Category: Misc


Harry Potter

In a fit of “I don’t know what I want to listen to”, I decided to listen to the Harry Potter audio book series again (Stephen Fry version, thank you very much). And every time I listen to it, I have questions. Questions that NO ONE asks. Because they’re smart. And don’t spend stupid amounts of time thinking of these things.

Constant peril:

  • In every book, Harry and friends get into life threatening situations. My first thought was “WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YOU CONTINUE TO SEND YOUR CHILD TO A PLACE WHERE THEY COULD DIE HORRIBLY??” I mean goddamn! It’s. SCHOOL. You don’t expect your kid to snuff it at a moment’s notice when they’re IN SCHOOL of all places. And this relaxed attitude about it. “Oh, Cedric bit it? Shit. Welp, see you next term!” Really? What the hell is that?? My kid dies on school property, I wouldn’t stop suing until I was dead in the ground.

The Weasleys:

  • These people have how many kids? 7? And they’re one of the most prominent wizarding families? But somehow there’s no hardship scholarship? Come on, now!

Hogwarts/other schools:

  • Can we get some central heat and AC for these kids? The hell?

Tech:

  • The ministry can detect what spell was cast, the precise time, the precise place, can send you a letter mere minutes after the fact, but it can’t tell who cast the fucking spell? Brilliant. That’s government for you.
  • And what the hell? No phones, no lights, no motor cars (well, there was talk of cars later), no internet (again, to be fair, Harry started Hogwarts in 1991), no cell phones (again, 1991), no TV, no movies, and no one seems to read for pleasure. What the hell do these people do for leisure? The closest thing I remember is Mrs. Weasley listening to a Christmas program on the radio. THE RADIO.
  • Owls. Really? This is the fastest means of communications when you have no fireplace? You can make a mirror that shows your deepest desires and a room that appears when you need it, but you can’t make a goddamn phone? I’m not even talking cell phones. Just a plain old Alexander Graham Bell style phone. What would Harry’s life had been like if someone coulda called Lily and James with a “Peter sold you out, yo. Beat feet.”
  • Quills and parchment? So Hermione’s homework wouldn’t be valid if she wrote it in a Mead spiral with a ball point pen? Them shit’s cheap, quills and parchment ain’t.
  • @aelerelean brought up the idea that even though Mr. Weasley works with Muggle artifacts and collects them, he is completely flummoxed by phones and electricity. I countered that the wizarding world didn’t see a need to develop that kind of tech. Also, pointing out that Arthur works in the department (and is an “expert” at Muggle tech) is like pointing out that Mulder was head of the X-Files department. Frankly, no one else wanted. This leads back to that lack of recreational reading. He could get his ass to a Muggle library and read a goddamn book about phones, electricity, ANYTHING.

I know I’ll have more to add. I only restarted Chamber of Secrets around noon today.

Teach Them Early

@aelerelean and I have the same Krampus t-shirt. I like it. It’s the Krampus, after all. We wore them for a Christmas party. Where there were children in attendance. The 4 year old angelic (or not, depending on if you ask his mom or me) little boy walked up, poked me in the boob and we had this exchange:
“What’s what guy?”
“He’s the Krampus.”
“what’s Krampus?”
“Well, he travels with Santa and when–”
“I HAVE THREE PENNIES!”
“…Yes you do, buddy.” He takes off.

*note*: don’t give long winded explanations to 4 year olds. But later, he came back and was still intrigued with said Krampus. Again, poke to the tit:

“Who’s that guy?”
“He’s a creature. His name is Krampus” little blue eyes locked on my chest.
“Those two kids are sneaking up on him.” Wow. Smart kid.
“No, he’s stealing those kids because they have been bad. Really bad.”
“Why’s he gots a broom?” poke to the left boob, at which point Dad says “I think he’s found a way to grope boobies without getting caught.”
“Oh, that’s not a broom, those are switches. For spankings. To the naughty kids. Instead of presents from Santa.” Kid thinks hard for a couple of seconds and says, quite matter of factly:
“I’m not going to see him, because I’m a good boy.”
“Yes you are, little guy. You are a good boy.” He thinks on it a little more then runs off to play. I swear it was the CUTEST THING EVAR! Smartest damn 4 year old I ever saw.

Another friend was given Baby’s First Mythos so that he may indoctrinate his young ‘uns (4 and 7). I asked him if he really would read them those stories and got a very excited “YES! Of course I will!” I approve. If either one of them goes to school and says “No, I is not for ‘Ink’, I is for INNSMOUTH” I might just fall over in a faint from the absolute cuteness.

Holiday Gift Giving Tips

It is a scant 8 days until Christmas. Many of you have completed your shopping and are feeling quite satusfied with your purchases and plans for Christmas morning/day. After reading the “worst presents” thread on the Something Awful forums and some of the horrible shit that goes down, I feel I must write this.

Parents: It is not funny to get the empty box ofthe thing your kid wants most in the whole wide fucking world–would rape, murder, rob, kill, maim, to get–and fill that box with ANYTHING other than that thing. Your kids want an XBOX 360? Don’t find a box and fill it with winter clothes, socks, or god for-fucking-bid UNDERWEAR. This shit is not funny. Filming it and posting it on YouTube is also, NOT FUCKING FUNNY. Fucking over your kid, filming it, posting it on YouTube, AND asking the kid to look into the camera and CRY is also NOT MOTHERFUCKING FUNNY. Why do this? To teach kids “you can’t always get what you want?” There’s 15 million better ways to do this. Kid has been asking for ever for this mondo expensive thing. If you can’t afford it, TELL THEM. When I was a kid there’s lots of shit I wanted that we couldn’t afford. A simple “Well, Topenga, Santa may not be able to get that.” or, if the kid is older “I don’t know, Bobby, that’s kind of expensive. We can’t really afford it.” If you haven’t raised a bratty demon spawn, then the kid will understand (he’ll still hope it’s under the tree) and not be horribly disappointed. But taking the box of the thing he wants and filling it with clothes? You know what you just taught that kid? Not that “we can’t always get what we want”. Oh no. You just taught him “Parents Cannot Be Trusted.” Ever. Don’t fucking do this. Just don’t.

Now, if you’re gonna get the kid the thing and you want to play a little trick first. That’s not horrible. You know, let them unwrap a box roughly the same size and it’s not it or games for the console but not the console and say “ah shit, I thought PS3 games played on PS2” or something, or even better, pull the good old A Christmas Story thing and hide the box and go “hey, whassat over there? Go get it for me, so we can see who it’s for.” That’s cool. But for the love of fuck, make sure your kid’s not a brat. This will not work on them. It will piss you off so much that you don’t want to give them Super Awesome Gift.

Parents: Some of you play favorites. That’s straight up bullshit. Giving one kid a $20 and an I.O.U. for a digital camera (that you never make good on) while the other gets an $800 laptop, dvds, games, etc IS NOT COOL. EVER. EVER EVER EVER. Fucking hell. What did that kid ever do to you? Were they stealing your shit to buy drugs? Did they set fire to the dog? What? True, there could be some legitimate extenuating circumstances, but for the most part DO NOT DO THIS. Kids see it and recognize it and most times don’t know what the fuck. Congrats on screwing up your kid. Jesus fuck. Common decency.

Extended family: Many of  you fuckers do this shit too. KIDS KNOW. THEY SEE IT. They have no idea what they did to piss grandma off to make her give them a dirty, ancient packet of Kool-Aid while their cousins get toys and games and cash. Fuckign cut it out. You got something against your own child because of who they are or who they married, tough. Dont take it out on the grandkids. Jesus fuck. Common decency again.

Spouses/Significant Others: AN APPLIANCE IS NOT A GIFT UNLESS THEY EXPRESSED AN INTEREST IN GETTING ONE. “I’ll get wifey a new vacuum because she is my wife and wives like shit like that for CHRISTMAS.” No, no they fucking don’t unless it’s the aforementioned “Wow. our vacuum sucks (hah!) I’d like to get this Super Awesome 15 Function thing!”  And on the flip side, ladies, don’t give power tools to your guy if he has never expressed an interest in them.

“Don’t be a jerk, it’s Christmas.” — Spongebob

Things I never thought I’d say (2009)

  • “When I got laid off….”
  • “You like that, don’t you, you dirty kitty…”
  • “I only had to clean up ONE pile of puke…”
  • “The Cardinals beat the Vikings…”
  • “The Saints are undefeated…”
  • “The Patriots kinda suck…”
  • “How can I work ‘fuckwail’ into everyday conversation…”
  • “I have a spare PS3…”
  • “The Raiders beat the Steelers…”
  • “Bay of Pigs is not what a group of pigs is called…”
  • “A snowflake just hit me in the eye…”

Awake

It is 7:32am on Sunday November 15, 2009 and I’m making this post. “Gee topenga, why are you up so early?” I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! I’m WIDE AWAKE and there’s nothing but shit on tv, The International Yo-Yo open 2009 is on HDNET right now. Yo-yo open. Ugh. I’m going to go read the paper.

I was wrong…

At the start of the semester/football season, I made some predictions and some snap: judgments. And I am here to say “I was wrong.” and I’m happy to admit it.

First: I said Vince Young wouldn’t be playing for the Titans come October. What happened? The pulled Collins out, threw Vince in, and ACTUALLY WON A DAMN GAME! Hot damn. Congrats, Titans.

Second: This post. Time went on, I got some homeworks back and an assignment waived. It’s not so bad. This isn’t his area of expertise. I’m sure he’s a fine instructor in his regular field.

How…odd

Puking machine

Originally uploaded by topenga dent

Do you see this? You may think this is just a cat, your standard average garden variety DSH (domestic short hair) tabby. You would be wrong. This is a DSH, tabby, 17 pound puking machine. According to his loving owners, he yarks when he’s upset. This is the most laid back, chill kitty–er, puking machine–ever.

But this is not about how awesome this lump of kitty is. Or how awesome his sister is. Or how much of a cute little bastard his brother is.

It’s about cat puke.

@aelerelean and I are watching over 2 of the furry little buggers while the owners are otherwise occupied. Every time we go over, we count the yark piles. Believe it or not, this gives a good indication of who’s grumpy and who’s not.. Last night was a yark free night! Awesome! Good kitties!

As we left our own house this morning for work, what did we find on the porch? Some random neighborhood cat had left us a nice pile of puke (I resisted the urge to take a picture).

Sonofabitch.

Notable things about today

  1. I got a Kennedy half dollar as change at Einstein Bros. Bagels. Haven’t seen one in ages!
  2. KLBJ FM had an author on who wrote a book pretty much fingering his own father as the Black Dahlia murderer.
  3. The same author is promoting a book that says his dad struck again as The Zodiac Killer. Freaky. Thinking I need to read these books.

What a hell of a week

This week–month– saw the passing of 4 huge pop culture icons: David Carradine, Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson.

David Carradine. I’ll be honest. I hated the shit out of Kung Fu. But I watched it occasionally, because I am a child of tv. I watched whatever was on. I knew who he was, I knew about his character. I really liked his show on the History Channel called Wild West Tech. That was cool. He was a cultural icon for my generation, even if I didn’t always watch his stuff.

I grew up watching Ed McMahon on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson (Yes, kids, there was late night talk shows long before Conan, Leno et al.), with Dick Clark on TV’s Bloopers and Practical Jokes, and of course, Star Search.  It almost pains me to think that there are people running around today who don’t know who he was or don’t recognize that he was being spoofed so many times. And really, you probably shouldn’t. I mean, he was around and working when my mom was a kid. So, I can forgive that.

Farrah. Oh my Farrah. She was hot. Smoking hot. A Charlie’s Angel for christ’s sake. She was IT. Before the Mila’s, the Angelina’s, she was IT. Absolutely gorgeous. Now, I didn’t watch hardly anything with her in it, but I still knew who she was. Cancer is a horrible way to die and I hope she’s finally at peace.

Now Michael. Fuck. When I was a kid, you were a Prince fan or a Michael fan. I will admit, I had a hankering for the purple prince of paisley park. But at the tender age of 8, I really shouldn’t have. I thought of Michael as a wuss compared to Prince, but I wasn’t about to not listen and rock out to Thriller. Thriller was the scariest goddamn thing I had ever seen. And back then, I made it a point to scare myself. To this day, I can’t be in a graveyard without quietly freaking out. I was convinced the dead were gonna rise as soon as the sun went down. The Thriller album came out in 1982. I was but a tender young lass of 7. I got the tape for my 8th birthday (I think). I almost wore that fucker out. Actually, I lost it before I got a chance to properly wear it out. I watched as he did the motherfucking moonwalk live on the 25th anniversary Motown celebration, I stayed up to watch the mini-movie video for Thriller (it came on after Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl. No shit.), I memorized Say, Say, Say and wondered who that white guy was singing with him (ahem. Paul McCartney), I watched the brand new Fox station to see the Black or White video where he went ape shit on some cars and turned into a panther (yeah, I was all “wtf” with the rest of the country). I can’t say that I was a huge fan in his later, more disturbing years, but he still had an influence on me and just about everyone in my generation whether they were fans or not. I want to remember him as he was before he turned into Uncle Creepy McBadTouch. All of his acheievements over the decades (DECADES!) cannot and will not be forgotten despite his scandals.

I feel old. These people were stars I grew up with. There wasn’t a kid who didn’t know who these people were. And now they’ve started kicking off.

So, here I sit with my mythical 40, sitting out on the curb. I pour some out for my homies: David (hey, Carradine died recently too, you know!), Ed, Farrah, and Michael.

Rest in peace.

Dear Graphics Card Makers (smacktard)…

Why do you have to make new cards so godawful huge?!? WHY??? Why did I have to disassemble my whole system just to fit this fucking huge monter of a card into my box? WHY? Why will it have to make @aelerelean get rid of an entire harddrive just to get his card to fit? The hell man? Goddamn! I mean, shit, guys. What kind of rigs do you think we run? It’s not all monster tripleplushuge watercooled behemoths! Some of us have smaller cases and, apparently, shitty airflow. But hell, man, I should have to start looking for cases with 4 120mm fans just to keep *YOUR* cards working properly. UGH! And why would I need a new case and more fans? Because your goddamn card idles at 70C. 70C!!!!  When I exit the Sims, it’s coming down from over 92C. That’s 15 kinds of retarded.All of my fans work, but apparently they just can’t handle the “awesomeness” that is your big ass, has at least 2 of it’s own fans running at 100%, card. Jesus!