ugh

I usually don't do memes but ...well, I'm really bored. Enjoy.
1. ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet, current car): Alice Sable

2. GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite kind of shoe): Coffee Sneaks

3. HIPPY NAME: (what you ate for breakfast, fav tree): Toast Bonsai

4. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born): LeRoy Rexburg

5. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name): Barbr

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (favorite color, favorite drink): Black Diet Coke

7. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers/grandmothers): J.D. Joseph

8. STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): Black Pop Rocks

10. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 4th grade teacher’s last name, a city that starts with the same letter): Kleck Kalamazoo

11. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Summer Pansy

12. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now) Orange Jammies

March can't get here soon enough

Every comic and movie lovin' cell of my body is screaming for the calendar to move faster so March 6th will arrive so I can go see Watchmen.





This is one of the best comics of all time and the thought of seeing this on the big screen is right up my nerdy alley. Which is not the same as my Kirstie Alley, who is locked in my basement, wearing a gimp mask, and totally blowing her diet.





Also, Rudy Ray Moore is dead. While those of us who fight The Man pause for a moment of silence to honor the man who was Dolemite, those of you with teenaged daughters can breathe a sigh of relief.

...stupid life...

The last month or two have been odd.
I went to Spokane for a job interview, was offered the job, accepted the job, then subsuquently turned the job down (after the job description changed four times in a matter of weeks, and it had turned into a demotion instead of a promotion) and did not, in fact, move to Spokane after I was half packed. *sigh*
The Hertz manager, Eddie, in Jackson Hole had a heart attack the same day that Jackson lost most of its seasonal workers. Thus they were very short of help and I spent many days commuting to Jackson to work. Worked 18 out of 20 days at one point. Not fun.
The result of these things transpiring is that I have had no desire to blog whatsoever. I have had watched a few movies (listed/graded below) and discovered a few TV shows that I kinda dig.
I like Fringe on Fox. Obviously it owes a lot to the X Files and Kolchak, but it's pretty well done. All two episodes I've seen. Third episode tonight. Whee!
I've been trying to watch Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations on the Travel Channel. He's smooth, full of common sense and cooking/travel knowledge, and is probably the coolest guy in the room. He's a joy to watch because of his joy. Conversely, my friend Sean Sean hates him for the exact reasons I dig him. Buzzkill.
I've been listening to Les Savy Fav, Jon Spencer, Tool, Deltron 3030 and Nine Inch Nails.
Here's what I've been watching, movie-wise...

29. Firefly season 1 A
30. Serenity B+
31. Succubus: Hellbent F
32. 5ive Girls F
33. Being There A
34. Burn After Reading B
35. Hellboy: Blood and Iron B
36. Holes: C+

Peace out

P.S. I'm sure you'll all be ecstatic to know that I have begun growing the winter beard. I pledge to get it larger, more voluminous, and gnarlier than last year.

I pretty much despise politics...

so this is prolly 'bout as political as I'll get in this blog. This is a picture of old man McCain, his wife, and his not-too-bright looking busty daughter. I found it under the caption "Two reasons I'd vote for McCain".
That amused me (which politics rarely do) so I thought I'd share.

I Hate People part 1128

So I'm working at the airport and it appears to be Missionary Homecoming Day. Every time a flight lands there are scads of shiny Mormon families with their matching haricuts and homemade dresses waiting for the aforementioned missionary.

Side note number one. A few years ago the Mormon church came out with a suggestion that families wait at home for the missionary to arrive (picked up by maybe just Mom and Dad at the airport proper) so that it wouldn't become a distraction in a public place. This suggestion has apparently gone the way of the dodo.

Side note number two. When I returned from my mission (at this very same airport) I got off the plane and found...nobody. I went to the bag carousel and while I waited there my mom tapped me on the shoulder, gave me a brief hug, and said "I'll be in the car." I collected my bags and headed for said auto where my father popped the trunk (he didn't exit the car until we got home) and said "How you doin?" You know what? It was perfect. No spectacle, no showboating, no fuss.

Unlike this airport today.

My favorite parts today in no particular order.

1. The flight landed at 8:26, the bags were on the carousel by 8:41 and now at 9:21 one of the families is still here there are (hang on a sec...) 17 people not including the missionary. Please, people, for the love of all this is holy, take your inbred lookin' children who can't sit still or be quiet and go home.

2. The family who, I assume, is welcoming a missionary who had gone to Japan. I assume this because this family of indistinguible members are all wearing these...

on their pointy heads. Yep, nothing quite like seeing a gaggle of white, Mormon Idahoans wearing (perhaps) mocking headwear to salute another white, Mormon Idahoan who appears to be quite proud of his status as dojo master.

3. The mom who brings four kids (the oldest, I'm guessing is five) who all have balloons. Firstly, they arrived waaaay too early, and secondly, when (inevitably) one of the urchins loses control of their balloon and it sailed to the very high ceiling never to be retreived, the child freaked. This was followed by his siblings mocking him with their still-possessed balloons and he mother reading (I wish I was making this up) Better Homes and Gardens while ignoring her four shreiking whelps completely.

So, again, I hate people.

Sigh.

This seems cheesy and dumb, no?

Oh, yeah, this is awesome.