Wii Sports Resort First Impressions

When you finally tear yourself away from the imagery that Clinton’s sludge is tainting Obama’s administration, you need to check out Wii Sports Resort.

Actually, on an Obama note: I’m working on orders for the library. I chose a couple of biographies on Obama and Michelle, as well as Audacity of Hope. But, since it’s a junior high library, he’s on the order spreadsheet right alongside Ashley Tisdale, Shia LaBeouf, and the Jonas Brothers. (The majority of the biographies previously were as current as Selena and Salt ‘n Peppa.)

With Wii Sports Resort, it’s a fun purchase. My first impressions? Well, you may have heard the result from when I was racing across a rickety bridge over a waterfall to confront 13 assailants wielding red lightsabers kendo swords while listening to Battle of the Heroes cranked at MAX.

And then flying around an island strafing the golf course and basketball courts with laser fire.

What’s not to like?

Take back the beep!

I wish that I could tell you about the crazy intro that I’m doing one of the training days next week, but it is top secret. Here’s a hint:

It’s crazy.

Other news:

If you’ve ever been annoyed by your cell phone minutes being wasted by voicemail instructions, David Pogue has your solution. The voicemail instructions are 15 seconds. That adds up if you actually listen to the whole pre-recorded message. Trust me, Pogue has done the math about how much that nets companies each year. He also gives instructions on how to beat the system-ish. (I already knew this trick. It’s called pressing buttons in a random combination. It’s how I could get E. Honda to beat Zangief.)

The phone companies have been threatened to stop their schemes (at least one of the schemes) and are being bombarded by Pogue’s readers. Pogue put a link to the different sites. T-Mobile got so swamped they created a special site for the Take Back the Beep! campaign. (Complete with filtering out any comments that mention the word ‘beep’.)

What Pogue’s calling for is smart mob action, like when protesters in the Phillipines took out the Estrada regime by coordinating with text messages.

I don’t think iPhone users have that voicemail instructions message, right? How will people know how to work this new technology called voicemail?

What analog doesn’t want you to know


As much as I miss my analog static versus my digital “No Signal”, I never knew the dirty truth about analog.

And yes, Star Wars guys, J and I just finished with removing the last of the nest. Now on to my school homework: searching for YouTube videos for the meeting that was planned during the meeting.

Immigrant Song, by that Police Academy guy, Michael Winslow:

Just kidding. This video is for the meeting.

A dead sparrow, piles of grass, and other things from Matthew 6-9

I have a satellite dish on my roof.

I did not pay for the satellite dish.

Well, the previous owner had it on the roof when I bought the house, so I guess that counts.

Yesterday ants started streaming through the ceiling in our kitchen. (Which happens to be near where the satellite dish is.)

A couple of days ago our DVR recorded So You Think You Can Dance, but left off all of the audio. It makes for a pretty confusing dance show without any music. (Sad, I know, because I hear it was bucc.) My pirate creative mind started thinking through how to steal a satellite signal without paying for it.

How do ants and dancing connect? (Aside from the obvious Dave Matthews reference…(“Dave Matthews GPS”))

I’ve been diagnosed with a blood disease called “sin”. One of the effects of this sickness is that it burrows down deep within my body and tries to hide so that it can’t be removed.

Kinda like a bird burrowing into my attic to make a nest.
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Seriously, the poor bird was probably in a storm and needed shelter. There were even eggs in the nest.

All had been dead for quite some time.

The bird had crawled in through where the satellite dish cord comes into the house. The install guy from before we had moved in years ago had not replaced the screen over a venting. This hole looked surprisingly similar to a hole for a bird house. We’ve been in this house since before my oldest child was born. The nest was of a size that Jeremy and I think it had been in there for quite some time.

I could go on treating the symptoms, spraying ants in the kitchen (did you know Clorox stops the ants without being too nerve-damaging humans?). But until the deep rooted cause of the ants, a dead bird in the attic, was removed, the symptoms would return from time to time when I least expected them. It’s like how my interactions with people sometimes get strained – it’s not the people that are the problem, it’s really the decaying, nasty stuff inside of me that taints those conversations. (See my other spiritual metaphor for another reference point.) Gotta get that junk out. Know what I’m saying?

Now, while two large men wielding a rake and a Shop Vac in an attic is rather hilarious (“fat guy in a little coat“), I know that there is part of the nest that we won’t be able to get. We removed the main cause, but some dead grass remains.

There’s only one surgeon I know that can remove the decay perfectly every time.

Slade and Mike, this photo explains my comment that warrants a bigger boat.
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“That, boys, is a perimeter.”

The next picture may not be suitable for all audiences. I feel bad for the bird and the second picture spurs compassion in me, but I know it’s not for everyone.
That in mind, I will put a pretty (non-disturbing) picture first as a consideration for you.

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and then a reminder of my own temporalness:
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Sam Raimi’s World of Warcraft Movie

Following in the great tradition of the Street Fighter movies, Double Dragon movies, Mortal Kombat movies, anything Uwe Boll touches, and the majority of videos on YouTube, Sam Raimi (from Spider-Man and Evil Dead) has announced that he will be making a movie set in the World of Warcraft universe.

Yeah. While he’s a director I respect, I liked the movie better when it was called The Guild.

I love augmented reality

Don’t forget the solicitations for the sale.

There’s a new iPhone app that displays directions/other pertinent information in an overlay on the camera. It’s really cool when used in a place like New York while trying to navigate public transportation:

This reminds me of other augmented reality experiments. Have you seen Squidder? These guys are insane, with face recognition in Flash, adding that recognition to Twitter updates, and the one that blows my mind: the t-shirt with your status updates…updating.

PaperTweet3d: Augmented Reality T-shirts from squidder on Vimeo.

I may have to experiment with things like my barcode shirt.

Did I mention that they put their source code online?

Those guys are the next generation of what I remember hearing about Kevin Warwick (part robot) and Steve Mann (the sousveillance guy who has a computer screen projecting into his eye. I remember when he was a student and his professors decided to let him wear his computer during tests. Now he’s a professor with his own cyborg following.)

I also remember the predictions by Howard Rheingold about Smart Mobs during some of my study while working on my masters degree. That’s when required reading doesn’t feel so required.

My tech prediction? Augmented reality will be pop-up/spam free for a few years and then it will be overrun. It’s ironic when I consider the content of today’s bloggh posts.

Shameless Solicitations

You should know by now that I have no shame in what I put online (granted, I keep it separate from my professional life, but I’m sure there are policies against some of these things)(I mean, each year a policy is named after me).

So in this shameless online rambling known as a bloggh, I present to you my friend Bruce’s eBay auction. If you are in need of high quality bath/kitchen/steampunk flying train materials, he’s the guy to look to. He knows his stuff, having coached me through many a home repair.

The other solicitation is for my Crest Sonic SpinBrush. The thing is freakin’ amazing.

Despite this photo, I wish I was at SDCC


Sometime in my life I’ll have to go to the ultimate Comic-Con. Maybe the book will take off with a nerd audience and I’ll be asked to do a signing? I know P.J. Haarsma and John Flanagan have that as part of their publishers’ marketing campaign.

Ideal scenario: I make it big and I need people to play Holmes and ValJean. I don’t know what I would think seeing people with homemade sewer rat spandex. But I do admire this TIE squad:


Even though these are from last year, I’m sure we’ll be seeing photos pour in today as people find decent wi-fi spots.

Right now Twilight is messing up all of the searches.

Forbes Fictional 15

You’ve probably seen the list, since it’s from December of ’08, but I find it interesting that Ming the Merciless was removed from the list to be replaced by Jabba the Hutt. That makes sense. But Princess Toadstool is off of the list, as well. Has the stock in turtle shells and pipes really dropped so much? Perhaps because there is an abundance there has been mushroom inflation. (Get it? Because the mushroom makes the characters bigger? Inflation? Nevermind.)

Check out the list here if you haven’t seen it already.

Buzz Aldrin Punches a Man in the Face


“The Eagle has landed!”
Thanks to Tommy Cannon for enlightening my morning with this video. You do have to watch this. It’s a conspiracy theorist getting in Aldrin’s face. (And commented on by the Mythbusters.)

The angry heckler/documentarian really should have done his research [rimshot]. Aldrin is the celebrity hot shot of the three. Maybe he knew he would get clocked. Neil Armstrong gives lectures on physics/astronomy/mathematics and rarely mentions his part in Apollo 11.

Mike Collins had an interesting interview posted at NASA.gov instead of doing interviews. Here’s an excerpt:

Q. I understand you have become a recluse.

A. I’m not sure that’s the word. I think of the Brown Recluse, the deadliest of spiders, and I have a suntan, so perhaps. Anyway, it’s true I’ve never enjoyed the spotlight, don’t know why, maybe it ties in with the celebrity thing.

From that joke I picture my father-in-law and Mike Collins cracking each other up at a glider field.

Here’s another interesting quote from Collins about playing your part and what it’s like on the dark side of the moon:

This venture has been structured for three men, and I consider my third to be as necessary as either of the other two. I don’t mean to deny a feeling of solitude. It is there, reinforced by the fact that radio contact with the Earth abruptly cuts off at the instant I disappear behind the moon, I am alone now, truly alone, and absolutely isolated from any known life. I am it. If a count were taken, the score would be three billion plus two over on the other side of the moon, and one plus God knows what on this side.

Let the fun illustrating begin!

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Today begins my crazy illustrations for my book. I saved this part of the process for last – partly because I didn’t know which scenes would remain in the book and also because I’ve been thinking about some of these for a year now.

Yeah, the past couple of months I’ve had pictures of tentacled sewer rats running through my brain. Don’t even act surprised.

Today also marks another sign of me getting old. I realized at the dentist that the dental hygienist very well could have been one of my students. Also, my wife didn’t tell me how young my dentist was. We got a recommendation from a family friend for the dental complex. When we looked at the website, I saw a picture of a really old guy dentist.

I was very surprised when Captain Awesome walked in. My dentist is my age. Why did I reel back a little? And when I say Captain Awesome, he looks just like the Chuck character:

He even has the same relaxed surfer accent. I guess he had enough time to graduate medical school, right?

I also thought about how weird it is to pay someone to shoot radiation at your face. Tomorrow I go back for intensified lasers repairing a tiny cavity.

Well, if tentacled sewer rats (or automated laser bots) ever drag me off, at least my loyal readers have my dental records.
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Meet the Teacher

Really, this is for the grandparents. I have more photos, but I’m going to play LEGO Star Wars with my wife…in honor of Buzz Aldrin’s wishes.

Click the photos to zoom.

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The teacher already sang and blew bubbles. If I taught at the elementary level, my repertoire would be exhausted within the first hour.

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With friends from church

Church in an Alternate Timeline

Check back later for photos from Meet the Teacher.

I post this video with a warning that it may be offensive or make you cry:

Actually, if this guy’s worshiping (instead of focused on performing/crowd reaction), I think this is a cool rendition. (Yes, J and Futile Ohm, you can collectively slap me in the forehead (a Successive Forced Facepalm).) I’m not one to judge someone’s flailings.

A Big Band worship conference? Rock-stepping in the aisles? I think I can dig it.

I think I’m biased towards our trumpet player, though:

We Choose the Moon

Summer is the opposite of winter in my mind. In winter, I watch quite a bit of TV. This week I’ve only watched four episodes of Sliders and two of So You Think You Can Dance.

After reading those selections, I don’t know why any of you trust my opinion on quality television.

I really can’t believe that that’s all the TV I’ve watched. But then I realize I have been writing sunup to sundown (as in masters degree capstone sunup to sundown). Yesterday I started the drawing stage, immersing myself in Photoshop’s gravity well.

Spending so much time on the computer working, when I take a quick break of course it’s going to be on the computer.

When you’re not following Sarah Palin or The Author of The Shack (not The Shaq), you should check out We Choose the Moon.

It’s what Apollo 11 might have looked like if we had all of the tech to do status updates to give instant updates.

As of my writing Apollo 11 is at Stage 6, half-way between Earth and the moon. If everything stays according to plan, we should see a landing around, oh, I don’t know, July 20-ish.

At the site it not only has the countdown and the visualization, but it’s also streaming all of the dialogue between Capcom (Mission Control, not Street Fighter) and the astronauts. (Click on those links to follow them on Twitter. I set it up for text updates – so that I feel like I’m someone so important the astronauts feel the need to text me.)

Listening to the streaming audio makes me feel like when Tom and I removed two of the legs from our dorm room beds and slept like astronauts while the NASA channel gave us updates on John Glenn’s return to space.

In the bottom right of the site is what puts it all into context. Scrolling are fun facts about 1969, like how gas was 35 cents a gallon or how Slaughterhouse 5 was on the New York Times bestsellers list.

You definitely have to check out the video and photo galleries. After 40 years there is still media that I haven’t seen before. It’s all sponsored by the JFK presidential library. I think it’s really cool and for that I give you JFK’s moonshot speech:

Either that or Jean Claude Van Damme’s Double Impact mixed with Karate Kid II (or if Chuck Norris’ Top Dog is more your thing).