Pastafarian Sighting at Parking Garage!

Skeptic Shout-Out of the DAY!

Today, we had a LOT of people at the office for appointments who are... less than mobile. (The patients, not the appointments.)
So I decided to park on the top of the Parking Garage. Yeah, so I had to take the stairs down to my floor, but No Big Deal. Happy to do it for the cause of not making patients walk so far.

So.
End of day comes, I hike up to my car... and I see it.
A Prius.
With a Flying Spaghetti Monster on the back bumper.
You know- like this one from the DarwinFish company.

I did a double take. I'll bet the security camera footage is HI-larious.
I grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen and wrote a little note to Prius Driver, and stick it under their windshield wiper.

So, Whoo-Hoo to the PriuSkeptic from the CiviChicken (I am afraid anything on my bumper will get stolen) and hope they get a kick out of their FSM being appreciated.

And, on a totally different note- PlayReading Committee tonight.

It's Wednesday- WHEN IS LOST COMING BACK?!?!?!

My self- intro to the Chlex fandom

This is the way we earn our fic, earn our fic, earn our fic;
This is the way we earn our fic so late a Thursday evenin'.

Hi, I'm Hequet, and as usual, I'm so late to the party that the man is waving goodbye and heading out the door as I'm signing in.

Background:
Superman fan since the Christopher Reeve films, Lex Luthor fan since L&C:TNAoS's John Shea showed us Lex was way deeper than Hackman managed to bring, Smallville fan since the first teasers came out, and a fan of Mr Rosenbaum since ZoeDuncanJackandJane. I watched the original first runs of that ill-fated show. Seriously. There's what? Like, eight of us? We're rare, but we're there.

I'd never been a hard-core Chlexer before I read "The Autumn People," which spoke eloquently to this particular Clex-HoYay! fan. I think Chloe and Lex bring out the
dig-your-heels-in-and-fight-for-your-principles sides of each other. If they didn't at least respect the innate passion in/of belief in each other, do you think they'd give each other the time of day? Neither wants to destroy the other- She wants to keep him honest, and he wants her to understand that you often have to fight dirty in the midst of "the good fight."

Oooh. Where'd this soapbox come from and why am I standing on it? Anyway. Even though I'm late, I'll try to be a tidy guest.

Now, go and read either The Autumn People or The Martinelli Affair. Go! Vite! Vite! Raus! And I'm not providing you links to either because if you really want to read them you'll bloody well hunt for them like I did.

Also, What the FRAK is happening to The History Channel?

Ok. So I've finished watching my two Episodes of BSG Series One ("Colonial Day" and "Kobol's Last Gleaming") yestereve and left the TV on to flip aimlessly around the channels, as is my wont.
History Channel! Modern Marvels! One full hour (well, minus the many commercial breaks- and didn't it used to be that you paid for cable so you wouldn't HAVE commercials?) of the history and myriad uses of LEAD. Our Friendly Neurotoxin! Killer of the Roman Empire (unless you believe all the empirical data to the contrary, that is.. and I DO!) and the thing that puts the OW in Hot Lead...
So I'm on an info high from watching a program on LEAD (and how it is mined, refined, and made into stuff).
The program immediately following it is....
Countdown to Armageddon. A 2004 History Channel documentary film that reviews the history of apocalyptic literature Armageddon.

On the HISTORY CHANNEL.
Not "The Freaky Ways to Mis-Interpret A Coded Message To His Contemporaries Channel," not even "The Completely Out of Context Channel," the Frakin' History Channel.

Pardon my rant, but I have to deal with enough of this Tim LaHaye crud at work; I'd like to be able to watch television without being subjected to the Christian equivalent of reading chicken entrails for portents of the future.
Humbug.
So we turned the channel and watched the LSU at Florida game instead. Much more fun.

SCIENCE!

Tee, hee, hee.

Those of you who know me will shrug and say, "meh."
Those who don't will raise an eyebrow and shrug.

And Jaclyn will cackle loudly ("BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!") post this on her blog, and promptly use the last panel for her December Greeting Card.

Because I know I would, if I were her.

ETA: Since this post was originally posted, WTTF.org has gone buh-bye. So I stole the image from the WayBackMachine and present it here, fair-use-like, cause I still think it's made of awesome.

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles; Season 2 begins

Just some quick thoughts after watching the Season 2 starter-upper:

***I DRINK YOUR SPOILER MILKSHAKE. ***

No Sarah opening/closing narrations.
CHOPPY Editing
Choppy Storyline- should they have ignored the Ellison storyline in favor of smoother transitions?

This episode felt short compared to the last nine. A few scenes just got jumped into- like the final scene involving S.A. Ellison and Cromartie. (Or did my local commercials run over the scene?)

Cameron panicked! Showed "fear" of impending shut-down. Whether clever "Infiltrator"-style imitations or not, I got suckered into forgetting that she is, after all, just a Frakking Toaster.
And when, exactly, did she "run some tests" and over-ride the Terminate Mission first? Before or after she smooshed Sarah's spleen?

And another Clip from the Past: "Call to him."

And HEY! I thought we frakkin' established during the "SkyNet Is Watching" Panel that there was only one liquid-metal T-1000. Dangit! Now the Wikipedia article is saying that the Comic book is Canon and that's where #2 comes from.
Bah.

Jim Cantore- the Man, the Myth, the weather vane for the Gulf Coast

The major difference between those of us on the Gulf Coast and those people on the Atlantic Coast (and I’m looking right at you, Hilton Beach, North Carolina!) is this:

Jim Cantore shows up in your neighborhood.

If you’re from the Gulf Coast, you scream, “OH, GOD! The hurricane’s coming HERE! Run! RUN for your life!”

If you’re from the Atlantic Coast, you gather around him during his stand-ups and wave like dorks.

Don’t you people know anything!?!? Cantore shows up where it’s going to be the worst! That’s pretty much your last heads-up from the Weather Gods before all hell breaks loose! During Katrina, I watched the Weather Channel the day the storm was scheduled to hit and saw him in a city 20 minutes up I-12 from my hometown. I promptly burst into tears, figuring my hometown was pretty much screwed. The eye of Katrina passed over my hometown.

So, North Carolina, the next time Jim Cantore does a stand-up for The Weather Channel in your hometown or anywhere within a twenty-minute drive? Pack. No, don’t even pack; it’s too late to pack. Just get moving.

Going to DRAGON*CON

OK, y'all; I'm taking the Crescent away from the Cone of Uncertainty near the 3RD anniversary of "The Thing," as Chris Rose calls it, and am headed for Eastern Lands where Dragons and Fae and Dark Shadows pay court to Stars (Trek and Wars) and Skeptics (The Amazing RANDI will be there, kids!) and most of us just spend a lot of time saying things like OOOH and Dude! That was Takei! and Which concourse am I on again? and -my favorite- WHY do I have to choose between seeing Haglund Improv and getting Anne to sign my Pern novel?!?!?

Saturday's going to be hinky, folks- I have seen the enemy and it is time.

Everybody on the Gulf take a deep breath and blow heavily out to sea- maybe we can stall Gustav a bit, neh?

See ya soon!

It's been/ One year since I looked at you

Or typed at you, or whatever.
I don't know what my damage is, Heather.

Just haven't been in productive mode since this time last year, blog-wise.
Got three shows under my belt for the season, though nary a nod Ginny-wise.

Read a lot of books, but forgot to keep track of titles for the checklist.
Re-read Red Mars, in honor of the Phoenix Mission.

Anyway.

Love to the Fiddleheads and the GunFen, too.