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|Tuesday, October 25th, 2016|
Several days ago a furiend posted on FB that the new Netflix movie "Mascots" was a total POS. I decided to give it a watch simply because I will pretty much watch anything with fursuits in it. It's a typical dark comedy filmed in a pseudo mockumentary style. It's not so much in-your-face slapstick or *LOL* funny. It's more on par with "Napoleon Dynamite" funny. They did give furries a few minutes as mascot wannabes who are only in it for the sex. *yawn* yeah. ok. ha ha. Oh look. A furry in a bunny costume humping one of the "legitimate" mascots. Hilarious! So give it a watch if you're bored, however I found myself looking at the clock about 40 minutes into it. The one good thing I can say is that the hedgehog fursuit is pretty adorable.
|Monday, October 24th, 2016|
|The Lion King
We finally got to see the touring Broadway production of "The Lion King." It has been playing here for several weeks and will close this weekend. We bought our tickets almost a year ago. I splurged for great seats and we ended up in the 13th row, dead center. What it lacked in being a musical (IMO) it made up for in pure spectacle. The songs that were used in the movie were fine. Pretty much everything else seemed like filler. It didn't have any new memorable songs like in "Avenue Q" or "Book of Mormon." I commented that when you have the backing of Disney, no expense is spared. Of course the merchandising machine was in full force. They even had people selling plushies during intermission like you would sell peanuts at a baseball game. So my overall review was that it was definitely worth seeing. The opening "Circle of Life" had half of the cast coming up the aisles in various costumes/puppets including a huge elephant and rhino. Of course the song was reprised as the closing number with the entire cast on stage. Let's just say that there was not a lot of room to move around up there. Yikes! Since this was a Broadway musical and not a show at Disneyland, there were no fursuits. On the one hand the various ways that the animals/characters were portrayed was very interesting. On the other paw it also seemed a mishmash. There were some characters that were simply actors with a little face paint and a costume that conveyed a sense of the animal. Then there were puppets. Then there were dancers that were not quite puppeteers who carried poles with bird kites on them or leapt with cutouts of gazelles. There was even shadow theater like you would see in places like Thailand. So there was always a lot going on. I'd have to say that my favorite scene was "Be Prepared" were there were at least 20 actors on stage in hyena puppet costumes. Extremely well done! Scar was also very good. I can't say the same for Mufasa. He reminded me too much of Titus from "The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt." Only you Netflix people will get that reference.
|Thursday, October 20th, 2016|
This post is mainly due to something I heard on the last episode of "Real Time with Bill Maher." Of course the topic was the upcoming election and how he couldn't understand why people would seriously support Trump. He either said it or strongly suggested it that perhaps many people were just too stupid to vote. On the surface this sounds like a valid statement. There are probably many people out there who know more about a certain celebrity or sports star than they do about their congressman or senator. There are many who don't know a thing about world events, but know how to get the cheat codes for the latest first-person shooter. But then the question becomes, "who determines who is smart enough?" We all know how well polling tests worked in the South during the 50's. Even the people currrently running for president don't know where Allepo is. So then how about we have just really smart people running for office and voting. Normally I would say that was a great idea, but then I look back to Lenin and Marx. They were really smart guys who had a really good idea (at least they thought so). And how well did that work out. So then I really started thinking about what would be the ideal government. That didn't last long because it made my head hurt and made me want a whiskey. Is democracy a joke? Do we secretly want a monarchy where someone makes the rules for us so we don't have to worry? How about a benevolent dictator? Does one exist? I'm sure there are many folks out there who would love a theocracy and turn us into the United States of Jesus. Of course it would work! We wouldn't be like those crazy Muslims who follow the Koran and talk of caliphates. This would be different! So what are some thoughts about the "ideal" government. Or should I just grab a bottle and follow the doctrine of Jack Daniels?
|Wednesday, October 19th, 2016|
|Bear is Watching You
I have been meaning to rig up some sort of security system around the house simply because I hear neighbors tell stories about petty thefts. You also see news stories about roving bands of teenagers checking cars parked in driveways. I was also inspired by albear
who installed a system in their house after a burglary several years ago. I liked the technology where you could check you cameras remotely using your smartphone. I also wanted to check for wildlife roaming the area. A neighbor caught a possum or raccoon on his system. There have been a few mornings where we have been awaken by the smell of skunk. Is there one roaming around? I checked what systems were available online and was happy to see how cheap security systems have become. I was seriously thinking about ordering one when Costco got in a shipment of Samsung cameras and put them on sale for $100. I bought one and installed it. It was pretty cool. Of course the biggest drawback to all cameras like this is the power. They can only be installed where there is an available outlet. I'm sure there are some battery-operated ones out there, but I haven't found one outside of ones used for hunting. Then the trade-off becomes wireless vs SD card. This system is wireless, beamed to my router. I liked the results so much I bought another 2. I really wanted to get eyes on the driveway since that's where the greatest opportunity for theft is. It would also record anybody coming to the front door. I had to drill an 8" hole through the garage door frame to run a wire, but I got it to work! I started running into problems, however, with weak signal so far from the router. That was corrected using a signal booster which I plugged into an outlet in the garage. So far so good! Most issues I have had are due to my own stupid router and not the cameras. Of course the cats are constantly setting off the camera in the back yard. One interesting thing that was captured was a black cat visiting one night. Could it have been Billie?!? Another downside is that I am now paranoid about running around nekkid in the backyard. If something gets captured on video, it might go public and I'll never be elected President!
|Tuesday, October 18th, 2016|
I had a very stable childhood. I lived in the same house for my first 18 years and attended the same school from K through 8. I raised a lot of hell when I was a kid. It seemed that I was in the principal's office every other day. The teachers didn't know what to do with me since I was such a hellion, but I was also a straight-A student. This was opposed to this other kid, Carl, who was a real Bart Simpson character. While I would joke that it would be fun to throw a bottle of paint out the window during art class, he would actually do it. He even got into a wrestling match with a teacher during class. Yeah. He was definitely destined to a rocky road. I actually saw him a couple of decades ago while walking through the old hood. I passed by his house and he was getting out of his beater van. Our eyes met and I instantly recognized him. I'm not quite sure if he recognized me. I was tempted to ask him if he had gone to prison yet. So fast forward to last night. I was sitting on the patio and his named popped into my head. I did a Google search and broke out into laughter. 2 years ago he shot and killed a guy at a party about 2 blocks from my mom's house. Everything fit. His age as well as the address of the house where he was later arrested. Thank you, brain. You got me out of that environment and gave me a future.
|Tuesday, October 11th, 2016|
|Shut the *bleep* Up!
And now here's another episode of Sabot's "I hate the *bleep* media." If there's one thing I absolutely hate it's censorship; pretty much in all ways, shapes, and forms. I especially hate it when news outlets feel that a word may be too offensive or an image may be too graphic. By bleeping out words or pixelating pictures, they are reducing the impact of what they are showing. I know I commented awhile back about seeing images from Syria on the nightly news and comparing that to what was shown on PBS' "Frontline." Nightly news...Oh my. That's terrible. Frontline...Holy shit! While I don't want the nightly news to become a gore-fest with each network trying to outsquick each other, I do believe that reality should be seen as is. Once again, I don't want the news to become "Faces of Death," but if the cops shoot someone or someone shoots a cop, the event should be shown. I say all of this because of the latest brouhaha regarding "the Donald." On the news we heard, "grab them by the *beep*" You can really *bleep* them!" Of course anyone who has ever watched "Wheel of Fortune" could figure out the missing words, but I never realized how much the *bleep* diminished the meaning of what was being said until I heard the unedited version on a cable political commentary show. The impact was so much greater. I think partially it's because we have become immune to the *bleep*. Uh oh. Someone said a bad word! Except in our increasingly vulgar society, every other word is *bleep* There is no more shock. There is no more revulsion for using vulgarity in excess. OK. Enough of my rant. I'll shut the *bleep* up.
|Monday, October 10th, 2016|
I decided to harvest most of my chile peppers yesterday. I had ignored my pepper plants for the most part because I only use a few peppers in my cooking. I mainly harvested bell peppers when I cooked up a Denver omelette or made curried chicken and peppers. I just let the green chile and anchos/poblanos grow on their own. I knew I was going to have a nice crop because I could see the dark green poblanos dripping off of the plants. I checked out the green chile about a month ago and saw that I had big beautiful peppers that would rival anything in the store. It was probably the best crop I had ever grown. There was no rush to harvest them since we had just bought and processed a 30-lb bag. I experimented with roasting a few just after our purchase and realized that it was so much easier roasting and peeling the home-grown ones. So yesterday I did a roast-and-peel with almost all the peppers in the garden. I wasn't sure about the poblanos, but almost everything I read said I should roast them. Everything turned out just great. It's now time to make some chile rellenos!
Screw your chestnuts! In New Mexico it's chile roasting on an open fire!
|Wednesday, October 5th, 2016|
Kitty and I got back to ABQ yesterday. Today it was back to the old grind. On Monday we took a quick trip downtown to see the sights. Kitty had never taken the CTA, so we hopped on in Cicero and rode down to the Loop. It was only a block to Millennium Park so we strolled over and took a relaxing walk around the park. I had already fursuited "The Bean" but the urge to do it again was strong. So many tourists! So many cameras! *lol* Slut!
We continued to walk south to Buckingham Fountain. The last time Kitty and I were here it was closed for renovations. She finally got to see it in action. We then went across Lake Shore Drive to gaze out over Lake Michigan. By this time it was time for lunch, so we found a small restaurant/bar that served deep-dish pizza. It took awhile to cook, but that was ok. That gave us more time to hang out with luckytheevildog
who met up with us. We had a nice chat about life both inside and outside of the fandom. It has been years since we had seen him last, so it was nice to reconnect. We said our goodbyes after tasty pizza and went our separate ways. We ended up at Marshall Fields (it will never be Macy's to me!) to buy some Frango Mints. I was happy to see how much of the original store remains. I spent quite a bit of time in the store as a kid since my aunt worked there in their advertising department. On some Saturdays she would do her work while I ran around the store. Great childhood memories! It was then time to hop back on the "L" and head on home before the evening rush hour.
Here's a pic from the "L" platform. That was one big difference from my childhood. The line to Cicero used to be in the subway under the store. It has since been moved to the elevated tracks that make up the Loop. Oh, and marvel at "The Donald's" giant metal penis. It would have been a very attractive building if it didn't have his ego splashed on the side.
|Sunday, October 2nd, 2016|
I'm typing this from Chicago having just completed a 3-day celebration of my mom's 90th birthday. We arrived on Wednesday and quickly made a pilgrimage to White Castle for lunch. It was then off to Costco to order mom's cake. The rest of the day was spent chillin' and talking with Mom. The next day was her actual birthday. The only thing we had planned was to take her out for a nice dinner. We ended up at a mid-range Italian place in the western suburbs that perfectly fit the bill. The next day Kitty, my sister, her husband, and I went to a Polish market to stock up on goodies. The 3 places we typically go to when we're in town have all closed over the years. We found a new place a little farther south. I usually get sausage and pierogi, but not this time. I just didn't want the hassle of taking it on the plane. Next time! On Saturday we had the big family reunion at a Polish restaurant. I was a ball of worry since I was the one who put the whole thing together. Would it work out? Would everyone be happy? The answer was a resounding "Yes!" Mom was moved to tears by the outpouring of love. She was so happy to be surrounded by family and friends. Kitty and I gave ourselves a big high five for getting all of the invitations taken care of and having everyone compliment us on the venue and the overall good feeling that everyone had. Everyone also loved the cake from Costco. Booyeah! Nailed it! At home we spent 2 evenings watching all of my Dad's old 8mm films which I had converted to DVD. One day we laughed at the antics of my sister, and the next it was my turn to be the brunt of the MST3K'ing. It was great to relive memories and see long-dead relatives again. About the only downer for the whole trip so far has been the weather. It has been total shit over the past 4 days. Hopefully we'll get a little sun tomorrow and we can take a trip downtown.
|Wednesday, September 28th, 2016|
Every time I visit mom, I hunt through her kitchen cabinets for lost treasure. This is what I found on this trip.( Collapse )
The pepper is priced at 69 cents and the allspice 27 cents.</p>
|Tuesday, September 27th, 2016|
Yesterday when I was typing up my LJ entry, our receptionist came into my office and told me that the building was being evacuated. Our security guard found a suspicious package/device at the front of the building and called 911. Most people went to the muster spot where we go for fire drills. Since it was a chilly morning and I didn't have a jacket, I took refuge in my vehicle where I would be warm and could listen to NPR. My boss finally called me and told me I had to be with everyone else, so off I went to the meeting area which was now at least in the sun. While we were all milling about someone noticed an unattended car with the trunk open and a backpack in the back. This started a new wave of paranoia. We were told to move further down the block. Someone decided, "Fuck this. I'm going for coffee." This started a mass exodus to Starbucks a couple of blocks away. Since I'm a cheap mofo I went to the Carl's Jr across the parking lot and got a breakfast biscuit and coffee for about the same price as a Starbuck's coffee. We all just hung out and waited for the bomb squad to do their thing with their robot. We still haven't heard the whole story, but I did notice some sort of electronic device about the size of a small suitcase while I was on my way to Carl's. It was probably just some treasure that some bum left behind.
|Monday, September 26th, 2016|
On Saturday a local wildlife refuge was holding an anniversary party for its establishment. Otto Otter was invited to perform so I jumped at the chance. I was pleased to see that several other agencies sent their mascots out there as well to perform. So I got to hang out with Orbit, the mascot for the Isotopes baseball team, Puddles the Duck from the Fish and Wildlife Service, Seymour the Antelope from the Bureau of Land Management, Leroyo the Ditch Monster from the City's Water Safety Bureau, Buddy Bison from the National Park Service, and of course Smokey Bear. The weather was nice and cool, but the sun was brutal. After just 2 hours I was soaked in sweat. It was hard to keep hydrated. I gave up after I started to get light-headed. It was fun to be able to perform with other critters. Orbit was the prima dona and he didn't stick around for very long. Puddles looked like he was having fun but just needed a little work on his performance. Leroyo gave up pretty quickly and the suit ended up being a plushie at their booth. Both Kitty and I determined that whoever was performing as Seymour must have been a furry. He/she had the performance thing down and looked like he/she was having a lot of fun. The one thing I have to keep reminding myself is that I'm not at a convention. I have to stop scritching the other mascots while posing for pics! Bad furry!
Otto, Orbit, and Puddles
Otto and Seymour
Otto and Leroyo
|Wednesday, September 21st, 2016|
I just got back from a nice little field trip to tour some of our facilities in the southern part of the state. One of the perks of the job is that I occasionally get to run around the inside of dams not normally accessible to the public. Today that was Elephant Butte Dam which will be celebrating its 100th anniversary next month. It's one of the oldest federal dams in the U.S. Inside the dam we encountered a ring-tailed cat that was running around. Judging from the amount of droppings we saw, there are probably lots of mice for it to eat. It was not the only wildlife we saw on the trip. We also saw a few javelinas, a coyote, and a nice fat skunk while touring a wildlife refuge that we provide water to.
We spent the night in beautiful Truth or Consequences. Boy, talk about small town. They pretty much roll up the sidewalks by 8pm. We stayed in an old school motel that had the one benefit of being attached to a hot spring spa. T or C used to be named Hot Springs before they changed their name thanks to the game show. The motel was some place where tilt_longtail
would be right at home. It was one of those motels where probably half the tenants were using it as apartments. I don't think the decor had been updated since the 1950's. On the bright side I did partake in a hot spring soak in a private tub which made the 2 beers I had consumed seem like 6. I was one mellow bear!
Elephant Butte Dam
Motel room or Pee Wee's Playhouse
|Sunday, September 18th, 2016|
I received a friendly nastygram from the city saying that I may have too many weeds in my front yard. Had it been a nasty nastygram, there would be talk about code violations and fines. This was just a friendly reminder that I am responsible for the area between the sidewalk and the street. I guess I can't complain too much. There are people with houses that have streets on both sides of their property. They're responsible for the same sidewalk-to-curb area even if it's at the rear of their property which is only accessible by driving all the way around the block.
I don't pay too much attention to the front of the house because I don't spend any time out there. Sure, it's the gateway to my house, but I just don't give a damn. That's why I want to wall off a good portion of the front property so I can turn it into usable patio space. That's Phase II of my landscaping project. Anyway...the nastygram gave me the inspiration to take care of an ongoing problem. I have a lot of what I call "goatheads" growing right along the sidewalk. They're not true goatheads, but rather a grass that puts out nasty split-pea-sized seeds that stick into your shoes, socks, pants, etc. They are then transported inside where they embed in the carpet where they get stepped on with bare feet which causes much pain and cursing. True goatheads are found on a vine which spread on the ground and produce marble-sized caltrops (look it up) which are the bane of bicycle riders who have dubbed the plant "puncture vine." So I spent a few hours in the sun digging up all of the goathead grass which I should have done long ago. Last year I just took a torch to the plants which was highly ineffective against green vegetation. Perhaps the city knew what they were talking about. I pretty much filled the entire garbage can with the nasty plants.
|Friday, September 16th, 2016|
While looking at all of the furry beastie pr0n related to Pasiphe yesterday, I stumbled onto some sculptures from a modern day artist which made me swoon. She primarily deals with rabbits, but there are other critters as well. Do a Google Image search for "Sophie Ryder." I REALLY want to own some of her work. Here's an example:
|Thursday, September 15th, 2016|
|Furry Greek Mythology
Last weekend BBC America was having a Star Trek marathon to celebrate the show's 50th anniversary, debuting on NBC in 1966. The first episode I saw was the one where they encounter the god Apollo on some distant planet. It seems that Apollo and his fellow aliens visited Earth about 3000 years ago and were the basis of Greek legends. My evil furry mind immediately wondered if the aliens could actually perform transformations which were so common in the myths. That got me thinking about some of those stories, so I revisited them thanks to teh Interwebs. Of course there was Callisto who was raped by Zeus which pissed off Hera, his wife, so she turned her into a bear. Just as she was about to be killed by her own son, Zeus put both of them into the heavens forming Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. The other great transformation story was Actaeon and Artemis. Artemis was not someone you wanted to mess with. She was a vengeful bitch. Actaeon either tried to rape her or simply saw her naked (perhaps he just boasted that he was a better hunter than her). Anyway...she turned him into a stag. Great story! Unfortunately he then gets ripped apart by his own hunting dogs. Not so good. I then found a story that I had never heard before. This one involved Polyphonte who dedicated her life to Artemis. This pissed off Aphrodite who wanted her to bear children. So Aphrodite cursed Polyphonte and made it that she would want to do it with a bear. A bear gives her an injection of "Vitamin D" and she bears 2 sons, Agrius and Oreius, who are half-man, half-bear. Sounds great to me! Unfortunately Zeus thinks they're abominations since they have this nasty habit of eating people and not following the gods, so he sends Ares to punish them. He takes pity on the family, however, and transforms them all into birds (Yay! More transformation!) So Agrius was changed into a vulture. Oreius was turned into an eagle owl. Polyphonte was transformed into a small owl, and her servant was changed into a woodpecker.
And let us not forget Pasiphae, one of the most celebrated examples of early furry porn. Poseidon cursed her to desire a bull. Of course the act of mating would be rather difficult. So she had a hollow wooden cow constructed (by Daedalus, Icarus' dad) which she could climb inside (Would that be considered the first fursuit? Definitely a murrsuit!). She later gives birth to the Minotaur. If you want to see classic furry porn, just search Google images for "Pasiphe." Oh, and don't piss her off. Her husband was the king of Crete and very unfaithful. She cursed him so that he would ejaculate scorpions.
|Wednesday, September 14th, 2016|
I took another little detour from the "Hot 100" list of books and read the source material from one of the greatest movies in history. I hadn't realized that the book came out in the late 60's and was instantly grabbed up by Paramount to be made into the movie. Puzo then adapted his book into the screenplay which earned him an Oscar. There are few differences between the plots of the book and the movie. There's even similar dialogue in both. The major difference between the 2 is in some of the background stories which adds to the richness of the overall story. Some plot points were eliminated from the final cut but were put back in for the Director's Cut. The most interesting elimination was the story about how the Don rises to power. It's really glossed over in "Godfather II" but would have been interesting to see. The book also contains a lot about Johnny Fontane who is a fictionalization of Frank Sinatra. Sinatra hated Puzo for that. Fontane has a close friend in the book named Nino who is based on Frank's buddy Dino aka Dean Martin. I can see why that plotline was cut from the screenplay, but it does add some richness to the overall story. So if you're a huge fan of the movie such as myself, give the book a read to help fill in some missing details.
|Tuesday, September 13th, 2016|
Yesterday on walkies a mouse ran across the sidewalk right in front of Mesa and me. Mesa must have thought it was a lizard and pounced it. A quick snap of his jaws and that was all she wrote for the poor rodent. Later in the evening I was sitting on the patio and some yotes must have been triggered by a low flying jet. They started yipping just in back of the house. This started a mad search for Fling who was still outside. The stupid cat refused to come inside. Finally, just before we went to bed, Kitty opened the door and Fling ran in. Good. Kitty went upstairs but I wanted to watch a little more of the Rams/49's game. Fling gave a weird meow as she walked past me. I looked down and she had a mouse in her mouth. She dropped it close to me and I made a mad dash to catch it before it ran away. It was just a little field mouse, and I deposited its stunned self out the front door. Kitty didn't have her contacts in so she hadn't even seen that Fling was bringing us a present. It has been non-stop death as of late. Diva has taken out a couple of wrens and injured a beautiful swallowtail butterfly. She also brought me a hummingbird last week but it was able to fly away. Oy! Cats! Our little killing machines.
|Saturday, September 10th, 2016|
I had to check the old LJ archive to see when we did our big annual chile purchase last year. We did it early last year; August 17. This year it was today. We bought a 30-lb bag of medium-hot and had it roasted. Kitty put on 80's classics on the tv radio station and we processed 58 5-oz bags in about 3 hours. So that's 290 oz of processed green chile from a starting point of 480 oz. Not bad! My fingers are still tingling. doG only knows what the "hot" would have been like. Of all the traditions of New Mexico that I have experienced over the past 17 years, the processing of chile has got to be one of my favorites. I'm looking forward to a year filled with green chile stew and green chile corn chowder. Since the garden is still producing tomatoes like mad, more fresh salsa is in the cards!
|Wednesday, September 7th, 2016|
I've had to take a little step back in my thinking about some of the classic movies I've watched or books that I have read. A few of them have come across as rather ordinary. What was so particularly special? I have experienced that plot many times before. That character archetype has been seen time and time again. There is nothing new with that particular narrative style. And then I realize that that particular movie or book may have been the very first of a particular genre which started whole new trends. We've seen it dozens of times before because it completely broke the mold and took creativity in whole new directions. THAT'S why a particular work is now considered a classic.
So over the long weekend we added a few more titles to our list.
"Vertigo" - #61 on the AFI list - Overall it was a pretty good Hitchcock flick, but not one of his best, IMHO. I loved the slow buildup which is characteristic of his films, but to me the plot got overly involved. I don't like mysteries that set themselves up where the plot points have to all align perfectly to make everything fit. Very rarely can this be pulled off well. Most movies rely on an "A-ha!" moment that seems very plausible at the time, but if you really start to think about it, it just doesn't make much sense or seems totally impossible. Rather than a man just killing his wife discreetly, he builds this complex plot to make it seem like an accident/suicide. I prefer more straightforward plots like "Psycho" or "Rear Window."
"The Philadelphia Story" - #51 on the AFI list - More Jimmy Stewart! Except he actually won Best Actor for his role. Put him up against Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant and you get a great character-driven movie with not much of a plot. A spoiled rich girl wants to get married for the 2nd time but ends up going back to her first husband. The screenplay is great and the actors only add to it. Just great Hollywood for its time.
"Birth of a Nation" - #44 on the AFI list - Kitty had to watch this in high school for her history class. It's a hundred-year old silent film epic about the Civil War and Reconstruction. It clocks in at just over 3 hours which was amazing for the day (and even now!). The film is commended for all of the techniques that were used which became Hollywood standards. The film is derided, however, for its blatant racism. Not only are many of the actors white in blackface, but the black actors are all mammy and Uncle Tom types who shuck and jive and eat watermelon and chicken. They gets mighty uppity after the war, so the South is saved by the heroic KKK that rides in to save the day. It's a piece of movie history that was groundbreaking for its time. Now it's just an anachronism.