Blogs are like ice cream — sometimes you’re in the mood for one flavor, sometimes not. The one blog I never miss, however, is John Scalzi’s Whatever. It is quite simply the summit that all of us other bloggers should be striving for — always well-written, diverse subject matter, strong opinions, glimpses of the author’s personal life that manage to be cute without getting too cloying, and a sharp, laugh-out-loud wit that cuts through the crap to say exactly what needs to be said. Take, for example, today’s entry, in which Scalzi begins by saying that, “if John Kerry cannot beat George W. Bush in this election, he should be taken out and beaten to death with his own shoes.” Lest you think this is just another standard-issue Bush-bashing, let me point out that Scalzi spends most of the entry excoriating the Democrats for not seizing the opportunity this campaign represents. It’s an interesting read, and I think he hits the nail on the head. There is no reason why this election should be as close as it is, except that Kerry and his people haven’t played the game as well as they should have. I won’t say any more, because I think Scalzi says it better than I can. Take a look…
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Beyond SpaceShipOne
The excellent website Space.com has an article today about what’s going to happen next following SpaceShipOne’s victory in the race for the X-Prize. If you’re at all interested in manned civilian spaceflight, give it a look — it’s pretty exciting stuff.
Rodney Dangerfield
So far, all of the tributes I’ve seen for Rodney Dangerfield, who died yesterday at the age of 82, have made use of his famous “I get no respect” line to paint Rodney’s comic persona as an everyman loser, a guy who was constantly putting himself down. The words “self-deprecating” have occurred in so many of these pieces that I’m starting to think there’s some kind of contractual obligation involved with their usage.
However, I would argue that “self-deprecating loser” isn’t how most people of my generation experienced Rodney Dangerfield. Maybe that description was true of his stand-up act, but We who came of age in the ’80s first encountered his bug-eyed visage in the movies, specifically in two movies: Caddyshack and Back to School. He played a similar character in both, a fun-loving but unbelievably obnoxious guy with money to burn.
Recommended Reading
Let me direct your attention to this essay written by one Marshall Wittman. He’s a self-identified Teddy Roosevelt-style conservative who has worked in the past for the Christian Coalition and Sen. John McCain. And he intends to vote for John Kerry. His reasons why make for an interesting read, especially because he doesn’t see himself as surrendering his conservative beliefs or his desire to see a “a new politics of national greatness.”
Sir Sean Retiring?
One of my all-time favorite actors is Sir Sean Connery. He appeared in four films that I never get tired of watching — Highlander, The Hunt for Red October, The Untouchables, and, of course, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade — and as far as I’m concerned he is not only the original but The One True James Bond. He’s made a lot of crap movies over the years, but I’ve always said that his mere presence in a film is enough to make it watchable. (At least, I used to say that, before I saw The Avengers. That fetid lump of parrot droppings is one the extremely tiny handful of movies so bad that even I have been tempted to walk out of them. Unfortunately, Sean also appeared in one of the other crapfests on that list, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. But surely his turn as Indiana Jones’ dad makes up for those two, right? Right?)
Janet Leigh
Another icon of the silver screen has taken her final bow. This time, it’s Janet Leigh, a fine actress who will forever be remembered for a single scene in one of Alfred Hitchcock’s best-remembered films, Psycho. Leigh died on Sunday after a year-long illness, age 77.
Success!
SpaceShipOne has won the X-Prize following a successful — and apparently flawless — second flight this morning. I don’t have much else to say on this subject that I haven’t said already. Oddly enough, this news is something of a let-down for me because it all happened so according-to-plan. Not that I wanted to see the vehicle explode or anything, but it just seemed to be so… easy. Even a little ho-hum, as if this privately funded civilian spacecraft thing has already become old hat. But then that’s the way we want it to be, isn’t it? Nice and easy, nothing remarkable. Easy enough for an ordinary person to book a flight to the orbiting Hilton for the weekend. The future is coming, my friends…
Return of the Girlfriend
Just in case you were wondering, Anne and her folks got back from their big Church history tour last night. I was waiting at the airport to collect them, marvelling at the colossal lack of style shown by most of the people around me. I’m not exactly George Clooney in the sartorial department, but most people these days seem to travel in their gym clothes — sweatpants, sweatshirts, hoodies, t-shirts, wifebeaters, and ball caps. Everything loose-fitting, untucked, often several sizes too big. The look was so common last night that the occasional pair of jeans was remarkable, and the lone gentlemen in a sport coat and tie was downright startling. (He was an older man, of course, old enough to remember when t-shirts were considered to be undergarments only.) Most of the athletic outfits were nondescript and without obvious logos, but then there was the family of gang-banger wannabes that was dressed head-to-toe in Oakland Raiders-wear. An entire family — late-twentysomething mom and dad, a tall boy about ten or twelve and a younger boy, maybe seven or eight years old — garbed in officially-licensed, Raider-branded black-and-gray. Dad wore an expensive-looking leather team jacket; mom had a slightly-less pricey fleece version. And all of them wore those ubiquitous nylon workout pants with the snaps down the sides of the legs. They must’ve spent a small fortune at Fanzz to acquire all that stuff.
Political Deathmatch: Kerry v. Bush, Round One
[Ed. note: I know I said I wouldn’t discuss politics for a while, but interesting things just keep happening in that arena, and besides, it’s my blog. I’ll write about what I feel like writing about, thank you very much.]
[Ed. note 2: That last comment probably sounds a lot snarkier than I intended. I didn’t intend it to be snarky at all. It’s supposed to be taken in a good-natured, we’re-among-friends sort of way. Sorry if it came across as rude.]
I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t planning to watch the presidential debate on Thursday night. I didn’t see much point to it. I’ve known for a very long time which way my vote was going to go, and nothing I was likely to see was going to change my opinion. However, as the zero hour neared and the TV talking heads started to salivate, I found that I was more interested in seeing this thing than I thought. Many of the blogs I like to read had been going on about preparations and speculations for several days, and, as much as I hate to admit it, I got swept up in the hype. I tuned in figuring I’d just watch a few minutes, get pissed off at something, and then go do some reading. Instead, I ended up watching the entire thing, all ninety minutes of it.
Poof!
Due to some back-end fun with the server, which no doubt required my buddy Jack to do much skulking about in darkened hallways after normal working hours, my last two entries didn’t immediately appear when they were saved to the site. This is a good thing for you, my three loyal readers, because now you’ve got lots of reading matter to distract you from your jobs on a fine Friday morning. Have fun, and I’ll hopefully be back a little later with a few thoughts on the first Kerry-Bush debate…