Bonus Magic

David Copperfield's show was canceled, all tickets will be refunded.

*sigh*

P.S. Food poisoning kicked my ass for 2 days. Please try to avoid it.

Magic

I will be in Washington DC from 11/6 to 11/8, and Las Vegas 11/8 to 11/11. I hope to see some of you around.

Well.

My girlfriend and I had purchased two tickets to see David Copperfield perform the weekend after next. He made the Statue of Liberty disappear, he made a 747 disappear, he cut himself in half with a circular saw, all that abracadabra wingardium leviosa is surely worth the price of admission.

But we may not get the chance to find out.

You see...this David...he done gone got himself a Federal investigation on his ass to find out if he had forced himself upon a woman in Seattle (or a Seattle woman in some other city, whatever).

The "prestige" in this act is acquittal. Make something disappear and bring it back. Be accused of sexual assault and shake it off.

The event promoter and ticketing agency have put the show "on hold" until further notice.

I hope we get our refund.

Siamese

Go me.

Today I realized and accepted that I am basically a sniveling gutless pussy when it comes to horror movies.

The Blair Witch Project scared me, Predator scared me, Predator 2 scared me, some X-Files episodes scared me, The Ring scared me, so on and so forth.

Review forthcoming if I feel like it.

Irony

Ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife?

Traffic jam when you're already late?

I don't give much thought to the technical definition of irony, but so occurred a situation this past weekend that gave me plenty of pause on education and social worth.

I am in the process of moving. Where and why is neither here nor there, so let's just say I'm moving a bunch of boxes and stuff from one area of this island nation to another and leave it at that. My friend/colleague was generous enough to help me out, amidst rushing from one church commitment to another...relenting only one scant hour. Anyway, come Sunday afternoon we loaded his car, drove to the new apartment, and he helped me carry stuff to the ground floor elevator and went on his way (I live on the 10th).

My fault for not locking the damn suitcase.

I grabbed as much as I could and headed up to the new apartment, dropped things off, and came back down as quickly as I could manage. As the elevator reached the ground floor, I saw through the window in the elevator door that this old geezer had opened my suitcase and was going through my things...not three minutes since I left it alone!

Complete dismay.

To clarify: Be it forgiveness or naiveté (likely the latter), I do not call this theft. It is an unfortunate matter of culture and customs such that unattended items are either treated as terrorist threats (e.g. in a metro station) or abandoned goods (e.g. on the open-air ground floor of most apartments here). I do not blame this man for anything more than desperation and lack.

I told him off fiercely and made certain he left all my things behind, and proceeded to re-pack my suitcase. He left behind a plastic grocery bag containing a few things of value: My new computer speakers, some spare change, and an old all-but-useless Verizon cell phone. Tossed off to one side was a large flat envelope containing a large X-ray of my torso (taken during a mandatory health exam last year, I kept it because it's cool) and at this point my most valuable possession: My diploma from Goizueta.

Okay fine, so it's merely symbolic and not of any intrinsic value. Nitpick all you want.

This old geezer had tossed aside the most valuable item in my suitcase, the very symbol of why and how I am where I am (no position of great importance, but I hold a job and contribute to society), and was about to walk off with a set of speakers and other sundry electronics.

Is that irony? Who cares. I don't remember why I mentioned irony in the first place.

Food for thought.

My new apartment rocks.

Why?

Agent Smith:

But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.

It is purpose that created us.

Purpose that connects us.

Purpose that pulls us.

That guides us.

That drives us.

It is purpose that defines us.

Purpose that binds us.

We are here because of you, Mr Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us.

Purpose.

Musically Inclined

WTF mate?

Today I woke up with "Fer-ga-li-cious *THUMP*"..."Fer-ga-li-cious *THUMP*" stuck in my head.

I have never listened to this song on purpose, nor incidentally within at least the past month.

Yesterday I woke up with "Monday blah blah blah Tuesday blah blah blah Fuck-you-day I'm in love blah blah whatever" by The Cure.

I have never listened to this song on purpose, nor incidentally within at least the past month.

This sucks.

Am I dreaming with random lyrical memories as the soundtrack?

...wherein some freakish dream required Fergalicious for appropriate mood-setting?

When did that become okay?

Peter Parker is a Bitch

Look.

I'm a fan of movies. I love movies. I'll research upcoming releases, and hit the theaters on opening weekend for something I want to see. I'm also of the strong opinion that one should not negatively review ANY movie for ANY persons who have yet to see it. For example, if I so vehemently point out some glaring error or plot hole, my unfortunate audience will spend their time looking for the flaw and not enjoying the show. A negative prejudice is terrible company at a movie theater.

With that said.

Spiderman 3 sucked.

And although one or two flaws are more prominent than others, my biggest gripe is NOT that the movie is fundamentally problematic at some base level (it's not), I'm just annoyed that the whole 150-minute shenanigan was so, thoroughly, mediocre from the very first minute to the very last.

A more detailed review would require a repeat viewing with special attention to the parts I don't like. This will not happen. I'm on a budget.

But.

I have high hopes for Pirates of the Caribbean 3.