Friday, November 30, 2007
This is seventeen seconds long. Watch it.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
For years I've been scribbling notes about what teaching is, along with other things my students say or thoughts I've had. They've built up in my desk caddy, so here they are. Enjoy!
In case you missed them:
Thanks to AmyJ for this video of prisoners in the Philippines practicing a stage production of Michael Jackson's Thriller:
Today I'm listening to: Rob Viktum!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
We watched the new Transformers movie this weekend. It was the most horrible atrocious piece of crap since Swordfish. Wretched! So there's a car, and it speaks with songs through the radio for some reason, and then the girl's driving a hundred miles an hour to rockin' thrash music, then Optimus Prime (who, thank heaven, remained a semi truck) starts blabbering on about how courageous and noble humans are, and the Barbie model British lady beats all the NASA scientists to cracking the alien code, and there's a boom box which finds the kid's grandpa's glasses on eBay, and then the fifty-foot brightly-colored robots hide – successfully! – from the kid's parents.
And who gives a [bad word] about the soldier we barely meet, trying to get home to his newborn daughter? Get to the murderous death robots! Oh, that girl he's trying to hook up with is a felon because she had to help her dad steal cars? Who [very bad word]ing gives a flying [inappropriate language]!? Go [bad word] yourselves, humans! Let's see some more laserbeam painbots attacking each other, please! If John Turturro hadn't been in it (and what the hell is he doing in that turd of a movie?), it would have been completely worthless.
Oh, yeah – the special effects were pretty cool. But it should have been 20% talking and 80% robots destroying cities and each other. Not the other way around! And here's another thing – taking an overweight black man and making him act like a total buffoon, but then also saying he's a genius master hacker is not avoiding stereotypes! Arrrgh!
I should have known, after Armageddon. If I'm ever tempted to watch another Michael Bay movie ever again, please sign me up for a frontal lobotomy. I mean, look at the guy – what a monkey turd!
Then today I had to listen to my students enthuse about how excellent the movie is. And only one – one – had seen 1986's Transformers: The Movie cartoon. At least he understood.
So then I went around looking for said cartoon film at
Transformers the way they're supposed to be! Note the total lack of moron humans and their cretinous efforts to get back to their newborn babies.
Also: Peep Coach Z and Peacey P's rap song! And ya don't stap!
Today I'm listening to: Autechre! The most excellent IDM (damn I hate that term) album of all time? Well, one of the most excellent, surely.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I needed a table. I went to Savers. I paid three dollars for a black table. I didn't like the nasty dark paint-chipping look. I went online and read about ways to remove paint.
I went to many stores, looking for paint remover. (My preferred store was closed, and this could not wait.) Finally I arrived at Menards, where a nice man showed me to the strippers. I bought a stripper, and a scraper tool, and some sponge brushes, and some wood stain, and some sealant (for a nail hole – unrelated to the table), and some vinyl gloves (men's gloves, the package assured me).
I came home and put the stripper on the table. I waited a little while, then started scraping. Scraped some more. Scrape scrape scrape. My hand ached and cramped. Still I scraped. The table surface was easy; the legs took much longer for some reason. Scrapeity scrape. No time for video games, I've got to finish this table. (Hey, that's a double entendre!)
As I neared the end of the stripper phase, I realized I wasn't using enough stripper. I started using more and didn't have to scrape so much. There's a lesson here, kids: Use more chemicals! Finally, all the ugly black paint was gone. (Well, actually, it was in powder form on the basement floor.)
Then I applied the stain. Brush brush. This part was very easy. It went on smooth, like a mountain stream. Then I let it dry overnight. The next morning it was still icky. After school it still wasn't done. Sticky sticky, every time I went down to check. I waited another night. Then I took an old towel and rubbed off the residual ickyness. Now I have a beautiful table for to hold my Wikipedia books. Hooray!
What's that? Did I forget to take a "before" picture? Did I just copy the "after" picture and select the table and slash the brightness? Of course not! Don't be ridiculous.
XRaye is fun for a few minutes. Probably via MoFi.
Today I'm listening to: MC Lyte!
MadWomen for Peace (incl. Diane)