70% Geek

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70% Geek

It's Starhunter - not Firefly

Oh F*****CK! I wrote this great, wonderful, witty blog entry about Starhunter and how awesome Percy is, and when I was selecting it to copy it (which I always do before I publish just in case there's a computer snafu in the process and I lose everything), I lost everything. Damn it! Okay, well screw that. I have things to do so I'm not recreating that post. That totally sucks.

Suffice it to say that I like both Starhunter and Firefly, that they're different, that they aired concurrently, and that Starhunter is a forgotten step-child that I watched a ton of (well, most of all of the whopping 2 seasons) and highly recommend. Let me add, too, that I like the original cast better. The first captain was much cooler and 4 main characters was really just fine (I'm including the fussy computer AI, Carvaggio -- who I also liked).

And because I'm so upstanding, I won't even steal this copyrighted image to post. Instead I'll just put in the link: http://sharetv.org/images/starhunter_ca-show.jpg

Go out and get Starhunter DVDs (Netflix has 'em, but will you get them before I do in my Queue? We'll see...). Maybe you'll love Percy, too. I want to be her a little bit, but I just don't have the right stuff. Now on that note,

Later.

I want to believe, too

Oh, people, people, people. I know that I'm sucked into the realm of also wanting to believe what all of the internet ads proclaim to be true:

"Learn about the secret teeth whitening combo discovered by a Mom who spent $10!" I mean, why does it matter that it was "discovered by a Mom?" Does that give it some special credibility? Or are we supposed to think that anyone classified as a "Mom" is so inherently stupid that she couldn't possible "discover" anything useful? I mean, I'm having a hard time discerning the social subtext, here. I mean, why not just say that a secret teeth whitening combo has been discovered? Why bring Mom into it at all?

Well, regardless, I'd love to have whiter teeth for $10. But, you know what? I'm not going to click on that ad because, well, it's just going to hit me with cookes and a bunch of other shit, and my teeth are one of the few things body-image wise that I'm pretty happy with. I like my feet, too, but - like so many other things - that could be a topic unto itself. Feet, I mean. Not necessarily mine, but just observations on feet and how mine stack up and how I like pedicures and whatnot.

But I gotta say, I've been taken in by weight loss ads. Yup, I have a bad enough body image to desperately want to be able to easily lose weight. Yes, I know that diet and exercise are the only proven methods, but I really want it to be as easy as a patch or a pill. I also hope you heard the whining in that last statement: I really, really, REALLY want it to be easy. And fast. Don't forget about fast. So far, I think the only legit way to lose weight fast is to have a colon cleanse, a good old-fashioned high colonic. But I can't do it. I just can't...

But wait! See, now, I have to retract my statement about colonic (aka enema) being quick weight loss. Because I was searching around the internet just now looking for a nice link to put here to support my assumption and lo and behold if I don't discover that it's all... crap! Apparently, it's a myth, as described here: http://www.docshop.com/2008/06/23/colonic-irrigation-for-detoxification-and-weight-loss-healthy-hydrotherapy-or-hucksters-hype/. Wow! And from the well-respected Snopes.com: http://www.snopes.com/horrors/gruesome/fecalcolon.asp. So, I guess that won't work either.

But there are more and more ads that I keep seeing that I still really want to believe. My logic centers say they're BS, but I'd really like them to be true. Here are a few more:

Of course I had trouble finding them, now that I don't want them. So, what can I say? I did find a widget for exercise tips, so I posted it to this blog because I keep planning on doing more exercise and getting in shape, but I haven't written about that, yet. Whatevah.

Anyway, the ads... One has to do with earning $12,000 per day -- I researched it -- a complete myth. Another one shows how someone discovered how to eliminate stretch marks by combining two "great" products. Lastly, all of this "Resveratrol" stuff about how I can lose 10+ years of aging in my face. That would rock because I do NOT like all those little lines and how my eyelids are starting to sag over my eyes. I swear, in like 20 years, I'm not going to be able to keep my eyes open due to saggy lids. Well, then at least the eye lift will be a medically necessary procedure, so probably covered by insurance -- provided an insurance program exists at that point.

And all of the weight loss ones. Yup. I've even sent away for a few free trials: My Ally, the Pink Patch, Slim Seduction. I don't know if I'm allowed to legally write about that, but I'm not slandering anything and last I heard, it was a free country. Anyway, I've tried these products to no great effect for me, and some had some odd side effects for me (yes, I keep reiterating "for me" because I want to be clear that these are my words about my experience and that I'm writing neither for nor against - just a description of what I experienced), so I just wasn't sold.

But I still want to believe and the sheer volume of ads like this out there shows that I'm not alone and that marketers know that. Beware! Believe, but you know, believe wisely.

I know, I know!

Okay, so I know that's it's been, like, a million years since the last time I posted, but it's going to be another million before the next time, too. I'm just spending too much time with too many diverse projects to be able to spend any time potificating in writing on said projects -- as if there were any interest in that by the two people who have ever even read my blog in the first place.

So, now that said, I have to go and get back to what I was doing: posting another blog for the purpose of providing a venue to debut an introductory video of myself for a class. See? I told you it was amazing and exciting stuff that I've been up to. What's that? I didn't tell you? Well, you're not real, anyway, so what does it matter?

Bah. I'll get back to blogging here, at my favorite, most personal spot, at some point before another month has passed. I hope. Yes, I will. Maybe. No, no... really, I'll do a real post on something soon. Hopefully.


Oh! I went and saw the new Star Trek movie last night and I have to say that I was pleasantly suprised. I had my reservations going in, so this movie had to prove itself to me. While I don't think that Spock is slender or spocky enough, the Cap'n surely did his character studies on Shatner's Kirk and got it down pat! Very nicely done, and I really like Scotty, too. Bones also did a great job acting the part, even if the actor's physical characteristics were much larger than Deforrest Kelly. All in all, a rollicking adventure filled with writing that employed our favorite catch phrases ("I'm a doctor, not a physicist!","Fascinating."). It was a feel-good movie that I definitely think did justice to the Star Trek legacy. And I hope they do more.

LasIK surgery makes you beautiful

Okay, so I can hardly see right now. I really can't see what I'm typing. Fortunately, I'm a pretty good hand at touch typing, so that's not too big an issue. I can see the general shapes of the words, so I think it's gonna be okay.





That said, check this out. I just got LASIK surgery two days ago. Today's Saturday and I had it Thursday morning. Gotta say, the surgery was a cinch. The recovery sucks big, hairy, stinky, non-hygienic... things. Chode, really. Blows chunks and every other euphemism for general suckedness. Hey, yeah, I'm totally functional -- and bored because I feel like I want to rub my eyes out and I can't freakin' see anything in front of me. I'm not a big TV watcher, but I've watched a lot through my dorky goggles (high risk of infection due to having pets, so have these protective goggles).





Anyway, I guess I'm not going to go on too much more, maybe later. Just wanted to regale everyone with my bitching about how much I had no idea how much recovery from this commonplace surgery sucks. Basically, I don't know if this is worth it since I pretty much did it for the sake of vanity (okay, and convenience -- it was because my glassess fell off during a concert last summer and there I was crawling around on the ground, in the dark, under people's dancing feet feeling around for my glasses, which I couldn't see to find -- decided then and there that I wanted to get my eyes fixed. But obviously, I'm more beautiful, already, eh? Here I am:

May y'all live long and prosper -- and may my eyes heal faster! (And of course, since I have panic disorder, I'm totally obsessing on how it's not instantaneously perfect and terrified that something is going to go horribly awry -- believe me, in the informed consent information, some really gnarly stuff could happen, but here I had to go and insist that I wasn't going to let my life be ruled by fear...)

I used to be cool...

Found this photo of me when I was, like, 14 and my best friend, Vanessa (she took this picture), and I had bleached my hair because I decided I was tired of the color (I had peroxided the front and sides to have that two-toned look -- it didn't look so good with the perm).

She was, of course, an expert in hair color because she had a multi-colored mohawk. She said we had to bleach it first so that it would take to the dye of the dark brown color that we were going to try to put it back to. We picked a dark ash brown -- wrong choice. It faded within weeks to a nifty dark-green-hued brown. Think... well, you know what's dark-green-hued and brown. It was years before I screwed with my hair color again.

I love Vanessa; she's my soul sister and we are still, truly, like 150 years later (well, it feels that way, anyway), still BFFs.

But look at this picture. Just look how damn cool I was at 14. Smokin', all casual like, bleached hair, black stretch-lace tank top and Ray Bans. When I originally scanned this picture years ago, I cut off the rest of the image. What you don't see are my shit beat up sneakers (Vanessa and I named those shoes: the scummies -- we shared them) with no socks (duh), and worn pegged 501s (done by hand). 1987. And I can guarantee you we were listening to the Violent Femmes, and possibly even taking one, one, one 'cause you left me...

Well, anyway, the picture is so utterly, horribly embarrassing that I just had to put it out there for the whole freakin' world. That girl is still a part of me, though. She's all meshed in there with my nerdy self. See? I can do the Olivia Newton John Grease ending change-up, too... just maybe in reverse.

Man, I just wish I knew everything now like I knew then and was even half as cool...

I challenge other bloggers out there to post their embarrassing teen photos. I can't possibly be alone, here...

Table Cake? Really?

So I was at the grocery store the other night and happened through the bakery department. This particular grocery store happens to have one of the best bakeries in town -- certainly the best of all the grocery stores.

I adore dessert so I always check out the goods, and *unfortunately* frequently buy something. There, sitting on a table, were stacks of cakes.

Lots of different kinds of cakes that were frosted, decorated 8" single layer rounds. They were labeled: Table Cakes (fitting, since they were cakes on a table).

But really? How come I've never heard of table cake? And what's the proper etiquette for them? Are you just supposed to keep cake out on the table all the time, now? I mean, I don't normally keep with social niceties, but hey, if it's cake then I might start!

Did I buy one? That's my secret...

;-)