Friday, May 25, 2007

Shoot me gently, I’m becoming a nerd..

It dawns on me more and more, baby steps. Slowly over the last years the realization grows of crossing a border. Maybe it’s the folk you hang with, and hey, 40 or more hours a week is more than a superficial contact; it is a relationship. Like with your family, or your dog. Only my cat doesn’t put on music* [*Well, almost never.] but they do get go out. I don’t. I guard the holy thing people call A Phone.

Yeah, I’m an office bitch (they told me later that ‘office bitch’ wasn’t a good way to introduce myself). Actually called “his new blonde” by my Boss, as his last Office manager was a cute little blond girl. I’m 1.96 meter, have long hair in a ponytail and rarely shave with a firm goatee.
Crowned with small intelectual glasses and maybe slowly going bald. But my growing forehead doesn’t attract much attention as most people look up into my nose.
One thumbring since the last two years. One earring for ages. A new reason for my father to pleasantly complain about me.

When the Phone rings, no matter ho much of my dear colleagus are lurking behind laptops, it’s up to me. I awnser with my normal formulation, wishes about the time of day (which I check on my laptop), stating the name of the company and introducing me (I just say my name. trust me, I’ts more fun that way)
Most of our people I know by know. We have a weird list of customers ranging from d[octors] to actors to a lot of comercial and film production companies. Those last are fun, as most folk who work there are our kind of crazy. Of course I don’t know any of them by face, as I guard A Phone, but about 10% of them visit the office/ICTworkplace/kindergarten so I get to know them a little but. They mostly come by for the fun stuff (directors/producers), come to pick up stuff (that my Boss forgot to tell me) hang around and talk about teach stuff (Doctors, locationscouts, actors and kids. Sometimes a dog. And Rowers, don’t ask) or broken down computers (A lotta stuff I do not unerstand, man).

But I can awnser more ands more questions. And worse, tell office stories to my friends and girlfriend. How was your day etc. yaicks.

I’m becoming a nerd.

Maybe worse, there is this vision of a new border, a growing array of knowladge and finger fastness. Even a longing for that levels.
Is that bad?
Really, should I go there.
It’s to much of a typecats of the ponytail nerd.

Maybe shave my head again?
Would Elven Lady dig that?
-Thinks-
No

And then this renewal in blogging.. isn’t that some sign?

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Thursday, May 24, 2007



This made me sooo happy.

This madman gave me a new movie to look out for.
If his acting is only half as nice as this picture, i will be a very happy man.

Make me cry, Heith.

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Searching for Fresh Meat

Ooooooooooooooooooh..

The harsh and brutal time when all your favorite entertainment has the season ending fase.

I’m truly lost, as I don’t like Lost much.
It’s a nice screen filler for the rainy night, and the only reason I still watch it sometimes is John Locke. Since I first saw Terry O’Quinn in Millennium I’ve always pictured that one of my beloved SF writers looks like him, Robert A. Heinlein.

But interesting content is fading, and I’m not yet emotionally involved in any new stuff.

Thank god, found one which looks very promising:

THE RICHES

Working hard to find the whole first season, loved the pilot.

Working on my Minnie crush.


Will try to post more often now I’ve found my password.
No, don’t ask me how, I have NO IDEA.
Just kept on clicking!

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The Walls of Jericho

I should read IMDB more. Well, maybe everyone should. It’s becoming the movie bible, the google of movies. One of my things on the Wish list If-you-win-the-Big-one is a professional account in that site, just for the fun of it.

But this was not the point.

I’ve found a small treasure that I hope will succeed.

Sometimes on IMDB I scroll down to the rants, to take a look at the village crazies, so to speak, and under ‘Jericho’, the recently canceled show of CBS, read the topics of uniting fans that want to save the series.
So hopped over to the site www.jericholives.com, not a bad name. Over 70.000 folks have signed already and you can find all the numbers of people of CBS to call, or, as they nicely put it, “keep that mailbox full.”

My heart is warmed.
Again.
Because I like Jericho, and there was another show who died, and was resurrected in a way by the petitioning of the fans. Be sure, this is not a comparing of the quality of both shows.

I like Jericho because I didn’t especially hate Skeet Ulrich, never saw him much before this. I liked it because they took the premises, a nuclear attack in America, pretty serious. And I like that idea.

When I was 14-16 I wrote some stories in a post nuclear world, and became fascinated by the research. The more you get to know about nuclear weapons the more scared you get. I’m still convinced the first nuclear terrorist attack will happen in my lifetime, and I’m thinking that since the 1980ies.
And for a TV show Jericho took the greater story arch pretty far. From a well paced out development off the nuclear attack to survival in isolation ending in war with a neighbor town. And the final episode was one of the best season ending I saw this year. Better then Shark, an end I still do not understand.

No, not better then Battlestar Galactica. That would be like comparing God to a grapefruit.

And so the acting is tame, the shooting is lame, but what hurts me the most in Jericho is the dialog. That the actors get that out of their mouth is prize worthy alone. But still the whole average of the show made it my favorite B-series. And those we need also.

So for you, true fans of Jericho, my best wishes, you have my signature.

From a Browncoat.

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