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A collection of my thoughts on things I love: my wife &amp;amp; kids, Star Wars, General Geek-dom, and that golden spot where they all connect.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>395</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NoKrakana" /><feedburner:info uri="nokrakana" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><geo:lat>32.484979</geo:lat><geo:long>-90.115529</geo:long><feedburner:emailServiceId>NoKrakana</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MFQnw-eip7ImA9WxBWFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-7678071108888156844</id><published>2010-02-08T07:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:10:13.252-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-08T10:10:13.252-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><title>Rambling Monday Edition for 02/08/2010</title><content type="html">Well, it just hit me that we've hit the second major milestone on the Arthur C. Clarke universe.  Luckily, Hal still doesn't exist... unless you count the small device my beloved keeps in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I had a busy weekend.  So busy in fact that I did not get to watch any anime, nor read any manga. The only geek activity I did find a bit of time to engage in was further playing of Left 4 Dead 2.  The reasons for this were an influx of party-like activities which my family was involved in.  Friday night saw a party which my elder son was invited, Saturday saw a party which my younger son was invited, and Sunday was a party which my beloved was invited to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo, and behold, there is ever geek news that comes across my desk and RSS Feeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least of which is the latest FotJ&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starwars.com/vault/books/news20100208/vortex_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 523px;" src="http://www.starwars.com/vault/books/news20100208/vortex_img.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; information published today no less, about the cover to the sixth book in that series, Troy Denning's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vortex&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, it involves Han, who is supposed to be an accomplished marksman, holding a gun at that insane gangsta angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, showing that the artist has never fired a gun, and that most of the gun activity said artist has witnessed has come from Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Han. First Lucas messes with your character arc by making you shoot second, and now you're just a two-bit thug on the covers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do think I need to backtrack, as I've realized that I have been doing something geek related, but that it's such a fundamental aspect of my being that I hadn't even realized that I was doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm talking about reading.  I've finished (re)reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There Shall Be Dragons&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 B R 0 2 B&lt;/span&gt; and have begun (re)reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Matter of Oaths&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fallen Angels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm enjoying carrying around a micro-library in my pocket.  Now, if only more places carried the consumer-friendly, DRM free ePub formats, I'd be happy to spend my a significant portion of my book money on eBooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, tangentially related to that last thought, everyone needs to read &lt;a href="http://levine.sscnet.ucla.edu/general/intellectual/againstnew.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-7678071108888156844?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/SE4a83u_t7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/7678071108888156844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=7678071108888156844" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/7678071108888156844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/7678071108888156844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/SE4a83u_t7g/frustrated-monday-edition-for-02082010.html" title="Rambling Monday Edition for 02/08/2010" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2010/02/frustrated-monday-edition-for-02082010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFQHkyfSp7ImA9WxBWEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-4080410223904511765</id><published>2010-02-01T06:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:23:31.795-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-01T10:23:31.795-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><title>Monday Morning Playground!</title><content type="html">I've gotta say that I love my new phone. It has games, and the internet, and it yells "Droid" at me at more or less random times. This is all good, but especially on Friday when I was home sick. I spent most of the day in bed, and during those times when I was actually awake, I COULD have held a laptop on my lap to check emails and surf and what-not, just holding my phone was so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this weekend was not all sunshine and roses: it was also my eldest boy's birthday. My newly minted seven year old had a birthday party on Saturday, and got quite the haul of Star Wars goodies among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in a fit of true brotherly love, he proceeded to torture the 3 year old by not actually opening every package. Sure, everything was unwrapped, but he left a couple toys still in their boxes. I was amused at the sheer perversity in the thought, and less than amused by the constant begging for access to the new toys from the younger offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my son was not the only child with a birthday this weekend.  An additional two friends had parties (and one had a birthday, but is having a party later this week), and one of them is of Japanese descent.   Which is awesome, because now we have some Japanese candies at the house from the goody bags.   The second friend with a party this weekend was the son of one of the &lt;a href="http://www.mandaloriansmsd.com/"&gt;Mandos&lt;/a&gt;, and both boys got to spend a good hour and an half at Chuck-E-Cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, I must also point out that it was my youngest son who had to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally &lt;/span&gt;stripped off of the Chuck E Cheese costumer's leg, so said costumer could do his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must get off to work, and maybe play with foursquare and see how well that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-4080410223904511765?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/BYs0yINIBTw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/4080410223904511765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=4080410223904511765" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/4080410223904511765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/4080410223904511765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/BYs0yINIBTw/monday-morning-playground.html" title="Monday Morning Playground!" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2010/02/monday-morning-playground.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAFRHY4cCp7ImA9WxBXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-3412919292695428885</id><published>2010-01-25T06:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:41:55.838-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-25T10:41:55.838-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><title>Monday Morning Rambling: The Droid Version</title><content type="html">Well this past weekend was my 10 year anniversary, and me and the Beloved Wife had a grand time.  The festivities (at least the eating portion of them) started with lunch on Friday (sushi! sushi! sushi!) continued throughout dinner Friday night (taampas @ P.F. Chang's)  and finalized with standard lunch fare on Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S12rm2QbmTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jAFfj4E_Znw/s1600-h/droid-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S12rm2QbmTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jAFfj4E_Znw/s320/droid-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430685409566497074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, eating at Cheddar's wasn't the only thing that took up my Saturday afternoon. There was also a trip to the Verizon store, in which I came one step closer to becoming a part of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Singularity"&gt;Singularity&lt;/a&gt;.   Basically, I now carry around the sum total of human knowledge (or ignorance, depending on your POV) in my pocket.  In! My! Pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to decide what to call it, currently my choices include, &lt;a href="http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Whistler"&gt;Whistler&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time_Trax#SELMA"&gt;SELMA&lt;/a&gt;, Ziggy, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Box"&gt;Mother Box&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, not all of the proposed festivities for this weekend went off without a hitch, since neither of us were feeling just 100% yet, we decided to forgo the movie experience and instead focus on getting caught up on our viewing of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;.   Which meant that we watched a good 4 hours of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt; this weekend, but did not get to go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt; the way my Beloved wished to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was a  great weekend, and as I said, I now get to carry the Internets in my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusingly, that's not the only thing that's happened this past week.  I finally received my second Christmas gift (apparently there was some sort of screw-up when my Beloved ordered it or it was on back order or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am now the proud owner of a set of of the Stargate coasters. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S12vSBPFIQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/pFeLr5JWNk4/s1600-h/stargate_coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S12vSBPFIQI/AAAAAAAAA-I/pFeLr5JWNk4/s200/stargate_coaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430689449782878466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This things are awesome, they have all the chevrons and the glyphs and even the blue puddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for even more geek greatness is the fact that my 3 year old has used it for its intended purpose--that is the power of the Stargate Coaster.  Of course he removed my drink from said coaster in order to utilize it for its intended function, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the time I have for this week, join me next week where I wish for more time yet again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-3412919292695428885?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/kARjFLh00bs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/3412919292695428885/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=3412919292695428885" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/3412919292695428885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/3412919292695428885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/kARjFLh00bs/monday-morning-rambling-droid-version.html" title="Monday Morning Rambling: The Droid Version" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S12rm2QbmTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jAFfj4E_Znw/s72-c/droid-front.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2010/01/monday-morning-rambling-droid-version.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFSXk_cSp7ImA9WxBQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-8573155255895175787</id><published>2010-01-18T06:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:55:18.749-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-18T08:55:18.749-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie" /><title>The Holidays Are Over</title><content type="html">And I'm regaining time.  Well, at least that is the theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with the new anime season starting up, a new video game, and as always more and more books (much to my Beloved Wife's dismay), that theory does not always hold up well under the light of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the book front, I have recently finished American Gods and was thoroughly happy with it, and I've managed to purchase Tobias Buckell's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ragamuffins&lt;/span&gt;.   Sadly for me, this is the second book in a series, which of course means I must now go and see about acquiring his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crystal Rain &lt;/span&gt;novel. Amusingly enough, much like Doctorow's and Scalzi's works, I discovered his writing via a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the video game thing, I finally broke down and purchased &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sins of a Solar Empire&lt;/span&gt;. I've been watching this game for a while now, and have never bought it mainly because I did not think that the enjoyment I would find in the game was worth the $50 (then $40 and then $30) price tag.  Luckily, they brought said price tag down to $20 and the little economist in my head decided that yeah, $20 for that game is a worthwhile purchase and one should get $20 worth of enjoyment out of it.  And I have, and I'm nowhere near finished playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, over in the anime department, I've been bad. I know I said I was going to try to do episodic blogging last season, and I did watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11Eyes&lt;/span&gt;, but I didn't ever really blog on it.   Likewise, I'm wanting to build a nice review of t he series, but there is that whole "lack of time" thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's now firmly within the winter season, and I have tentatively made up my mind on which shows I'm going to watch this season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Durarara!!  (for what appears to be an awesome anime) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baka to Test to Shoukanjuu (for the amusement) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okami Kakushi  (for the sick horror of watching car wrecks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Alas, let us see if I manage to make it through the entire season watching all of them this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In manga/comic news, I feel the need to talk about something here that I usually reserve for my programming blog. As indicated by the fact that I have a programming blog, I am, by training and trade, a software engineer.  As such, I practice on things. I build software for the sake of building it, much the same way that I write things for the sake of writing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those things that I have built, is called &lt;a href="http://www.codeplex.com/ecomic/"&gt;eComic&lt;/a&gt;. It's purpose is to display CBR/CBZ files. For those of you who are unaware, CBR is a file format which is basically a RAR or a ZIP file of a folder of a bunch of images. eComic (and other tools like it) basically display the images within said file in a sequential format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's a digital comic book. It is software that is both free and open-source, therefore have fun with it. My primary reason for building it is to learn new techniques therefore, I release both the compiled version for people to use, as well as the source so others can see what I'm doing within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, despite all those things I have been doing, I have seen a few movies recently, among them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astroboy&lt;/span&gt;.  And as one might expect from previous proclivities that I have espoused upon this blog, I did find both enjoyable (actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astroboy &lt;/span&gt;more so than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; in a somewhat surprising upset of my expectations).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, they were both fun movies, now I just have to get the time to go watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holmes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Eli&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe this weekend which happens to be my 10&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S1RwHkxki_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/DXl6s_14s0w/s1600-h/dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/S1RwHkxki_I/AAAAAAAAA9I/DXl6s_14s0w/s320/dawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428086726321277938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, intrepid reader, you read that correctly! A mere 10 years ago, this Friday, I was &lt;strike&gt;suckering a beautiful blond into being my wife&lt;/strike&gt; getting married, and have been happily within that particular state for all those years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lucky, lucky man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-8573155255895175787?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/MTLPBzr3p7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/3667824781115602755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=3667824781115602755" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/3667824781115602755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/3667824781115602755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/MTLPBzr3p7Y/latest-thing-to-drool-over.html" title="The Latest Thing to Drool Over..." /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/SwwPotwRHPI/AAAAAAAAA80/CgfruRo3chI/s72-c/yamato-620x414.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/11/latest-thing-to-drool-over.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMQXYzcCp7ImA9WxNbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-7843950631754068667</id><published>2009-11-23T06:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:43:00.888-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T06:43:00.888-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><title>Time for More Monday Morning Rambling...</title><content type="html">Hmm... well, I'm still in the process of re-reading  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars: Fate of the Jedi: Abyss&lt;/span&gt; in order to write its review.  Sadly, the book has not even lived up to my memories of how it read the first time.   It's bad mojo when a book does not age well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, because these first FotJ novels were micro-books (in related to most other modern SF works I read) it shouldn't be too much longer before I have this second read-through done, and the book ready for review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death Troopers&lt;/span&gt; should be arriving from Amazon in the next couple days, so good times there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have done though is gone back and re-watched one of my favorite animes from recent history: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Tears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story that has aged well.  It's still a story about love, and change, and those that inspire us.  I enjoyed it as much today, as I did during my first viewing of it, even thought I knew who was going to end up with who by the end of things; additionally, that foreknowledge allowed me to pick up on a few extra hints as to which way the story was heading earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/R-hvRayt7yI/AAAAAAAAASw/a3EOJcQhGw4/s144/truetears12-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 82px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/R-hvRayt7yI/AAAAAAAAASw/a3EOJcQhGw4/s144/truetears12-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Noe still reminds me of my Beloved, just in the sheer vibrancy that she approached life, as well as the somewhat.... randomness which that vibrancy exhibited itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end that's all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, I've blathered on enough for this morning, for now I'm off to work, but as I said, I'll be getting the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abyss &lt;/span&gt;review up soon, and hopefullly other things here and there as I find time for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-7843950631754068667?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/aCJiwhu77gM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/7843950631754068667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=7843950631754068667" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/7843950631754068667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/7843950631754068667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/aCJiwhu77gM/time-for-more-monday-morning-rambling.html" title="Time for More Monday Morning Rambling..." /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/R-hvRayt7yI/AAAAAAAAASw/a3EOJcQhGw4/s72-c/truetears12-5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/11/time-for-more-monday-morning-rambling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DRno5eSp7ImA9WxNbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-8233955958458113652</id><published>2009-11-16T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:49:37.421-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-16T08:49:37.421-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><title>Yet Another Monday Morning</title><content type="html">Well, that was a busy weekend.  My dad's 60&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday was on Sunday, so someones in the family decided that it was a fine time for a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pertinent facts here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate traveling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live 5 hours away from my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did I mention that "hate traveling" bit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, I got to spend hours upon hours in the car this weekend. Ultimately, it's not that big of a deal and I got to see my elder brother and  his family, but still... traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, it was a fun-filled, geek weekend. To start, as my Beloved Wife was driving down to Pensacola on Friday night, we were behind a tanker trailer for the better part of an hour. Now, normally, this wouldn't be that much of an issue, but due to the exact distance that my wife was pacing said trailer at, and the fact that it was night, the circle of the tanker was lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a while--and utterly out of the blue--my Beloved Wife said, "You know, that looks like a Stargate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced out the window, and realize that yes, it does kind of look like a stargate. Which is when two things hit me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wife made a geek reference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My wife made said geek reference before me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And before I could open my mouth to say such things, my wife spoke said realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I do so love my Beloved Wife, especially as she becomes more and more... well, geek-i-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the birthday party went off without a hitch. We were able to surprise my dad without giving him a heart attack, so good times right there, and I spend most of Saturday morning with my elder brother, his kid and my kids, in which we had a grand discussion on anime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Beloved Wife, as you're reading this, I'll have you note that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIS &lt;/span&gt;wife watches some of the anime with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, such was my time spent this weekend, and now I must go forth and toil in the exciting world of software engineering....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-8233955958458113652?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The little megalomaniacal Ewok had  two friends his own age show up, and we had a few older kids for his elder brother to play with as well, so fun was had by all. Of course the pizza left me with a bit of indigestion, but that's kind of expected, what with it being pizza and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course such things as family celebrations cut into the very important GEEK TIME that I have, and as such I failed to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abyss &lt;/span&gt;for the second time (a requirement for its very late review).  Yet, I was able to get caught up on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stargate Universe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;.  These are both shows that I'm enjoying immensely, though my beloved finds SGU a bit... boring at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got to review a couple of episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11Eyes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abyss&lt;/span&gt;, and then I feel the need to take my eldest to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astroboy&lt;/span&gt; sometime soon, but if his behavior doesn't improve that may not get to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something that should be happening soon is me getting a phone upgrade. I'm currently looking at the new Verizon Droid&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/Svg139i3zVI/AAAAAAAAA78/asCdObiShFw/s1600-h/droid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/Svg139i3zVI/AAAAAAAAA78/asCdObiShFw/s320/droid.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402126988560813394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, as it is a great phone device (I played with one on 11/6 which was "Droid Day") and since I'm on Verizon I would be able to keep my plan.  Nice, "win-win" thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very interested in the accessories that are rumored to go with this device. Things such as a table-top dock or a car dock both of which will make them switch into relevant modes.  The car-dock transforms the UI into what supposedly looks like a standard GPS device while the home view for the table-top mode is an alarm-clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car-dock is retailing for about $30 while the table-top dock has yet to be released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I'm in the process of downloading Eclipse and the ANDROID SDK in order to see what type of fun and games I can cook up for this highly interesting piece of hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in interesting times.... at least for us geeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-2987568688571461379?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/2LCXAI_0Xjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/2987568688571461379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=2987568688571461379" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/2987568688571461379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/2987568688571461379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/2LCXAI_0Xjk/monday-ramblings-for-11909.html" title="Monday Ramblings for 11/9/09" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/Svg139i3zVI/AAAAAAAAA78/asCdObiShFw/s72-c/droid.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/11/monday-ramblings-for-11909.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNSX0-cSp7ImA9WxNUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-5416595636299145260</id><published>2009-11-02T06:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:16:38.359-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-02T08:16:38.359-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><title>Monday Morning Rambling 11/02/09</title><content type="html">Gah! I now have two episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11Eyes&lt;/span&gt; which I need to review.   Frankly, I suck at episodic reviewing, mainly because I get so easily distracted by other things--like Crunchyroll's collection of anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I re-watched Myself;Yourself over the past few days and realized just how.... freaky some of the character arcs are in that thing.   Especially the one revolving around the Watsuki twins &lt;insert appropriate="" shuddering="" motions="" here=""&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the children front, the Beloved Wife and I got yet another example of our youngest having an affinity for megalomaniacs.   Remember, this is the kid who's favorite character to play-act as from the Star Wars franchise is Emperor Palpatine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday after church we all went to Burger King. Well, their current kid's meal toy promotion is for some Spongebob thing.  We got two, a Plankton and a Patrick.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert appropriate="" shuddering="" motions="" here=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/Su7onur5U6I/AAAAAAAAA7s/9tVVUtV4N8o/s1600-h/plankton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/Su7onur5U6I/AAAAAAAAA7s/9tVVUtV4N8o/s320/plankton.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399508772508488610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;insert appropriate="" shuddering="" motions="" here=""&gt;My wife was holding the things, trying to decide which one to give to each child, when the youngest spoke up, and while pointing towards &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;insert appropriate="" shuddering="" motions="" here=""&gt;Plankton exclaimed, "I like that one."  A moment later, my eldest spoke, asking for Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That crisis of differing toys averted, my wife handed them out. Then a moment later glanced at me, her head shaking slightly, as she realized that once again the youngest chose the bad guy as his toy-of-choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that my son may be the reason that &lt;a href="http://www.worldsuperheroregistry.com/world_superhero_registry_maine.htm"&gt;Real&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Real-life_superhero"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.oddee.com/item_87762.aspx"&gt;Super-Heroes&lt;/a&gt; are starting to pop up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-5416595636299145260?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you raise a child to love sports he'll love sports.&amp;#160; My boys, well, they get a geek dad and a sports-loving mom, as such they can be seen imagining a fight between Jimmy Johnson and Darth Vader.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mommy Files:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; Let your kid grow up. For centuries, children were raised with the specter of death and destruction. Classic fairy tales (not the Disney-fied wimp stuff seen today) featured scenes as gruesome (if not more so) than what is featured in the Star Wars series.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, now that I've got that out of the way, you may be wondering why on earth I'm bringing this up now? And it relates back to the fact that my youngest son (who's like two-weeks from turning 3) has watched the entire series multiple times, including &lt;em&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, he's very familiar with the scenes and the dialog (and his favorite character to play-act as is Palpatine), as it has long been a tradition in my wife's family to quote movies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well last night, after bath time, I dropped the youngest on the couch next to my Beloved while dealing with getting the elder through the ritual. After the elder was settled and soaking, I returned to the living room and found my youngest standing on the couch over his mother (who was watching the Florida/Miss. State game at the time), and then he announced:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I have the high ground.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which of course means that he wins the battle; and he let us know that as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After I recovered from my laughter, I dropped onto the couch beside the Beloved Wife and she glared at me for a moment before saying, &amp;quot;You've ruined our children you know. Ruined.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wisely refrained from reminding her that it was actually her that allowed the youngest to watch that particular movie for the first time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But fundamentally, she's right. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I set out to raise children who had the same passions and drives as I do, and a big part of that desire to learn, and build the future is tied up into SFF and other geek culture. I firmly believe that it's the geek in me that forces me to question things to the level that I do.&amp;#160; Books such as &lt;em&gt;Fahrenheit 451, Starship Troopers&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Foundation&lt;/em&gt; formed a core of my intellectual development while things such as &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/em&gt; and Tolkien's works built the framework upon which my imagination rides. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I'm glad that my son has the high ground.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here's to hoping that he keeps it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-6655702871637447146?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not sure why, it's just a mixture of the visuals and the music, but I like it.&amp;#160; At the same time, the ending credits just don't do that much for me.&amp;#160; I think the ending is a bit more melancholy than the opening and I'm just not into the emo at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SR4LIJjI/AAAAAAAAA7I/V_K-e5ZuZvQ/s1600-h/shot0008%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Look, my wife!" border="0" alt="Look, my wife!" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SSZaWAtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/JRglPXAuRjk/shot0008_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, I've got to admire at least one choice in character design here, blonde/light brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses—so reminiscent of my beloved. Which brings to mind something interesting, I tend to enjoy a series more if there's a character who reminds me of my wife. Think Noe from &lt;em&gt;True Tears&lt;/em&gt; or Ayame from &lt;em&gt;Asu no Yoichi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;With that digression out of the way, I enjoyed the episode, though I wished the exposition that the group managed to spout out had provided a bit more answers.&amp;#160; That said, I do understand the need for building suspense. I just wish they could build it a bit more…quickly?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What gets me is the way that the girls around here seem to… gravitate around the male lead.&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1STq-UO5I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/l4uCOnahIuQ/s1600-h/shot0014%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="They realize that they&amp;#39;re in another episode of 11 Eyes..." border="0" alt="They realize that they&amp;#39;re in another episode of 11 Eyes..." align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SUJkowPI/AAAAAAAAA7U/J00VcLN44XQ/shot0014_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuka I can understand, she's obviously set up from the very beginning as a romantic interest, but then how the Shrine girl and the Exchange student girl react to him… well, it's odd to say the least.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; If that's just a hang-over from the source material, I think they could have integrated the story a bit better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The episode begins with our two heroes running from the turd-monsters, and then once again surrounded as the sky breaks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After the opening, we find out that that shattering thing was just a fake oiut, and they're still in the red-night, and still surrounded by the turds.&amp;#160; Then a sword comes flying in, and Shrine-girl is there for the rescue. Small talk ensues, and the turd-call wails out, and then we see some girl stuck in a giant crystal.&amp;#160; Then some running and exposition about powers, and we find out that Shrine girl's name is Misuzu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the trio get into another fight with the turd monsters, and Pigpen-girl is shown beating folks up with the chains.&amp;#160; And the Trio are running again, and Kakeru wants to go &amp;quot;save her&amp;quot; even though none of them know who &amp;quot;her&amp;quot; is. Then Kakeru's eye starts hurting&amp;#160; making him collapse. When he stands up, they see this chick with swords fro hands and bunches of red eyes who tells them that they can't go any further.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SVLErQTI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/3BBUlFSwq8w/s1600-h/shot0012%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Look, it&amp;#39;s Edward Scissorhands little sister. " border="0" alt="Look, it&amp;#39;s Edward Scissorhands little sister. " align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SVvXbv7I/AAAAAAAAA7c/8_-36zfDfS8/shot0012_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scissor hands girl fights Misuzu, and is whooping up on the shrine girl, until shrine girl pulls out her magic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The trio makes it to the giant crystal girl who begs them to save her because she's been captured.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Misuzu—wisely if you ask me—wonders why on earth they should be doing so, but Kakeru is all like &amp;quot;Misuzu has the right idea,&amp;quot; but Yuka speaks up and says that they should save her.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;About this time, the other talking demons (for lack of a better term) show up, and we find out that shrine girl's magic doesn't work around the crystal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then the main bad guy tells us all that Kakeru is all important as he signals Kakeru for death via Scissor Hands&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then we see the school nurse and some grey-haired kid comes in and drops onto a bed, and they flirt with one another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then we switch back tot he Trio and find that they've been deposited back into the real world, in the middle of a shopping mall.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So of course they go and get a burger, as that's what teens do whenever they're in a mall. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SWtzqYtI/AAAAAAAAA7g/QLadTYeDm3w/s1600-h/shot0011%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Because whenver teens are at the mall, they have to eat a Big Mac..." border="0" alt="Because whenver teens are at the mall, they have to eat a Big Mac..." align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St1SXYynpDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/3zbsFGBgvcs/shot0011_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" height="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While they're eating, they chat about special powers and things and others from their school also get dragged into the Red Night.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then Misuzu asks Kakeru to take off his eye patch, and when she sees his yellow eye, she gets a special feeling in her special place.&amp;#160; And I wish I was making that up. As Kakeru put his eye away, Misuzu asks Yuka if she &amp;quot;felt that too.&amp;quot; Again, I wish I was making that up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So Yuka and Misuzu are walking home, and they have a moment, and Yuka hugs him, and he gets that special feeling.&amp;#160; Though this one is more of the murderous intent of the bad guy.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then the comic relief shows up and tackles Kakeru.&amp;#160; Once he's back on his feet, Kakeru looks up and things he sees Pigpen—or his sister, but it turned out to be Shiori (the exchange student from the previous episode). Then Yuka notices that Shiori and Kakeru are giving each other their… well it's not &amp;quot;angry eyes.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And we get another scene change, with Kakeru going into where he works to tell his boss that he won't be in that night, and he finds a girl in a maid/waitress outfit who is apparently a new hire.&amp;#160; Kakeru notices that she has a cut on her hand. Maid girl quickly shoves her hand behind her back, and introduces herself as Hirohara Yukiko—and quite forwardly instructs these two whom she had just met to call her by her first name, and kind of forces them to allow her to use their first names.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maid girl then makes and serves them coffee, and as she does so, we see her wound bubble away to flawless skin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And another scene change, and it's Kakeru dropping Yuka off at her house, and she tells Kakeru that pigpen/sister they had seen at the park before the red night was an hallucination. then they hug and he tells her again that he's going to protect her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And look, another scene change! This time it's blue flames, and a first person perspective as someone is walking to a chair. Then hands are touching and there's heavy breathing, and Kakeru wakes up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then Kakeru is in the school library and finds a book titled &amp;quot;The Maiden of Crystal Palace.&amp;quot; Then Yuka shows up and they talk about researching it, and one hopes they're talking about the Red night. Well Kakeru pulls down the book, and sees pigpen/his big sister on the other side of the stacks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;he rushes around, and finds a note that states that he was the one who woke up the demons, and he collapses in pain from his golden eye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then there's the ending credits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally, we see Yuka trying to comfort the still in pain Kakeru, and then gets all freaky. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/VGnEorrO34g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/2012888063522754770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=2012888063522754770" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/2012888063522754770?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/2012888063522754770?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/VGnEorrO34g/11-eyes-episode-2.html" title="11 Eyes Episode 2" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/10/11-eyes-episode-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGR34zfCp7ImA9WxNVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-8248610010948243667</id><published>2009-10-19T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:15:26.084-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T23:15:26.084-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><title>The Caves of Steel</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In June, 1954, the master of the Golden Age of Science Fiction, Isaac Asimov, wrote the &lt;em&gt;Caves of Steel&lt;/em&gt;. Fundamentally, it was a mystery novel with science fiction elements.&amp;#160; One of those elements, is the &amp;quot;caves of steel&amp;quot; which are huge city-complexes covered by metal domes and supporting tens of millions of people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, why would I be writing about this? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, that's because a team of engineers have plans on how to protect the city of Houston, which involves a &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/mega-engineering/explore/houston-dome.html"&gt;giant dome&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St05XNnwtkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/NHW-yGoPhig/s1600-h/houston%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="houston" border="0" alt="houston" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0dC8-RtLatg/St05Xbrg0dI/AAAAAAAAA7E/VtttNeZhSaM/houston_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; I read the the little bit of text associated with it and I'm in awe.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While it's not STEEL (rather it's a type of plastic) the thought of a city encased in a giant dome, and housing literally millions of people just utterly appeals to the SF geek in me.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I mean, if they do it, it'd be worth going to see, just to say that I was in one of Asimov's Caves of Steel. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-8248610010948243667?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/wU0ut0f9Sx0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/8248610010948243667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=8248610010948243667" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/8248610010948243667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/8248610010948243667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/wU0ut0f9Sx0/caves-of-steel.html" title="The Caves of Steel" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/10/caves-of-steel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEEQXw9cCp7ImA9WxNWGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-7139021759994977994</id><published>2009-10-19T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:10:00.268-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-19T06:10:00.268-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rambling" /><title>What a Fun-Filled Weekend</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well, the eldest offspring and I went on a Cub-Scout camping trip. In the middle of the country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In what was effectively 40 degree weather.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That felt like 20.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All in all, despite the fact that it was evilly cold, the eldest had quite a good time. In fact, he absolutely adored it. He spent hours running around with his pack mates, shot an bow and arrow and a BB rifle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sadly, the youngest apparently spent the entire time me an the elder were gone hunting around the house for me and the eldest child.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, after the campout ended, me and the eldest spent a bit of time fishing (read: losing lures on rocks/limbs/etc)—so of course the boy was interested in fish and what not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the way home from dinner my eldest once again asked what happened to his goldfish on the move from Pensacola to the frozen wastes of Mississippi. This is a question that's been brought up a few dozen times over the past two years, and the Beloved Wife soundly informed him that we had already answered said question and he knew what had been done with the thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To which he instantly responded &amp;quot;So, we ate it?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How could we not laugh about such.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, what with my weekend involving woods, mud, and cold weather as opposed to the more traditional cartoons, geekery and the internets, I didn't spend a lot of time thinking/doing/watching GEEK stuff. BUT on Sunday night me and the Beloved Wife did watch &lt;em&gt;The Haunting of Sorority Row&lt;/em&gt;. A perfectly amusing Lifetime &amp;quot;horror&amp;quot; movie.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Which of course is keyword for a standard Lifetime movie plot plus ghosts.&amp;#160; It's the type of thing which makes one long for &lt;em&gt;Mansquito&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, expect to see my review for &lt;em&gt;11Eyes&lt;/em&gt; episode 2 sometime soon, as well as me getting the new Star Wars novel &lt;em&gt;Death Troopers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, that's enough for this week, for now, it's time to get to work…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-7139021759994977994?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can see it, much the same way that I can see how Gundam is a rip off of Macross or &lt;i&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/i&gt; is a rip-off of &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt;. Which is to basically say that just because something uses simliar tropes, and has a similar conceit, doesn't mean that it doesn't have it's own story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I personally think that this was the strongest of all the openings from the Fall Season (but I've not seen EVERY thing that's coming out this season yet).  I'm interested in the character, and think that this particular set of leads is much better than that the pair that we get in say &lt;i&gt;Sacred Blacksmith&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I like the character designs here, at least for our erstwhile protagonists.  The antagonists appear to leave a lot to be desired--but that's more of my own personal preference as opposed to any inherent problems with the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, there's not a whole lot that goes on here, as it's primarily introducing the main characters and gives us a hint of the primary concept of what's going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the rest of the episodes here will continue to live up to my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Episode Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode begins with a flashback, showing some odd things happening between a brother and sister, and the boy's friend, where the boy is seriously hurt and the sister falls down dead. Then we get the opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Opening, we get this shrine maiden who is playing with fire, in order to see visions... or something. Then we find the hero of the show (Kakeru) sitting on top of the school's roof staring at the moon. He's joined momentarily by one of the females of the show, Yuka.  Then we find out that Kakeru's older sister is the girl from the flashback at the start, but he way it's shown there isn't exactly how she appeared to die in the original flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we're shown another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to Kakeru and Yuka as they meet up with two (Tadashi and Kaori) of their friends from school and have random talking designed to show the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tsundere &lt;/span&gt;elements of Kaori and the idiocy of Tadashi--but hey, Kakeru likes talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's a talk about sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is some ramblings on why Yuka doesn't live at the orphanage any more.  Oddly, I  got the feeling that Kakeru does not live at the orphanage anymore either, but that's never actually touched upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decide that yes, they'll go to the sale. Which, makes Yuka extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they're on this bridge and well.... flashy lights happen. and the sky turns red, and the rivers run with blood, and a third of the people are stirken.... no, wait that's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation of Saint John&lt;/span&gt;.   But the skies do turn red and suddenly all the other people have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is when Yuka realizes that it's probably affected her parents as well. So they backtrack to Yuka's house, and as Yuka is crying because her parents are gone, Kakeru sees something moving around, and they take off at a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stop for a moment and one of the things appears, and screams bringing more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yuka screams and the world shatters and suddenly the people are back and the sky isn't red any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get the scene where everyone is staring at Kakeru as he's holding the now unconscious Yuka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rome is on fire which wakes up Kakeru. Or maybe it was Yuka, but a girl and a destructive cataclysm are much the same thing at times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two then talk, and discuss things like being scared and how cute Kakeru is while sleeping.  And yes, it is as... disjointed as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to see some other guy.   Just walking to school and ignoring some girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's a back to Yuka and Kakeru  and a cloud scares Yuka... which is understandable when the last time she saw clouds covering the sky it was because they were turning red and stuff.  They talk some more and Yuka cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bell rings, and the camera pans over to see Pigpen from Charlie Brown... but it's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the class is being introduced to a new exchange student who gives Kakeru the freaky eyes. Something pointless involving Tadashi happens and the new girl walks over to Kakeru just in time to make Yuka faint.  So, Kakeru carries her to the infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where they run into the guy from earlier, who's a bit rude.   Then the school nurse shows up, and asks Kakeru about his eye, and Yuka if she's dating Kakeru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to see the red headed shrine maiden again... and oh look, she goes to the same school of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's after school and our two heroes are walking home, and Kakeru asks Yuka if she wants to go shopping.   Then we see Pigpen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kakeru turns down a free meal and talks about stuffed penguins with Yuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they're at the bridge from earlier, and decide to take the long way around due to the freakishness from earlier.  Then it's a shopping montage and we see Pigpen and transfer girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they're in a park, and the girl who was terrified/embarrassed to discuss the CONCEPT of Kakeru being her boyfriend with the school nurse, somewhat brazenly asks said boy to lay his head on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they're all happy, and roses--which of course means that they see Pigpen again and then the world shatters and does that whole red skies thing with the turd monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once they're surrounded we get a screen shot of something even odder than the turd monsters, but these things can talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that is over, the turd-monster attacks and then it's time for the ending credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, after the ending credits, there's a scene were Kakeru is futilely beating a turd monster and Yuka is getting restrained by a tentacle.  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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/y7WEbOyMvJw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/7185739535819295579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=7185739535819295579" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/7185739535819295579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/7185739535819295579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/y7WEbOyMvJw/stargate-universe-pilot.html" title="Stargate: Universe - Pilot" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/10/stargate-universe-pilot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYCR3wycSp7ImA9WxNXF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-4142447678494215634</id><published>2009-10-05T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:42:46.299-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T08:42:46.299-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><title>I need to go to the Mothership....</title><content type="html">As I reported on Twitter a few days ago, my youngest fully announced that he needed to go to the Mothership. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm n0t entirely certain where he got Mothership from, as I don't remember there being one in Star Wars or the other SF movies/tv shows that he's seen. Of course this is the same kid that fairly regularly says "You've got to be kidding me," to the most random and odd things.  Such as the fact that the chicken on his plate...is chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I've got to love my children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when they're off somewhere for a few hours so me and the Beloved Wife can go see a movie. Which happened to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pandorum&lt;/span&gt;. And I must say that I really enjoyed it.   Despite (or maybe due to, I'm not sure yet) the overt "Video game" feel to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other geek thing is that the fall season for anime has started up.  I've caught the first episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kampfer&lt;/span&gt; and don't think that one will be sticking around, though if nothing more promising shows up then I may have to revisit that particular decision. Then I've also downloaded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sacred Blacksmith&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyan Koi!&lt;/span&gt; though I've not watched them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the state of this geek for the week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-4142447678494215634?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Basically, a 6-foot plastic skeleton in a suit and a top-hat and holding a candle-stick (it doesn't really say 'butler' to me, but what do I know?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, this one happened to have one of those "Press me to try" buttons on a string, so I felt certain that it wasn't motion activated—or at least not currently since the "try me" tag was still in the thing.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So there I am, I snatched up my youngster, and began walking  towards that annoying skeleton, as I'm saying "You want to give him a kiss?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now my boy—and he's two remember—is taking this all in stride. He's not laughing out loud, but kind of giggling slightly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And as I moved closer to the thing, I became even more certain that the motion detector was offline, as as I walked towards it, bouncing my boy about in its line of sight, it was not doing anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, about the time we get around two inches from that skeleton's face, the thing apparently sensed the movement and activated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Glowing red eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Moving head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Clacking teeth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And a voice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now, I wasn't expecting this thing to turn on, so I was a bit startled. I mean, this thing is popping on, more or less by its lonesome. My boy though… well… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My boy freaked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I mean, really, really, freaked. We're talking "America's Favorite Home Video" level of freak. We're talking that kid watching the maze video on YouTube freak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We're talking one of those shrill girly squeals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His body nearly jumped out of my arms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just that whole, terrified pre-schooler routine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then he was clinging tightly to me sobbing, and I realized that I had moved ten feet back down the action alley and was whispering to him trying to get him to calm down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, I took him back over to the thing and got him pushing the button to both start and stop it's routine. We got him touching the skeleton so that he could &lt;em&gt;FEEL&lt;/em&gt; that it was plastic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course that didn't stop him from discussing the monster the rest of the way through the store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-8951814554330153377?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I update far too randomly for my personal tastes, and I do have the best of intentions to update more....  I think I may need better scheduling or something.   That may do it.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one of the things I do want to do is get back into episodic reviews of anime. In truth, I've not watched much of anything from this summer season (nothing really struck me as all that great, including the second season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi&lt;/span&gt;. I'm still on episode 14 of that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's okay, because the fall '09 season is soon to start, and I'm doing my preliminary picking on what I'll try to watch now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kampfer &lt;/span&gt;-- This one I'll at least give a shot to.  Which means I'll get the first episode, and base my decision on those 22 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyan Koi &lt;/span&gt;-- just the description has amused me so I don't see how it could hurt to try it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;11eyes &lt;/span&gt;-- provided they keep the ecchi factor down, this has promise...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tatakau Shisho-The Book of Bantorra&lt;/span&gt; -- I'm going to have to give this one a try&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seitokai no Ichizon&lt;/span&gt; -- I do have a soft-spot for slice-of-life comedies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inuyasha: The Final Act&lt;/span&gt; -- I will be watching this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seiken no Blacksmith&lt;/span&gt; -- I'll give it a try....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;If I can get one or two shows to do reviews on then I'll be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, I have had a good geek time since my last post. I got to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;District 9&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;.  And I even got a David Weber book, and a Star Wars novel (both of which I need to write reviews on, but I'm apparently a horribly lazy person so...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do have the standard set megalomaniac children going for me to ensure I keep my life filled with random bits of geekery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have recently discovered that geekery is contagious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that my eldest son had a friend over a lot during this past summer, and now said friend is as excited and ecstatic and obsessive concerning lightsabers and Star Wars as my two boys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think it's great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents... not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's the joys of a life of geek-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could get my youngest to root for the good guys as opposed to wanting to throw lightning around like Emperor Palpatine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-1536217367686717077?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NoKrakana/~4/HMVLBH2LJhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/feeds/1536217367686717077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2274579789191585065&amp;postID=1536217367686717077" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/1536217367686717077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2274579789191585065/posts/default/1536217367686717077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NoKrakana/~3/HMVLBH2LJhs/monday-ramblings-for-092109.html" title="Monday Ramblings for 09/21/09" /><author><name>Stephen Wrighton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04327444702584281387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05697726601584802299" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://nokrakana.wrighton.org/2009/09/monday-ramblings-for-092109.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCQ3o-eCp7ImA9WxNTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2274579789191585065.post-5845416765093028437</id><published>2009-08-17T08:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:36:02.450-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-17T08:36:02.450-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lego" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Awesome" /><title>Lego Voltron!</title><content type="html">I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grandadmiral/sets/72157621831608361/"&gt;Lego Voltron on Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grandadmiral/sets/72157621668592169/"&gt;Work in Progress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I had the time, energy and LEGOS to pull something like this off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2274579789191585065-5845416765093028437?l=nokrakana.wrighton.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I must admit to frowning, but I can't really see how this could be a bad statement, and above that I'm still amused.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then it gets even better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There are no monsters to get you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn't&amp;#160; get a chance to respond before the elder is speaking again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There are no monsters to eat you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mouth opens to say something, but I'm still not fast enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There are no monsters-&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alas, what he was going to say is lost to the world, as I finally got my brain wrapped around what was happening, and I blurted out, &amp;quot;Little Man, stop trying to reassure your little brother!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Silence reigned in the truck for about a quarter mile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For a moment, I was hoping that the youngster hadn't picked up on things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For a moment, I actually had that hope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then from the back seat, came my youngest son's voice, &amp;quot;Mommy? 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