Saturday, February 23, 2002

A Perfect Rainy Saturday

Despite the drizzly, almost-chilly conditions that we're beginning to call "Jyotika Weather" (because of the obvious delight she takes in days that approximate her beloved English clime), today was pretty darned relaxing.

After a late night of video editing (everyone seems to like the finished product, which is nice, since they've only seen the crappy web version), sleeping in would have been the order of the day, but 9 a.m. was about as far as I got. Stupid internal clock.

After lazing around a bit and a new episode of Trading Spaces (during which I decided that I like Vern Yip better than I did initially), I got dressed and hit the Mailboxes Etc to make sure nothing fun had come. It hadn't. So back to the house to meet up with Jyotika and her friend Greta for...

The Sing-Along Sound of Music

The Tampa Theater was about 3/4 full for this "international phenomenon;" we purchased tickets in mid-December and so sat third row center (the front two rows were empty, giving us a handy place to stash coats and umbrellas) – the best seats in the house, really. A stand-up comic in lederhosen gave us all the instructions on what to do when (boo at the Nazis, hiss at the Baroness) and how to use the items in our goody bags. For example, during the song "Edelweiss," we were all supposed to wave the little plastic flowers we were given.



Said stand-up-comic-in-lederhosen (I'll call him Johann, since I didn't catch his actual name) also called this event "the Rocky Horror for goody-two-shoes." He was pretty much right, given the crowd, which was mostly middle-aged women and children under the age of twelve. Both demographic sets turned out in good numbers for the costume contest. Below are the better entries in the "single adult" (as opposed to groups of adults) category:



On the left we have "tea with jam and bread" (the jam and bread appeared in baggies on her flip side), and a grown man dressed as Friedrich. For some reason, Friedrich-guy drew huge applause. He was pretty enthusiastic, jumping around and doing a little dance. Oh yeah, that's Johann in the middle.

I have more pictures, but I'll get them up in a Yahoo photo album later.

The movie itself was a lot like B-Fest, with people yelling one-liners and generally having a good time. When Maria sings that she "seeks the courage that she lacks," someone close to us piped up, "You should see the Wizard!" Much merriment was made at the expense of the Nazis and the Baroness. Depite the good-natured fun that most folks seemed to be having, I was happy that the five-year-old seated behind us and her obnoxiously brusque mother did not return for the second half of the film.

Four and a half hours later (oy!), we returned home and promptly went out again when I discovered I had precious little to cook for dinner. Not that that mattered; I ended up making Alton Brown's pancakes. But at least we're stocked for the rest of the week. Christina also lucked out; they were out of meatless sausage so she got Healthy Choice sausage patties instead. The pancakes were amazing – we ended up eating them mostly without butter or syrup. No glomming on the syrup to mask the crappy mix-made pancakes you're eating; these are, uh... good eats.

Like I said, a perfect rainy Saturday. Got a review up on Stomp Tokyo tonight; our participation in the B-Masters Roundtable showcasing Ninjas.

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iMovie rocks. Here's why. (Warning: this file is 9MB and probably not for those on slow connections, although you're welcome to wait.)

In about 5 hours using iMovie and iPhoto, I was able to compile 70 photos (out of about 400) and a few minutes of video (out of an hour's worth) and edit it together into an 8 minute video that someone might actually want to watch. The quality isn't so great in a tiny Quicktime window, but on a TV from the high-quality version it looks fabulous.

If I weren't already a Mac nut, this would make me jump ship in a hurry. Which, I guess, has been Steve's plan all along.

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Friday, February 22, 2002

Leave it to the British to concoct something this disgusting. I do like the Sauce Wars between Heinz Ketchup and HP Sauce, though.

And hey, while we're being disgusting, dig this image of Jesus in a used band-aid.

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Thursday, February 21, 2002

Tonight's dinner: the ever-popular pigs in blankets. Healthy Choice hot dogs in reduced-fat crescent rolls. MMMmmm.

I've decided that ketchup tastes better when it comes out of one of those squeeze bottles with the tiny openings at the top. Thick globs of ketchup just overwhelm the food. What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Like a true nerd, I looked up the best way to cook broccoli on the official web site of broccoli, Broccoli Town U.S.A. Make sure you don't overcook it, kids. According to "Mama's Kitchen:"

Broccoli that is overcooked will turn a dark khaki green (almost) gray and will not look or smell pleasing. The biggest mistake people make with broccoli is overcooking it.

So now you've learned something important about your green flowery friend, broccoli.

I spent a lot of time tonight going over the wedding video footage and the pictures my dad sent on a CD. So no, I'm not going to wrap up that last bit of wedding weekend recaps (here we are, two weeks later), but it's all refreshed in my mind and it'll get done this weekend. I may even have some visual aids to go with it.

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Mission accomplished. Now I've got some room on my Mac! A nice change from what had become a cramped six gigabytes. Going to go play with some video footage. Probably no full entry tonight, since I'm still catching up on sleep from last night's impromptu road trip.

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Tonight: my Mac goes under the knife again as I attempt to install a new hard drive. 80 GB of 7200 RPM goodness is what I'm after. And then: iMovie. Promised video projects may actually see some work.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2002

Christina and I made it back to St. Pete at 2:00 a.m. Now for sleep. Blogging on the morrow. Or, uh, later today. Whichever.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2002

In accordance with the way these things usually seem to go, Christina's dad John called last night to say that he'd be in Orlando for one night this week, on Wednesday. Orlando is a two-hour drive from here, but that's close enough, especially since we see that side of the family only once in a blue moon. They're in California (San Jose to be precise, and yes, we know the way) and John and his wife Mary are often traveling to exotic places for scuba excursions. (Last stop? The Galapagos.)

I'm not sure why, but Christina and her dad don't speak all that often on the phone, and they see each other once a year or less frequently. It's not that they have a bad relationship – quite the contrary, in fact – but that's just what feels right to them. "No news is good news," as they put it. I would probably curl up in a ball and die if I didn't see my family a few times a year, and I speak or e-mail with the mothership in Atlanta once a day. Proximity and being part of the family business both help that along, but I like to think things would be similar even if there weren't the everyday trivia about which to communicate.

John's company, C3-Ilex, of which he is a founding member (well, of the Ilex part, anyway), is sending him on a last-minute business trip to parts South, including Memphis and Orlando. So off we'll go tomorrow night, and we'll probably get back pretty late. So there will probably be no update on Thursday morning for those of you who are used to your a.m. fix.

I'm still fighting off this weird sinus thing. I hate that damn saline nose spray crap.

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I'm feeling human again, although I still have this weird dry sinus pain and a slight cough. Going to try and do some work on the book and Stomp Tokyo this afternoon, but mostly I feel like sacking out on the bean bag.

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Monday, February 18, 2002

No update tonight. Suddenly feeling very unwell, although I've had vague sinus pain for about a day. Hopefully some sleep and some drugs will do the trick.

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Important lesson learned today: women (including my wife) are not impressed by the ability to belch in sentences.

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Sunday, February 17, 2002

Tonight's update partially brought to you by Otis, who has decided that he likes basking in the glow of the laptop screen. The heat of two human bodies in bed is probably a factor, too.

I had a meeting with Scott today about our timeline for the book. We talked about a release date in mid-September, but Scott pointed out that it would probably get lost in all the "one-year anniversary of 9/11" hoo-ha, so we're going to shoot for September 1st with a lot of publicity in August. It was good to finally do some planning with my co-author present; he has been distracted by the complications of work and a medium-distance girlfriend, for which I can't much blame him, but it was beginning to feel like I was working in isolation. Now the marketing begins as we finish up the content (3 appendices currently in production, should be done by end of the month) and solidify the layout. We should have a printer by mid-March and copies in hand by the end of May. If Providence allows.

Calling All Collards

I was perusing the "Lady and Sons" cookbook mentioned in a previous entry, looking for the "crispy collard greens" recipe my parents wanted. I didn't see it mentioned by that name, but I'll be forwarding the recipes that were there for various collard greens dishes. Lots of pages are out there on the web that give collard greens recipes, but few of them actually deign to explain what collard greens are. Fortunately, this page exists. Not that I'm even vaguely interested in eating the things (my vegetable phobia persists, although I did buy some fresh broccoli and carrots for this week's meals), but it's good to know what you're talking about when such matters come up.

Movies I saw this weekend:

Ghost World - fun, if a bit painful to watch towards the beginning. Now I want to read the book. I was a bit disappointed that the soundtrack didn't include the Aimee Mann song also based on the book, but it was pretty good even so. Thora Birch has such an up-and-down track record with movies. Sure, she's done American Beauty and this movie, but then there's also Dungeons and Dragons. If there is ever a sequel to Reel Shame, Birch's "I Need a New Agent" entry will be D&D.

Gale Force - Survivor contestants find themselves hunted by mercenaries, then fighting for survival in a hurricane. Tim Thomerson plays the "Rudy" character.

The Hunted - Ninja try to kill Christopher Lambert. I encourage their efforts.

Gasaraki, Vol 1 - Anime giant robots with weird philosophy thrown in. With four half-hour episodes, this is how I distracted myself during my weekend stints on the exercise machine.

Wedding Weekend, continued

When the time came to depart the reception, our first stop was for more beer, since the house's supply was gone. The most convenient stop between the country club and the resort (sounds pretty snobby, huh?) was the Piggly Wiggly. Now, I've always been fascinated by the marketing anti-strategy behind the Piggly Wiggly grocery stores. Why exactly do you want to put people in mind of a fat little oinker when they go shopping for food? Those feeling self-conscious about their weight will be likely to buy less, the animal rights folks will have problems with the message that pigs want to be eaten, and the rest of the world will just be disturbed when they recall that their bacon once wore a smile.

So naturally, I bought a Piggly Wiggly baseball cap and wore it for the rest of the evening. My own resemblance to the corporate mascot be damned. (Tanya told me later that she considered it a courageous act. Thanks. I think.)

We arrived back at the house to find Pamela undoing the careful construction work that had been done on her hair.

With all the hairspray, pins, and other gunk that had been put in there, this was the result once it all came down. Fortunately Pamela's hair has always been resilient stuff (even when she was tiny and it was bound up in a single "Pebbles Flintstone" tuft). A few strokes with a hairbrush and she was back in business.

The remainder of the evening was spent socializing with the extended family. There was plenty of leftover food from the previous evening, and two huge trays of cookies that had been appropriated from the reception. Rumor had it that some family friend of Jennifer's had made all of these exquisite-looking confections by hand, in which case she desperately needs awards both for industry and creativity.

I downloaded my digital photos to the trusty iBook and set them up in a slideshow with iPhoto, which mesmerized the grandparents and everyone else who came near. There's just something about instant photography that's captivating, especially when accompanied by a nice piece of instrumental music. Steve Jobs woulda been proud; it was something that could have been cooked up by Apple's advertising agency.

When the rest of the crowd departed for hotels or settled into their bedrooms, Pamela and I got the bright idea of searching for the beach in the dark. After a false start and a return to the house for an extra flashlight and batteries, we made our way out into the night...

...and promptly lost ourselves in the pitch black.

Turns out there is no street lighting in Palmetto Dunes, at least not on the back roads where we were, and none of the houses were lit up because no one was in them in February. So we stumbled around a cul-de-sac (and came inches away from the beach access path, we learned the next day) before we lost our nerve and decided instead to walk down the main road a bit. Still no street lamps, but a few of the houses on this stretch were lit and the contents were fascinating, at least what we could see of them from the road.

By this time it was raining fairly steadily, but the canopy of live oaks and other trees kept us from getting soaked. The baseball cap I loaned to P and my own Piggly Wiggly hat kept the mist from our faces, so all was well, even if we did play our flashlight beams nervously behind us as we walked back to the house. I'm glad we got outside for a bit at least; the South and the barrier islands in particular have a reputation for sultry, rainy, mystery. It's fun to try and immerse yourself in it late on a Saturday night, even if the result is mostly just a bit of water in your shoes.

Next time: Amy encounters the meatless sausage patty, and I don't want to go home. Plus, Amy and Tanya miss their turn.

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