Saturday, May 15, 2010

Cleared to land


Air Force One, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

The day before yesterday saw President Obama visit the Buffalo area. He was in town for all of three hours -- enough time to meet with the family members of the people who died in the plane crash a year ago, stop at a restaurant to pick up some chicken wings, and then go to a factory that's been steadily expanding for a number of years for a tour and a speech.

I was working, so I didn't get to see the President or hang out along the streets so I could see his motorcade, but as The Store's parking lot roughly faces the same direction as the Buffalo Niagara International Airport, I figured I'd get to see Air Force One on final approach, just like I did six years ago when President Bush came to town. I found an excuse to hang around out front of our building at the rough time that the President was supposed to arrive, and sure enough, there's Air Force One, making its final approach to the runway.

Three hours later I went outside again, hoping to see the takeoff, but as the President's next destination was New York City, the plane took in the other direction. Oh well. I hope the President gets back here soon! Three hours isn't enough time to spend in so fine a place as Buffalo.

BTW, you may have seen in the news that when Obama stopped by Duff's to pick up some wings, a local woman told him that he was "a hottie with a smokin' little body". Well, that's certainly on the list of things it would never occur to me to say to a President of the United States. But what would I say? Probably one of the following:

"Can you play quarterback or at least block for one?"

"Can you call up George Lucas and order him to invite me to an overnight stay at Skywalker Ranch?"

"Well, you're doing a fine job, Mr. President. Not as fine as Jed Bartlet, but you've got time to catch up."

OK, I wouldn't say any of these things. I'd probably default to something along the lines of "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. President." And I'd almost certainly ask for a picture. A hottie with a smokin' little body? Yeah, probably not so much. Not even if Stana Katic was the President!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Hate mail! I get hate mail!

I don't get nasty e-mails all that often, so when I do, it's kind of fun, in a bizarre sort of way. Especially when the mail is so staggeringly illiterate as this one. Here it is:

YOUR A STUPID BITCH!
It's Not supposed to be unpredictable
"children's book!" ...He made no mistakes
its a novel for leaning and imagination god...


Now, there's lots of funny there, to be sure. It's amusing to be taken to task for a book review by a person who can't tell "your" from "you're" and calls me a "stupid bitch", thus demonstrating a failure to even read my GMR bio and note the masculine pronouns used there in reference to me. But the funniest thing about it is that in my review, I raved about the book in question! Seriously! I loved the book, and said so.

So I'm sent hate mail by someone because I didn't like their favorite book enough. There's something funny about that, oh yes....

Quiver, pathetic humans!

I saw this at SamuraiFrog's place, and I had to do it myself. Used to play some AD&D back in the day (mainly college). In the big campaign we did, I had two characters. One was a lawful-good cleric-ranger, and he was fun to play (I interpreted him as a real prude -- Captain Picard with a sword and even less of a sense of humor), but the character I was really invested in was my chaotic-good necromancer. I played him as an arrogant wise-ass with an odd love of black humor. So this guy is probably right in line.

I Am A: Neutral Good Human Sorcerer (5th Level)


Ability Scores:

Strength-14

Dexterity-12

Constitution-13

Intelligence-14

Wisdom-10

Charisma-12


Alignment:
Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.


Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.


Class:
Sorcerers are arcane spellcasters who manipulate magic energy with imagination and talent rather than studious discipline. They have no books, no mentors, no theories just raw power that they direct at will. Sorcerers know fewer spells than wizards do and acquire them more slowly, but they can cast individual spells more often and have no need to prepare their incantations ahead of time. Also unlike wizards, sorcerers cannot specialize in a school of magic. Since sorcerers gain their powers without undergoing the years of rigorous study that wizards go through, they have more time to learn fighting skills and are proficient with simple weapons. Charisma is very important for sorcerers; the higher their value in this ability, the higher the spell level they can cast.


Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

Something for Thursday

For his PBS show Cosmos, Carl Sagan did a brilliant bit on evolution, with some then-amazing computer animation:



Here's the same animation, without voiceover and with a different piece of music that was also used in the series, called "Alpha" by Vangelis:



This has always been one of my favorite pieces of animation.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

USB UBS SUB BUS BSU UBS SBU


I'm in USB device Hell!, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

I love my techno doodads as much as anyone, but wow, have I ever in just the last year or two amassed an incredible number of things that plug into my USB port. I have so many of these things that I sometimes can't even plug in all the things I may want to plug in at one time! 'Tis wild and whacky, it is.

A small inventory of USB-powered or USB-interfaced stuff at Casa Jaquandor:

1. Printer
2. Digital camera
3. My MP3 player
4. The WIfe's MP3 player
5. The Daughter's MP3 player
6. My main external hard drive -- 250GB
7. My backup external hard drive -- 320GB (I'm paranoid about backing up, and I may buy a third one come August, when they can be had at Target pretty cheaply.)
8. My cell phone (I use the USB port to charge it, instead of the wall outlet)
9. Flash drive, 8GB
10. Flash drive, 4GB
11. Flash drive, 1GB
12. Flash drive, 1GB (This one I use for that "System Boost" thing that Vista can do, which treats the flash drive as memory, because I'm too lazy to go and get a proper memory upgrade.)
13. Flash drive, 512MB
14. Card reader for MicroSD cards (of which I have three; one's in the phone and one's in the camera, and one I'm not currently using for anything)
15. Turbolaser

OK, I made that last one up. But yeah, I've got a lot of USB-related crap.

A Random Wednesday Conversation Starter

The "Comic sans" font: cute and endearing, or unbelievably irritating?

Thirty Day Challenge: Day Thirty

Whomever You Find Most Attractive In This World

Pumpkinville 07 029


Well, this was a fun thing to do. If I see another interesting Thirty Day Challenge, I may well do it!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Hey, do you think "muffin" was a euphemism for something?

I watched Betty White on Saturday Night Live the other night, and I found it for the most part very enjoyable, hilarious at times and occasionally "meh". (I didn't stay up for the whole show, actually; I went to bed after "Weekend Update", happy to let the visions of Tina Fey behind the newsdesk once again dance about in my head.)

White did a really good job on the show. I have to confess that I'm just not that huge a fan of Betty White. I have no problem with her whatsoever; I don't dislike her at all. But I admit that I just don't get why it's become the case of late that anything with Betty White in it is automatically considered Awesome. (And to be honest, I didn't like Golden Girls much at all, but that's certainly not Betty White's fault. The show just didn't amuse me much.)

But as for SNL? Some great stuff there. The opening sketch, a parody of Lawrence Welk, went on a bit too long, but White's monologue was one of the better monologues I've seen on SNL in a long time. There was a sketch in which White appeared on what appeared to be a Latino talk show. I actually dosed off during this sketch, but I'm willing to grant that this may be due to my almost always being asleep by 11:30 pm than because of the sketch. The "muffin" sketch was hilarious, and I also found the next one funny as well ("Maybe it's because she's a lesbian!"). All in all, I thought White did a great job on the show.

I also listened to Jay-Z's rap performance, and it confirmed what I've always thought about rap music: I admire the artistry at work in it, but man oh man, is it ever not my cup of tea. It doesn't appeal to me at all, but I don't hate it and I would certainly never claim that "rap isn't music".

Anyway, kudos to Betty White. Next week we'll have Alec Baldwin hosting SNL for what must be the 89th time. I think Baldwin has probably appeared on the show more times than John Belushi by now. Yeesh! (Actually, I've just looked it up, and it's not even close. This will be Baldwin's 20th appearance. Belushi appeared in 88 episodes.)

Smart Noshery Makes You Slobber

Via the NYT:

For English speakers with subpar Chinese skills, daily life in China offers a confounding array of choices. At banks, there are machines for “cash withdrawing” and “cash recycling.” The menus of local restaurants might present such delectables as “fried enema,” “monolithic tree mushroom stem squid” and a mysterious thirst-quencher known as “The Jew’s Ear Juice.”

Those who have had a bit too much monolithic tree mushroom stem squid could find themselves requiring roomier attire: extra-large sizes sometimes come in “fatso” or “lard bucket” categories. These and other fashions can be had at the clothing chain known as Scat.

Go ahead and snicker, although by last Saturday’s opening of the Expo 2010 in Shanghai, drawing more than 70 million visitors over its six-month run, these and other uniquely Chinese maladaptations of the English language were supposed to have been largely excised.

Well, that at least is what the Shanghai Commission for the Management of Language Use has been trying to accomplish during the past two years.

Fortified by an army of 600 volunteers and a politburo of adroit English speakers, the commission has fixed more than 10,000 public signs (farewell “Teliot” and “urine district”), rewritten English-language historical placards and helped hundreds of restaurants recast offerings.


There's a photo gallery of hilariously mistranslated Chinese signage as well. This one nearly had me spewing coffee all over my laptop:



I mean, who wouldn't want their Marxism hot and fragrant!

Sentential Links #205

Linkage....

:: So, what the hell, New Guy? You couldn't have waited just another 20 minutes for us to drive the 1.5 miles to the hospital? It's OK, sweetheart. Mommy's not mad. We did it together and you're healthy and perfect, and we got one hell of a story out of it -- which, as you will come to realize, is always important. (My friend Kerry spent Mother's Day recovering from committing an act of Motherhood several days before. Go give her come love and some congratulations!)

You know what? That's it for this week. Kerry and Baby Ian get this week's edition all to themselves. More next week!

Thirty Day Challenge: Day Twenty-eight

A Drawing

Oh, man. See, thing is, I'm not very good at drawing. At all. In fact, I'm terrible at it. Awful. I dreaded when my grade school art classes did a project that involved drawing, because I was simply dreadful at it. Graphic representation has never been a skill of mine in any way, and the only drawing I ever do now is when I sketch out something really quick at work just to visualize a project.

So, here's something The Daughter did for one of her art classes.

An original work!

They're apples, btw. It's a kinda abstract.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Scary....

Matthew Yglesias points out this tool that makes the scope of the Gulf of Mexico oil spill more plain than just throwing out a number of square miles or showing a segment of ocean in a map. You can superimpose the area of the spill over any location you wish (if you have the Google Earth plugin, which I went ahead and downloaded).

So here's how the spill would look if Buffalo were its epicenter:



Now that's scary.

Nom nom nom nom nom

I haven't written about food in this space lately, so here's a food post! Yay!

:: I've owned a steel wok since college, but despite the wok's status as the single most versatile cooking utensil in the history of the Universe, I've never used it a whole lot. So I decided a couple of weeks back to dig it out and make some fried rice, using some instructions from a couple of different cookbooks (both of which are by Martin Yan). I've made fried rice before, but it's been a long time. Basically, though, fried rice is one of those wonderful dishes that exists for no other reason than to simply clear out the fridge. Any cooked meats, seafoods, veggies, whatever are fair game to be tossed into the wok, stirred around at high heat, tossed with some sauce, and served up on a nice big bowl.

For my first go-round, I opted for a seafood fried rice. I already had some cooked shrimp in the freezer, but I wanted something else, so I picked up some frozen scallops and thawed half the package.

Fried Rice I

Then it was prep time, which is the most important part of making any stir-fry dish. Stir-frying (or "chowing") is one of the fastest cooking methods, which means that if you realize halfway through that you've omitted an ingredient, it simply isn't feasible to stop the chowing process and prep the missing ingredient. The whole concept of mise en place -- everything already diced, chopped, measured and ready to go -- is essential to chowing. So here's everything I was to use:

Fried Rice II

Yes, I used pre-chopped, frozen stir-fry vegetables. Sue me!

First I heated my wok. Woks are intended to be used on very high heat. I've always preferred a gas stove for this, because you can have a better control on the specific amount of heat being kicked out by the burner, but we're not so lucky at Casa Jaquandor and we're equipped with electric burners. Thus, to control heating and cooking, I set the burner almost on 'High' and then, if I think things are cooking too quickly and I have too much heat in the wok, I don't adjust the burner. I just pick the wok up off the burner until it cools back down, a matter of seconds.

Fried Rice III

Next, I added a couple of tablespoons of peanut oil, swirled it around for a couple of seconds making sure to get it on the sloping sides of the wok, and dumped in the scallops.

Fried Rice IV

At this point I'm already getting hungry! It takes a few minutes, nothing more, to cook the scallops (you don't want to overcook the little devils), at which time I removed them from the pan and set them aside on a plate. It was time for the veggies, and when they were done, the two beaten eggs:

Fried Rice V

I probably should have got the veggies a little more "done" before I added the egg, but all was fine. At this point the steam is rolling out of the wok most impressively!

Fried Rice VIII

Next it was in with the rice, and then scallops and the shrimp. All got tossed around at high heat for two or three minutes. (According to Martin Yan, for best results in fried rice dishes, you're best off using day-old cooked rice, as opposed to cooking the rice and then immediately using it in fried rice.)

Finally, the resulting dish:

Fried Rice VII

Wonderful stuff! We just added garlic sauce at the table for personal seasoning.

A few days later, I remembered that I'd only used about half the rice I had initially made for the first fried rice, so I make fried rice again, this time with pork instead of seafood.

Fried Rice 2.0: PORK!

For the pork, I just cut a boneless pork chop into thin strips and marinated it for an hour or so in a mix of sesame oil, honey, soy sauce, and Chinese five-spice powder. The resulting dish was very different in terms of flavor, despite being almost identical to the first in terms of preparation.

(BTW, I am now a huge fan of Green Giant's stir-fry vegetable blends. These are awesome. I used some from the same bag for an omelet a week later.)

Now I want to start looking into other wok applications and stir-fry dishes as well.

:: I almost always eat breakfast; I find that if I don't, by late morning I'm famished to the point of being useless at work, and I don't typically eat lunch until 1:00 pm at the earliest. (My whole life, starting in high school, I've had late lunches. It's so ingrained in my brain now that I'm not sure if I could ever get hungry for lunch at noon on a regular basis.)

My breakfasts tend to be fairly simple affairs: Orange juice is a must, and then I tend to alternate between a small number of typical selections: toast or an English muffin spread one side with either peanut butter or Nutella, and on the other side with lemon curd; oatmeal with brown sugar and maple syrup; or cold cereal. Now, with cold cereals, I like the sweetened and flavored Cheerios (albeit in The Store's brand, because paying an extra two bucks for the Cheerios label is just silly), or raisin bran, or a couple others. I tend to go for the high fiber cereals, mostly; my favorite is actually frosted shredded wheat, which I love to top with berries (fresh is great, but frozen's fine). Here's my all-time favorite simple breakfast, then:

Breakfast of Champions!

Yes, I do put milk on the cereal, but not a whole lot, because soggy cereal depresses me. I doubt I'd want to live in a world without blueberries.

:: Finally, it fell to me to cook lunch on Mother's Day. The Wife still had to go to work -- a fact of life in the restaurant business -- but since she works the night shift, she at least got to have a lazy morning and lunch with the family. She requested that I make her some Chiavetta's chicken.

Now, for those who don't live in Western New York -- and that's just about all of my readership these days -- Chiavetta's is a local outfit that does a lot of catering for special events and fundraisers and the like. One always knows when one is in the vicinity of a Chiavetta's catering event because they literally pull up in a U-haul sized truck, set up enormous grills outside the venue, and cook immense amounts of chicken on those grills, sending gigantic clouds of barbecuey-chickeny scented smoke wafting through the neighborhood. The scent is instantly mouth-watering. Their sauce is a salty, vinegary, garlicky blend that is one of the signature flavors of WNY. (Another local outfit called BW's does a very similar barbecue, but Chiavetta's is the almost universal term used for this kind of thing.)

That's not the only way to partake of Chiavetta's barbecue, however; they sell their marinades in the local stores. We always have a bottle of the stuff on hand.

Chiavetta's I

It's a very simple process, actually: marinade your meat for a while, and then grill or bake and serve. (The bottled instructions say that once grilling is done you're supposed to put the meat into a pan like a foil baking pan, baste heavily, wrap or cover and then allow to remain on the heat a while longer so the flavors can steam into the food. In truth, I almost always omit this step.) I was going to grill today, but Mother Nature decided that Buffalo needed one last visit from the Winter Gods, so there were actual snowflakes in the air this morning. No accumulation on the ground, but still: snow on Mother's Day. Yikes! I confess I thought about just layering up -- I don't own all those pairs of overalls for nothing -- and grilling anyway, but I decided that reading the Sunday paper over coffee while the oven in the kitchen did the work was the more appealing course of action. (Or, one could say that I wimped out. What can I say.)

When I do Chiavetta's at home, I like to have leftover chicken. What's the point otherwise? So even though there are only three of us and one leg quarter apiece would certainly suffice for this one meal, I marinaded and baked five leg quarters and four thighs! It made for an oven full of chicken.

Chiavetta's II

(I preheated the oven to 450, and when it reached that temp, I put the chicken in the oven and turned the heat down to 375. I like the way an initial temperature that's quite a bit higher than the main baking temperature browns the surface nicely.)

And when all was done, the meal was served. Chicken with baked beans, grapes, and the first fresh strawberries of the year. (No, not local strawberries. I feel no great compunctions about consuming produce trucked in from some far-flung part of the American Empire.)

Chiavetta's III

The important thing, of course, was that The Wife was totally happy with the meal. Huzzah!

And happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. In the immortal words of director Michael Curtiz, "Always a bridesmaid, never a mother."

Can this be for real?

Seriously...is this real? Is that the same dog, really? Showing up at all those protests? If so, that's pretty wild! I can envision the scene:

HIM: I'm off for the protest, honey!

HER: Are you taking Rex?

HIM: Yeah. You know how he loves barking at the police.

HER: Well, you know the rules.

She hands him a plastic bag.

HER: And no flinging it at the police, either. You're not a monkey.

HIM: Awwww....

Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddity and Awesome abound!!!

:: Hiring happy clowns for childrens' birthday parties is creepy enough, but this is downright awful. I'd have had nightmares after this, I suppose...horrible flashbacks whenever I saw someone get a pie in the face....

:: What the f*** should I make for dinner? Yes, liberal use of the word 'f***' over there.

:: Firefly is back...kinda-sorta. Once again, I wish there was a regular comic book title for Firefly. The perfect medium for more Browncoat adventures!

:: Why I hate 3-D movies, by Roger Ebert. I have to admit that I have next to zero interest in 3-D movies. I was perfectly happy to watch Avatar in 2-D, and 3-D's higher ticket price will make me less likely to go to movies, which I already don't do all that often anyway because it's become terribly expensive to do so.

:: Via Cal I see the next great kitchen gadget. Having a barbecue but can't decide between hot dogs of hamburgers? Worry no more, for the HAMDOG is here!!!

That's it. More next week!

Thirty Day Challenge: Day Twenty-seven

A Picture Of Where You’re From

I'm a wee bit baffled by this one, I have to admit. I already posted about where my family is from, earlier in the meme-thing, but now it's asking where I am from. And I'm from the same place as my family, no?

Or is it talking about where I'm from right now? Geez, I dunno.

So here's the Buffalo-Niagara region, as photographed from Chestnut Ridge, a park in the hills a few miles south of Casa Jaquandor:

Buffalo from Chestnut Ridge


I truly love this area and want to be here when the place blossoms again. And it will. Oh yes.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

"Now that's what I call a close encounter."



The Daughter and I watched Independence Day last week. It's the first time I've watched the entire movie in ages, and my impressions haven't changed one bit. I've never been one for the idea of "guilty pleasures", which I take to mean "Things you like even though you know you shouldn't"; why should I ever think I shouldn't like something that I already like? Makes no sense to me...but Independence Day (or, famously and quite oddly, ID4 for short) is about as close as I come to having a real guilty pleasure. I like the movie a lot, and yet, there's so much that's wrong with it!

(Hmmm, in that sense, it's not unlike Star Trek 2009 in that regard.)

ID4 is a movie that piles plot hole after plot hole on top of implausibility after implausibility. It's a movie that posits the horrible deaths of tens of millions of human beings on Earth, and yet is lots of fun to watch. It's a movie that has the President of the United States personally leading the fighter plane attack on the alien ship at the end of the film, hours after he's watched his wife die. There is so much stuff in ID4 that doesn't make sense in any way, and yet the movie is so well-made that it almost never matters. It's the Teflon movie. I can sit here and rattle off a long list of things that are wrong with it, and yet, when I watch it I get excited at President Whitmore's cheesy "St. Crispin's Day" speech; I laugh when the Defense Secretary has to speak up and tell the President that yes, there is an Area 51; I choke up with cropduster pilot Russell Case sacrifices himself to destroy the aliens; et cetera.

I assume anyone reading this far into this post remembers the plot of ID4: aliens attack earth, blowing up city after city while humanity reels. A plucky group of survivors, including the President of the United States, gathers at Area 51, where they figure out how to strike back against an enemy whose ships all have impenetrable shields. Finally the resident computer genius (Jeff Goldblum, of course) figures out how he can use his 1995 Apple Powerbook to infect the entire alien fleet with a computer virus that will lower the shields, and the humans attack. Lots of explodey-spaceshippy-goodness ensues.

I got the DVD out of the library, not realizing that it was one of those "Revised Director's Cuts" that put about ten minutes or so of stuff back into the cut, so while watching the movie, I kept realizing I was seeing scenes I hadn't seen before. In some cases, those scenes actually helped smooth over some of the plot holes.

Some random thoughts from the recent viewing of ID4, then:

:: It's interesting that the film goes out of its way to avoid establishing whether President Thomas Whitmore is a Democrat or a Republican. I have no idea, and based on the evidence in the movie, I couldn't even hazard a guess.

:: Implausibility watch: Of all the geniuses who are surely working on analyzing the aliens' signals and transmissions, only the cable teevee genius in New York (Goldblum) is able to figure out that they're running a countdown?

:: Early on, as the Mother Ship is entering orbit, an Earth satellite is destroyed when the mother ship moves into its orbital path. I never noticed before, but the satellite has "CCCP" painted on its outside. Is that actually supposed to be the Mir space station?

:: Implausibility watch #2: In the event of massive public panic in the largest cities in the world, it's still possible to drive from NYC to Washington, DC in less than seven hours. (The "Director's Cut" adds back a bit of footage that shows the drive being less easy than it appeared in the original cut, but it's still hard to buy.)

:: Implausibility watch #3: One of the closest advisors to the President of the United States would really keep her cell phone number listed "for emergencies"? What kind of emergency would that be? In the original cut, when David (Goldblum) calls Connie (Margaret Colin) on her cell, her first words are, "How did you get this number?" I've always thought that odd, since she keeps it listed! But the Director's Cut fleshes this out a bit, with David having to look up the number, but realizing that she hasn't listed it under her current real name. (She used his last name, as she is his ex-wife, but she didn't take his name when they were married.) This still doesn't explain how it would be useful to her to be listed in the phone book under a different name, but the movie was written and made in 1995 when cell phones were only starting to really take off, so I'll give them a pseudo-pass on this. It always stands out, though.

:: A couple of additional scenes with Russell Case (Randy Quaid), the drunken cropduster, establish that he didn't actually father those kids but married their mother. (At least one of them, anyway.) This explains the somewhat troubled relationship between Russell and Miguel, the oldest kid. The scenes also establish that the younger boy is sickly and needs constant "medicine".

:: Implausibility watch #4: So, Capt. Steven Hiller (Will Smith) can apparently deliver a punch so hard that it knocks the alien unconscious even through the protection of his "biomechanical suit", and it knocks him out for hours. Although, we do see Hiller later on kicking the crap out of the alien when he gets frustrated, so maybe he's been periodically beating on the alien in the interim. Plus, the alien is no doubt injured from his crash landing. And besides, it's a cool moment on screen anyway -- Hiller has about half-a-second of "Yeesh, what the hell is that?!" reaction when he first sees the alien, and then he punches it out. Yee haw!

:: Implausibility watch #5: Area 51 has been kept secret for decades, but Capt. Hiller knows it's there because he saw it while he was flying over it at top speed trying to evade fire from an alien spaceship. Sure!

:: Implausibility watch #6: Backing up a bit, the fire-wave in the tunnel should have killed Jasmine (Vivica Fox). Why would it sweep past an open closet without filling it with flamey-goodness?

:: Added scenes: We get to see a bit of where Dr. Okun (Brent Spiner) is showing David what they've learned about the alien technology. There's even a line in there about computer compatibility, which I suppose is intended to make the stuff about the computer virus later on feel a bit less hand-wavey. Does it work? Maybe.

:: Implausibility watch #7: Capt. Hiller suddenly decides to grab a helicopter and fly off to his old air base so he can...what? Why does he do this? Sure, it enables him to reunite with girlfriend Jasmine, who has also coincidentally found the injured First Lady, but seriously, why does Hiller fly there? This makes zero sense.

:: Unnecessary developments: I can't imagine how the death of the First Lady is in any way necessary, except to end the film's second act on as down a note as possible so the third act can be all about redemption and whatnot. It still feels to me like a narrative cheat: the First Lady is injured badly, she barely gets to the company of doctors in time...to die anyway? This is the part of the movie I like least, actually.

:: Implausibility watch #8: Yeah, the computer virus. Sure, fine, whatever. I've made my peace with it. Still, like I said a couple months back, it makes me wonder how a sequel might work.

:: OK, have the aliens made zero modifications to their ships in fifty years since that scout ship crashed at Roswell, NM? Hiller and Levenson (the Goldblum character) fly that ship up to the mothership, which allows it to dock and then ignores it until it's trying to fly away again, and only then do the aliens investigate that ship? The alien control-room guy doesn't think, "Hmmmm, according to records, that ship's been gone for fifty years. Should look into that."

:: Implausibility watch #9: Not so much an implausibility, but I always wondered why, instead of a massive fighter attack, they didn't wait until the shields were down and then nuke the alien ships. Fifty ships worldwide means fifty nukes.

:: The fighters sure waste their missiles by firing them at enemy fighters instead of concentrating them on the big ships, don't they? Especially later on, when it turns out that the fighters' machine guns can also blow up the enemy fighters. Why didn't they use the machine guns on the fighters in the first place? Then maybe they're not down to exactly one missile when it comes time to take out the big ship's "primary weapon".

:: Had Bill Pullman played his cards right, he really could have become the heir apparent to William Shatner as King of Geek Cool. Instead, fourteen years after ID4, Nathan Fillion is Crown Prince to The Shat. Kind of sad...but Pullman's performance as the President is all kinds of geek-masculine cool, especially with lines like "Hang on, General. I want another shot at it!" and "We need to give Mr. Case some cover, Gentlemen, let's plow the road!" Great stuff, there.

:: I remember noticing Devon Gummersall's name in the credits when I saw the movie the first time, and I didn't remember him in the movie. He'd been cut, it turns out. He shows up in the Director's Cut in two fairly forgettable scenes. (Gummersall was the kid with the stringy blond curly hair, Brian Krakow, who had the unrequited crush on Claire Danes's Angela Chase in My So-Called Life, which was made two years before ID4.)

:: I've always wondered why a single nuclear missile would destroy the entire alien mother ship, which we've been told is "one fourth the size of Earth's moon". There's no shot of that missile hitting the mother ship's reactor or anything, just the missile, sitting stuck in the wreckage of the last wall it punched through. I assume the writers did this because otherwise you'd still have millions of aliens ready to invade Earth, but still....

:: Why, with widespread panic about an alien invasion taking place, would The McLaughlin Group still be on teevee?

:: Hey! Assuming that the aliens have been blowing up major cities in order of population, I have to think there'd be a good sporting chance that Buffalo would still be intact after the aliens have been destroyed at the end. And heck, if being one of the only cities still standing after the defeat of an alien invasion can't help the Buffalo economy rebound, then nothing can!

:: And yet, after all that, what a fun movie!

The Preznit!

Next Thursday, President Obama is scheduled to spend some time in Buffalo. Now, I'll be working, so unless one of his stops is The Store, I doubt very much that I'll be in any position to see him. But his previous stop is a town in Ohio, so with any luck, his flight plan will be similar to that taken by President Bush in 2004 -- the last sitting President to visit Buffalo -- who actually flew over The Store in Air Force One while on final approach. I've never forgotten that day, as I was one of two people to even look up and see the plane above us and the only one to realize what plane that was. So I'm keeping an eye out for the specific details of Obama's visit, trying to find out his specific arrival time at Buffalo Niagara International Airport so I can find a reason to be outside about twenty minutes before that and keep an eye out for that magnificent airplane. I can't wait.

Thirty Day Challenge: Day Twenty-six

A Picture From One Of The Greatest Days Of Your Life

The only photo from my wedding that I have on the computer is the one I already used earlier in this very Challenge, so that's out. And I don't have any photos from The Daughter's birth, and I couldn't choose between her birth or Little Quinn's, either, so that's out. Truth is, I'm more likely to take photos on the normal days than on the "obviously great" ones. Why this is, I have no idea, but that's the way I tend to operate. I hate to whiff on this so spectacularly, but there it is.

But since I gotta have something, here's May 25, 1977.