Evil Wayne

Evil Wayne
my mental sieve...

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Random

You know, the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Special gets completely overlooked every year.

For a reason.

posted by Evil Wayne | 3:25 PM

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Monday, November 24, 2003

Short week

Just gotta get thru today tomorrow and early out on Wednesday. I'm already getting antsy about the holidays. Probably more so this time because we found out they want to start the renovations around the third week of January. Which means we have to clear out the bedrooms and sunroom so they can do the work before then. We can't bring down tons of decorations, because whatever comes down has to go right back up immediately following the freakin' holidays. So Thanksgiving kicks it off and it's only a couple of days away. We have to also squeeze in all the shopping as well as the hard-core cleaning. Oh it's going to make for a hell of season this year. >:O

I saw 28 Days Later... this weekend and I thought it was average. I say I because Tine didn't want to watch it after the part where the main character finds his parents dead from an overdose. I think it was more about the note they left than the suicide. She's not herself lately.

Anyway, I love a story set in a depopulated world (or Island Nation in this case), but it didn't really seem all that special. Especially after all the hype. I was really expecting something different. Why, exactly, don't the infected attack each other? That seemed like the best bet to have enraged infected assaulting each other. Yet, they seem to work together in some cases to try to attack the normals. Two of them run up the building after Jim and Selena when they're investigating the blinking lights. And a whole pack of them run after the car in the tunnel. That's actually the scene where I started to notice they weren't attacking each other. When the car gets away, the infected just sort of stop and stand around bewildered for a moment before the scene changes. Someone at work suggested that the disease make them into pack animals, but I don't buy it.

The part about the soldiers seemed cliché. Of course there would be a group of military men left over. Of course, they would be crazy. However, it reminded me somewhat of an older miniseries based on The Day of the Triffaids. That was British too. But there was a part where the survivors had kept the plants at bay only to be absorbed by a military contingent that was corrupt. Typical.

Overall, I liked the movie, but it was average.

posted by Evil Wayne | 3:43 PM

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Friday, November 21, 2003

Sexy

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head
You should know better you never listened to a word I said
Clutching your pillow and writhing in a naked sweat
Hoping somebody someday will do you like I did
–Maroon 5

posted by Evil Wayne | 11:50 PM

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Grey

So Lego, in an infinite act of oddity, has decided to change the color of dark and light grey to something else they're still calling dark and light grey. There's been a fantastically long thread about this on lugnet and some people are quite ravenous about it. Much of what's been said I have to agree with; if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

It started here: http://news.lugnet.com/general/?n=43553

I personally think it's too bad Lego believes it's necessary to change it. I mean, it's grey. How much "brighter" does it need to be? Neutral colors are a necessary fact of life and in a construction hobby like this, they're crucial. This would be great if they were adding variations in grey to the color palette, but they're changing existing colors after 20 or 30 years.

It just doesn't seem right.

posted by Evil Wayne | 5:11 PM

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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

YARLOP

[Yet Another Random Link-Only Post]

http://www.winternet.com/~mikelr/flame1.html
http://www.bongonews.com/
http://www.cenedella.com/stone/archives/000543.html
http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/110303/salesman-tech-support.gif
http://users.rcn.com/wmccaul/graphics.html?Space+Isle.x=37&Space+Isle.y=33
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/1422/war_pray.html

posted by Evil Wayne | 2:18 PM

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Monday, November 10, 2003

I'm so fucking tired it's not even funny [1].

I spent the weekend painting the bathroom this deep sand color. Or maybe it's light caramel? It's some derivation of brown, okay? I can't remember what the color was actually called because we bought it like a month ago. Or maybe longer. It was warm then, so I was probably late August or early September (my money is on August, to be honest).

See, that's the way things work around here. Snail's pace. Tine started ripping the old wallpaper off sometime in the Spring. She had just had enough of looking at it and did this really hap-hazard tearing down of the old paper. Here and there, just rip down what she could and leave the rest up. Well, sometime around July or so, I had enough of looking at the remains all around and took a blade to it and cleared the rest off–which did suck. The parts she tore down by hand were either where the glue had dried out or the moisture had loosened it. What I was left with was the hard core bonded stuff. Man, it sucked. There were parts that just refused to budge. I ended up tearing off chunks of the wall in frustration. Not to mention the tiny razor tool I was using. I eventually smartened up and got a bigger tool, but it wasn't useful in some of the smaller areas.

So we got this Deep Sand color (that's what I'm going to call it) and it looked neat on the card that had a little image of a bathroom done up in and that's just about the kicker, you know what I mean? See? Look, there's what our bathroom could look like. I really have to remember that it's a freakin' set I'm looking at–damn you marketing people! Damn you!

I spent the weekend taping up the bathroom and painting it. Of course I had started the taping job back in Aug/Sept so part of it was done already. :P But I finished it up and did the first coat in about three hours. It was cold enough outside to not open the window and I think the fumes were pretty strong because, for a short while the Care Bears were there but I had to boot them when the refused to do their own killings and I'm nobody's patsy, you hear me?!?

Yesterday, I had to throw on a second coat because the Deep Sand doesn't cover white all that easily. That was shorter, only like an hour or so. It's just a lot darker than I think it should be. Although, at one point I had the shade up and the natural sunlight splashing all over the place. It looked okay

But I think all those fumes really burned my throat. It's raw today and I feel like I can taste the paint. :P It sort of kept me up last night, and I was tired from before. I fell asleep on the couch Saturday night and every time I woke up—because you can never get a good night's sleep on that damn thing—I was too tired to actually haul my ass upstairs. Hell, I was too tired to even turn off the lights. So I've got this huge sleep debt that's killing me this morning.

Ugh... I don't even want to get into the colored towels/shower curtain Tine bought. I mean, come on, dark colors = smaller space.

As a consequence, we never got to go out and I have yet to see the Lego store in Burlington. Damnit! That actually gets me more upset than any lame color scheme. And I squarely blame Tine for that. >:|

Whatever.

On a brighter note, I mean to post that an old friend of mine got in touch with me recently. Tina (not to be confused with Tine, but oddly enough drawn upon the same Christine formality) called me on my birthday a week and a half ago. Straight out of the blue. Which is even more odd when it's been close to 15 years since I talked to her last. I mean, that fact alone is sort of a "holy cow". That I could have friends that I haven't talked to in 15 years is almost ludicrous. Shit, when the hell did I get this old??

Anyway, it was good to hear from here and that she's apparently doing well. It's too bad we live so far apart now, but at least the magic of email can keep you in touch. Sometimes I'm sure that email is the only way I keep in touch with several of my friends. If not, then I know I wouldn't have any contact with a couple of them.

Ok, I'm done.

[1] You know, as a side note, why do people say that anyway? Is there some default humor in saying things like this? I mean, is it normally to be construed to be funny when you're overtired or any of the other applicable instances of adding, "...it's not even funny"? I don't get it. I should probably stop using phrases that I don't get, that'd probably be a good start.

posted by Evil Wayne | 11:23 AM

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Friday, November 07, 2003

More Suckage

Whoo-hoo! Now it's November 7th.

I am such a dick with this stupid thing. Two months?!? Who the hell am I kidding, I couldn't write my way out of paperbag and somehow I continue to have delusions of actually being a writer. I mean, the whole freakin' point behind the blog was to practice my writing because the whole physical-journal thing is just a dismal failure as well. I have all these ideas and I keep fleshing them out on my commute, but that's as far as it ever seems to get. It's all so freakin' depressing.

I keep telling myself that when the kids are older, I'll have more time. Writing is something I need to be doing constantly and I can't seem to find the time to put a cohesive piece of anything together. (For awhile I was keeping this blog on writing.) Finn is so much work and so tiring lately. He's into everything and up at the crack of dawn. It really will be better once he's a bit older.

Finn did managed to sleep through the night most of the week. Unfortunately, he's developing a dry, hacking cough that's starting to create problems in the night. I'm pretty sure it's the dry air coupled with the electric heat (if you can avoid electric heat, by hook-or-crook do it. It's just about the worst). And the lame humidifier we bought doesn't seem to be much more than a glorified fan at this point. :P

Now, if I could just remember to post here more often. That would really be a start.

posted by Evil Wayne | 5:23 PM

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