In Need of God-smack

Priest to hold nun beauty pageant.

Are you frelling kidding me? Is poor image truly the worse fate that could befall a woman? Do you really think posters of hot nuns will win converts and improve public opinion? Would you really want those types of people converting to your religion anyway? Ridiculous.

Great idea, sisters. I’m sure the thousands of women worldwide who are suffering without clean drinking water, food, sanitation, housing, healthcare and childcare are simply beside themselves anticipating which nun will win.

Weekend Wonders

In a flurry of happenings this weekend, I didn’t get a chance to post about Saturday. I finally saw the Indianapolis Zoo, which was quite enjoyable. Tim and I were there when the gates opened, so we had the run of the place. We encountered some quirky emus. One seemed to think that a map dropped into his enclosure was especially tasty. Mmm… high gloss finish… They followed us around but I think the emus caught a whiff of the color print on my person and were too busy coveting the map I was carrying to take any real interest in Tim or I. The emus had personality but I think the lemurs were my favorite. I love the way they move.

The gardens were beautiful. It’s not hard to get inspired in a place like this. I particularly liked the knot gardens. How cool would it be to reproduce a knot from the Book of Kells in plant form? The butterfly exhibit was… relaxing. Note to self: near the bench in the future garden I will have, plant butterfly-attracting flowers.

Tim and I had time to kill before seeing Video Games Live in the evening so we grabbed some lunch and then caught an early afternoon screening of Star Wars: The Clone Wars (hey, this was geek-out day and we sure as hell weren’t seeing Tropic Thunder). Clone Wars was a decent way to pass an afternoon. I did have a few nit-picky qualms. The pacing was a bit sluggish at times and Genndy Tartakovsky‘s animation was sorely missed (judging from the names appearing in the credits, most of the animation was done overseas). I was also a bit irritated with the screenwriting in places. A ‘younger’ target audience does not necessitate dumbed-down dialogue. Kids are sharp; they’ll get it. Please spare the other 85% of the audience who are over 16 years of age. End rant.

We killed some time in the Circle Center Mall and enjoyed seeing cosplayers who were out in force for GenCon. We ate dinner and then sat at the fountain and ranted about the Twilight series before queuing up for VGL at the Hilbert Circle Theatre. VGL was awesome. They encored “One Winged Angel” and “Castlevania.” Le sigh.

Sunday I dragged Russ out to AT&T to get a wireless plan. We’re going to be getting rid of our landline and switching to dry-loop DSL. Unfortunately, AT&T policy dictates canceling our current landline and DSL service and then signing up for the dry-loop (they won’t process an order for dry-loop if they see a landline on the account). Translation: up to a week without DSL. This makes me hurt but there’s no way around it. In the end, it’ll be worth it. We’ll being paying about the same, if not less, AND I finally have a mobile. There are a few unforeseen exciting things to try out as a result of this new development too, like Blogger Mobile.

LISTENING: nothing. My ipod is in hiding- and just when I finally broke down and bought a few DCI show audios too. No Samurai. No Finis. Woe.

Photos courtesy of Tim Johnson.

Shitty Art Makes Headlines

This recently came to my attention:

A Swiss museum is counting the cost of having crap art, after a giant inflatable dog turd the size of a house broke free from its moorings in high winds.

The massive poo, an artwork by American Paul McCarthy, left a trail of destruction in its wake as it blew away, bringing down a powerline before eventually landing on a nearby children’s home, where it broke a window.

Ha. Ha hah. There are times when I think I’m not creative, I have no original thoughts. And then I read something like this and I reconsider. I could take a dump on a museum floor and hang a sign that says “Life” and behold! Art. All I have to do is bullshit everyone else into believing it’s art (a degree in English literature grooms fine BSers).

LISTENING: “Mieleni Alenevi” Varttina

Your Corp Just Melted My Brain

And this happened over and over and over again.

From the bottom of the pack to Phantom, I enjoyed all of the shows. I loved Madison Scouts’ musical selection and really enjoyed Boston Crusader’s show, Neocosmos. I loved that the Blue Coats sustained the “On the Waterfront” theme throughout their show, The Knockout. There were some concepts that really stood out, like the Glassmen’s Kar-nev-al (great job by the guard!) and the Blue Stars’ cycling theme. And then there was pure sensory overload: my Cavies (Samurai), Crown (Finis) and Phantom (Spartacus). The Blue Devils were flawless but their show concept wasn’t as immediately likable.

Tim and I were 7 rows up on the 40, so we had great seats for watching pit (which was useful when trying to figure out all of the instruments the Cavies were using in Samurai). I took note of a curious seating dynamic. When I saw the World Class Finals in 2000 (the year of the Cavie-Cadet tie), the cheap seats I sat in were WAY rowdier. There was a greater modicum of dignity in the more expensive seats- everyone still got into the performances, but there was less random shouting, commenting, etc., and fans always waited until the end of a show to give a standing ovation (which was done for every competing corp).

Another similarity on a more personal level: tension headaches. Apparently, DCI Finals induce head trauma in Jen-types. Although, I think skipping a meal (stadium food probably can’t even be called food at all) is probably just as much the culprit as the mind-melting Crown hornline.

Highlights:

  • Marine Corp playing “Malaguena”
  • Phantom’s ‘slain’ drum major being dragged ‘dead’ to his place in the retreat and shrouded; he showed a remarkable recovery when scores and awards were announced though!
  • Crown guard, in character even during retreat, conducting the wave in the stands
  • Pit members in the cages are always the biggest hams- a show of its own

I can’t get the music from Samurai out of my head.

I finished Breaking Dawn on Wednesday; days later, I still don’t know what to think about it. I’m conflicted. I look forward to Sara finishing it, so that I have someone to discuss it with.

On a brighter note- WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS TONIGHT!

Sleep Break

I got 500 pages into Breaking Dawn before going to bed last night. So far… sigh. I suppose I can’t make a full assessment until I’m through. Even then, I’m not sure I want to post it here for awhile, since there are probably a lot of people who don’t want anything spoiled for them and it will be impossible to discuss without revealing the entire plot.

Delirium, Cacophonously Induced

Apparently, the changes Phantom Regiment made to their show were well received by judges (and from all accounts, by the fans too). Current standings (bound to change) list the top 5 as: PR, Blue Devils, The Cavaliers, Carolina Crown and The Cadets.

When thinking about posting this morning at the bus stop, I began to amuse myself by composing alternate acronym meanings for DCI, including the following:

  • Drill Creatively Inspired
  • Drums Cause Incapacitation
  • Drop-spins Cure Impotence
  • Dominating Cardinal Intonation
  • Deflowering Corp Insecurities
  • Danger: CROWN/CAVIES Incoming!

In other news, I spent some more of the money remaining on my iTunes gift card. Recent purchases include:

  • Theresa Andersson “Accustomed to the Dark” (I’ll probably be getting her new EP soon, partially, because of this)
  • Eddi Reader “Please Don’t Ask Me to Dance” and “Mary and the Soldier” (the later I now associated with Alice and Jasper, probably because I just spent a week and a half re-reading Meyer’s series).

Both ladies have incredibly rich voices and Theresa plays a pretty wicked fiddle.

I got zero writing done this weekend but I did do some more background reading. I guess I forgot and/or didn’t realize how obsessed ancient Egyptians were with cleanliness, a fact that probably won’t have any affect on what I’m writing but interesting nonetheless. Originally, I was reading for information on burial and afterlife but I suppose I can’t fully comprehend a society’s philosophy about death and the afterlife until I know something about that society’s philosophy on life. There is a lot of discussion about purity, in all aspects of life. Sigh. Still not sure if/how this fits into my project, but the knowledge is sticking with me for a reason…

On the reading front, I’m almost done Far from the Madding Crowd and I’m pretty confident I can finish Hardy while waiting for Breaking Dawn to appear in my mailbox in a day or two. Hopefully, it will materialize before the entire novel is revealed to me by raving, rabid fans.