Month: May 2002

  • FAT32 -> NTFS = BAD

    I don’t remember why I did it. I should have known better than to do it. A few weeks ago I converted the D: drive in Ryoko from FAT32 to NTFS.

    And now I can’t delete or install anything on that drive. I’m going to have to back up what I can and blow that partition straight to hell. Waaah! All those games! Er, I mean, all of that important data!

    Let this be a lesson to you, my followers. Thou shalt not put thine faith in the tools of Microsoft. To do so is to risk eternal damnation, or at least a lot of lost data.

  • All Suicide Bombers Should See This

    Thanks once again to Captain Rooba, a refresher course on how the whole thing works.

    I’d make a snarky comment about getting the joke, but it’s not goddamned funny. Not really.

  • Doing our part Googlebombing.

    This entry lifted verbatim from Snappy the Clam:

    Verisign
    See the article for details. Link to it in your blog.

  • Karel, Post-Snip.

    “How did it go?”

    I was ushered into a room, asked to strip naked and swab the pertinent area with disinfectant. Then I was laid out on the slab, er, table and grabbed, jabbed, cut and snipped. Twice. We were out of there within an hour. (Wendi, bless her brave soul, stayed with me through the whole ordeal.)

    “How do you feel?”

    Mentally, I’m just fine. I never had any qualms about the vasectomy itself, so it’s not like I’m having second thoughts or anything like that. Physically, I’ve felt better. Most of the time I feel like I was kicked in the nuts a half-hour ago. Occasionally there’s a bit of stabbing pain just like when they jabbed me with the anesthesia. There are stitches over which I keep a steady supply of gauze. I’ll probably be able to stop doing that in a day or three.

    “How are you coping?”

    Lots of rest, lots of ice, occasional doses of Vicodin. I’m under strict orders to take things very, very easy for the first few days. After that I’m to take things easy. Note the difference? I put in a couple of hours on the computer or in front of the TV, then I go lay down again (usually accompanied by the ice pack).

    “When will you be able to, um, you know?”

    Perv. Technically speaking I should be “able” by this evening, but only if I’m very very careful and gentle. In reality, I’m not going to try anything until I don’t need the gauze anymore. I don’t know when that will be, and I’m not crazy enough to rush the process.

    That about sums it up, folks. Hopefully I won’t be compelled to bore or disgust you with any more entries on this subject. Thanks for bearing with me.

  • All that from one little bug bite

    Thursday night, thanks once again to working at the radio stations, the nuclear Kerezman family viewed the new Spider-Man movie at the Tigard Cinemas. What did we think of it? Follow the web link, gentle reader.
    Spider-Man review

  • Spider-Man

    Here’s one of those “genre films” that a lot of fanboys like myself have been looking forward to for months… nay, years. In many ways Spider-Man has been our last, best hope to see a good movie based on a Marvel comics title. X-Men, after all, could have just been a fluke.

    I’m pleased to say that Spider-Man, the movie, does not suck.

    Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve already been inundated with hype and info and imagery and so on. I’ll spare you things you don’t need me to tell you.

    Here’s what works about the movie:

    • Yes, Tobey does an outstanding job. He absolutely picks up this movie and carries it on his back from start to finish. Spectacular work.
    • The interpersonal drama outweighs the fancy CGI and fight choreography. It really does. If it didn’t, the last scene wouldn’t have worked at all. (No, I’m not giving that away, even though it gets spoiled in a lot of other reviews.)
    • Willem Dafoe manages to work some subtlety into what would normally be Just Another Nickelson’s Joker Ripoff.
    • There were very few played-for-laughs moments. In a weird sort of way, this makes great sense. We’re watching an origin story, and while Spider-Man is one of the original wisecracking superheroes he doesn’t quite evolve to that point in this film. We’ll probably see more of that in movies to come.
    • Setup. There’s an awful lot of setup, both blatant and subtle, for future Spidey films. Listen for the name of the place Peter gets fired from on account of poor attendance.
    • The organic webshooters. As used in this movie, it works. It breaks from canon, but it works.

    Here’s what doesn’t (quite) work:

    • Danny Elfman’s score. Soulless. Lifeless. A vague pastiche of everything else he’s ever done. Just about the only good thing I can say about it is that it never once gets in the way of the movie. I dare anyone to pick out a real melodic sequence out of that awful score. I dare anyone to remember any given series of notes. It’s that lame, folks.
    • Kirsten Dunst. Bless her soul, it’s not really her fault that MJ didn’t have much more to do in this film than to bounce from rich brat to rich brat and get saved a few times by His Spideyness. While she’s the center of Peter Parker’s emotional existence, only a few times does she appear to have the strength or depth of character to deserve it. Again, not the fault of the actress, and she does have a few moments in the film that indicate possible greatness in future films.
    • Some of the CGI is a bit obvious. It doesn’t detract from the movie too much, and is probably kind of unavoidable, but every so often there’s a jarring “Ah, that’s CGI” bit that takes you out of the movie for a moment. Luckily the movie pulls you right back in again, but you shouldn’t have left in the first place.
    • The organic webshooters. (On both sides of the coin, yes.) My objection isn’t that it breaks from canon, but that we lose the opportunity to see that Peter Parker really is a science whiz. We sure hear about it often enough, but at no point is it actually evident. The screen time used to show him getting the hang of the organic webshooters could have been used to show him developing the mechanical/chemical ‘shooters.

    Overall, it’s a great superhero movie and a better-than-average movie in its own right. If you like “genre” films in the least, you owe it to yourself to catch a showing. As for the Kerezman clan, my son Alexander stated halfway through that “we have to buy this when it comes out.” And he was saying this during one of the better Peter/MJ scenes in the movie, so it wasn’t just a reaction to the cool fight sequences. That’s my boy!