Romanian mayor’s Nazi uniform provokes outrage

21 07 2009

http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/07/21/romania.nazi.uniform.mayor/index.html

The best quote in the article has to be this:

“I checked it before I put it on, but the swastika was very small and I didn’t see it,” he said. “I really liked the look of the uniform after seeing it in the Tom Cruise film ‘Valkyrie.’ I bought it from a costume hire shop in Germany.”





Fractured Fractals

12 07 2009

After being forced to constantly turn my friend Corey down, I finally made it out to a park in Chino Hills where he and some friends play inline hockey.  While it’s about a 30 minute drive, it was well worth the trip.  Of course, it was hot and muggy, we only had one goalie, and I got sniped on a breakaway, but it was really fun to get back out there.   However, the one thing that kept frustrating me was my inability to finish.  I would execute a nice little toe drag (of sorts) approaching the goal, but I couldn’t elevate the puck to save my life.   I’m still a decent skater, and I can defend and pass as well as anyone else we played with, but I never have been all that great of a shooter.  I am great, however, at falling on my butt.  Only did it once, but it was absolutely unassisted, and my elbow still hurts a little.  Thankfully I was wearing gear, so no chance of my killing myself or anything.  We weren’t exactly playing to kill, either.  (as long as you don’t count my wrist shot that tagged the goalie in the face.  Masks are our friends.)

Now I get to start another week.  Last week was one of my harder weeks to get through in a long time, and I hope this one is better.  Attitude adjustment, right?

Also finished reading The Shack this week.  I’m still formulating my opinion of the whole thing, but I have lots of little reactions to some of the prose.  The phrase “Thomas Kinkade of Literature” came to mind more than once.

Not that there’s anything wrong with Thomas Kinkade.

Go team.





Death Penalty

9 06 2009

After reading about Sr. Gallo’s not guilty plea this morning, I read a lot of angry diatribes.  While there are some interesting arguments for the severity of punishments for drunk driving, the death penalty itself is a pretty interesting concept.  I’m barely awake right now, but I like throwing things out there while I remember them.  Here’s a few of my thoughts on the subject:

-If you could not flip the switch, you can’t justify it being done.

-Can anyone truly call themselves a sinner saved by grace and then choose to send a sinner to hell (effectively)?

-People didn’t have to worry about these things when the earth swallowed up sinners by the thousands.

-Do harsher penalties really deter violence?  In gang-related scenarios, I tend to agree that they do.

-Is capital punishment for capital crimes appealing to our best or worst nature?  (that is, satisfying some lust for blood atonement or releasing the sinners to the depths of sin itself)

-I don’t want taxes increased for criminals’ sakes.  However, I’m also against California’s threat/statement that prisoners will have to be realeased (what?) in the near future because of overcrowding and budget constraints.

-People would steal less if it cost an arm.

-There would be a lot more one-armed people around if we still operated on that principle.

-Are florescent lights worse than death?  Yes.  Yes they are.





HAY

1 04 2009

For April Fool’s Day, I will tell you a good joke.

I was at home making dinner for Thatcher and Clint the other day (they are bad at doing things) when I got a call from Randall.  He told me that I should come down and audition for a play he was doing because the last guy who was doing another role in the play maybe has to get his foot cut off.  SO, the guy playing another role was going to take his spot, and that second guy (Ryan) had left his role vacant.  SO, I decided to take Randall’s advice and head down there to read for the director, since I am universally known as The Best at everything.  I went down there, and I thought about how ironic it was that I was going to perhaps be in a play, since I have always considered myself a terrible actor.  Then, I realized that that probably wasn’t really ironic, just strange or conicidental, and I decided that I was going to lord it over everyone like Tobias or something.  However, I have now resolved to ACT THE CRAP outta the thing, which has resulted in mostly terrible things.  Mission accomplished.

So, really, I just wanted to whine a bit about how unqualified I am to be doing this.  I hope that I lower everyone’s expectations enough to prevent them from eating before the show.  Vomit can really drag us actors down.





Soon to be translated to prose

17 03 2009

The prologue heightens my senses

And the overture rattles the nerves,

Twelve lines until the lights bare my body.

He says that Timing is Everything,

But the extemporaneous is the life-blood.

As the cue approaches, my memory begins to flicker.

I won’t trip over the curtain tonight

I won’t clear my throat so clearly

One must enunciate and emphasize

And never forget to cauterize

The wounds of stuttered lines

And jumped cues.

This is not home for me;

It is hardly even my choice of stops

But as I am here, I must learn

To learn what is here for me

To say what has been written for me

And to do what has been done better before me.

But Jack and Charley need their wine

(And Lord knows Babbs needs his hairpins)

So the resourceful valet shall be taken up

By the recalcitrant writer

Who just missed his cue.