It was largely a poorly thought-out and executed "cop gets revenge on partner's killer" movie, interspersed with some soft-core lesbian action between the main character's daughter and his wife's friend. Yeah. Apparently that, and their club-going scene THAT DID NOTHING TO ADVANCE THE PLOT OF A 1.5 HOUR MOVIE deserved roughly 15 minutes of attention. Of course, given the quality of the *rest* of the movie (including a ham-fisted performance by the bad guy's girlfriend trying to act like 'psycho chick' but coming off as 'girl trying to act tough to impress her college soccer coach'), well... it's safe to say that the whole girl-girl thing was probably the higher-quality part of the flick. And even that was just so wooden that they might as well have saved budget and put in mannequins.
It's seriously, honestly, every craptastic trope you could think of.
You have to see it.
My question is- how can someone point to it, say "it's the Democrat's fault" when it was largely voted on along party lines? The bill was even put up by Republicans. Historically, haven't Republicans been for deregulation anyhow? Isn't that largely the cause of our woes now?
It beats thinking that I just had my patriotism and love of country brought into question by someone I respect.
Also? VOTER FRAUD/DISENFRANCHISEMENT, IN ALL FORMS, SHOULD BE CONSIDERED TREASON.
The gym itself was good- treadmill, some free weights and ab work in. They took away the incline bench, so it's all floor work now (which I guess is okay, as I hear it's bad for your knees). Planks, and crunches. Got some odd friction happening on the arch of both feet while running, so cut it a little short- didn't want to be dealing with blisters. I think I need new shoes- same thing was happening last couple of times, in the same spots, while running outside (as opposed to treadmill). I can only imagine it means the shoe has warped/lost support.
The weekend was alright- a couple of friends put together a kid's Halloween party for their little brothers/sister and their friends, and we went to help out. Nice to see them again, and the kids seemed to have fun. Some surprisingly inventive costumes there, too. The missus had a lesson in our bible study class; I gave the devotion- and realize I have my class to give in February. No biggie. Played some Lego Star Wars and Far Cry 2 on the Xbox, and that's about it- other than, y'know, cleaning up/doing laundry.
Nothing really super exciting. But I've come to some conclusions; maybe 'resolutions' is more accurate, I don't know. I have a couple of friends who ran the marathon this weekend; I'd LOVE to do that next year. So, training is on my list. And my No Excuses clause means: to the gym M/W/F, with weekend work as needed. No Excuses.
Been considering going back to school (again) for an IT degree or certificate, to help 'hedge my bets' in the job market. If I go that route, I'd enjoy IT security, or something related to enforcement of laws around cybercrimes. I don't expect I"ll be losing my job anytime soon, but one can't be too careful- my wife's already been told that furloughs are coming their way. Anyways- anybody know anything about that "Computertraining.com", or "Computer Learning Center"? Are they all they're cracked up to be? I hear them on the radio often enough...
Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well.
Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working.
Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.
Anyways... firefight erupts. I'm behind a statue, leaning around to the right, and peering over iron sights. I see muzzle flash, small tufts of grit peppering the ground near my fire teammates, who have found cover behind a car. I give myself a second, to bring the 16 to bear... and pull the trigger, for the first time ever in combat. I check on my teammates- a boy has wandered into the crossfire, crying the universal cry of a lost child. I tell the fireteam to pin them down, and charge from cover, wrapping the boy up in my arms, dragging him with me as he fights against the strange man with the gun. He doesn't understand, and I don't have time or capacity to explain it to him as the ground starts popping again. I slide around to my original cover, hugging him close as he scrabbles and wails. My helmet chunks against the concrete block as I scoot up against it, pulling my legs in.
I look around, see his mother- it has to be his mother, for she has the wailing arms, the expression of terror when a parent knows their child is in mortal danger. She is far away, but I see her- and see the ground between us offers only marginal cover at best. A fellow Marine bumps against me as he risks changing position to get a better field of fire.
My rifle slings snugly over the bulletproof vest with the ballistic plates, barrel down like they taught us. I take a knee and peer between the carvings of the statue, to see our opponents' lane of fire. They are split, between us and my other teammates behind the car. We have no grendades for the 203, limited ammo for the SAW, and a good while before a refit. The boy has stuffed his hands in his mouth, fear having nullified his gross motor skills. I unholster the Beretta, check the safety, and turn, finding the mother again, now being pulled from the street by what I assume is a relative trying to get her to safety- they know how firefights go here.
My right arm is raised, shoulder pushed slightly back as I supress the recoil of two rounds plinking against concrete. The ground around me imitates popcorn, and I slide roughly behind sandbags from an old checkpoint- most of them had been taken since its placement. In the back of my mind, I know there will be abrasions, and make note to clean the wounds later. The boy is under me, and I ease back on one arm when I hear his cries being muffled. My fireteam gets the attention of the riflemen, and I bolt again, this time, boy carried in both arms like a flag. The mother breaks free from her relative, and meets me halfway. Sputtering clouds grow closer to my feet, and I grab mother and child, pushing them to the ground to crouch in in front of me. Something slices my left shoulder; the plate on my back thuds harshly and I hear it crack just so as I'm kicked by a 7.62mm horse, the wind knocked out of me. I push them into an alcove nearby, getting them out of the line of fire. I signal to them to wait, using the only Arabic I know. I wait... the peppering is searching, looking for me, but gives up hope as its master's attention is grabbed again by my Marines. I push them to go, the mother hesitates, as if unsure of what to say to this... American. I nod, and point for them to go. They run. The M16A2 unslings into my hands so smoothly from practice that I muse that it's more akin to telekinesis than anything else. My arm slips in to the sling, tightening around and putting the butt into my right shoulder. My left shoulder aches, and I know there is blood. I do not care. I peer down the sights. I wonder, if I live through this, what I will tell my friends back home. Every Marine is a rifleman.
And I am a Marine.
I got this from cuteoverload, but it bears repeating...
When hurricane Hannah separated two ultra-prosh white tigers from their mother, Anjana came to the ResQte. Anjana, a chimp at TIGERS in South Carolina, became surrogate mom and playmate to the cubs, even helping with bottle feeding, according to The Sun (and don't miss the slideshow). But here's the truly amazing part: Anjana does this all the time, having raised leopard and lion cubs.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, fictional memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be fake.
When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
(Yoinked from anaka )
We all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.
Then post this in your LJ if you like and find out what people don't know about you!
(Yoinked from berkanna )
What's funny is I had only just opened my Facebook account a few days prior, and I happened to get the word through a buddy of mine on there.
Given the state of the market, and our drive to 'get our house in order' financially, it's unlikely I'll be getting any new stuff for a while. To sate myself, I'll either be trading on sites like Goozex.com (recommended), or renting via GameFly.
I love me some Goozex, though- you send in games and get credit, and use that credit to 'buy' games. The market provides for, I think, a MUCH fairer ROI for used games than Gamestop does. I have Oblivion GOTY Edition (360) coming to me, in fact... and it's how I got ahold of almost all of my 360 games (Halo 3 for $20 after rebate, and GTA4 free after trade-in notwithstanding)- by trading games I already owned.
That said... there's a slew of games coming out that interest me.... and yes, this is much like my post from a month or so ago. :)
Saint's Row 2 (hearing good things here- a GTA4 killer, perhaps?)
Splinter Cell: Conviction
Star Wars: Force Unleashed (on my queue to rent already)
Fight Night Round 4
Rock Band 2 (of course, we'd need instruments)
Red Faction 3
Armored Core: Answer
Mirror's Edge (parkour!)
Far Cry 2 (the trailer looks beautiful)
Bionic Commando (not the XBLA Rearmed title)
Tenchu: Shadow Assault
Spider Man: Web of Shadows
Star Wars Clone Wars: Lightsaber Duels
Murasama: Demon Blade