Month: February 2006

  • So long, G’Kar. Goodbye, One-Armed Man.

    It figures that I’d find myself posting this the day after I post that Sci-Fi quiz meme thing…

    I have to admit something moderately geeky to you all, here. One of the reasons I so enjoy the movie version of The Fugitive starring Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones is because of the One-Armed Man. Why? Because he’s G’Kar, of course!

    Andreas Katsulas wasn’t the most recognizable name in film or television, but he had a distinctive voice. Buried under latex, he spent five years (and an additional appearance or two afterward) portraying one of the most important and memorable characters in the Babylon 5 series. J. Michael Straczynski, the man behind Babylon 5, had this to say:

    He lived an amazing life…full of travel and wonder and good work…was part of the world renowned Peter Brook company…he saw the planet, loved and was loved, ate at great restaurants, smoked too many cigarettes…he lived a life some people would die for.

    And, sadly, due to the last part of that equation…he did.

    […]

    Andreas is gone…and G’Kar with him, because no one else can ever play that role, or ever will.

    Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to pore over some of my old quotes collections. For instance…

    “Doesn’t make sense.”
    “You’re right, that’s the bit that worries me.”
    “If you are going to be worried every time the universe doesn’t make sense, you are going to be worried every moment of every day for the rest of your natural life.”

    — G’Kar and Marcus in Babylon 5:”Whatever Happened to Mr. Garibaldi?”

    Nah, let’s leave this with one of the fall-down-funny bits, instead. The best elevator scene, ever. (Edit: I left out the “most appealing” bit when I originally posted this. Bad fanboy, no spoo for you!)

    “You want to live as much as I, hmm?”
    “Oh, yes, but I would much rather see you dead!”
    “Oh, I see. Well, here I am. Come on. Kill me! Come kill me!”
    “You forget the terms of our surrender! The penalty for the killing of any Centauri by any Narn will be the death of 500 Narns including the perpetrator’s own family! But I don’t have to kill you… I don’t have to do anything! And I still get to watch you die! I find this most appealing!”
    “This is insane! We must work together!”
    “No. As the humans say: Up yours, guy!”

    […]

    “There, you see! I’m going to live.”
    “So it would seem. Well, it’s an imperfect universe.”
    “Bastard.”
    “Monster.”
    “Fanatic.”
    “Murderer.”
    “You are insane!
    “And that is why we’ll win.”
    “Go be the ambassador to Babylon 5 they say. Will be an easy assignment. Ah, I hate my life.”
    “So do I.”
    Shut up!

    — Londo and G’Kar in Babylon 5:”Convictions”

    (Yes, I know that the words aren’t his, but it’s the performance as much as the content that stays with you…)

  • I’d fit in with THOSE misfits? I daresay not!

    Kyla did it, Mari did it, now I’ve done it. I didn’t get the answer I wanted, though. Argh. (I apologize for the formatting… whoever wrote this quiz has a sickening fascination with using nested tables for pure evil.)


    You scored as Serenity (Firefly). You like to live your own way and don’t enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.

    Serenity (Firefly)

    88%

    Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica)

    81%

    Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix)

    69%

    Babylon 5 (Babylon 5)

    69%

    Moya (Farscape)

    63%

    SG-1 (Stargate)

    56%

    FBI's X-Files Division (The X-Files)

    50%

    Deep Space Nine (Star Trek)

    50%

    Andromeda Ascendant (Andromeda)

    44%

    Millennium Falcon (Star Wars)

    44%

    Bebop (Cowboy Bebop)

    44%

    Enterprise D (Star Trek)

    38%

    Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile II: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? (pics)
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    I’d like to know how I managed not to end up stationed on our last, best hope for peace. Dammit.

  • Johari. Not safari, not Jumanji.

    There’s a meme masquerading as an individualized perceptual study making the rounds, and while I’ve tried to avoid getting involved up to this point, now I think I have no choice.

    Kyla and Mari and Lil’ did theirs, so now you can do mine. Yes, here’s my Johari Window. Knock yourselves out. Please leave a nickname of some sort when you fill it out, though. Humor me. Thanks.

  • My First Compy

    This News.com.com story takes some famous names in the IT biz and asks them each what their first computer was. Then the story invites readers to share their own “first computer” info.

    But… you have to subscribe to their website to do so. Wow, no, thanks, I’ll just… hey! I have my own site!

    Anyway. I must have been about twelve years old, as I’m pretty sure this was during the later stretch of Mom’s marriage to Mike Schomler, and we were living in the (rather nice) double-wide on the hillside above the Westerdahl property. (My stepdad worked for them at the time. I’ll have to tell some more stories about those years, later, won’t I?) I don’t remember how I came into possession of such a thing, but my first computer was a quirky self-contained lump of metal and plastic dubbed the Commodore PET 2001. It sported a built-in (cassette) tape drive and a quaint chiclet-style keyboard. Yes, it was many years later that I learned to touch-type, as it’s nigh-impossible to do so on a purely rectangular layout. Almost all of the actual programming (from scratch) that I’ve ever done in my life was on that machine, though. Hell, I even still have some of the tapes… though I’m pretty sure they’re degraded beyond all use, now, if not entirely copied over with music I recorded from the radio. (My other favorite toy during those years was my portable cassette/radio deck, after all.)

    While I made use of a variety of other machines (those of friends and classrooms) in the years since I gave up on the PET, it wasn’t until the mid-’90s that I owned a computer of my own again. Ah, back when a 486 was a wonder to behold…

  • ED: It’s not just for heroes anymore.

    As I scrolled through the collection of work email messages I knew I’d be deleting momentarily, one subject line caught my eye. It assured me that ED is a problem for many people, and promised me a way to take care of it. I thought, “Wow, that’s some really well-targeted spam. How did they know I’m a City of Heroes/Villains player? Why yes, Enhancement Diversity is a sham and a pox upon the playerbase.”

    Then I thought some more and… laughed. No, sorry, I don’t have that problem. Thank goodness.

  • Craigrom who?

    This morning I deleted the third in a series of attempted comment spams, all pointing to one or another subdomain of craigrom.com. (No, I’m not linking them. That’d sort of defeat the purpose of deleting the spam comments, wouldn’t it? Don’t worry. I’ve looked and there’s nothing of note to be found there.) The comments all take the rather odd form of an inquiry as to how one can best access my site’s feed. Uh, if you can’t figure out how to find the (well-linked and automation-friendly) feed link on this site, you don’t deserve to use the feed. Thanks for playing, buh-bye.

    You’d think that after all this time, other industries would look at the backlash against comment spam and think, “Hmm, maybe attempting to artificially inflate our Google PageRank in this fashion might not work out as well as we might have hoped.” But hey, never underestimate greedy bastards with more money than sense, eh?

    If this keeps up I’m going to need a “Spamhatred” subcategory. Granted, I didn’t have to deal with as much of this in years past, but I’m still glad I made the switch. Deleting the spam manually took far more effort; at least WordPress makes it dead easy, and rarely does a spammer actually get their message onto my site.