Ambient Nostalgia

I'm sitting in my office, listening to Groove Salad on The wind is blowing through the window's closed shades. I feel like I'm 17 again, sitting in my old room late at night, just listening.

Earlier today, I was poking around the Wayback Machine on and I plugged in my old Textamerica moblog. This sudden rush of sadness came over me, it was as if I was allowed to look back in to my past, my friends, my memories of times gone by, but not able to do anything about it. Pictures of people who I no longer keep in contact with were there telling me "Hi!" but all my replies fell on deaf ears.

Then I took things even further, I've been reading all my old blog posts via the WBM, I know I can read them anytime I want as they're still available in the archives, but there's something about seeing them in their original designs. The original templates of MSDN.

I sat here, in my chair, reading every single word, looking for grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and it was if I was typing it out all over again, I found it so funny how one paragraph could put me in another time:

It was one of those 'moisten here and fold over' type letters, no envelope, no stamp. Just fill out, lick, fold and send. Well, I got a bit too sexy when I licked the glue part. It got so moist that it wouldn't stick and it was kinda soggy. So I've got a couple books sitting on top of it.
I remember the exact books too, it was my old AD&D Player's Guide and DM's Guide.

I suppose, that within time, I'll look back at this current time period with great fondness and sadness just as I do with the days of my youth. So remember, make the most of everyday, it has the potential to quite possibly be the best day of your life. Hell, even a day where I was filling out a Goddamned warranty card has turned into a fond memory. Than again, it's probably not the actual act of picking up the pencil and filling in the boxes, one letter at a time, that I look back with such joy, but the time period it represents.

It's the same thing with music too. Queens of the Stone Age seems to be connected to very strong emotional times in my life. I cannot listen to Songs for the Deaf without thinking about this particular week in time:

Shooting off my mouth at what a great catch she is, how they missed out on having the most awesome person to walk the planet.

I probably don't say it enough to her, but she knows I love her.

I cannot look at my iPhone and constantly think about our 4 year anniversary in Los Angeles.

I'm just a sentimental old fool, who has trouble throwing the past away, and the way I look at it, as long as we live in the present, plan for the future and remember to love our past, I think we will all be pretty ok.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Fall has Fallen

I'm sitting here, in my backyard. A large truck drives by and shakes my bones, a cool breeze followed by a warm burst of sun as the shade flaps in the wind hits my skin and make me feel calm.

The sprinkler that's spinning around at a hundred miles an hour, however, is making me nervous as hell. It's one of those kind that go "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-fssssssssssshhh." Well, I have it setup in the middle and set so it goes in a complete circle (I didn't know they could do that until half-hour ago.) and for some reason I can't keep my eyes off of it. It's kind of like season finale of your favorite T.V. show.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Day of the Lords

I remember this morning, seven long, world changing years ago. They keep saying never forget, but sometimes I don't want to remember.

I wrote a long story recollecting my night leading up to that horribly tragic morning.

I remember walking in to the lobby, my shirt un-tucked and my jacket thrown over my shoulder. My future brother-in-law Michael was standing next to me, we looked into the fountain in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by hundreds of people blissfully sleeping. We, along with all the slumbering people in the rooms above us, were unaware of what had just occurred.

It was September 10th 2001, and it was the second day of Michael and Bridgette’s engagement. The day was just like any other September day in Sacramento, there was no odd feeling hanging over anybody, no looming sense of danger. It was one of those days were I felt on top of the world. All of my friends, together, everybody got along with every one. It was a day that I look back at now and feel sadness, this time for marked the passing of our childhood.

The entire night was uneventful, everything went exactly as it did in the past, people got drunk, people laughed, people ate, boyfriends and girlfriends met each other in romantically decorated rooms for fifteen minutes of awkward teenage passion, hoping that no one would notice they’ve been missing for twenty-minutes. This was the same party I’ve been to three thousand times in my life. There was nothing special about it except it marked the fact that my best friend, Michael, was getting married. Mitch had already been married for three months and I have to admit, that it was hard to get used to the fact my best friend, the kid I grew up with, the guy who I would call to inform him of something so trivial as eating macaroni and cheese, was married and had *GASP* responsibilities.

After the party had wrapped up, the plan was for all the guys to go to Denny’s and get some food in our alcohol filled stomachs (Yes, we were all underage at this time, but that’s another story). I’ve experience numerous Denny’s after-party trips in my life, but this was in probably my all time favorite. The most memorable event of the trip was Vinny Fat Boyo’s falling asleep at the table. Now, if you ever fallen asleep around a bunch of young males, you know that you are fair game to any hi-jinx that may happen. Well, the kid had fallen asleep, which was the green light for me to pick up the slightly dirty fork in front of me and gently (violently) stab him in the forehead.

“Huh? What!” He exclaimed. All the while we laughed our little hearts out at the kid’s poor misfortune of being the only one to fall asleep.

The jokes continued, stories of this new show called Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Bobby, White George and I were the only ones who had seen this new hysterically bizarre show and we felt like the only three people in the world who had seen the show.

We returned back to the hotel after the once pitch black night sky had started to give way to the new morning sun, it was that time of the morning when the sun isn’t high enough to see it yet everything is illuminated by a grey haze.

The rest of the night was spent with Michael and his then fiancĂ©e, Bridgette. We talked about all the possibilities that the future held for us, we talked about all the trips we would take as couples, and how Lila’s and my kids will be friends will be friends with their kids and how we would celebrate the holidays together.

We walked out of the room at about 7:30am on that foggy Tuesday morning. The skies still grey. I felt as if we were walking in The Lost Forest from A Link to the Past.

“I’m really happy you’re getting married,” I said to him.
“Well,” he said and then looked down at his feet “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.”

I knew what he meant.

We walked in to the lobby and looked at the televisions mounted in the wall right next to the automatic door. Michael and I stopped dead in our tracks and read the words that were scrolling by. Plane Crashes into WTC.

Our faces, which were already drained of any color from the party, had turned green and white. “The pilot must’ve been drunk or something” I out loud, mostly to assure myself that it wasn’t an attack.

“Yeah,” Michael said with a slight laugh “It has to be.”

We asked a few people around what was going on and they were in just as much shock as we were. You could sense a mass panic was about to ensue. We stood there, our eyes glued to the screen, not sure what to make of everything. Then it happened.
I remember standing there thinking to myself that this is it, this is going to be war, after seeing the second plane fly into the building we knew that would be it.

Our bodies had no muscle control. The only thing we could do is sit and stare, slack-jawed at the televisions thinking this can’t be happening. But it was. We both knew this was the end of things as they were. Nothing would ever be the same.

We decided to go back to the room to try to get our heads straight and make sense of what had just happened. We walked back the room in complete silence, it felt as if the closest member of our family had just died and we did know what to say to each other. I mean what could we say? There’s nothing that could possibly said to make things seem even remotely better.

 It seemed like I was carrying a ten-gallon jug of water on my back as I climbed the stairs. Michael pulled out his room key and slid it in to the slot, mechanical whirring ensures us that the key still works and that at least something still works in the world. As we walk in to the room I see Mike Nene’s, Cooks and Paul Shaqz.

“Did you see what happened?” Paul asked us.

“Yeah, we’ve been watching the whole thing downstairs in the lobby” I said.

“You know whose fault this is?” Michael said. “Governor Grey Davis!” which proceeded to the hilarious Grey Davis dance, and despite using as many words I could possibly think of using, could never be described in writing.

“Once again,” the local Sacramento news reporter said as she feebly tried to hold back her tears “The World Trade Center towers one and two… have collapsed after two hijacked planes flew in to them. I’m sorry…” she says and uncontrollable stream of tears stroll down her face. The hot-shot-blond-haired-blue-eyed anchor comes in to take her place.

I reached for my cell phone and started calling friends and family. The first person I called was Mitch

“Baker!” He exclaims.

“Where the fuck are you?” I ask him.

“We’re on our way home”

“You mean the bridge isn’t closed you everything is clear? You heard what happened, right?”

“Yeah, I heard Ma freaked out and wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as we could, we’re about twenty minutes from home. Where are you?”

“I’m still in Sacramento. I suppose I’ll be leaving soon I’ll call you as soon as I get home.”

Things were never the same.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Humdrums and Boredoms

So we've been in the new house for a little over two weeks and things are a lot duller that I expected it to be. I suppose it could be due the baby catching a cold a few days after everything got unpacked. Lila and I left the baby with my mother for a few days while we unpacked and tried to get things settled in this new and strange land.

But upon her return she caught a very slight ear infection, we don't really know if it's the carpet or the change of weather, but I too was suffering from mild allergy symptoms.

I hate having allergies, it's like being sick without the benefit of getting to stay in bed and do nothing, yeah your nose is filled with a billion plus pounds of runny-slimy-nasal junk and your throat feels as if a cat and a cactus were playing tennis in it, but you don't have the body aches or the tiredness.

The baby and I have been taking a steady dose of Claritin (for me), Children's Zyrtec (for her) and Bubblegum flavored amoxicilin (for me, though I wouldn't mind a little) and so far we've made quite the progress, I no longer wake up stuffy/runny/itchy/dry. Kaitlin still runs around saying "Buhger, buhger!" and "Bye, buhger!" upon removal.

The highlight of the day was I volunteered at Bike Bakersfield, a local non-profit dedicated to getting more bicycles on the street. That was kind of fun. I met such a kooky cast of characthers.

There was Dave the mechanic, who broke his ribs fighting with some Marines last night. His bottle of aspirin consisted of either Gin or Moonshine, judging by his missing teeth, I gather it was moonshine.

There was the random guy who needed a "Cheap, free." tire. He was a funny guy, he lives in a men's home.

There was another guy who was your typical brain fried from too much LSD guy, he was super nice.

And the short Hispanic guy who wanted to mate with every female he saw with in a ten mile radius.

So, after a long day of doing non-profit stuff, I'm sitting here after taking little cat nap on the couch, in my new office, with a big plate of Rice-A-Roni in front of me. The baby is sleeping, so it's time for me to enjoy the silence.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall

The writer who wants to be a photographer desperately trying to be a writer again.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

This is just a test.

Hey this is just a test of iPhone TypePad software.

Friday, July 11, 2008

uNboxing the iPhone!

I gots me one of them new found technology toy things called an iPhone 3G and since the newest thing to do on the internets is make unboxing videos (which are very dull and anti-climactic), I decided I'd make one too.


Sunday, July 6, 2008

Jul 6, 2008

well this is a test of the blackberry software for typepad. good enough.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

One is longer, one is shorter.

I didn't realize it until a few months ago, but my right leg is seriously longer than my left. Lila pointed it out to me when she asked why I always stand on one leg.

"You always look like your posing," she said. I never really noticed as posing, I just thought it was cool guy swagger, but I guess it's medical-condition-guy-swagger.

It's really prominent when I'm sitting down on the with a laptop on my legs, there's a huge tilt to the left. It's actually kind of funny on how extreme the slant is.


Monday, June 9, 2008

The city, she is my harsh mistress.

My body is wrecked, I feel as I've been switched on some kind of hyper-no-rest mode since mid April. Now, that I'm home, my batteries completely drained. I'm paying. Hard.

With the constant back and forth trips to Los Angeles, various travels to the Valley, excursions to Visalia and one killer journey to San Francisco. I don't think I can handle anything more than waking up and turning up my laptop. My throat itches, my nose is semi-stuffed, I feel as if I'm on the verge of getting sick, and it completely sucks.

I don't have the mental power to actually give a detailed trip report on my S.F. visit, but I will mention some of the highlight;

  • Little Star Pizza and all the pizza we ate (Blondies, Zachary's)

  • Hitting up the Metreon. 

  • Gaying out with Bob and hitting the Cable Cars and Fisherman's Wharf. 

  • Having The Fillmore catch on fire and having the Dethklok show cancel (Our whole reason of going.) 

  • By way of sheer luck, seeing Doug Benson AND Brian Posehn.  

That's all I have for now, the D.B. and B.P. story is too good not to re-tell so I'll get that up as soon Ias I'm not dying anymore. But, I really do love San Francisco, I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with a city, but I did. I curse my grandfather from moving away from the city when he was young.

I guess that song is true, huh?

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Sleeping Patterns of a Father.

One of the things I've found out in fatherhood -- and parenthood for that matter -- you don't get much choice in what you do.

If you make plans or have task to accomplish, either your child or your body will tell you something way different. Like way out of left field different.

Let me give you an example:

12:30 A.M. -- Mom Status: Up. Dad Status: Up. Baby Status: Up and running in circles.

LILA: Mike, let's put the baby to sleep and we'll watch those episodes of Dexter we've been trying to watch.

ME: Great idea. Maybe I can play some COD4 or read that Final Cut Pro book.

Putting the baby to sleep usually consists of laying down with her until she gets comfortable and gradually falls asleep.

12:35 A.M. -- Mommy Status: Up. Daddy Status: Up. Baby Status: Up and jumping on the bed.

LILA: I'm getting hungry too, I'll make some Bertolli and we can watch Dexter

ME: Yeah, that sounds good as long as it's not the horrible spinach one. I guess after Dexter I'll play COD4.

12:45 A.M. Mommy Status: Up, but quiet. Daddy Status: Half way to dreamland. Baby Status: Almost there.

LILA: ...


1:24 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: K.O. Baby Status: K.O.

1:47 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: K.O. Baby Status: K.O.

2:16 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: Up and confused Baby Status: K.O.

At this point I still had my shoes on and I usually find it hard to get comfortable when I have my shoes on. So I tried quietly as humanly possible to pull the velcro straps on my shoes, but as any kid in who grew up in the 80's knows, it's impossible to do. I managed to get my shoes off and get back in to bed without waking the baby and knew that my day had ended, COD4 would have to wait another day, Dexter would have to kill some other time, such is the way of baby and parents.

When I was awake at 2:16 A.M. trying to turn off the lights that had been left on, making sure the doors were locked, I actually contemplated staying up and either watch some idiot box or play XBox (hehe), but I totally decided against that idea when I couldn't tell the difference between a bottle of Water and a bottle of Bar-B-Que sauce.

Let me tell you BBQ sauce at 2:19 A.M. isn't the nicest thing in the world.

Friday, March 28, 2008

He's got my vote

Po269512For once, I don't feel like it's a race of the lesser of two evils. I feel like this really a chance for change. A chance to try and fix what this current abomination of administration has done to my country.

A lot of people are saying, "Hillary is my choice because she'll run the country like her husband." However, when she speaks all I see are dollar signs and agendas, something I just don't get from Obama during his speeches.

Vote Obama in '08! He's got my vote.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

I always thought I was Black

I always pegged my self as a red or black player. Guess I was wrong.

Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.

In case you wondering what the hell I'm talking about, I'm just talking about Magic: The Gathering, baby.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

So thin

I'm at the Apple store and I'm typing on the MacBook Air. Man this thing is so light, it makes my stomach hurt.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Advantage

Here's a video I filmed of The Advantage playing a kick ass acoustic medley in Visalia at the Cellar Door.

Hey Bob, if you're reading this watch all the way until the end they play Marble Madness.;rel=0

The same old smell

I don't know if it's the pizza, the carpet or the smelly-snot-nosed kids running around like manics, but every time I walk in to Chuck E. Cheese -- no matter what kind of design it may have -- I am instantly transported back to my childhood. And the reason for this quasi-time travel is the damn smell.

As soon as I step foot through those big red doors, a memory hits me in the face like a Mack truck. I'm 7-years old and I'm holding my Dad's hand.

"Can I have some tokens now?" I say, looking up at my father.

"Sure, Son. After we eat our pizza." His big hairy hand squeezes my hand a little tighter as he looks around and surveys all the kids running around.

I always remembered shoving that Goddamn pizza in my face as fast I could so I could hurry up and play Skee-Ball. Man, did I love Skee-Ball.

Today, we took our daughter to CEC (you know, everything has to be hip these days.) and my how things have changed. The CEC that I can still vividly recall in my mind has undergone such a vast transformation -- and maybe it's just my childhood nostalgia turning in to bitterness -- but the place looks cheap now. I'm sure they've sunk a fortune in to remodeling the place, trying to update and modernize the joint. But to me, it's not the same anymore.

I remember when all it took to keep entertained and thrilled was a giant talking mouse (If I really wanna get nostalgic, I actually remember when it was Showbiz Pizza Time, with a giant Bear instead of a talking rat.), now a days, these kids need a blue screen and crazy non-stop videos.

Oh, and if you were wondering, the kid was scared to death of the place. Coincidence? I think not, my anthropomorphic friend.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Fix the Web

Wow this is the funniest tech talk about Firefox and Greasemonkey, ever.

It almost sounds like the guy from Murrary from Flight of the Conchords.

Grammar Lesson : To, Too, Two

I'm kind of a grammar nerd, so I figured I'd help fix some of the things that irritate me in this world. I'm going to start small.

  • To: As in from me TO you. We are going TO the mall. To is always used in the sense of travel/destination.
  • Too: As in there are TOO many people. This box is TOO heavy. TOO is always used when discussing size, weight, volume or the amount of something.
  • Two: Is the spelling for the number 2. Get it?

Thanks for reading. Bye.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

This post has no meaning.

This post has no meaning, it is merely a test of ergonomics.

I'm switching up my keyboard from the little drawer to the actual desk, it's a little bit nicer feeling my hand don't feel as cramped, but my hands are a lot higher than my elbows, which I believe is bad ergonomics. Plus I think I'm in a chair-too-low/desk-too-high situation right now.

Awww, the dramz of typing and desking.

My mind is seriously running in circles right now, I want to do so much, but I don't have the energy or motivation to do any of it. I've been kicking around this silly organizational scheme for all my MiniDV tapes, where instead of actually writing the title on the little itty-bitty label, I would catalog all the tapes in a Bento and just write a cool little serial number on the tape like DV001 or something cool like that.

Instead, I'll probably just end up playing Portal or messing around in Crysis.

Wire Hanger > Monster Cable

This is perhaps the funniest thing I've seen in a long time:

" looks like a group of 12 self-professed "audiophiles" recently
couldn't tell the difference between Monster 1000 speaker cables and
plain old coat hangers. Yeah, coat hangers. The group was A-Bing
different cables, and unbeknownst to them, the engineer running the
test swapped out a set of cables for coat hangers with soldered-on
speaker connections. Not a single one was then able to tell the
difference between the Monster Cable and the hangers, and all agreed
that the hangers sounded excellent."

This is something I've been preaching about since I've first seen Monster cables, anything that overpriced can't possibly be any good. For my stereo I use the cheapest wire I can find at Home Depot, $29 for 500 feet of wire is quite a deal to me.

via Engadget [read]

XSlimmer -- Reclaim your space

I just downloaded THEE best application for OS X ever! XSlimmer is a simple utility that strips out all of the PowerPC code in your Intel based Mac or vice versa.

"That sounds dangerous," you say. But why do you need code in your applications if you're not going to use it?

Let me explain a little better, all Universal binaries are essentially written with two versions in one, one for Intel processors and another version for PowerPC CPU (e.g. older G4s and G5s), what XSlimmer does is strip out all the code that is not used by your native chipset, therefore saving you a ton of precious hard drive space. I saved a little over 3 gigabytes on my MacBook Pro and a little over 4 gigabytes on my MacPro.

Overall, I highly recommend this product to any OS X user. It isn't free, but it is cheap, $12 U.S. the demo only allows you save up to 50MB of space, it's the best $12 I ever spent.

Get it here (

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Day for Today

I'm sitting at my desk, working with Compressor 3 in Final Cut Studio 2, listening to Barry White on my SR-80's.

Does it get much better than this?

Yes. It would be 30% better if I was showered and in my clothes instead of my P.J.'s.

Monday, March 10, 2008

NEXT time on

I've been up all night rough cutting a certain film of mine, that a bunch have people have been begging me to finish and as of right now it's about 30% done.

I'm half-way through the basic layout of the film, then it's on to tightening up the cuts, then special effects, then music, then encoding, then NOT uploading it to YouTube.

What?!? Why not?

Well, it's looking like it's going to be WAY over ten minutes. We'll see I guess.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Saving Roll. Damn...

So a few days ago, the creator of Dungeons and Dragons, Gary Gygax, past away. What he gave to the world -- the world of geeks, my world -- can never be repaid to him. Were it not for Mr. Gygax, not only would we never have D&D, but I don't think we'd have any fantasty based RPG's. Ever.

Without Gary, there wouldn't be a GURPS, there wouldn't be a Warhammer, there wouldn't be a Final Fantasy.

Yes, there were tabletop war games before D&D, but without it, it would never be as widespread as it is today.

So thank you, Gary. You will be missed and I will definitely buy whatever new version of D&D comes along in your honor.

I think this xkcd comic sums it up pretty nicely.

$400 Vacuum?!

You know, the thing about a $400 vacuum cleaner is that you treat it like $4,000 vacuum. I often find myself spending just as much time keeping it clean as I do on the rug.

I guess it's just in my blood to be a super clean freak, and the rug is the thing that irritates me the most. It's white -- well, used to be white -- it's now a slight shade of dingy white. This town I live in, plus this street, plus high traffic areas result in the areas seen are, in my mind, horribly grey, whereas areas under the couch etc. are brilliant white, almost to the point of hurting my eyes.

Lila did make a good point the other day, however. She said "For a three year old white rug, it's held up pretty good." I agree, but my slight OCD's make it seem worse then it is. That's why I'm often with a bottle of alcohol and a towel. (Quick tip! Don't bother with those fancy carpet stain removers, a bottle of Isopropyl alcohol and a white towel works just as well. You just have to put a little bit of elbow grease in to it.)

I got a new graphics card today, ATI Radeon HD 2600 XT, so far so good. It's definitely faster the the old GeForce 7800. That thing was garbage. Motion finally runs on my system now. Yay!

Wow, very random off the wall post.

Monday, March 3, 2008

These are my favorite things

Maybe I'm just getting old, but recently my favorite part of the day has become morning. I love waking up a little bit earlier then everyone else, catching up on the news via the internet and putting on a pot of coffee.

That's half the fun, the rest comes when my daughter wakes up and she jumps for joy in her bed wanting me to pick her up. Then it's a little bit of playtime and and breakfast for her. Today was Turkey and Sweet Potatoes with some Cheerios.

Maybe I'm just becoming an "adult", but mornings are quite enjoyable to me. Granted, I'm not waking up at the butt-crack of dawn, but it's still early than my teen years (one or two in the afternoon).

Now excuse me, my coffee is getting cold.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Junk to Buy

I tottaly kind forgot about this. Please buy some stuff, help promote the website, and you'll be totally cooler then anyone else you know!

The Manshorts JunkStore. Check it out!

Friday, February 29, 2008

There Will Be Blood. And it is Sweet.

Greed. Betrayal. Family. Oil. Milkshakes. These are the plot elements of Paul Thomas Anderson's ThereTwbb
Will Be Blood.

A film like this is not an easy ride, it doesn't have a smooth beginning, middle or ending. It's a movie that makes you think, and that's what makes it great. It puts you on an uneasy, emotional roller coaster that doesn't stop (for me at least) until days after you finish watching it.

The plot is about miner turned oil man named Daniel Plainview (Daniel Day-Lewis) and his quest to be the best oil man in the world. Daniel Day-Lewis gives an performance deserving of the shiny gold man he won a few weeks ago. It's easy to see that the man put all his sweat, blood and tears in to this role -- and it pays off.

However, one actor who doesn't give enough credit for his performance is Paul Dano as Eli Sunday. This kid -- whom you may remember as the brother on a vow of silence in Little Miss Sunshine -- plays a faith healer in the local church. His performance and as a stereotypical cast-those-demons-out-now preacher is just simply amazing.

You know what though, if I talk anymore about the movie I'm only going to ruin it for everyone who hasn't seen it yet.

Overall, I highly recommend this movie to anyone who enjoys movies. I had previously thought the No Country For Old Men was the best movie I'd seen of the year and was totally deserving of best picture of the year award, until I seen TWBB.

If you've already seen the movie and want to read my take on some key scenes there's more after the jump.

There are things in this film that I haven't felt during a movie in a long. And thats what makes it so kick ass, it stays with you and makes you think about what greed can do to people. How far it pushes them in to the depths of hunger for money and power.

I feel there are three key scenes in the movie that stand out and really showcase what movie is about.

The first scene happens fairly early in the movie. After setting up his oil rig in Little Boston, Plainfield's son (H.W. Plainfield who is adopted by Daniel from a young age, merely as a cute face to help sell him self as a family man in the oil business) is watching the workers do their thing on a roof, looking down at a massive drill bit burrowing deeper in to the earth, when out of nowhere the oil well erupts we a great force knocking H.W. backwards and subsequently damaging his hearing to the point of total deafness.

As all this is happening, the senior Plainfield rushes to the aide of his son. He does show some humanity by trying to comfort him, and it is obvious that he does love him, but his son is nowhere near as important as the oil and leaves H.W. with one of his employees to watch over him as Plainfield looks over the oil well which is now throwing fire hundreds of feet in to the air.

Now, while all this is happening, the musical score starts off with an off-beat snare drum and one single bass note played over and over again (think Running with the Devil by Van Halen), eventually more and more drums are added until the musical score makes sense. What P.T. Anderson and Johnny Greenwood accomplished with this bit of movie magic is that it made me feel what Daniel Plainfield was feeling. Confusion the slowly gave way to comprehension. That, my friend, is worth the price of admission.

The second important scene occurs after Plainfield sends his son away to a school for the deaf. His method of sending his son to the school is abandoning him on a train with one of his employees.

Some time passes and some other key plot points that I won't go in to happen, but I'll make it short. In order for him to continue with his drilling, he needs permission to lay pipe under the ground of a property of a man whom Daniel snubber during the initial lease agreements. The old man agrees to Plainfield's offer on the condition that he is baptized at the local church run by Eli Sunday.

Plainfield reluctantly agrees, and attends church and is humiliated in front of the church by Eli. Slapping him repeatedly in the face and making him shout out "I abandoned my child!" to the congregation, God and himself.

What happens is that he goes through several emotions during the scene, anger, denial, acceptance and regret for sending his son away. But all that human emotion is pushed down by greed knowing that the deal is complete.

The third and final scene occurs many years after the drilling in Little Boston. Daniel Plainfield is filthy rich, living all alone in a huge mansion, H.W. leaves him as his business partner to start on his own, this infuriates Daniel and leads him to call him an orphan an tells him "You have nothing of me in you, because you're not mine!" H.W. replies to him in sign language, "Thank God."

Emotionally devastated by the departure of his son and his alcohol abuse has caused a once great and powerful man in to a sad shadow of himself.

Eli Sunday shows up unexpectedly, he has become a successful radio preacher but has fallen on hard times. Eli begs Daniel to start drilling under the land where he had previously laid pipe leading to the ocean. Eli says he wants $100,000 from Daniel for bringing him this information

There's a lot of details I'm leaving out, but go see the movie, dammit.

Daniel says that he will as long as he admits that Sunday is a a false prophet and God is a superstition, mirroring what Eli had done to Daniel during his baptism. Eli also goes through the same emotions that Daniel went through as well. Daniel tells him the the land has dried, and Eli is pushed to his lowest point ever.

I won't go in to any more details as I feel this is the best part of the movie. This scene gives us the famous milkshake line.

More then that however, it brings up so many other questions to ponder. Even the notion that Eli might be a homosexual. There's something so devilish about Eli Sunday, I can't put my finger on it, but it's kind of obvious that he's a false prophet when he declares God a superstition for money. I don't think any real man of the cloth would do that, no matter what the situation would be.

Watching a movies like this, makes me want to be creative. It makes me
wish that I was a director and famous writer. Anything. I think when a
movie can do this to someone, it gives me hope that good movies do
still get made and for every Norbit, I Know Who Killed Me, Mr. Brooks, there's going to be movies like No Country For Old Men and There Will Be Blood. That makes me hopeful and that makes me remember why I love movies in the first place.

In closing, I can't think of a more perfect movie. When I was watching the Oscars the other night, I was quite excited the No Country For Old Men won for best picture. However, after watching There Will Be Blood, I'm recasting my vote.

Go see this movie now, you will not be disappointed.

There will never be a better time.

There will not be a post like this, on this day, for another four years. Today is leap day, and it only comes once every four years.

I just wanted to post something for the sake of being quirky, witty and cool.

So happy birthday all you leaplings -- you need it!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Some Other Blues

Recently, I decided I'd treat myself for my birthday and order me up some new headphones. Some of you may know I've been a long time supporter of Grado, and my beloved SR-60's have been doing the job quite well for the past 5+ years. And they're still working fine, audio quality is better then when I first bought them. The only problem is the mini-jack has worn out due to a tragic accident that occurred nearly 4 years ago. [1]

The problem is extremely frustrating and annoying, the slightest movement causes an iPod to pause or lose one ear until I wiggle back in to place.

So as of today, I'm rocking the SR-80s. And I have to say that I'm still a lover of Mr. Grado, in the audio sense. It's not physical or anything like that. Well, there was that one time in Mexico.

(Some time later, after awaking from his fond memories of Mr. Grado running in the sand.)

Where was I? Oh yes. The SR-80s are quite amazing. Every bit as good as my 60s. I can't give a full review as they haven't broken in yet, but as of right now they totally worth the price of admission.

I've been listening to some classics like old Queens of the Stone Age, Green Day (the good Green Day), Miles Davis, Chet Baker, Kojima Mayumi and John Coltrane. My God, John Coltrane sounds amazing on these things, on the entire Love Supreme album it's like I'm in McCoy Tyner's piano. Fucking amazing.

All this talk about headphones and HI-FI has made me want to build a headphone pre-amp. It looks easy, and the super-cool-totally-diy-geeky thing about it is that it fits inside a Altoids tin, it looks absolutely too cool for school, but I'm no soldering and electronics genius; but if I have to I can solder.

I'm sure a lot of people who read my blog are geeky like me, so here's the link if anyone wants to build it. [2]

[1] Read all about the sad story of my headphones here plus there's monster trucks!

[2] I used the image above without permission, but I figured since I'm linking back to original site, and I'm hosting the picture they won't mind. If the original authors mind, let me know and I'll fix it.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

It's the little things.

A few minutes ago, I was sitting on my couch enjoying a wonderful episode of Blue's Clues -- My life has become a non-stop stream of Blue's Clues, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Yo Gabba Gabba and The Backyardigans. -- when my 14-month old daughter came up to me and tried to close the lid on my laptop.

This is something she does, quite frequently and it's cute and annoying at the same time. I don't mind it very much, half the time she closes and lays her head down on it like she sleeping and then proceeds to crack up. I do mind however when she tries to touch and bang on the screen like there's invisible mosquitoes that only she can see. The smudges drive me crazy and the idea of crack puts me in stage 4 panic attack. My solution for today was to put the MacBook Pro on my head.

Yes. On my head. Like a tribal woman carrying fruit back to her hut.

Her response was fantastic. She looked at me smiled and turned around. Cute and effective.

The thing is I sense a huge amount of pity in her smile. Almost as if she was saying "That's a good daddy, I'm gonna go to intelligent people now."

Saturday, February 23, 2008

I just...

I just bought a Dyson. Yay for me, boo-hoo for my wallet.

Friday, February 22, 2008


This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Is it worth it?

I'm really debating on whether or not I should play Assassins Creed or not. I heard that it was kind of shitty, but some say it was OK.

I also heard it takes forever for the game to get started, and that's something I just can't stand. I want to turn on and go, a la Guitar Hero, or even COD4 is pretty snappy.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

11 + 6 = Not Enough

So, last night I took two Percogesics and I knocked out from around 11:30pm until noon the next day. I stood up for about an hour and a half, and ended up sleeping from 1:30pm until 7:00pm.

I still feel like shit.

Back to my roots.

Well, I've done did again.

I've switched blogging platforms again! Back to where I started at, sort of.

When I first started I used Movable Type 2.12. Then I upgraded to the horrible 3.0 and that ended up blowing out my database, so then I switched to WordPress, which was great, but my web host didn't really click to well with WP. Then I switched over to, that wasn't very successful. Now, I'm back at the beginning TypePad.

Man, do I love it. TypeLists, mobile posts, an iPhone optimized page, I love it. Really I do.

Oh yeah, for my birthday I caught the following: Bronchitis, a sinus infection, a ear infection and a slight touch of pneumonia. Hooray!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

YouTube - Broadcast Yourself.

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Totally lame

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Hot Blogs

Check out my buddy Paul's blog over at He never updates, but it's fun to read.Also check out The Modern Day Caveman blog. Lot's of funny stuff, sports and movies. 

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Please Kill Me Now, Mr. Brooks

I’ve never been a fan of Kevin Costner. Honestly, I can’t recall watching many K.C. movies. “Wyate Erp” comes to mind, but other than that I’ve just never cared for the man, not that I wish the man any ill will or anything, I’m just not a big fan. 

So, when I heard that he was staring in a serial killer movie I had the following conversation with myself:

“Self?” I said.


“Yes, dear?” I replied, to myself.

“What do you think about a Kevin Costner serial killer movie?”



“OK, well, Demi Moore is in it.”

“I love nothing more then a fourty-five year old has-been.”

“And uhh...errm.. That fellow from Waiting is in it, too.”

“Oh I love Justin Long, he’s so funny as the Mac in those little commercials, and his little hoodies are just so adora..”


“No, Dane Cook.”


That’s how it ended. I didn’t talk to myself for over three days, but eventually, the memory of “Mr. Brooks” faded from my mind, until my brother-in-law brought this wonderful (hint: sarcasm) movie back to our attention.

“Mr. Brooks” is a psychological thriller movie about a rich business man who is addicted to pottery. And gruesome murders.

After being clean and sober for two years, Mr. Brooks, also known as “The Thumbprint Killer” is convinced by his inner demon, Marshall (played by William Hurt) to kill a couple they have been stalking weeks. You see, Brooks is crafty like that, he’s a pro and he doesn’t just kill willy-nilly, no sir. He plans out his murders after days of research on his victims.

After killing the sexy dance couple, Mr. Earl Brooks, goes back to AA, where he goes on to stand up and announce “My Name is Earl.”

Seriously, he said that. That’s the best part of the movie.

Mr. Brooks, who is now feeling quite happy and content with his murder-free life, is visited by his daughter who has dropped out of college unexpectedly, and it just so happens that on the very same day he is visited by the wonderfully talented, always funny and most certainly never obnoxious, Dane Cook.

Mr. Smith (Cook) has an interesting proposition for dear old Brooks. It turns out that Smith is a pervert, a modern day peeping tom and was quite fond of taking pictures of the sexy dance couple that he would use for his own enjoyment and who happens to show up in one of his pictures? Earl in a menage-a-trois of sorts. 

Mr Smith shows up at Brooks’ office with and envelope containg photographs of Brooks caught in the act. Smith demands that Brooks take him on a murder or else he’ll expose him to the police.

I’m not going to give away any more of the movie. It’s quite predictable and honestly quite boring, Kevin Costner’s performance almost borderlines on just cheesy. William Hurt does a good job as the inner demon, and his inclusion in the movie is something that was needed in order for the film to work. Without him the movie would have fallen flat on its face and totally ridiculous.  

The movie also includes a subplot involving Demi Moore searching for The Thumbprint
Killer, Meeks a fugitive she had previously apprehended who has now escaped, and a divorce from her conniving husband who is trying to arrange an out of court settlement for a very large sum of money. However, none of these plot points do anything to make the film any better, t
hey only add to what is an already long and boring movie.

There’s also this sub-subplot involving Brooks daughter and her reasons for leaving college, but you know what, it doesn’t make a difference -- the movie is still garbage.

So, do I recommend this horrible pile of dog turds? No.


But at least it's not "I Know Who Killed Me". 


Thank God I live in California.

I know we have some weird looking people out here in California, but thank the Lord I don't have to look at people like this!My favorite is the Orange Twins, such class. I wonder if they had to pay extra for the orange smears on their rented tuxedos?