Thursday, February 23, 2012

Dude, Seriously... Just Watch.

We started watching the original Star Wars trilogy with our three-year-old a little while back and we just finished the second movie this evening.
Now, I have not taken him out to the movies (yet), but mommy has taken him out to several with friends and she claims that he is very well-behaved in the theater.   He does great in restaurants and awesome in church so I have no reason to doubt her.
I guess...
Here are some of the questions he had throughout the movies so far.  And when I say “throughout” I mean “Throughout” - bolded, italicized, and complete with a capital “T”.  First, take the list below and pepper the movies very, very liberally with these first few items roughly every 30 to 90 seconds.  

Where are they now?
Who is that?
Is that a ship?
Is he good or bad?
Is that a good guy’s ship or a bad guy’s ship?
Is/are he/they dead?
What happened?
And now here are some of the more unique questions requiring me to actually pause the movie:
Why are they in Africa now?
Why do they [Jawas] speak Spanish?
Who lives in that boat [talking about Jawa sandcrawler]?
Why can’t Chewbacca talk right?
Where did Obi-Wan Kenobi go?
Why can’t I see Obi-Wan Kenobi when he talks?  Is he a shadow?
Why does he [Darth Vader] wear a cape?
Why is he [Darth Vader] sitting in that clam?
Where did his [Luke’s] hand go?
Why is he dressed up like Darth Vader?
This last one resulted in a two-minute Who’s-On-First-like verbal exchange that, if he was fifteen years older, would have resulted in a fistfight (What do you mean “Who’s in there?” It’s Darth Vader!  Yeah, I know, but why is he dressed like Darth Vader?  Oh... I see... So he can breathe.  See, a long time ago he was hurt and... Yeah, but who’s inside of there? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, I JUST TOLD YOU! I KNOW, BUT WHY IS HE IN DISGUISE?! HE”S NOT IN DISGUISE, THOSE ARE HIS CLOTHES! etc, etc...) 
But it was not all questions and me patiently answering them while psychically pleading with him to shut up for two seconds for Chris’sake. He had some comments, too.  It is getting late so I will just list the best one and the worst one so far:
Best Comment So Far:
When the first Imperial Cruiser glides into view at the beginning of A New Hope: “Whoa!”
Worst Comment So Far:
When Luke dramatically drops to the bottom of Cloud City shortly after having his hand chopped off by Vader:  “Wheeeeeee!”
Even though this last comment easily blows away the awesomeness of the first one, we will start and maybe finish the third (and final) movie over the next few days.  
More later.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Insert Clever Space-Filler Post Name Here

Haven’t posted in a while, and I don’t have a lot of time now.  Here’s some stuff, though.  
Been busy around the house.  We started transferring stuff to the storage facility in preparation for moving.  Mostly attic junk for now but we should have all unnecessary stuff out of the house by the time the contractors get here to prep the place for sale.  
Little guy is sick - looks like a minor stomach bug.  He should be fine by the time he wakes up from his nap.

We should be getting our second "snow" of the season tonight, if you can call one inch of accumulation "snow".  Boy, back in my day...

That reminds me... Caught Off Limits: Buffalo on the Travel Channel while I was at the gym the other day.  A good chunk of the show was devoted to areas in Lockport around the Erie Barge Canal that are inaccessible to the public and haven't  been visited in decades...  I talked with my brother about it and we agree that anyone that has been a teenager in that town within the last 30 or 40 years would never use the words "inaccessible" or "unvisited" to describe these places...

I passed my latest Rocksmith gig but I discovered what appears to be a huge bug in the scoring methodology.  I won’t bother getting into the details but it turns out that if you fail a gig you still get all the points you achieved during each of your attempts, not just any small improvements.  Result: I failed a gig twice and passed it the third time - so instead of the 350,000 or so points I deserved, the game actually gave me more like 1,050,000 points.  I told Jimmydunes and he posted the information on the forums - we will see if it is a bug or intentional.  I updated the sidebar with my current setlist and “score”, FWIW.
More later.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Perfection Through Incompetence (Part VI)

Go to Part I  
Go to Part V
Before it came time to pass out the collected items at the SA distribution center I needed to find out where, exactly, it was.  I called and got an address which, according to the GPS, did not exist.    I called again to make sure I had the “right” address and was told the same thing again. 
When I told the person on the other end of the phone that I was in the parking lot of an auto parts store and that I was staring at an empty alleyway where the address should be she said “Well, that’s the address I have.”  After pushing the issue a little more I was given a cell phone number for one of the volunteers that happened to be in the distribution center at the time and he was able to give me directions to the correct location - several blocks away.  I was told to park around back.
This year’s distribution center was an unused ex-store of some kind roughly the size of a large gymnasium.  The crowd shuffling impatiently outside of its blank, bleak facade was semi-organized and much, much larger than I expected for noon on a workday. I am not sure why I was surprised at the number of people there - I just was.  Unlike me, lots of folks clearly had no trouble finding the place. I pulled around back, parked, and went in for my four-hour shift.  
Here is a rough sketch showing how the place was arranged.



I walked in, looked around, and asked someone what I should do.  I was told that the Angel Tree area had all the people it needed but the Toys for Tots distribution needed support.  I said OK and was pointed to the area of the diagram where you see the selection tables.  My job was to run between the massive piles of donated toys in the center area and the various selection tables and keep them stocked with age- and gender-appropriate toys as they were depleted by escorted customers.  
A word on that word.  The recipients were provided with shopping carts and were escorted around the inside perimeter of the building where they could pick out two toys per child from the tables (books and games were in a different area that I never saw).  Calling them “customers” instead of “applicants” made it feel to the needy like a shopping experience, the SA folks said, and it was important to make them feel dignified... at least to their faces (more on that in a bit).
Most of the time I was the only person stocking the tables in that entire aisle.  Sometimes another volunteer would briefly appear in the aisle holding a snack or sipping on a soda, presumably from a break area that I heard mentioned but never actually saw.  Just as quickly as they arrived they would disappear to parts semi-unknown.
Many (not all) of the volunteers that I did see were clustered in the areas indicated above chatting or playing with the toys (throwing a football or Frisbee around, say) dispersing only when one of the higher-ups did a walkthrough.  A couple (a guy and a girl) were openly and loudly talking about how disgusted they were with the customers - “I bet most of these people drive a better car than I do”, “Why do they have cell phones if they are so damn needy?” , “You just know most of these people are drunk or high” - a few feet away from the 6-mil tarps.  When I mentioned that the people coming down the aisles there could plainly hear everything they were saying, the girl just shrugged and they both walked off.  
A fight - more of a shoving match, really - took place out front while I was there but I did not witness it personally.  I found out about it from one of the volunteers who was absolutely bursting with delight when she reported “There’s a riot going on out front!”  When I later asked the stoic Marine in charge of the Toys for Tots operation there what had happened, he barely glanced up from his cell phone and said “Nothing.  Just some people pushing.  It’s been taken care of.”  Fair enough.
I guess hours and hours of waiting around for your turn to select Christmas presents pushes some folks’ buttons.   And, yes, a few of them were noticeably “drunk or high”, just as the volunteer complained, so that didn’t help matters.  As I was running back and forth I overheard one gentleman who was there to pick up something for a relative angrily turn to his escort and say “I waited five damn hours so I could get just two toys?!?”  He was mollified slightly when he was informed that everyone is also allowed to get a couple of books and a game.
Just as with the interview process I described in Part II of this post most of the folks coming through were just going through the motions.  A few were noticeably embarrassed and uncomfortable and a few were arrogant and demanding.  One thing they all had in common, though, is that they all went for the items that had the highest perceived value when they were selecting items from the tables.
Anyone would do this, really.  Think about it: are you going to spend “five damn hours” waiting in line to pick up a small pack of Hot Wheels cars and a Barbie as your two allotted toys or are you going to get a humongous RC car/truck/tank and a Razor scooter instead?  Exactly.  
For what it’s worth I saw no bicycles, computers, MP3 players, or any other high-end items during my time there. Also, I don’t know what happens to the thousands and thousands of toys and games that do not get picked through this handout process  - I assume there are other ways that these items are distributed throughout the year or else it would quickly become a storage nightmare. 
When four o’clock rolled around I stopped and stretched and told someone in charge I was leaving.  They thanked me then wrote my name on a list for some reason.  That was that.
On the drive home I mulled over everything I had seen from the initial interviews forward.  After witnessing start to finish the huge number of glaring and easily addressable problems that permeated this process and, in essence, defined it, I began compiling a list of ways to fix... well, everything.  By the time I rolled into my driveway I knew I had the answer. 
Do nothing.  The system is not broken.  In fact, it’s perfect.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Meh... I Prefer The Tungsten Ones.


As sweet as these are, they may be responsible for our low test scores...

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Fries, I Guess... And Maybe The Dressing.


Ooh, la la!  How exotic!  Thank you for the recommendation, Alfred!  You know, I hear their oignon floraison is simply to die for...

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Did I Stutter?!

Bought the Star Wars box set today.  I am looking forward to the boy getting up from his nap so we can start watching them this dreary, rainy afternoon.
There have been enough rants about how directors should not be allowed to muck with films after their release, so I won't get into that.  It just saddens me that I won't be able to share the same frame-per-frame experience of these three (Yes. Just three.) films.  After all, E.T. and even Emmet Otter's Jug-band Christmas have both been "improved" or "updated" over the years so I guess I am just going to have to deal with the changes.  Seems to be the way of the world...
There is such a thing as going too far, though, with this whole "nice-ification" trend.  I hope I never live to see the day where, in place of showing off a cigar-burn scar in that iconic scene from the movie The Breakfast Club, Judd Nelson's character proudly whips this out instead: 



Just sayin'...