Author: NiteMayr

I watched the "classic" Blob movie this morning (starring Steve McQueen if you are not sure which one I am referring to).  Besides observing why Steve McQueen was popular (dude could act).  I percolated an idea for a sequel that would use the trope of current events to unleash the Blob on middle American once again, and I don't mean .

     The premise, 60 years after the Blob was airlifted from Downington to the Arctic, the dire warnings of Al Gore have found the ear of the Air Force personnel in charge of monitoring the Downington Blob and they have decided that the Arctic is no longer cold enough and decide to move the Blob south to the center of the Antarctic.  An airlift is organized and the capsule is retrieved from the Arctic. 

     Mid-flight (over the US, in a bit of bad planning of course) the plane is downed by a massive thunderstorm over Arizona.   The Capsule is dropped west of a small town, not far from Phoenix.  A massive heatwave has forced all but the hardiest of the citizenry into their homes, even late at night.  The Blob defrosts into a series of smaller chunks that spread through the sewers of the town, crawling into homes via their toilets and sinks.  The Blob slips into the throats of sleeping citizens and gestates there, taking over the bodies while keeping them alive along to keep the Blob at body temperature.  Some citizens are walked into the capsule to be eaten, some are used as puppets to maintain secrecy.  The giveaway is that the intrusion of the blob gives them a distinctive walk or wight loss (as they have been eaten from the inside out).

    Obviously the military investigates the crash, but are dissuaded about the capsule by a Blob puppet who shows them an emptied portion and "confirms" that the blob was simply burned up by the crash.

    Like the first film, the Blob is discovered by some kids who attempt to convince the authorities that there is something going on with the people that have been taken over by the Blob.  They use cell phone cameras to video tape an old woman being collapsed from within by a Blob and post it on YouTube.  In Downington a 67 year old Steve (played by Damien Lewis in makeup) sees the video on his Grandkids computer and investigates it with his contacts in he Air Force.

    The Air Force decides to cordon off the town with the help of the National Guard and the Army.  It is too late, as some of the puppets have made their way to Phoenix.

    The movie is left with an apocolyptic moment when a Blob rises from the Desert Floor, ringed with thunderstorms and tornadoes, making it's own weather due to its sheer volume.  Phoenix is destroyed by the Blob before Steve works with Danny (his Brother in Law) to develop a refrigerant bomb that causes an endothermic reaction in the Blob, killing the main body.

The writer is free to add in social comments like discussions about Global Climate change and Fox News/Pundit jokes.

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Well, Not Yet.

Not Yet.

Here is our New Place

It is a three bedroom 3 story unit, the master bedroom opens onto the balcony you see above the garage.  I think it faces North and South, which makes for dim mornings and hot afternoons.  It has a nice finished basement which means I can hid my TV and sound system down there.  Good stuff.

I took a few pictures when we toured it, but I'll take better ones when we do the move-in inspection.  I think I will document the whole deal here so that we can be sure that no one forgets it the way it was.

This also mean that yes, I will be living and working in London Ontario.  Starting February 11, I will be working in London for a software firm.  As I don't want to run afoul of any bad luck, I won't spill anything about it.

The Office is about 15-20 minutes from the house, the house is next to a nice school.  Bonus.

There are some stores nearby, I wonder if the nearest Walmart is 24/7?  The best sign I saw was that they had about 20 Rock Band units for the 360 there.  I could have my Family band together by mid-March.  Lol.

I'll be moving in tomorrow and in the unit to LIVE as of Sunday night. 

Oh yeah, if you are in Canada and not aware, the weekend of the 18th is a long weekend.  Also Bonus.

I expect to move this PC that I'm tapping away on to the new house on Sunday, which puts me out of reach for the Internets for about 3 to 5 days.

This also sucks.

I'm gonna call my potential new ISP today and ask if I can have the service setup before my phone arrives.  Should be a fun conversation.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

Please indulge a short flight of fancy whereupon I delight you with a tale of Olde Giants and Vassals to the Lord.

Imagine for a moment that there are Giants that live amongst us, some small giants that are barely larger than a house and some massive giants who can step from continent to continent and their very breath alters the weather as they go.  Now imagine that these Giants crap gifts.  They excrete money and gifts.

Mmmm.

Now, to make a living people can choose to live ON the Giants.  In fact, without armies of people on the Giants to tend to their health and protect them from other Giants, our Giants would actually die.  As long as they have their little armies though, they keep on living, immortal and fairly unaware of anyone but other Giants, their armies (whom they sometimes swipe off to assuage their vanity) and their food.  They stride from place to place pooping out prizes and eating whatever strikes their fancy. 

The Kings of the Lands realize that they can't fight the Giants, but can employ Giants to fight on their behalf.  Whole human armies are supplied by the poop of a given Giant and it's own army of helpers.  Some Giants employ smaller Giants to act on their behalf, but most Giants exist by eating stuff they find lying around or other Giants. 

The Vassals all need to live off of the crap the Giants poop out, because the Lords and Kings have all given the Giants free reign to roam over the lands and people as long as they keep crapping out prizes for the ones that aren't crushed or eaten. 

So Vassals and Lords alike are held in thrall by Immortal Giants who crap prizes and eat up all the land.  Too bad.

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

Originally posted on nitemayr.vox.com

Utilikilt’s irreverent “license agreement” – Boing Boing

CJ from Utilikilts writes: “I am responsible for receiving and cataloging all the images customers send in to our web site. We use the images on our web site, in our marketing literature, etc, so we need to inform our customers about this and get a release from them. So I wrote a release they would WANT to sign! I

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  These pleated affairs are not Kilts, they are skirts.  If you want to wear a skirt, then say so.  Don’t hide behind Scottish Culture’s wrapped tartan midriff to pretend otherwise. 

Basic rules of Kilt Wearing:

No Sporran = Not a  Kilt 
Pleats = Not a Kilt 
Shaved or less than shaggy legs = Not a Kilt

There you go, basic rules for Kilts.  Also, if you can’t roll your Rs, then you are banned from ever evening thinking of wearing a Kilt.  Unless you are a girl, then Sally Forth!

I was in London today for an Interview (I go the Job!)  I've got another job interview with the Local Nuke Plant and one with an Automotive Firm up on Manitoulin Island in the next week or so so I'm kind of in a bind on the Job thing.  One one hand I have a generous offer from the Firm I interviewed with today  and on the other I have tried to get into the Local Power Concern for years and finally have an Interview for a decent job with them.

The Culture at the firm today seemed really awesome, however I really want to make sure that I give these other two firms a go.  It has been six months since I left Symantec and I want to ensure I make the best possible decision.

Please enjoy this short video presentation about my drive home.  It's one long shot and demonstrates the kind of weather we get up here in Bruce County.  The Song is "Midnight Cowboy"

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1llNYAlYrc
Oh what the hell, one more. Are you digging on this now?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HerpGwbLSM8
As a follow-up to my last post on the matter, here is the first Saul Williams track I ever heard.

What do you think?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNWJNS89Rek
Hmm,

Coldcut and Saul Williams deliver another memorable sermon.

If you haven’t heard from these artists I heartily endorse their music and encourage you to check them out.

I listened to this today while I was reading “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” which has been ruined for me by the Movie of the Same name. I always enjoy reading Hunter Thompson, he’s the kind of writer that turns the banal into a freak-trip. Even the darkest of trips becomes a delight through his freakish muse.

Where was I? Saul Williams, failed musical experiments aside, you should at least look into his work, especially the drum and bass collaborations he has been involved in.