My friend Mike pointed me to a trailer for the up and coming Sin City film. Oh my god… I’m a huge Frank Miller and Sin City fan, and this trailer looks pretty nice (please hollywood, don’t screw this one up. I beg you…). Some of the shots from the movie look as though they have been lifted straight from the comics too.
I’m pretty excited for this. Remind me not to let my expectations get too high though. I don’t think that I could live through another DareDevil fiasco…
This 26 year old steelworker is in the process of fabricating a giant mechanical robot that a human will be able to operate with typical everyday movement:
“When completed, the idea is for the pilot to be able to strap himself into a central, padded compartment, and then control the mecha with the motions of his own body. When the pilot walks, the mecha walks. Raise an arm and open a hand, and the mecha does the same, with 46 possible movements planned.”
Holy crap. I’m the same age as this guy and I haven’t built a giant robot yet. What is my problem? I’m such a huge slacker!
This dude is constructing this feat of awesomeness in his own backward! For now, I’ll make myself feel better by using that as an excuse. He’s got a backyard. I don’t. I mean, if I had a backyard, I’d probably have built all sorts of cool stuff by now. Damn this apartment living lifestyle!
I did some good stuff this weekend. Yep… good stuff. I went to New York City with my totally tubular housemates to visit my totally tubular friend, Todd. Todd is rad. He’s like the big brother I never had (fists and all). When Todd and I get together, we instantly regress to a freshman-in-high-school-like relationship. It’s great. We tell each other how hot each other’s mom is, we punch each other in the arms (well, Todd mostly punches me), we sing punk rock lyrics, we play with each other’s toys (Macs, cell fones, guitars, cds…), etc…
On Saturday we saw Todd’s band, Dumo. They were pretty fun… good stage presence, good vocals, expensive beer ($3 for a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon… a CAN!? Well, I guess it is New York City). Then we were off to Times Square, where I took that exquisite camera fone photo of todd.
At Todd’s house in Brooklyn, he had no heat or hot water. You’d think that the Technical Project Manager for zingy.com (who gets paid more than god, I might add), would be able to afford heat and hot water. But like I said, it is New York City. So, in Todd’s arctic tundra, I slept on the floor… fully clothed, including my shoes and coat.
Sunday morning = the best omelet that I’ve ever had. It was Mexican.
I really can’t believe that I only took one photo during the entire weekend. If Todd were here right now, I’d tell him to email the photos and video that he took this weekend… or else I might have to post some of the photos and video that I have from years long since passed. (If this were some kind of futuristic video blog, there would be a flashback/dream sequence thingy now. Nope. Sorry. None for you.)
Snow! It rocks. I know it’s inconvenient and wet and cold… but hot damn! I just love it. I love looking at it, listening to it, touching it, eating it. I love wearing a sweatshirt underneath my jacket. I love watching movies while it’s snowing outside. I love wearing boots. I love coming inside and drinking coffee. I love tromping around in fresh snow…
I also enjoy long walks on the beach, candle-lit dinners, romantic movies, and… Oh, wait. That’s for a different website.
We entered Winter once again
Naked, freezing from my breath
‘Neath the lid, all limbs tucked away
This coffin is your abode from now and onwards
I am burned out.
Need beer. Need burrito. Need bed.
This weekend should be nice though. I’m going to see my pal Todd in NYC. Todd is the coolest. He loves with his fists. I’ll probably come home with battle scars. I will be sure to snap some photos.
That’s all I can muster for now. More later…
Clearly, I’m insane. This is nothing new to the people who know me well. The following inventory should be used as documentable proof of my dementia. Use it responsibly… I hear insanity is contagious.
List of things that I currently carry in my pockets at all times:
1. Keys
2. Mini Mag-Lite (attached to keys)
3. Leatherman SideClip
4. Pilot Precise V7 Rolling Ball Pen (red)
5. Burt’s Bees, Beeswax Lip Balm (.30 oz.tin)
6. Sony Ericsson T-610 bluetooth camera fone
7. Wallet with all the appropriate accouterments (thanks Sarah)
8. Collapsable travel toothbrush
Total Current Weight = 1.24 lbs. (according to the FedEx scale at work)
In addition to the above, I often carry the following:
9. Palm Tungsten E with 64mb expansion card
10. 20gb Second generation iPod
11. Sharpie Fine Point Marker (black)
Total Additional Weight = 1.16 lbs.
Total Weight = 2.4 lbs.
Why do I carry so much crud around with me? I have no idea. How do my pants stay up? I have even less of an idea. What I do know however, is that I couldn’t imagine facing the day without all of that stuff. What about you? How much gear do you carry around?
“Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. ‘What has it got in its pocketses?'” – Gollum
Yesterday was a weird day. All day long it just felt weird. There were anxious moments… I sat through a meeting discussing the upcoming uncertainties at work. There were depressing moments… I worked on a photograph of a friend’s grandfather, who is not doing well. There were awkward moments… conversations that didn’t quite flow (but have since been resolved). Fun moments… hanging out with some current housemates as well as housemate alumni. And, then there were frightening moments…
Here’s the gist: Last night, at 2 a.m., some random stranger entered my apartment, climbed the stairs, and attempted to invade the bedrooms (and occupy the beds… much to the surprise of those bed’s current occupants) on the second floor. My quick-thinking housemate, took charge of the situation and promptly ejected this dude from our apartment. No one was harmed. Nothing was stolen. I, living on third floor, basically slept through the entire incident.
That shit is fucked up. I don’t really know how else to put it.
The most important thing here is that my second floor peeps seem to be ok, albeit slightly shaken up.
Anyway… I’ve been on the internet all morning trying to find a place where I can order an ED-209 to patrol the downstairs while we sleep. That mofo is brutal. It nearly destroyed RoboCop. If only it could walk down stairs…
Sambot.com has hit a very important milestone this morning. Yes, there comes a time in every young blogger’s life where she or he must confront this demon. It’s inevitable, evil, and uncalled for. Yet, it’s also a sign of growth… an indication that this little blog is reaching out and touching the lives of the belligerent. Touching them right in grundle.
At this point, I’d like to call attention to my very first hostile comment to a post (and of course, it was posted by Anonymous). It came late last night, to my second post (posted Tuesday, October 26, 2004 at 4:03 pm) entitled, New iPods. I care… don’t I? Here it is… oh, pay special attention to the “apple sucks ass” opening and closing tags (as any web monkey knows, it’s crucial to close those tags… some impressive html here!):
apple sucks ass
that is why you did not buy it sammy
(remember ipods have awful sound for an insanely high price. ipod=ipiss)
apple sucks ass
See… isn’t that nice? I feel like I’m really doing something worthwhile for the community. Anyway, I truly feel like an adult blogger now. It’s like I just had my Blog-Mitzvah! And now, I’m a man.
*NEWS FLASH* I’ve just noticed that there is another stellar comment! This time it was posted to Ummm… Nice Socks. Again, brilliant in it’s simplicity: “apple sucks.” Oh, Anonymous… one day we shall know your true identity. Hopefully then, we will understand your rage…
Apparently, I’m all about the linkage today…
Would you like to know what your favorite cartoon character’s skeleton looks like? I know that I would. Here is a gallery by Michael Paulus displaying his interpretations of the skeletal structure of some well known cartoon heros. Totally brilliant!
Have you ever asked yourself, “What would happen if zombies took over my town?” I know that I have. Have you ever asked yourself the follow up question, “What would I do if zombies took over my town?” The answer is probably, die at the hands of the walking dead, or even worse, become a zombie yourself. Do you want to know why you would fail so pathetically? Because you’ve never seen Gabriel Koenig’s How to Survive a Zombie Epidemic. Click here to download it… if you know what’s good for you.
