Meant to be underwater?

I’m not really a fatalist. I don’t really think very many things were meant to happen. Ok, there are a few people – very, very few – who walked into my life and I felt, this had to be, this person needed to be here, and the universe would have brought us together somehow. People […]

I’m not really a fatalist. I don’t really think very many things were meant to happen.

Ok, there are a few people – very, very few – who walked into my life and I felt, this had to be, this person needed to be here, and the universe would have brought us together somehow. People who changed me, changed my life.

But as a rule, I don’t think there are things fated, or meant to be.

And then I look at pictures of the ninth ward vanishing under water again and I think, maybe some primitive thing, something that was here before europeans walked this continent, has chosen to take it’s land back. And maybe we need to just give it back.

Sigh.

I’m afraid to look at any more news. I’m afraid to look at the pictures tomorrow morning when Rita hits ground.

New Digs

It’s like moving into a new house that looks exactly like your old house. So I jumped the gun last night and transferred moronosphere.com to it’s new home. I figured out how easy this was gonna be and just did it. Things should be a little faster, that’s about all you should notice.

It’s like moving into a new house that looks exactly like your old house.

So I jumped the gun last night and transferred moronosphere.com to it’s new home. I figured out how easy this was gonna be and just did it.

Things should be a little faster, that’s about all you should notice.

Now that’s a landing.

If you’re scared to fly, don’t look. These are some great pictures of a JetBlue plane making an emrgency landing at LAX with bent, twisted landing gear. Those are some good pilots. Landed with no one hurt. But I can’t stop picturing the feeling inside that plane as the flames came off of the wheels. […]

If you’re scared to fly, don’t look.

These are some great pictures of a JetBlue plane making an emrgency landing at LAX with bent, twisted landing gear.

Those are some good pilots. Landed with no one hurt. But I can’t stop picturing the feeling inside that plane as the flames came off of the wheels.

These people were evidently watching live teevee of the event from inside the plane.

M’oving M’sphere

‘Cos I’m moving on up. You’re moving on out. Movin’ on up. Nothing can stop me. Moving on up. You’re moving on out. Time to break free. Nothing can stop me, Yeah. Time’s come to find a new home. What’s this mean? Well, not much to you, the reader, nor to my friends for whom […]

‘Cos I’m moving on up. You’re moving on out.
Movin’ on up. Nothing can stop me.
Moving on up. You’re moving on out.
Time to break free. Nothing can stop me,
Yeah.

Time’s come to find a new home.

What’s this mean?

Well, not much to you, the reader, nor to my friends for whom I host blogs. Other than a short downtime and then some (hopefully) much better performance.

Basically, I’ve been hosting this blog by the generosity and good grace of my friend Seth, for nearly two years. I owe him a great debt, he’s asked for nothing, and given me space and bandwidth and support. He’s helped me recover from a couple crashes, given me full root access, trusted me not to break anything, and let me monkey to my heart’s content with his server.

Thanks, Seth, and thanks, Jen, for suggesting I start up a blog when all I wanted was a place to park a domain I had hanging around.

But all good things, and all that. I’m hosting a few blogs now, and we’re using more bandwidth, and I need backups and some management tools to handle things I’ve been doing by hand. I got an offer I couldn’t refuse from my friends at http://www.athenahosting.net/.

So I’m picking up and moving this weekend. If you have any problems getting to moronosphere.com this week, it should be short-lived, but let me know about it (click my name down there near where it says ‘comments’ and ‘permalink’, or any-damned-thing at moronosphere.com will get to me).

I’ll post an update when I get moved over, and for those of you whose blogs I host, I’ll let you know before I take things down, so carry on blogging until otherwise advised.

Right man for the job

I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way. I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time. (I’m gonna put the rest of this […]

I gotta say, I watched the whole season, and each and every time INXS sent the person home who should have gone home. Not once did they falter in any way.

I was saying that to myself when I watched the finale – they’ve been right every time.

(I’m gonna put the rest of this after the cut in case anyone hasn’t watched the show yet…)

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…fucking suspense is killing me.

Honestly. Why do I care? It’s one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I’m climbin’ the fucking walls. Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don’t wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already! I […]

Honestly. Why do I care?

It’s one half hour until the west coast showing of the rock star inxs finale, and I’m climbin’ the fucking walls.

Ok, I know I could go look up the result on the net. But I don’t wanna spoil it, right? I just want it to fucking start already!

I don’t think a reality teevee show has ever gotten me this wound (again, aside from when Lex got down to the final three, but you know, he’s a personal friend). But it feels like that sitting here wishing for JD to win when I know the choice is already made.

I’m thinking, tequila or ice cream? tequila or ice cream? I mean, I gotta do something.

more referral nonsense – dirty margaritas?

Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of […]

Ok, so I’ve talked about the whole referrals in the logs thing. I get all sorts of useful info about who’s reading (Hello out there! Yeah, you! I see you!), where I’m getting hits from (how’d I get on Sam Burns random blogroll, and how can I get her in bed?), and all sorts of random searches on skulls and tattoos and pirates and martinis and taco flavored kisses.

But I just got a hit from someone looking for a recipe for ‘dirty margaritas’.

Now, I don’t think that’s even a real drink, I think that was a confused user. But all I can think is, ick.

I’m trying to find a way to make that sound like a good drink, or to make it something dirty about a nasty little seniorita. But it’s not working. All I get is, tequila, lime, cointreau, and olive brine. Hell, that might even be good, but it sounds vile.

On the other hand, I’m now thinking, in this order:

  1. Mmmm, tequila
  2. Mmmm, nasty little seniorita

But that’s not really a surprise, is it?

Tattoos that make you wonder

Sometimes you see a tattoo and you wonder – what’s he/she saying with that? I was playin’ goofy-golf and there was a hispanic family ahead of us. Nice, friendly people. Woman in her twenties, a couple little boys, and a guy. But the guy was kind of interesting. Older, a bit, but it was hard […]

Sometimes you see a tattoo and you wonder – what’s he/she saying with that?

I was playin’ goofy-golf and there was a hispanic family ahead of us. Nice, friendly people. Woman in her twenties, a couple little boys, and a guy. But the guy was kind of interesting. Older, a bit, but it was hard to tell how old since his head was shaved. I’d guess he was my age, fourties, but he could have been ten years either direction of me.

Later they were joined by several more kids and a couple late-teens-early-twenties girls.

I’m looking at them and thinking, ok, family, birthday party. Guy’s either dad or grampa.

But you know, I look at this tattoo he has on the back of his neck and I keep thinking, that means something different.

Daddy Tattoo Small

I dunno. Maybe it’s just me. But a tattoo that says daddy, on a man. It just sorta makes me wonder.

Of course, I can think of a person or two I’d like to see that same tattoo on. And no, Ken, you’re not one of them. No matter how much I love you.

Talk like a Pirate Day

Arrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, t’day, the nineteenth’ a’ september. Avast there ye bilge rats! Be spreadin’ the word, sez I. (I’m sorry) (No, actually, I’m not.)

Arrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, t’day, the nineteenth’ a’ september.

Avast there ye bilge rats! Be spreadin’ the word, sez I.

(I’m sorry)

(No, actually, I’m not.)

Veni, Vedi…

What exactly is the latin for I came, I saw, I watched some great teevee? So we’ve talked a little bit about reality teevee (c’mon, people, pick JD already), and we’ll get back to that shortly with new incarnations of Survivor and Amazing Race going down. But let’s talk about something a little bit artier, […]

What exactly is the latin for I came, I saw, I watched some great teevee?

So we’ve talked a little bit about reality teevee (c’mon, people, pick JD already), and we’ll get back to that shortly with new incarnations of Survivor and Amazing Race going down.

But let’s talk about something a little bit artier, shall we?

Well, not arty in a bad way. There’s all sorts of tasty nudity, see.

Let’s us talk a bit about the glory that is Rome.

Now, you expect great things when you say hbo and series together. Look at the track record; the Sopranos, Six Feet Under, Deadwood, the Wire, Sex and the City, Carnivale, Curb Your Enthusiasm. I mean, you see a thread there, right?

So it’s not like it’s news that Rome is really really good.

But it took a little warming up to. Like Deadwood, it’s dense, complicated, filled with characters, and at times deeply difficult to track. I feel like I should be taking notes when I watch this show, and the first episode, only the fact that I’ve studied ancient Rome a bit kept me from getting lost. I think wasn’t ’til the third episode that I really decided that a) it was really good, and b) that I really liked it.

There’s so much to like. I mean, let’s start with the obvious, there’s nudity (obligatory homer moment – Mmmmm. Nuuuuuudity…) I mean, lots of it. Yummy, tasty nudity. Beautiful girls riding on men kind of nudity (just about my favorite thing, the girl on top). Beautiful slave girl nudity. Nursing mother’s nipples nudity. Roman brothel brutal-hair-pulling-fucking-from-behind nudity.

Did I mention nudity? We just need some more slave girls, is all, to make it complete.

Then let’s talk about the technical stuff. The set is simply enormous, and looks incredibly authentic to my eye. The costuming, set decoration, the art design, it’s all spectacular and complex and rich and gives the feeling of real, living roman cities.

The cast – mostly british performers who look vaguely familiar but whom I can’t place, to a one they’re superior actors, with many standouts.

And then there’s the writing. I don’t care how good your sets are, your cast are, your ideas, plots, special effects. Your show begins and ends with the writers and the writers make or break it. This show is incredibly well written. Oh, I can’t say it’s deadwood; deadwood makes frontier poets of rough, villainous cowboys, while not compromising their being cowboys. But Rome feels like something distilled down from shakespeare and robert graves, as imagined by modern writers with a modern way of telling a story. So there’s a classic complexity to the dialog, without it being rendered impossibly dense.

Everything from bawdy conversations between soldiers to roman senatorial debate has a natural, real sound, while not falling into the trap of having romans talk and act line someone on the west wing.

I must say though, my favorite character is Titus Pullo, a roman soldier who winds up somehow in the midst of all the political upheaval. The HBO character page describes him thus:

A ferocious lover of life, possessing the courage and loyalty of a warrior, but the morality of a pirate. A man of huge appetites and wild passions. Impulsive, unreflective, optimistic, conceited, generous, and brutal.

I of course, identify with him heavily, when he says things like “Women scream my name by night from here to…” I like to think he’s the me I would have been had I lived in 52 bc. Particularly the morality of a pirate bit.

If you’re not watching this yet, they should be doing one of the catch-up weekends, check the schedule on hbo.com. It’s really worth slogging through the first couple shows, even if they seem difficult.

And you know, there’s the nudity.