I’ve been wanting to blog about the new Star Trek movie and share all I have to say about it, which is a considerable amount. But I don’t know how to even broach my feelings on the subject without posting massive spoilers, and even though I could preface my blog with disclaimers and launch forth (or shall I say “engage”?), I hate exposing plots online.
When I heard Fan Boyswas coming to theaters in February, I was itching to get out to see it. Turns out it only debuted in a few select cities and Sacramento was not on the list. Shawn and I talked about driving out to San Francisco for this one. We really did. We went all the way to Vegas not to lay a single coin on a table but just to check out The Star Trek Experience, after all, so the thought of driving two hours for a movie wasn’t totally out of the realm of possibility for us. Couldn’t make it work though.
So here I am on the other side of the digits 3 and 1. On Friday I had some friends over for ice cream cake and a viewing of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog, which was awesome. Thank you Megan for making me not look like the only geek who knows all the lyrics and sings them with abandon.
I spent a morning this week in a client’s cold warehouse computer closet digging through old computer gear and determining what was junk, what was salvage, and what was more or less functional. Forgive me if I find this all kinds of fun.
Three Dog Night is famous for having never been to Spain. I've never been to Vegas. (I've never been to Spain either, but if I were to do a blog purely listing the places I've never been, we'd be in for a long haul.)
A colleague and I are working together to design a geographic information system for a client. Not the hardware and software – we did that too, of course, but that’s easy-peasy. Now we’re into the real fun of plotting out the database templates with projection specifications and metadata protocols. I love this stuff. I love this nitty gritty business of file naming structures and data classified by originator and geography and type. It’s like the satisfaction one acquires when solving a rubik’s cube. I bring order to chaos. Entropy is beaten back for one more day.
I’ve been watching this post-apocalyptic sci-fi show – doesn’t matter which one, pick one – and the fiber enthusiast in me has a serious question. So here you are on a ship in space, fleeing for your life, no renewable resources, low on fuel, and scraping by with the barest necessities for life, and you’re prancing around in brightly colored frocks. That hat you’re wearing, for example, is clearly knitted. So where are the space sheep that are producing all this wool? Frack if I know.
I try not to forward pointless crap to people I like. I know it can be vexing to many people with busy jobs to sort through all that forward-this-on-to-6-people-in-the-next-6-minutes-or-your-cat-will-get-small-pox rubbish. Nonetheless, I occasionally come across some real gems and this one legitimately made me laugh. Rather than plague your inbox, I’ll just post it here. I figure if you’re goofing off reading my blog at work then you are looking for a waste of time and so it’s not my problem.
IT Department Whine List
Your results:
You are Wonder Woman
You are a beautiful princess
with great strength of character.
Ha! I enjoyed this. Passing it along.
