Vital, Vital Updates
Fresh Ground Peanut Butter From Strictly Bulk At Pape And Danforth
I haven’t been there to get it yet. I’m just saying.
The First Episode Of Torchwood
First, it’s with the first 7 or 8 episodes on a DVD. Second, my machine that will actually play movies can’t read DVDs (it’s SCSI). Next, the network connection between my Pentium One running Windows 98 (with a DVD-ROM) and the Pentium III running Windows 2000 is all impity-jumpity and problematic. Next, the Windows 98 machine and its DVD-ROM don’t really like each other a lot. Finally, the DVD stayed running and the network connection stayed online long enough for me to copy the first episode of Torchwood from the DVD to the Windows 98 machine through the network to the Windows 2000 machine. Lastfully, I watched it at 4:00 this morning because I have a noisy neighbour and there’s shit on my beloved TV-TMSL at 4:00AM.
Okay, the review. Wow. Not your granddad’s Torchwood. Frankly I was expecting Doctor Who and more of the same. It wasn’t. I really liked it; dirtier, meaner, darker, weirder (really: weirder than Doctor Who). But as much as I liked the character of Captain Jack back in his Who days, I kinda thought he was a piece of wood in this, even though the plot, the shots, the hot lady cop, and those - you should pardon the expression - exquisite Welsh accents were really effective. Was the actor who played him like Russell Davies’ boy-toy or something? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But, like Little Mosque and Heroes, I’m willing to give this a big chance, considering that I think it will probably be worth it in the long run. I’m even willing to go through all that shit in the first paragraph again to catch up.
Fun With Food
For a great, amazing sauce, mix ground tomatoes (canned), peanut butter, garam masala and lots of garlic and onions and fresh ground pepper.
It’s awesome.
TLA
Much progress on the PHP/Javascript Jeopardy front. I love it. Wish I was younger so I could have more time. Mark my words, they’ll patent and market the digital-neural mastoid implant the week after I die. I’d bet you but it’s a sure thing and I’m not.