Monthly Archives: August 2008

Me, an Optimist? That’s… Unexpected

It’s been a pretty rough week for your humble blogger — actually it’s been a pretty rough month, not counting a welcome and very enjoyable visit last weekend from Cranky Robert. I’ve had lots of late nights at the office recently, followed by soul-searching train rides home, surrounded by the oddballs who ride public transit after the regular commuters have all gone and wondering just which decisions brought me to this place where I so often feel like I have no life. I don’t even feel like I have much of an online life, anymore — it seems like forever and a day since I wrote anything on this blog that was really worth reading. Or since I’ve done much of anything else that truly matters. Did you know I used to write fiction once, about a thousand years ago in the Before Times? I like to think I was fairly good at it, too…

In any event, this self-pity party is explanation as to why my blogging lately has consisted primarily of memes, lolcats, and girlie pictures, and why you’re getting yet another quiz-thing today instead of something more substantive. And this background may also explain why I found the results of the quiz — which I’ve seen at Puffbird’s, Kisintin’s, and Ilya’s blogs as well — somewhat baffling. I don’t think of myself as much of an optimist even in my happiest moments, which this bleary-eyed morning definitely is not…

Your result for The Perception Personality Image Test…

HBPS – The Optimist

Humanity, Background, Big Picture, and Shape

You perceive the world with particular attention to humanity. You focus on the hidden treasures of life (the background) and how that fits into the larger picture. You are also particularly drawn towards the shapes around you. Because of the value you place on humanity, you tend to seek out other people and get energized by being around others. You like to ponder ideas and imagine the many possibilities of your life without worrying about the details or specifics. You are in tune with all that is around you and understand your life as part of a larger whole. You prefer a structured environment within which to live and you like things to be predictable.

The Perception Personality Types:

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Take The Perception Personality Image Test at HelloQuizzy

What do you folks think? Sound anything like me?

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Great Job, Kid! Don’t Get Cocky…

Shawn Johnson and her pretty smile

It was plenty cool the other night when Michael Phelps landed his eighth Olympic gold medal (with the help of three other guys whose names you probably already can’t remember, the poor slobs), but there was such an air of inevitability around the event that it honestly didn’t feel like much of a triumph, at least not to me. (My lack of engagement might have had something to do with the fact that I was watching the rebroadcast in the wee hours of the morning, but still, I’m trying to make a point here…)

Things were different last night when 16-year-old Shawn Johnson finally won her own gold medal on her last routine in the Beijing Games. I confess, I’ve developed something of a crush on this kid over the past few days. She comes across as confident and cheerful (unlike some of her fellow gymnasts, who sometimes seem as if it’s all they can do to keep their eyes from going all Bruce Banner-y), and gracious to boot (I was very impressed by an interview I heard a day or two back when she seemed perfectly happy with the three silver medals she scored earlier in the week, which the media was of course trying to depict as a crushing tragedy. I believe she said something to the effect of, “the silver ones are actually really pretty,” with no real hint of disappointment over not getting a gold one.) And then there’s that smile… to employ the old cliche, she lights up the whole stadium when she smiles. And she was really grinning last night when the results were announced. It was virtually impossible not to share her happiness and to feel a cathartic sense that, yes, sometimes things do work out the way they’re supposed to.

Now, if only I was 20 years younger so I didn’t feel quite so unseemly about thinking how damn cute she is…

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The Food Tasting Meme

One of the few things The Girlfriend and I ever seriously disagree about is what constitutes an edible meal (and, by extension, what we should have for dinner). She’s — how shall I say this? — very selective with what she will and will not eat, whereas I pride myself on being willing to give just about anything a go. But am I just fooling myself? Am I truly all that adventurous? Let’s find out!

Here’s a meme courtesy of Javi that does a pretty good job of evaluating the adventurousness of one’s previous eating experiences and — more importantly — the items that force you to draw the line:

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The Latest News of the Weird

Catching up on a couple of stories we’ve been following here at Simple Tricks, I see that dog cloner Bernann McKinney admitted on Saturday that she is also Joyce McKinney, the notorious missionary molester. She reportedly hoped the press would focus on the puppy angle instead of dredging up the “garbage” from her past. She should’ve known better, given the tabloid-mentality climate in which we live today. I actually feel somewhat sorry for her — how awful would it be to have some stupid act you committed three decades ago still hanging over your head now? — but my sympathy only extends so far, because if she really wanted the news coverage to ignore her past, she should’ve taken steps to remain anonymous. How hard would it have been to require the cloning lab to keep her name and most especially her photo out of the press release? Because people don’t forget stories that involve a combination of sex, religion, and generally weird behavior, and, in her case, the face was pretty memorable as well. I’d say she’s lucky that Great Britain doesn’t seem to be interested in extraditing her (she jumped bail 31 years ago in the wake of the missionary thing).

Of course, there is the possibility that her discomfort at being recognized is a sham. The article I linked to above notes a history of oddball behavior and run-ins with the law. Maybe some little part of her — or maybe even a big part — craves attention, even if it is from the tabloid press. Maybe she was hoping for exactly what just happened. Hard to say, of course… but in any event, I imagine the former missionary she used to be obsessed with has had a rough week.

Moving on, there’s just one final loose end in the story of the man who was making ricin in my hometown: Thomas Tholen, owner of the Riverton, Utah, home where the toxin was produced, has pleaded guilty to knowing that his cousin, Roger Von Bergendorff, was illegally producing the stuff, and also to lying to investigators about it. He claims to have been scared, and frankly I don’t blame him. Still, he made the wrong choice; I can see him not acting while the looney was living in his basement, but why didn’t he report Von Bergendorff once the guy moved out?

Tholen faces three years in prison and a $250,000 fine; he’ll be sentenced on October 22. Von Bergendorff will be sentenced two weeks later, on November 3.

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Movies from Books Meme

I’ve missed out on a lot of intriguing memes lately because I haven’t had the time to comment on lengthy lists of stuff, so when I spotted a fairly short one over at SF Signal, I figured I’d better grab it. It’s about sci-fi movies based on books…

[Update: Looks like I was having a moment of extreme dumbness when when I posted this last night — instead of doing as the third rule asks and italicizing only the movie titles for which which I started the book but didn’t finish it, I italicized all of the titles. Because they’re titles and you’re supposed to italicize those. Doh! Anyway, they’re fixed now, if it matters to anyone…]

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My Favorite Photo of the Day

Everybody in the blogosphere is buzzing today about that mildly risque photo of President Bush trying to decide whether to accept Olympic volleyball player Misty May-Treanor’s invitation to smack her on the tushy for good luck, but personally I was far more amused by this pic:

Bush looks on

You know, I think this is the first time I’ve ever felt any sense of empathy whatsoever for this man… yep, George, I know how it is. We’re both guys, after all…

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Maybe There’s Still Hope for the Dang Kids…

You know, every time I’m close to despair over the fact that all the pop culture I loved in my youth is now being remade, re-imagined, mashed-up, or just plain forgotten, and that nothing really ever seems to stand the test of time, least of all the crap I like, I’ll hear an anecdote that restores my faith, however briefly, that all is not lost…

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The Rules are Simple…

Just for fun, here’s the prologue from Escape from New York, which explains the premise behind the film:

As I said in the previous entry, this was pretty mind-bending stuff when I was a wee lad. It still raises the hair on my arms, to be honest. It’s perfectly executed, with its combination of groovy early-80s synth music, imitation computer graphics (hand-drawn animation, I believe), and the perfect female voiceover artist… not to mention the tongue-in-cheek irony of “Liberty Island Security Control.” It’s a bloody shame Hollywood has forgotten how to make solidly entertaining B-grade fare like this, which was well aware of its basic silliness but still managed to somehow be thought-provoking and cool, unlike most of the A-level spectaculars we get nowadays.

But then I’m well on my way to grumpy-old-manhood, and I suppose this is just another case of getting uptight at the damn kids playing on my lawn…

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In Memoriam: Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes

There were a couple of unexpected celebrity deaths over the weekend, if you haven’t heard.

The first was Bernie Mac, the comedian and actor whose humor often stemmed from the combination of his intimidating stature with a lovable heart within. I don’t have too much to say about him, except that I enjoyed his performances in Ocean’s 11 and Bad Santa, as well as his eponymous television sitcom. That show was only occasional, not regular, viewing at my house, but I admired it for transcending race (unlike many other sitcoms that were on at the same time and featured African-American casts) and being refreshingly un-P.C. Not to mention pretty damn funny at times. Bernie was one of those guys that simply made me smile when he turned up in something I was watching. He died Saturday at the far-too-young age of 50.

While Bernie’s death saddened me, I was genuinely stunned to hear that singer, actor, and all-round-force-of-cool Isaac Hayes had died Sunday, after being found unconscious alongside a treadmill at his home. (Heart attack while working out, perhaps?) The various tributes to him all mention his work as a songwriter and pioneer of the funk sound of the early ’70s, and of course his most famous song, the wacka-liciously awesome “Theme from Shaft“; his more recent work as the voice of South Park‘s Chef gets name-checked as well. But when I think of Hayes, I tend to think first of his role as The Duke of New York (he’s A-Number One!) in one of the greatest B-grade sci-fi action flicks of all time, John Carpenter’s Escape from New York. Here he is in all his glory with Harry Dean Stanton and Adrienne Barbeau (who’s also displaying all her glory, if you take my meaning):

The Duke of New York, Brain, and Maggie in Escape from New York

I first saw Escape from New York on one of those RCA videodiscs, those things that were like movies on vinyl records, while sitting in the television section of the local appliance store where my mom worked part-time when I was a kid. The movie’s premise was pretty mind-blowing to a small-town Utah kid in the early ’80s — if you haven’t seen it, it’s set in a dystopian near-future where the crime rate has gotten so bad, the authorities wall off Manhattan Island and turn it into a prison where the prisoners can do anything they want, so long as they don’t try to leave. Hayes’ Duke was essentially a third-world warlord, the strongest of the riffraff, and he cracked me up with his quasi-military outfit and his Cadillac with chandeliers mounted on the front fenders. To this day, that remains my mental archetype of low-rent decadence.

According to Hayes’ LA Times obit, he’d just finished a movie called Soul Men with that other terminally cool, shaved-headed African-American Samuel L. Jackson, and, oddly enough, the late Bernie Mac. He was only days shy of his 66th birthday…

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