Was It Something I Said?

No, seriously, Universe, why do you not want me to go to Tahoe? Don't make that face, we both know it's true. Our little game is now 20 years old, you're playing dirtier and dirtier, and there's not way I'm ready to give up. No point in denying it. Let's look at the facts:

1987: A weekend at Bernie's place in the Tahoe Keys. What could be better? Oh, I know. Not getting sick and throwing up on their bathroom carpet would be better (incidentally, who the hell has a carpet in the bathroom?). Not spending two days lying on the couch with fever would be better. Not staying home with the 6 year olds and their babysitter, while everyone else went casino hopping would be better. Oh yeah, and being 4 years older and somehow able to take some sort of advantage of the babysitter being a cute 17 year old blond in shorts would have been way better. This, by the way, was also the year I was not taken on the ski trip to Austria because I injured my toe. Nobody bothered to ask me if it still hurt, which it hadn't in months.

1989: A combination of my brother having an accident and a 5.9 earthquake in San Francisco puts my parents off the Tahoe mood, and we fly back to Israel instead.

1990: Daisy goes under. Again, Tahoe is canceled and I get sent back to Israel. A pattern begins to emerge. 1998: Nope, leaving the parents out of the equation does not make a difference. One of the worst rain storms I've ever seen begins as soon as we enter city limits. In the middle of fucking August. We spend the day looking for a place to buy tarp to cover our little tent, but the entire area is sold out. We finally find the last tarp at Meeks and set up camp in the mud. We get the hell out of there the next morning. 2000: I score my first point in the Tahoe game. We actually manage to get to Tahoe and spend a quiet 24 hours in a cabin. Of course, traffic and and snow meant that we spend the other 24 hours of the weekend in the car, but it's progress.

2005: Lack of time, lack of funding, having recently moved from the other side of the planet, and getting some visitors, all spell "No Tahoe this year".

2006: I have my hernia operation right at the beginning of the season, and it puts me out of the game for the entire winter. By some miracle, there's still good skiing on April 30, and we make quick reservations. Screw the awful food-poisoning that Marina got two days before - I'm going to have my day on the slopes if I have to pack her in the trunk. How naive of me. After 7 hours in traffic, they tell us that the roads will stay closed for the night and we have to turn back. We reach Tahoe 22 hours after leaving home, and there's no time for skiing.

2007: We can call this my second point, sort of. Between Marina's school and my work, I get 3 days on the slopes. Am I supposed to be glad because it's better than nothing? I'm not very.

2008: Ski season opens in late December 2007 and we're there immediately. We got a nice hotel, two minutes from the lift, and it's going to be 3 beautiful days on the slopes. I'm so excited! 3 hours after checking in, my temperature is 2.5 degrees (C) too high, and I realize I've just lost another round. $600, hours in the car, a horrible feverish night, and now I have to sit through that ride again with a high fever. We stop in the ER before driving back home, and Marina mentions briefly, while we're waiting, that she thinks we should have a baby. Like I hadn't known for a month now. But she's not pushing or anything, and it doesn't need to be right now. It can wait till next week when I'm feeling better.

Universe, I'm going to get you for this.

Call me Edward Lewis (Livin' Large, Part I)

• Password for concert-ticket pre-sale: $12
• Concert tickets with super good seats: $200
• Plane ticket to Los Angeles: $120
• Overnight airport parking: $30
  
  
• Telling your grandchildren about the time you flew to LA just to watch a Soda Stereo concert and then flew right back: priceless

Stay tuned for Part II.

Such Foolishness

What was I thinking? No, seriously. Was I drunk or something?

Under the Milky Way is by The Church, not Echo & The Bunnymen! E & The BMs did Bring on the Dancing horses.

But now I've downloaded them both, and watched most of season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All is well again.

28 days left

30 minutes into Donnie Darko, and I'm already madly in love. Any movie that features songs by both Tears for Fears and Echo and the Bunnymen is bound for greatness. Also, it's about the end of the world.

Update: Movie's over now. It's what the great poet Eddie Murphy called a "great fucking movie."

Update 2: OK, maybe it's not really great, just really good with a great soundtrack. I dunno. Cuatro estrellas.

Workout

I got home from work today, and my head felt three sizer bigger than it was in the morning. You know how after a day of chasing stuff around, following up, and collecting statuses, all you have is this loud HUMMMM sound in your brain? Like you're all concentrated out for the day, and you can't bear the idea of a thought going through your head tonight. I hate these days.

So I got home with this awful I'm-so-drained-I-can't-even-watch-TV feeling, and I just had to do something about it, or I would spend the entire night tweaking my automatic backup scripts. Again. Enlightenment struck from the most unexpected direction: I'm going to go down to the gym! Yeah, I'm going to sweat me some relaxation.

Before I could change my mind, I quickly changed clothes, made sure the MP3 thing had some decent music on it, grabbed some water, and went down to the gym. I felt good with myself. I felt in control.

When I got back to the apartment, I was feeling positively fabulous. This was the best idea I ever had. Lucky that all the treadmills were taken, and I walked right back home.

Close call. Now let's see if I can get this backup script to run any faster. Got the whole night ahead of me.

Update 4 hours later: I've had time to both do the backup script thing and watch Grave of the Fireflies. I am now both tired and completely, utterly, entirely, depressed. Isao Takahata, I hope you're proud of yourself.

Let's Hit Opening Time

I'm in the kind of mood you get from hearing the Shallow Be Thy Game on the way to work. It is the best kind of mood, so let's get some stuff out of the way before reality ruins it.

Between the Outlook Mountains and the QC River lies the Valley of Routine. It is there that I am trapped most of my days, in constant battle with the warrior tribe of Daily Crap. They are big and vicious, but not one of them is so mighty that it will not be completely forgotten by the time I'm 20 seconds into Fascination Street. That's really all I wanted to say on the subject.

In other media news, Dexter is totally rocking my world. I just finished season one, and it rates a solid five stars on the iDoc scale. Please note that if you're the kind of pussy who minds some blood and screaming on TV, you will definitely want to skip this one. The beauty of this show is that, much like Dexter himself, I can never tell you why I love it so. Also, Darla.

Ariel Ambulance Day was a blast!

This is me, piloting in the real Firefly Ariel Ambulance.

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Thad dressed appropriately for the occasion

And then we went to Maize Maze. It was a-maize-ing fun!

Winter is upon us, and I'm shopping for snowboard shoes and ski-passes. Life rocks.

Oh , and did I mention that I stared learning Spanish a few weeks ago? I've picked up a lot of words from my Argentinean half over the years, but I'm only now starting to learn some sentence structure: Si, mi culo es verde, pero mi hermana es una gatita caliente, y tu mama es tan gorda, sus ojos estan azul azul, y el resto es culo.

28 Sequels Later

I really liked 28 Days Later, and enough people liked 28 Weeks Later for me to give it a shot, so I did. And I just spent an hour and 40 minutes watching Aliens.

I mean, the disc did say 28 Weeks Later, but they just a re-shot the Alien script in London, with the virus playing the alien. The government wants to settle a place that should have been blown up to bits after the event of the first movie, things get out of control again, and the army is sent to do a half-assed job of killing everything that moves.

It suddenly hit me that Sgt. Doyle is, in fact, Cpl. Hicks. Major Scarlet is, of course, Ripley, so determined to save Newt, the scared little blond girl. Scarlet's also a little of a Vasquez, come to think of it. Robert Carlyle plays the queen alien, who now possesses a little intelligence and planning ability, and the little escape capsule ends up carrying an alien. Original.

Not quite worth two hours of my life, and now I have a sudden urge to watch Aliens (the super-awesomelicious director's cut!) again.

Party Animal

Yes, iDoc goes to a comic convention!

Again.

This weekend was Silicon weekend. I've been to 4 large conventions before (Comic-Con and WonderCon, twice each), as well as one tiny convention (APE). Silicon was a whole new experience for me (especially after the overdose that was Comic-Con 2007), because there was so little happening that it was hard to say if the con was on or off.

Except for the dozens of costumed people walking around in the hotel lobby.
And meeting great new Browncoats.
And the night-time parties in the hotel rooms.
And meeting more new Browncoats. Browncoat meetings are always fun, because regardless of differences in age, jobs, talents and background, we are all very passionate about one thing, and in the meetups, we don't really care about anything else.
And learning to waltz.
And dressing up in our finest for an all-geek dance party. And waltzing. And dancing to the Doctor Who theme. And stomping around to the Imperial March with 200 people, including a Sandman, several Kaylees, a Jayne, a french maid, Poison Ivy, and at least two teen-aged zombies.
And yeah, I said I took a waltz lesson. And loved it.

You've never seen a party like the Hallo-Whedon Hootenanny. It started out fun and funny, with some guided waltz, polka, and some guided dancing that I don't even know what to call, with most people in the room not knowing how to dance, but having a great time trying to. Nearly everyone was in costume, or shindig-inspired outfits. About 15 minutes after we arrived, Arielle invited me for a dance, and we pivoted all over the ballroom like was GD Fred Astaire. She's that good a dancer. For a moment it seemed like I could actually dance, and I clung to that illusion for the rest of the night.

Most of the time the music was modern-ish dance music, and people just did their own thing on the dance floor. Somewhere in the middle of all that, they played the Imperial March, and everyone marched around the ballroom, stomping their feet as hard as they could. It was the cleanest joy I can remember. It was all so friendly and open, so pose-less and unjudgemental, so unlike just about any party I've ever been to, that I just wanted to stay there and jump around with those people for hours more.

This is not a feeling I get often. I don't easily meet new people, and I'm terrified of dancing. I don't get to forget this very often, and I am bummed to tears to let this weekend go.

Simply the Best

We just came back from watching Stardust, which we enjoyed immensely. To commemorate the occasion, I will now dig out two posts that have been stuck in drafts for ages. They are both about an author I am somewhat fond of.

1. Neil and I Exchange Views

I’ve been to three Neil Gaiman events in the last year and a half, and they just strengthened what I already knew since reading Good Omens over 10 years ago: he is a god. Yes, it's the same the same Neil I wrote about a year ago, and this event is basically the exact same thing as the others, and what more could I have to say about him, and really who cares, right? Well, fuck you, it’s my blog, and you can go read Digg or something.

Anyway, Neil did a reading for Cody’s books in Berkeley, to promote Fragile Things, which came out last October (I think I mentioned something about listening to the audio book all over Arizona).

The Shuffle Gods are playing Killing in the Name, and I really need to concentrate to type anything that's not now you’re under CONTROOOOL! This was the first Rage song I ever heard, and you never forget a first love. Hey, I was 18, I didn't know about commercialism, I just knew I loved the intro.

I got there 4 hours in advance, as I usually do, and spent most of the day waiting outside with the other two girls who got there that early. We sat there and chatted in the nice weather for about three hours before anyone else showed up, and it was actually very enjoyable - you meet interesting people while waiting in line for events like this. We were still just sitting on the sidewalk next to the theater, minding our own, talking Firefly and Galactica, when this tallish, black-leather-jacket-wearing dude, walking down the sidewalk, suddenly stops and looks down at us. I look up to him, and say "Hello", trying my best to sound like it totally ain’t no thang, "Hello", says Neil Gaiman back to me.

"Hello". Says Neil. Gaiman. Says. To me. Somewhere, Bowie's As the World Falls Down is playing, and I'm feeling very woozy.

Some other words were exchanged between Neil and the two other girls (who were still the only other people in line), but everything got sort of hazy for me at that point. I didn’t dare say another word - I knew that if I opened my mouth, I would just repeat endlessly "He stopped. He said Hello. To me. Didja see that? He. Talked. To me." Louise the Browncoat (who had an amazing Serenity bag) actually got up, shook His hand, and effortlessly said a complete sentence or two. How do people do that?

And then He apologized that He has to go, and followed His handler into the theater.

It’s odd how no music player on Earth seems to have a decently random shuffle, and each player seems to favor different artists in my collection. MusicCube just played another Rage song – Wake Up. Not just a fun song, but also the closing title theme in the first Matrix. Remember how cool that first one was? How long? Not long. 'Cause what you reap, is what you sow!

The event was a reading + Q&A, with no signing. No signing meant a very long reading, and a pretty long Q&A session. Neil Gaiman was charming, funny, and utterly captivating, and there was no way to leave that event and not be a total Gaiman fan (unless you’re, like, totally dead inside - yes, I'm talking to you).

2. Neil Day at SJSU

A mere two months after the historic reading at Berkley, my favorite SJSU student tells me that He’s coming to campus the following week. Joy!

We made a day of it, and I spent it hanging around the campus, feeling pretty depressed, because it wasn't that all those chicks (I mean, uh, young ladies building their education) were so young, it was that I was so much older. Most graduate students were 10 years younger than me! Now that I think about it, there must have been some male students there, and I bet they were a lot younger than me too. But for some reason, I just don't remember anything about them. Huh.

Neil Day was composed of two parts: a live interview early in the day, and a reading in the evening, and both were lots of fun. The interviewer asked Neil the same questions all the other interviewers ask, and Neil gave him the nice detailed-yet-concise answers that he must have composed years ago for the sake of those less-than-original interviewers. There were some new ones, though, and some fun Gaiman anecdotes. Marina was with me, and she was totally beginning to understand why I'm into Him so much. Neil is a great reader, and in the evening session He read some new stuff that He’d never read in public before, which caused the reading to run longer than planned, because he didn’t realize that the last story would take a whole hour to read. Exhausting for Him, wicked fun for us! He also read a fun story named “Orange”, which is all written as answers to some long questionnaire form, only we never get to see the questions , and we sort of had to guess them from the answers. Cool. After the reading, everyone formed a huge line to buy some Neil stuff (they don’t make you, but you really should buy stuff at a signing, because the organizers pay to have these events) and get it signed. I caved in and bought The Ultimate Sandman (which I promised myself not to buy, but it’s just too damn pretty!), and also asked him to sign a poster-ad for the event, and he wrote “me ->” so it would be clear that the girl (Death) is not, in fact, him.


The best part of a signing is the 30 seconds when you get to tell your idol how much you want to have his babies, and if it’s Neil Gaiman, there's actually a chance of something resembling a conversation (for the complete opposite experience, go to a Frank Miller signing). While He was drawing a little sketch in my book (another Neil-only feature, when there are 200 people in line), I used my time for a conversation that went exactly like this:

Fanboy: So did you end up visiting Israel in October?
Him: Yes, I was guest of honor at iCon.
Fanboy: Did you get to see any of Israel, or was it just the con?
Him: I got a morning in Jerusalem, but other than that is was iCon all the way. But it was very bizarre... I have never signed so many bosoms as in Israel.
Fanboy: Ah... I've never been so proud to be Israeli! <laughing - somebody please shut me up>
Him: It only only started getting worrying when I realized how old some of these bosoms actually were.


In my standards, that actually went pretty well. Thank you Neily! But who was that guy butting in on my Neil time? Get the fuck outta there!

Un extraño destino

December 22, 2006. Or so.

8:11PM
Just stopped in the office for half an hour to finish some last-minute commitments before we fly to Hawaii. It's Saturday night, and there isn't another soul in the building, so I turn on some music. Loud.

9:36PM
Damn, this is going to take some time.
iTunes shuffle keeps playing Marina's Latin music. I should erase all the Latin stuff from my computer, or replace iTunes with something than can actually shuffle the music.

10:02PM
Hey, this sounds like a good song. I didn't even know I have this. What is it? Oh, it's another Spanish song. Hit Next .

10:23PM
Holy shit! That security guard nearly gave me a hart attack. WTF you doing sneaking up on me like that? Security hint: if the music is so loud that a herd of goats could show up and nobody would hear it, it probably isn't being played by robbers. Maybe I should turn the music lower, or at least stop screaming along with it.

11:43PM
Hey this is another good song I didn't know I have. Ugh, great intro, then he starts singing in Spanish again - some Soda Something band that Marina is really into these days. For the fourth time tonight.

12:36AM
If I live to be a hundred, I will never ask anyone to draw an ERD ever again -this shit is taking forever.
Hey, what's this song, sounds like a good beat - oh, it's those Soda guys again.

2:16AM
I can't believe I'm doing this the night before my vacation. Who the hell picked these Visio stencils? Someone must die for this!
And it's been 3 hours since iTunes picked anything good. Gawd, my music is old. Isn't there something I haven't heard a million times? Where's that Soda Stuff? Soda Stereo, yeah. I'll put some of their stuff on. Not bad at all.

3:15AM
I hate ERDs. I hate Visio. I hate my life. Soda Stereo's fun, though.

3:55AM
Done. Going home now. Good thing I had the right music to keep me awake this long...

3:56AM
Wait. Did I just become a Soda Stereo fan?

Hell yes! I'm a total fan of an Argentinean band, and I'm man enough to say it. And that's really the point of this entry, besides the fact that I spent an entire night drawing two stupid diagrams. When we were talking about going to Argentina (which isn't going to happen this year either), I actually searched the net to see if maybe they're on tour and we can catch them while we're there, but it turns out that they broke up 10 years ago. Bummer.

Yesterday.

Working:hoursPM
Google for stuff.
Google for more stuff.
What's on Digg? Usual crap. Some joke gets 2000 Digg, and I have it in my Netscape 3.0 mail archives from 1996. I feel old.
Google for some hot chicks. Can I take a peek without anyone noticing? I feel pathetic.
Google "soda stereo tour us". Hold on. EXCITEMENT!!! They're playing in LA this November! I am so flying there just for the show.

And maybe that is my point today - I fucking LOVE living here. Oh dear, what will I wear?

More than Meets the Eye

So what, She's partying with mom in LA, and I'm supposed to stay home and cry myself to sleep in front of Red vs. Blue? Hell no. I went to watch Transoformers.

AND IT KICKED TOTAL ASS!

Not not just partial ass. Total ass. There was no ass left unkicked. None.

I can already tell, this is going to be one of those total adrenaline-rush posts where you can't really follow what I'm saying because I'm so totally EXCITED!

It's, like, everything I could hope this movie would be, and then lots more. It's just, just, perfection. The robot designs are incredible, the noises were just right, the transformation effects are SO much cooler than you think, the "dialog" was a wonderful mix of classic Transformers quotes text that actually served the story, such as it was, and most of the old friends were there (no Soundwave, unfortunately. I'm a big Soundwave fan).

I wish someone had a camera to shoot my face during the first 30 minutes of the film, which were some of the most enjoyable minutes I've had in a movie theater (obviously, I've never dated Alanis), and I would then upload them and you wouldn't believe that weren't Photoshopped, because I'm, like, all wide eyes and open mouth going "wow". Yes, I'm totally channeling Laarni. A bit.

Speaking of Laarni, I really wish I'd listened to her viewing tips more carefully. About half way into my Coke, I remembered that she said NOT to get one, because it's a long ass movie, and you don't want to miss any of it. Too late - I was twisting in my seat the entire second half of the movie.

More wishes. I wish that the same person who had that camera would have then used the camera to smash the face of the guy sitting next to me into a thick dark red cereal. He was the loudest, most obnoxious asshole I've seen since that stupid bleached ho that kept answering her phone during the The Two Towers.

But anyway. Transformers - the most fun a guy can have when his wife is out of town.

Megan Fox (thanks Maxim!), though - dangerously close to crossing that "fun" line.

Trip Photos!

The Wife and Her Mother flew to LA this morning, and I had to wake up at 6:30am to drive them to the airport, which turned out to be a good thing – I was home by 8:00, all ready to dive into Bachelor Sunday. And oh, what a Sunday it is turning out to be!

The pants came off before the door was closed behind me, and the music, man music, came on almost as quickly. This whole remote-control-for-the-computer thing is definitely a keeper.

What to do with all this freedom? What to do??? I finally watched Layer Cake , which I found highly enjoyable (notice that the “highly” is in italics, which pushes it up a notch). I’m a total Daniel Craig fan now. Wasn’t Casio Royale great? I’ve practically given up on Bond films, but Daniel Craig is just what the series needed. Of course, Eva Green didn’t hurt either. Not one bit.

The Layer Cake disk had the Kung Fu Husle trailer on it, which reminded me, WHY HAVEN’T YOU SEEN IT YET? Fun kung fu scenes, dancing psychopathic gangsters, a hero that needs to be discover himself, and a cute girl that just may be his. I laughed, I cried, I clapped my hands with joy, and then I laughed more. Whee!

Cleaned up the living room a bit, and made lunch. Trader Joe’s instant couscous, topped with eggs over easy, with Costco sweet rolls on the side. The lunch of kings!

Apres-lunch, I started re-watching Red vs. Blue from the beginning. If you happen to be my downstairs neighbor, I’m sorry I was laughing so hard with the windows open, but it was too nice outside to turn on the AC. If you’re my upstairs neighbors, you should know that having your windows closed didn’t quite keep your private acts private, but it was good to know that I’m not the only one enjoying the weekend. Sounded like your lunch was way, way, better than mine. Thanks for sharing, guys!

Enough with this crap, let’s see some colors! I finally sorted through the 1500 Alaska pictures and the ones worth viewing are up. It will be years before I properly sort all the Hawaii pictures, so just head over to the Picasa page and go through some stuff the what we happened to upload while we were still in Hawaii.

I just looked at some of the pictures again, and I just can't believe we went to such beautiful places. We so rock.

The music shuffle is playing Teenage Dirtbag. Where do I even have that song from?

Obviously no relation to me

99.1

It's both my anxiety level as The Trip approaches, and The Wife's first year grade average.

Ninety nine. Point one.

Oddly enough, if you apply the Fahrenheit-to-Celsius conversion formula to her average, you get mine.

I'm so proud.

I Think I'll Keep Her

True life story:

Her: In Charlie's Angels, what do they call the computer?

My: The computer?

Her: Yeah, the box with the speaker that talks to them.

Me: Charlie.

It's at 12:30am, and the last paper of the semester is finally done. Maybe you had to be there.

Check it out - an Iron Man movie!

Not many details anywhere, but the suit looks pretty neat!

It's WonderCon time again!

Yep, ah shore loves me some Con. I get so excited before the Con, and so bummed and empty when it's over. But by the time I get to a computer and try to blog all I've gone through in the previous days, I can't find the words or even clearly remember my feelings. There was something about a feeling of belonging, and the freedom of being as geeky as I want to be. There was something of the joy of meeting nice people, mixed with the frustration of being too much of a nutless introverted idiot to actually talk to any of them. Ooh, and Ali Larter. Let's not forget Ali Larter.

<save doc, then go away for a week>

Let's get busy already.

Childhood dream come true #17: Making friends with Sergio Aragones. Me and Sergio is real tight.


Q&A with Richard Hatch, Apollo in the original Galactica, Zarek in the new one.


You'll never guess who this is.
Give up? It's Elvira! I know!


Turns out the her real name is Cassandra Peterson, not Elvira, Mistress of the Dark (who would have believed?), and she appears to be a totally respectable person. How can this be? You used to be so, so, so prefect, and now you're telling me it wasn't your real hair? I feel so decieved. Just tell me you really did that thing with the tassels at the end of the movie.


What's hotter than an Elvira? A Linda Tran. Way hotter. I mean, he-llo there.



Not great shots, but I was too weak in the knees to ask her to look up for a photo, so I had to wait for a TV interviewer to stop by.

From the nice-people-who-played-small-parts-in-Star-Wars corner, I bring you:

Ray Park (Darth Maul, and also Toad from X-Men)


And Bonnie Piesse, who played (not yet Aunt) Beru in Attack of the Clones. Did I ever tell you how much the Beru and Owen thing pissed me off when I saw Clones? Well it thoroughly did. She seemed very nice, though.


The main actors from 300. I don't know if I'm really going to like it, but it looks like clean, thought-free fun.

Frank Miller broke his leg (or something) so he wasn't able to attend in person. He sent a video clip saying hello and hoping we'll like 300. So far, I hear everyone has, so maybe there's hope.



Gotta go read Marina's paper. Continue later.

Noriko Nakagawa

Japanese girls. Pretty, little Japanese schoolgirls. Pretty, little Japanese schoolgirls, butchering the shit out of each other. Japanese schoolgirls are like donuts - all covered in sugar, and they make Homer go "Mmmm..."

Have you seen Battle Royale yet? You should: 20 sugar-coated Japanese school girls, 20 other characters who were not Japanese school girls (who cares, right?), Takeshi Kitano (Zatoichi, and more importantly Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence), one island, three days. Last one alive is allowed to go back home.

On second thought, maybe it isn't for everyone.

I watched the movie, and I kept thinking, damn, you Japanese are so messed up. Why do you scream all the time? Why can't your movies have proper endings? For that matter, why can't the stories make any sense? What's with the "explanatory" flashbacks at the end, that only make things weirder? Why do your girls stop wearing those hot school outfits when the finally reach legal age?

Anyway, I give it 4 stars on the iDoc scale. The fourth star is not for strong plot, if you get my meaning, but they earned it. Apparently there's an American remake coming out next year. What are they going to do? Put the Olson twins in it? Ooh, maybe they will bring the original actresses. They should be about 20 years old by now.

Oh, Noriko, I would totally save you for last.


But if that Mitsuko chick shows up, we're history, you know?


I've been postponing the Hawaii pictures for three weeks, but as soon as I see a minor covered in blood, I can't wait to post it. I'm sure this surprises no-one who knows me.

Penn Jillette

Neil asked, and I must obey:
Penn Jillette