…that the spammers on Yahoo Mail have been using a “Howard Family” reference in the subject line of their spam mail to me — that’s a reference to a group of genetically-linked, very-long-lived people in the fiction of Robert A. Heinlein.
I don’t expect to ever become even an honorary member of that fictional family. For reasons that I prefer to keep private, I anticipate being dead in twenty years, at most.
Also, I don’t anticipate needing the African-American dating service that has flooded my spam folder.
I’ve enjoyed much of the run…especially the comics. The first movie was… OK. Most of my objections were due to the divergence of the comic and movie story lines — there’s no reason for that, when you’re creating and marketing these things simultaneously, unless you’re only in it for the money. The second movie was a complete money-vacuum, but not without its points of interest.
The finale of the comic book series was another matter — it read like total movieland feelgood bullshit. Everything in issues 7 (where Red Mist/Motherfucker inexplicably has a change of heart and rescues Mindy) & 8 seems like a fantasy sequence, à la "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge", after Hit Girl probably got an pick-axe to the head and Kick-Ass probably was turned into a quadriplegic.
It’s not that I wanted them to fail — it’s just that the way that they won was lazy bullshit from the writer.
I claim nothing and all credit goes to everyone included in the films credits. This is for entertainment purposes only. Music by: James Horner, You can purch…
Should be subtitled: How to become a human being. Wish I’d had this when I was a child (I needed it very badly). Robin Williams brings everything necessary to this story, and no more. I will miss him for the rest of my life.
…I lose 10 points of IQ for every degree the temperature goes over 90°.
Saturday evening, watching minor league baseball. Kitsap BlueJackets vs. Walla Walla Sweets, 08-02-14. The Sweets whipped our Jackets 8-3, some say because of umpire ire over the lack of proper umpire facilities on the home field.
Much as I love my SF Giants, there’s a lot to be said for catching a small-time game at a local field: cheap tickets (walk-up, $10, pick your seat), seriously personal involvement with the players (and umpires) (and announcers), lotsa give-aways between innings, GREAT food (best ballpark sausages EVER).
The end of the regular season is only a week away in Washington, but I say — if you like live baseball, give a minor league team a try at least once or twice a season. It might get to be a habit for me.