My buddy Jan sent some gems from Business 2.0 magazine's '101 Dumbest Moments in Business 2005...'

Enjoy -


44. In July, Burger King launches an ad campaign for its new Chicken Fries featuring a faux heavy-metal band called CoqRoq. Coqroq.com initially features photos of female fans captioned "Groupies love the Coq." After the captions are removed, Burger King spokeswoman Edna Johnson tells Advertising Age that they were written and assigned randomly by computer software that has since been disabled.

36. The winner of the American Airlines "We Know Why You Fly" contest, which
promised to award 24 round-trip tickets to the traveler who submitted the
best video about his airborne experiences, turns down the grand prize. Why?
Because American fails to cover the winner's federal, state, and local
income taxes, which amount to about $19,000, or $800 per ticket.

50. In December, job recruiter J-Com's IPO in Tokyo goes awry when a trader
for Mizuho Securities types in an order to sell 610,000 shares at 1 yen
(less than a penny) per share instead of the intended 1 share at 610,000 yen
(about $5,000). Though the order is for 41 times the number of outstanding
shares, the Tokyo Stock Exchange insists that the order be processed as
entered. Mizuho loses at least 27 billion yen ($225 million) on the typo, an
amount nearly equal to its entire profit for the prior fiscal year.

47. Developers in Chatham, England, announce plans for Dickens World, a $100 million theme park based on the life and times of Charles Dickens.

56. A Qantas Airways baggage handler is suspended after he's caught opening
a passenger's luggage, discovering a camel costume, donning the head, and
driving around the tarmac on a baggage cart at Sydney Airport. The incident
is reported by the costume's owner, who spies the culprit through the window
of the terminal.

61. Florida-based Goosebumps Products, a maker of gel-filled shoe inserts,
sues supplier Bell Chem Corp., claiming that, by delivering the wrong
chemical, it had caused bubbles to form in the insoles that emit "a
flatulence-like noise" with each step. Goosebumps is forced to dispose of at
least 35,000 pairs and soon goes out of business.

63. The Iowa Pork Producers Association announces that it may retire a
contest used to promote its product -- due to the lack of interest among
young Iowa women in being designated "Pork Queen."

64. Blaming a mailing-list vendor for providing bad information, JPMorgan
Chase apologizes for sending a form letter about its credit card services to
an Arab American man in California addressed to "Palestinian Bomber."

72. Prior to their home opener against the Pistons, as Detroit's starting
lineup is being introduced, the NBA's Sacramento Kings flash images from the
Motor City on the scoreboard: abandoned buildings, burned-out cars, piles of
rubble, etc. Three days later, the Kings' owners take out a full-page ad in
the Detroit Free Press acknowledging "the incredibly positive impact the
Motor City has made over the course of our country's history."

73. The proprietors of the Erotic City strip club in Boise, Idaho, attempt
to circumvent a local law banning nudity except for performances of "serious
artistic merit" by distributing sketch pads and pencils to customers for
twice-weekly G-string-free "art" nights.

87. On the heels of a popular documentary about the Queen rock anthem
"Bohemian Rhapsody," BBC television decides its next subject will be the Bob
Marley classic "No Woman, No Cry." An e-mail is duly dispatched to the Bob
Marley Foundation, requesting an interview with the reggae star, since the
documentary "would only work with some participation from Bob Marley
himself." The e-mail also says producers would like for Marley to spend "one
or two days with us" at his convenience: "Our schedule is flexible." Marley
is less flexible. He died in 1981.

93. With the help of Latin pop sensation Thalia Sodi, Hershey introduces
Cajeta Elegancita, a new candy bar for the Hispanic market. In Mexico,
"cajeta" can be used to mean "nougat." Elsewhere in the Spanish-speaking
world, however, it's slang for female anatomy. Just suffice it to say that
the literal translation of the Spanish word cajeta is "little box."

98. A few weeks after eZiba.com sends out its winter catalog, the call
center's pin-drop silence begins to worry execs. As it turns out, a bug in a
program designed to identify the best prospects on eZiba's mailing list led
to the catalog instead being sent to those deemed least likely to respond.
"Sadly, our probability estimates were correct," says eZiba founder Dick
Sabot

101. In September, as the result of a typo in a spreadsheet, Electronic Arts
issues an update to Madden NFL 06 that reduces 6-foot-3, 305-pound New York
Jets lineman Michael King to a height of 7 inches. The next day, EA fixes
the bug -- to a chorus of complaints from customers who enjoyed watching the
shin-high blocker get steamrollered by full-size players

Check out this 8 year old kid playing most of Eddie Van Halen's 'Eruption' solo.

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Can't not help think of George Carlin's rants on why aliens don't think we're ready for a house call and higher awareness when I read about the eBay crap regarding that poor British whale who got lost.

Someone pass the cheese in a spray can, and get me my sneakers with lights in them. I need to fuel up before picking up the latest happenin's on Britney and Federfuck from the checkout aisle mag rack.


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If you like invigorating swing/big band jazz, and heard of Buddy Rich the famous drummer (but never got to hear why he was so great), pick up this live album. One of his bandmembers was recording their shows on stage and put this out recently. And what's cool is that most of the performances are from gigs in Detroit back in the 70s. (One tune is from Dexter, MI of all places!)

It's fiery, hungry, and Buddy's playing his ass off. The band is killer as well, with soloists just tearing the roof off. (Buddy nicknamed this band his 'Killer Force' Band.) The album is a great example of how he drove a band. If you do your history, when the Bonham's, Moon's, Peart's, and Copeland's were growing up, Buddy Rich was their Drum Hero. And you'll hear many of the same 'isms' in their playing that came from Buddy. Especially Bonham kicking the daylights out of his bass drum.

Kneel before The Prez'.

General Zod for President.
Check out his campaign site.

Mine!

I'm calling it right now so I can prove it later.

I say when Britney finally dumps that douchebag Kevin Federline, the media's nickname for him will be "Fed Ex."

There.

Search Results

Though actor's may hate being typecast for one popular role they happened to be in, with the internet search technology of today, do you think being typecast will utlimately help the careers of many actors? I mean, really, if someone can GoogleImage search on 'Dean Wormer' from Animal House and get a funny pic of John Vernon, doesn't that just help cement John's place in film history even more? Which is what actors want in the first place, right? Yes, they want to be known for ALL their roles, but can it be argued that being typecast nowadays really just guarantees stronger and more abundant search results?

And isn't 'search results' the seemingly most important thing anyone can possible hope to triumph with in technology these days? If people (i.e. consumers/customers) can't easily find what they're looking for, you're web presence "sucks", right? People get paid to help companies develop a stronger web presense so surfers can find a company's site better. Hear any of the Network Solutions radio ads with former 007 Pierce Brosnan helping a fly fisherman (and a really bad voice-over impression of one I might add) help sell his lures? If someone can easily find a pic of a famous character, the one-click jump to learning so much more about the actor is easier than ever before. Which allows for potential deeper understanding of that actor's work. Which can help with more work.

In other words, a casting director with a laptop can quickly find out if the dumb jock from American Pie (who she thinks looks right for a serious role) has actually done any serious roles too.

Kinda fun to think on that at time when more information is already available to more people than at any other time in human history, the demand for assistance in helping people find what they're looking for is still a growing race. I guess all the centuries of poetry and philosophy on how people always search and yearn for understanding is just proving itself again. But with digital 1's and 0's.

I guess it won't stop till we finally invent the Star Trek Holodeck that also taps into your brainwaves so you see and interact with a 3-D holographic display of your own subconcious. Walk around in your mind, your memories and experience suddenly a museum tour with really good robots acting out how things happened.

And any question that comes to you regarding, say, why you pick your nose, or date unhealthy people will suddenly appear to you like you're watching a stage play of your own childhood. Seeing yourself as a toddler dip your finger in grape jam and then up your nose making the connection that "inside of my nose = candy." Or you see every instance of your household growing up and how your parents interacted with each other which became your default template of understanding 'what Men and Women do around each other'.

Its all about 'search results'.


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I'm finally watching the fantastic new Battlesar Galactica series on Sci-Fi channel. When the pilot came out 2 years ago, I ranted and raved to friends how awesome it was. Then the series got greenlight, the show's 2.5 seasons in and I just this week started watching the series. Ironically, friends who were a little doubtful of the show based on the pilot are now BG junkies with 2 seasons up on me. But pal Star Wars Mike got me the BG season 1 dvd's for Christmas and Joy and I are playing catchup. Man is it good stuff. Best/most tasteful sci-fi special effects I've seen in a long time. Sweet writing.

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Did Pat Boone take over the world?

If you google image search on homey or homeboy, all you get is pics of boring white people and babies. A few actually are trying to strike a pimp/homey "wassup?" pose.

What the hell's going on? Can't a guy find a decent rapper stereotype picture on the web anymore?

Eh, Happy New Year

MITTENS OFF.

Like my earlier post this year about Joy's saying that Billy Bob Thornton should just admit to being the dirty old man he really he is so we can celebrate with him, I'd like to say that Mariah Carey needs to let her Inner Aretha/Soul Diva out and let the chub take overt he capitol building. The chub has already taken over the borders and shipping routes (hips and the under-bicep flab wiggles) and by this time next year her cheekbones and jawline won't look thin enough on camera (with strategic blush) to shade in strong jawbone lines for the TV. At some point every true Diva must admit that hitting the notes makes up for not hitting the gym anymore.

Just go with it honey, it can never get *that* bad. Even Liza still has thousands of New York drag queens worshipping her till she dies. Even though these days when she hears "Minelli!" screamed at her on the street, she politely replies back "no thanks but I doesn't eat pasta anymore."

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Yes, Ryan Seacrest will be the new/next Dick Clark. What the hell else can he do?

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I've seen 'The Big Lebowski" so many times I lost count. And even tonight I noticed a new layer of writing brilliance with that film/script.

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I love how the Bangles are on Dick Clark's New Year's Rocking Eve every year.

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White Russians are awesome. Especially when you're on your 4th when you start blogging.

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2005 sucked ass. Big, ripe, cabbage-and-broccoli/cauliflower-diet ass. Light but putrid, like 'heavy ink-saturated plastic stuff on fire' ripe ass; Dog turd in the shoe sole, first girlfiend dumping you, one number off from winning thousands with a lotto ticket, wedgie in public, identity theft, Dick Clark strokin', food poisoning, tsunami apocalypse, Jar Jar, paying for unnecessary car repairs, favorite band flaking out, no more beer, religous fundafanaticism RIPE ASS.

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Hey! Like, 4 months till Spring dude!

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This year I turn 35 and leave the coveted 18-34 demographic target. I am officially considered uncool and worthless to the U.S consumer corporate nation-state. Unless my future kids wish to drink liquid plastic from wax snack tubes and play in my ultra clean living room being scented with plug-in toxic waste diluted down to a slow gas with chemical agent GX720 (who's label reads "smells citrus-ey") which also keeps my electric bill constant.

All we read about is how pheromones are what really attract people, but all the beautiful people wear overpriced perfume and zap the ions from their home's atmosphere to eradicate odor and replace it with clean scents. How are we supposed to get horny and know our mate's want it when our suburban biosphere kills every airborne spanish fly agent? Pat Robertson wants us to assasinate dictators, but not feel the need to reproduce more 700 Club members? I don't get it.

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2006 is big for me. The last 5 years have been an amorphous glob of time in my head. 2000, 2001, 2, 3, 4, 5 has always been in my head just another year of the millenium....hitting 2000. But since 6 is closer to 10 than it is to 0, 2006 finally feels to me like the Oo! Ah! of the millenium has lifted. It's no longer just a little past 2000/The Millenium, but the second half of a decade. I remember my life thus far per decade and can remember significant perceptionary shifts for each year. But 2000 to now has been one big cantelope. I always hated on Wild Kingdom how the lions would chase, catch and eat the cantelope. But Dad told me it was good I understand how nature really works.

The Producers

Here's why you should go see the new 'The Producers' movie.
(The one with Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick -- the film version of the Broadway version of the original 1968 Mel Brooks film.)

First of all, because it's terrific.

Secondly and most importantly if you're a Mel Brooks fan, it's important you see this movie.

Why?

Some backstory...
One fun drunken night in college, a thought came to me which I scribbled on one of the supporting 2 by 4's of Zac Johnson's apartment bunk loft. It was:

"When you begin to remember the beginning of the moment, the moment is about to run out."

I'm still honing and massaging this little aphorism of mine grammar-wise, but the jist is: when something's about to come to it's natural end, it begins to revert back or get in touch with it's roots and beginning pure state(s). A good example is like when say you're at a party and having a conversation with a stranger you just met. For a few minutes the conversation keeps your attention a little via politeness and introductory banter, then both of you reach a point where there's nothing more to talk about. Uncomfortable pauses, searching for transitional topics for something interesting again, no common ground was reached to take the chat another level. No new sparks of interest arise. Then you find yourself daydreaming a little, remembering what you first started talking about/what got you into the conversation in the first place. You start remembering the beginning of that moment. And usually by this point, it's obvious that the moment of interaction is about to expire. One of you will excuse yourself for a bathroom visit or another drink. It's when you start remembering the beginning that seems to be the signal that the end is near.

So here's what I'm seeing:

This new Producers is the best Mel Brooks movie in a long time. Because it's the same recipe that made the classic Brooks movies (The 1968 Producers, Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein, History of the World) what they were - trained actors from vaudeville and stage who honed the subtleties of live comedy via those performance venues, mastering the exquisite timing and nuances needed to pull it off right. And Mel put them in one space together, aimed the camera and told them "Go!". Like Hitchcock movies, the actors delivered whole scenes in one frame, or with two cameras for each viewpoint. It was not a mechanical volley of separately filmed closeups between the two actors. We saw the actors acting to each other. It was essentially live stage comedy with a camera recording it. Think the old Carol Burnett show on TV.

I said for years that the reason "Spaceballs" and following Brooks movies were not as great as Blazing Saddles was because the primary actors were not trained like the Harvey Korman's, Gene Wilder's, (and Mel Brook's himself.) They paid their comedy dues in front of live audiences. Who do we remember from Spaceballs as being hilarious? Rick Moranis as Dark Helmet and John Candy as the dog/Chewbacca character. Hmmm... those guys were in SCTV a.k.a Second City TV i.e. The Second City LIVE improv comedy group. Bling Blam Traffic Jam! there's your live comedy stage training. No offense but Bill Pullman and Daphne Zuniga were just impotent in that movie. That's right, impotent with a missing capitol R. Joan Rivers, a veteran live standup comedienne VOICED the female C3PO robot character in that movie and had funnier deliveries than Bill and Daphne put together.

Anyway...
Point is, how cosmically ironic and wonderful:
Mel Brooks FIRST movie (The 1968 Producers utilizing this recipe that starts his film success), he gets a string of classics, then he and his trusted stable of stage actors are replaced with younger/mostly-film actors and his movies start to lose their potency? The comedy timing has to come from quick edits to punch the lines, not the actor's comedy chops or stellar characterizations.

Then fast-forward 30some years and someone gets the idea to take the '68 Producers, adapt it TO THE STAGE, it becomes the biggest hit on Broadway in the beginning of the millenium, then someone greenlights to make a new film version OF THE STAGE PLAY, which was based off the MOVIE that used STAGE techniques??!! Some things protect themselves by being what they are.

I see this as the beauty and genius of Mel Brooks finding it's way back to itself. And this movie feels like a Mel Brooks film. Susan Strohman who directed the Broadway stage show directs the movie, yet Mel helped and the material is pure Mel and it's there. Susan understands Brooks. The movie is filled with the love of life and it's natural hilarity that Mel brought to audiences all along.

So back to my little aphorism -- and I say this with all respect and love, intending no gloom...

Mel is not getting any younger. His beloved wife Ann Bancroft (Mrs. Robinson of 'The Graduate') died in 2005, 30+ years together and reports were it just crushed him. What made Mel Brooks and his movies so loved and treasured has been returned to the world via the original vehicle that started it all for him. His humor, his recipe, his love of life and comedy, delivered by professionals who have the chops to do it justice because they trained in comedy the same way Mel's contemporaries did back in his day.

By this new Producers coming to us, we see the beginning of the Mel Brooks "Moment". And as life and the universe goes in circles, we're coming back around the 'Mel Brooks Circle' to remember the beginning of that "Moment."(Study atoms and the orbiting nature of it's components, then build up all matter from that circular orbiting action.) A take on the concept of "coming full circle." We're seeing the beginning of the moment, which may mean it's about to run out.

I hate to say it, but my heart and mind fears that for Mel, the Great Master of Ceremonies for the Variety Show in the Sky might decide that Mission has been Accomplished and ask Mel to come start writing for his old buddies trying to put a new show together up there.

Go see this new Producers. The cast is perfect, you'll be reminded how fantastic Nathan Lane is, why you respect Matthew Broderick, and yet again how much Uma Thurman can surprise you with talent you never knew she had.

And stick around through all the credits, there's a great treat at the very very very end of the film. If this blog of mine made sense to you as a Mel Brooks fan (or even not), you'll be glad you did.

Eat Poop, Visit Mars

Bacteria Eat Human Sewage, Produce Rocket Fuel

Seems everyone wants Matt Millen fired.

In regards to bad management, I once heard someone comment "that a dead fish stinks from the head down."

The Detroit Lions

Q: What do you call 47 millionaires around a TV watching the Super
Bowl?
A: The Detroit Lions.

Q: What do the Detroit Lions and Billy Graham have in common?
A: They both can make 70,000 people stand up and yell "Jesus Christ."

Q: How do you keep a Detroit Lion out of your yard?
A: Put up goal posts.

Q: Where do you go in Detroit in case of a tornado?
A: To Ford Field - they never get a touchdown there.

Q: What do you call a Detroit Lion with a Super Bowl ring?
A: A thief.

Q: Why doesn't Grand Rapids have a professional football team?
A: Because then Detroit would want one.

Q: What's the difference between the Detroit Lions and a dollar bill?
A: You can still get four quarters out of a dollar bill.

Q: How many Detroit Lions does it take to win a Super Bowl?
A: Nobody knows and we may never find out.

Q: What do the Detroit Lions and possums have in common?
A: Both play dead at home and get killed on the road


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This chick skydived for the first time, the parachute didn't fully open, she hit the ground face-first at 50 mph. Lived. And was also pregnant. The baby's fine, she's fine, some borken bones.

You bet I'm sauced!

If you can't rock it to Night Ranger. you poor soul. I'm so sorry.
"[3] in the mornin', came without a warnin',
Everybody's gotta place to be"

The Holidays

It's a wonderful thing driving casually around your hometown near midnight, having left the bar warm and renewed from seeing good friends and defeating tall beers, and a surprise night-time snow has whitened the roads. If some old songs you grew up with are on the radio, even better.

Happy Friday

A man and his wife were sitting in the living room and he said to
her, "Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state,
dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just
pull the plug."

His wife got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all of his beer.

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Someone finally put a good tiny camera in a slot car race car so we could see what it actually looks like to shrink down and ride that track.

Wax Off.

Pat Morita aka Arnold from Happy Days and Mr. Miyagi from Karate Kid died.
Fascinating background story about his life. He saw some serious b.s. in his day.

He was cool.


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Some Funny Serendipity

No joke, so I'm checking out compilation of Frank Zappa tunes put together by the drummer of Phish, and while listening to the song "I'm The Slime", a delicious anti/warning song about television, I click over to the onion.com and start reading this article.

Nooooo shit Frank...

Turkey's Comin'

Ted Koppel does his last Nightline tonight, Tuesday 11/22.
In one year we say bye bye to Rather, Brokaw, Jennings, and now finally Koppel.

A terrific Charlie Rose with Ted on tonight, spanning multiple Ted segments over the years on Charlie Rose.

What anchors of today are really befitting the term when it comes news? In this day and age of fashionable cynical contempt for the media, it's political leanings or affiliations, and it's ferocious Bottom-Line-Or-Die marketing agenda, will the American viewing audience possibly trust their next wave of prime time news anchors as much as they might have with this departing crew?


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Would it be cool to ride the rides at Cedar Point in the middle of winter, so when you're racing up, down, and along the rails there's snow flying past you quite fast? Shards of broken snow zipping over your head. You'd have to bumble up like an old WWII fighter pilot with goggles and helmet and scarf to withstand the cold rush of air.

Like when it snows big wet slow flakes and the suburban road street lights let you see the snow blossomng down and at your windshield. It's like your jumping into lightspeed in the Millenium Falcon.


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My department at work takes turns bringing in better coffee to avoid the freeze-dried company supplied stuff. While opening a new canister of coffee beans this morning at work , I joked to a coworker that "revolutions usually start with the coffee."

But then I thought on it a moment.

Really, do you think throughout history that when the oppressed masses gather in the subterannean rooms to plot the uprising, that there's been an especially astute matronly member of the Resistance actually thinking "these/my people have endured enough...at least I can get some good goddamn coffee for the meeting."?

Or, in a show of 'keeping it real', they resort to integrity-keeping measures (like Eddie Vedder sleeping in his van for awhile after Pearl Jam made millions) and drink the really bad stuff? To retain their grit to keep their cause pure, ya know.

Then again, if all this fuss is about not being oppressed, why is there someone delegated to making coffee in the first place? Who's speaking up for the kitchen ladies? Getting to the lair early to make the bread for the members, keeping the coffee tins filled during the speeches, emptying the ash trays after the meeting so it doesn't stink like cold dank shit when they come next time. (How many revolutionaries you ever see not smoking? Being pawns of the State tweeks a person.)

You make sure an' teach your kids to honor the hell out of the Lunch Lady at their school. Tell Junior to say "thanks...Comrade" with a knowing wink after Mrs. Krupski wipes up the milk that Kevin made Josh laugh out his nose.


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Ya know when you see young, liberated, anti-fashion women in their 20s doing the hippy-chick, rag-a-muffin look with the mishmash of hand-me-down Grandma clothes from Value Village?

What did the hippy-chick, rag-a-muffin girls of the early pioneer times wear? Ya know, when these kind of clothes were actually the 1.0 version of themselves? Did they wear tattered old Revoluton or Civil War uniforms to the saloon?


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The J. Geils Band should be a permanent Artist-In-Residence at Bonnaroo. Every year.
Think about it. It makes total sense.

Sooooopa Toooooosday

Midnight tonight we might have that Coleman Young-legacy a-hole Kwame Kilpatrick out of Detroit's mayor office. He and his loudmouth Momma.

This guy will tell you. He rewrote lyrics against Kwame using 'Baby Got Back' but its "Kwame Got Fat". It's really bad. But one of those train wreck bads because you can't stop listening to see how much worse it is. (You can hear the real Sir Mixalot version in the background he's singing over.)


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Anyway the real reason I'm here:

"E"MAIL IS FOR "EXIT" MAIL.

Ever heard of the Peter Chung email?
Now you will.

New old Yoda

Weeks back I mentioned that the Star Wars people were going back and putting a CG Yoda into Phantom Menace, replacing the puppet. (All 6 films are coming back out again starting in 2007, in 3-D. One a year for 6 years, all the episodes in order.) You can see some of their work on this CG Yoda with the Ep 3 DVD special features disk.

During the 'Chosen One' feature on Anakin/Vader, they show the clip of Yoda again saying his speech: "Fear is the path to the dark side...fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, etc etc..." It's the CG Yoda.

It looks great.

We WILL Be Beaming To Places, Like In Star Trek.

Just you watch.
We're already slowing down light to fill it full of information and data.

You know who already slows down light and makes it do cool crazy shit?
Dudes that take on the X-Men and shit... or Palpatine and chicks in Fantastic Foursomes.










You think I'm lying?

Let's take bets on this:
The iPod gets smaller and smaller. We already have chips in dog's ears to track them. Like that technology, Apple will first create sensors that allow us to clench our jaw, twitch a cheek muscle, blink a few times to shuffle the playlists, go to the next song, etc. The little doodad to do this will start as a little chip or sensor (like the sensors in smoke alarms...a band of mine years ago, we made some to simulate drum triggers for midi. They were more sensitive than $5000 dollar jobs at GUitar Center.)

This stuff will be the bridge that gets us to triggering technology in ways that in sci-fi movies was portrayed as using telepathic ability. Using chips to sense the super subtle nerve and muscle twitches to make some technology "do our bidding" will be as though we were "controlling it with our mind."

The technology that takes over in the bad Orwellian ways always starts out as fun doodad gadget stuff.

I'm tellin' ya, read this book.




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In cooler news, it's that time of year when I can drink my favorite beer of all time, Sam Adams Cranberry Lambic, a seasonal only. I used to drink 22's of this in college. Now it can only be obtained via buying a 12pack of the holiday sampler, so I only get 2 bottles per 12pack. Damn it.

So good though. Try it.

Who doesn't love a farting preacher?



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Sitting in the allergy clinic this morning and thumbing thru a NEWSWEEK about the scandals with Karl Rove, Scooter Libby, and the other rich businessmen advising our President (and the messes it sure seems to be uncovering), it was ironic to see today's entry from my George Carlin desk calendar today:

"If everything is really the fault of politicians, where are all the bright, honest Americans who are ready to step in and replace them? Where are these people hiding? The truth is, we don't have people like that. Everyone's at the mall, scratching their balls, and buying sneakers with lights in them. And complaining about the politicians."