Archive for August, 2010

To Be Read

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 30, 2010 by Budd Black

I finished my most recent book and wasn't sure what I would pick off of my shelf read next.  I have a shelf of books that I am trying to get through.  I bought the books at various times and have always preempted them with other books.  I am trying not to request books from the library or buy anything until I finish the shelf (exceptions of course for book club books and amazing deals like the copy of Spook County that I picked up a Big Lots for $3.  But I plan on going ot a William Gibson reading this month and will take that and maybe a couple of others to get signed).

With my mind drawing a blank and wanting to read some of the more recent additions as opposed to some books that had been collecting dust for a while, I decided to use the only truly random method; a child.  I called my daughter over and asked her which one I should read next.  She picked Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley.  I have read only one other book by MZB and it was a Darkover novel that I didn't care for.  So, I wasn't looking forward to it.  I pulled it down and it was sooooooo heavy.  It comes in at about 900 pages. 

Thanks a lot, Ashli.  Guess I had to read it sometime. 

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Yesterday’s Adventure

Posted in Uncategorized on August 27, 2010 by Budd Black
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We found this guy yesterday near our house.  Catch and release, to the displeasure of the girls.  He musked us a little at first, but settled down really quickly.   He was really pretty with some blue coloration. 

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Suck It Wonder Woman!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 24, 2010 by Budd Black

I reviewed Olivia Munn's book over at Sci Fi Media.

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Hey, Hey, We are the Monkees!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 23, 2010 by Budd Black

When I was in 4th grade, I discovered a show in reruns that made me laugh.  This show was the Monkees.  It was completely crazy, and I loved it from the first time I saw it. 

My oldest will be going int 4th grade this year and this weekend, after watching "Big Time Rush," I mentioned the monkeys and how "Big Time Rush" reminded me of the show.  I found one episode online.  Only one.  Who is hoarding this stuff and not allowing it be posted.  She watched it and enjoyed it a lot. 

Big Time Rush is a Nickelodeon show about four friends in LA and their efforts to try and make it as a pop group.  It is fairly funny and has some catchy tunes.  It is filled with silliness, montages, and chase scenes.  It pretty much is "The Monkees." 

Now to find more episodes of the Monkees.

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Project Time

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 16, 2010 by Budd Black

I never took woodshop in High School.  It wasn't offered.  It was offered in one of the middle schools I went to, but I was only there for half a year and that half was home economics.  Like most other kids I knew, I was always trying to build ramps, tree houses, and all kinds of other stuff.  I never had instruction on it though.  At a certain age it didn't even seem important.  Then I bought a house and not having a male figure in my life show me how to build birdhouse or spice rack seemed positively detrimental. 

DIY projects abound when you own a home.  Sure you can pay someone to do things but that cost even more money and my wife (and by proxy, I) is cheap.  I would have to learn how to use the tools and do things that most people grew up learning how to do.  Needless to say, my projects usually start out poorly and get better as I go along.  Obviously there are learning curves in anything you do, but I felt the lack or wood shop in school or doing things like this at home made my curve larger. 

This weekend, I started a project with my oldest.  I won't mention what it is in case it goes horribly wrong.  I have never done somthing like this, so there is again a learning curve.  I do know how to use my tools though, just not expertly.  Lessons have been learned.  Did you know that you can't use a regular drill bit to drill through plexiglass.  Well you can, but with disasterous results. 

Hopefully Ashli is learning from this and it is a memory she can carry forward.  Hopefully it turns out okay and it is something that will get years of use and she can be proud of her contribution, which basically amounts to handing me things, acting as a third or fourth hand, and occasionally manually screwing something in.

In case my wife is reading this (she is not), things that I could have used to make this project smoother that you could buy for me:  A T-square, a table saw, a router, and a dremel.  Oh yeah, and a bit for drilling through plexiglass and some of those quick release clamps. 

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You want to put a mosque where?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 10, 2010 by Budd Black

A lot has been made of the Mosque that is going to be built near ground zero.  I could care less really, but I think I will help others look at this rationally.

 

Did the people looking to put the mosque up purchase the land legally? 

Would building the Mosque break any zoning laws that where in place when the property was purchased?

Are we in America where you can do what you want with your own property as long as it doesn't break zoning laws?

 

See, that was really easy.  I don't want people telling me what I can and can't do on my property (within leagal constraints), so I won't go around telling people what they can't do on theirs.  Lets not go around trampling peoples freedoms, because the next person's freedom to get trampled may be your own.  Not mine; I will fight for mine. 

 

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You hear what you want or at least what you expect

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on August 6, 2010 by Budd Black

Some TV show on TNT had people handing out things outside of my building on Wednesday.  This is far from unusual as I work right beside Government Center in Boston.  People are always handing out free stuff there. 

What was beeing handed out were little silver pill boxes with the logo of the TV show on top with the words Feel the Rush.  I kindly thanked the girl as she handed me the box.  I swear I thought her say "free chocolate covered mints," the name of the show, and the Feel the Rush slogan as I was walking away.  I started peeling the tape off the can while I was going down the escalator to the subway.  By the time I was getting on my perfectly timed train, I was popping one of them in my mouth. 

I bit down expecting Junior Mint type of mints but felt a crunch under my teeth.  At this point I noticed that the chocolate had a strong coffee flavoring.  I had not bitten into a solid mint as I had concluded at the crunch, some idiot had put a coffee been inside chocolate.  I fumble with the tin and flip it over.  On the bottom it says, chocolate covered expresso beans. 

So, I am sitting on the train that is completely full with a crushed up expresso bean in my mouth.  Did I mention I can't stand coffee.  Love the smell, hate the taste.  There is no possible way that I can spit this thing out at this point.  anyway the damage is done and I have expresso bean crushed in my molars.  I did the only thing I knew to do.  I swallowed.  I didn't chew it anymore, I just swallowed.  I imagine it can be likened ot eating coffee grounds. 

At this point, I still don't know how these things are supposed to be enjoyed.  do just spit the bean out,  are you supposed to chew up the bean, or are you just supposed to swallow the thing.  I don't want to know. 

In hindsite, I should have known better.  The slogan was Feel the Rush, that morning the same people were out there handing out Ice Coffee, and most people were bypassing this person handing out the tins.  All warning signs, but in my defence, the tin was like a miniture altoid can and who has ever heard of chocolate covered expresso beans. 

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