Eulogy: Vio Con Dios, Glitch.

The Lost One has a few words about his much beloved computer.

(One second...Control your self...you owe Him this...)

Glitch what can be said about you? You were always there for me. When I had to take notes in class, you were there. When Professor V_______ was doing his ten minutes on how he hadn't assigned the part of the book that mentioned him by name, you and your wireless connection were there, too. When there was a three hour lay over in Denver, you and your DVD player were there.


What can be said about such a friend? You were always there. Oh, sure there was that time your battery was dead and there was no way to order that limited Edition *Star Wars* collectible, but it was always assumed that you were just helping to preserve my reputation. Not that the owner of this blog would ever...moving on. You were a friend who stuck out the times that that arrogant prig Peter the great was rampaging through the civilized world. You helped stop Yuri from taking over the planet. You made it possible for all those Barbarian tribes to be crushed under the hobnailed sandals of Rome. You were such a good little machine, that it is certain, despite a tendency to fatal error every time a CD was inserted, that you are now in the loving embrace of Silicon heaven, with The Bombe, Edison's light bulb, and the German V-2 rocket (he converted late in his life). None need fear that you are burning in the ungrounded flames of silicon hell, with the enigma machine, Ol' Sparky the electric chair, and every photo copier ever made. So thank you glitch, old friend, for years of faithful service. And the new Guy? He could only succeed you, never replace you.

To Glitch:
May digitally recorded choirs of Angels, sing you to sleep.

A quick Post for the Sylvan Creature.

Because the Lost One is positive the Creature is out there...somewhere...cursing the fakery of Hollywood land, a quick link about bad movie physics. The relevant portion reads:

4. Shotgun Blasts and Kung Fu Kicks Make Targets Fly across the
Room
With the string of new kung fu films out (they run the gamut from The
Matrix to Charlie’s Angels), you just can’t escape the small matter of bad
physics. Yeah, the action scenes look great and all, but in reality momentum is
conserved, such that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. So, when
you see a gal kick someone across the room, technically, the kicker (or holder
of a gun) must fly across the room in the opposite direction – unless she has a
back against the wall.

So there you are creature, other people noticed too.

Found via The Ace of Spades who should also have a review of 300 up with in the next couple of days(It rocked, in case you were wondering)...

Thank Heaven for Little Girls? Not so much...

The Lost One, having a truck load worth of spleen, and no one to vent it to, will now use his blog for its intended purpose.

Freaking A' when did teenage girls become so annoying? Admittedly, the Lost One hasn't hung out with teenage girls, for...seven years?... but really they couldn't have been this annoying then, could they?

Now the Lost One can imagine the consternation this post, what could have caused the normally level-headed Lost One to go on the offensive? The answer is quite simple, being stuck between two feuding groups of teens for two and a half hours. (Hold on the Lost One is currently experiencing a post traumatic flashback...AHHHHHHHHH...just another second and it is over...)

Where did the trauma take place? Why at the movies of course. The Lost One was in the middle of a perfectly good bit of cinema, when suddenly, it was decided that group 2 (sitting in the row in front of the Lost One) had been insulted by group 1 (sitting behind the Lost One).

Now the Lost One is a guy. D'uh, right. But what is meant by this is, he is no stranger to the odd pissing contest. However, when guys do it, it only lasts for a few minutes ends with the phrase, "Then step outside Bee-otch." (or some variant there of) at which time the groups go outside, or more likely one group goes outside and the other shuts the heck up, and switches seats and/or movies. Oh but not girls.

So the Lost One was treated to 2 plus hours of two groups of girls, wenching back and forth about the way someone was dressed, the popularity of members of a group with boys, and the reasons for said popularity, the age appropriate nature of the movie, the proper classification of one group in the canine species, or other exotica, ad infinitum, ad nauseum. Now, why you may be wondering did the staff of the theater do nothing? The Lost One is right there with you, as two separate attempts to complain fell on deaf ears.

Well, there you go. Another negative epiphany about the power of the teenage male brain's ability to tune out crazy for the attractive. *Sigh* In the end, even Shepard book's assurances that they are destined for the "special hell" fails to comfort. Note to self only see movies during school hours.