Category: Geeky Fanboy

It seems like an odd combination, but the parking lot that’s shared by CompUSA, PetSmart, and The Container Store is a Very Dangerous Place for me.
CompUSA:
Dear lord I’d like this. Anyone want to buy my color m130? with all the hardware? Cheap? Dead serious here: you could get a deal.
Messed around with the devil for awhile and boy those titanium powerbooks are put together nice, but came back to the Tungsten. Itsa ver’ ver’ sweet.
Container Store:
Get thee behind me, Eagle Creek. God I love this stuff. Still trying to find the perfect container for my phone/palm (and ideally the palm keyboard) that isn’t a purse.
PetSmart
Got a fetching ball so cool that even Jake played with it for a half-hour. Go me.

Stacy kicks ass.
That is all.

I’m officially foregoing Harry Potter tonight so i can stay home and watch Firefly instead. Jackie and Justin are still going — the shows are sold out for the whole night.
Seems like something similar happened with the first HP movie — everyone went, then I went later. Whatever. First one didn’t do much for me that the book hadn’t already done.
Geeky Trivia: The producer’s assistant that keeps a blog on the firefly website has a cameo in tonight’s episode.

Here’s a scary thought:
Firefly could get cancelled.
Birds of Prey could keep going, maybe for years.
That’s the world we live in.
Sometimes I understand not wanting to have kids. I mean… whoa.

My current favorite Firefly line:
River: The human body can be drained of blood in 8.2 seconds with the proper vacuuming equipment.
Mal: See, now, morbid and creepifying I’ve got no problem with, but don’t let her scare the cattle.
And speaking of morbid and creepifying, how about last night’s Buffy?
*deep shudder*
Yeah, me too. Jeez, that was some of the creepiest stuff I’ve ever seen them do, and they had something eating Willow alive a few weeks ago.
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Okay, onward: here’s a few quotes from Joss Whedon from a very recent interview:

Continue reading “Morbid and Creepifying”

Well, I really can’t recommend it any more than I have. I really enjoy Firefly, and I want keep it on the air. There’s a Fan Movement to support the show, and if you’re into it, check it out. Right now, they’re working on a postcard campaign for the Sweeps month of November and are auctioning off script books signed by the authors to raise money for a full-page ad in Variety.
Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts…

Awhile ago, I asked for people to send me music.
Yeah. I pretty much scored on that one. I wanted to thank the people that sent me stuff:

• ***Dave wins the “First Music Donation” award, though he sorta cheated, what with not having to mail them and all.
• Stacy wins the “Person with whom I could swap musical tastes and no one would notice” award. 20+ songs of kick-assedness.
• Meera wins the “A funky surprise in every box” award for sending me a great mix of stuff I would never have expected from her :)
• Mike (whom I didn’t know was sending me stuff at all) dredged up two CD’s of stuff I used to listen to all the time but despaired of ever getting MP3’s for. When I heard Temple of the Dog leading off the first CD, I smiled and kept smiling.
• Brian wins the “My God It’s So… Big” award. (19 CD’s. Nine. Teen. Cripes.)

Huge thanks — you guys rock. Now, I do too :)

So, the Garbage/No Doubt concert. Where to begin?
How about the bad?
There wasn’t much bad.
But…
Well okay, the bad was pretty Bad, you’re right. Let’s see, the opening band was the Distillers. Here’s a few thoughts:

• Obviously rebelling against the poseurs who know all three chords, their style was one chord plus feedback, then scream.
• How did they get this gig? Does Shirley Manson has esteem issues?
• Forget just throwing the picks into the crowd, just give up your whole instrument — please.
• Following their ‘act’, the road crew didn’t merely move their gear – there were ritual cleansings of whatever they’d touched.

Comment from Randy: “They didn’t suck donkey because no self respecting donkey…”
Their drummer was really good. In ten years, this band might not embarass him, or they’ll be dead and he’ll be with another group. I’m good either way.
Garbage
I used ear plugs during the opening act (and went outside the auditorium, and prayed for lightning to strike the stage), but with Garbage, I occassionally felt the need to hear what Shirley was saying between songs — the woman has a lot on her mind. I gather their most recent visit to Denver was a bad experience, but the crowd last night was awsome, and Garbage responded. Everyone knows how the band started out as a haphazard group of studio artists that sort of tripped and fell into popularity; how their humble beginnings meant they didn’t know how to act when they started touring.
Ladies and gentlemen, they’re over that. I enjoyed their set immensely.
Then No Doubt came out.
Actually, they came up. Through the floor of the underlit catwalk, to be exact. (Even the drummer, with a secondary set of drums. He stayed out in front on the catwalk for the first three or four songs.)
What to say about No Doubt?

• Jesus, Gwen Stefani’s in shape: vocally, physically, mentally. The rest of the group is probably ready to run a 10k, just to keep up with her.
• The drummer wore only a kilt and a pair of sneakers. Kick ass.
• At one point, Gwen said “the best part of being me right now is that I’ve got all of you,” while making a gesture somewhere between a group hug and scooping in the adoration — she wasn’t exaggerating — I’ve been to several good concerts and at least one I would consider great. I have never seen a singer own the crowd like Gwen did last night.
• Shirley was comfortable on the stage during her set, but after seeing Stefani move around Manson seemed clumsy and unsure, and the girl from the Distillers looked like someone possessed by a spastic poltergeist (actually, it didn’t take Gwen’s performance to cast her in that light, but oh well).

Bottom line: someone told me yesterday that they’d heard that No Doubt wasn’t very good in concert.
Allow me to retort: HA hahahah hahah ahaha aha aha ah aha h ahaha ahhhaaaaaaaa HEEEEEE… *wheeze*.

Heartfelt thanks to Randy for getting tickets for the great seats and suggesting it in the first place, and to Jackie for coming along and magically teleporting my pickup out of the parking lot after the show ahead of everyone else… that was cool.