January 2007
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Awesome Movie Review: Goyôkiba: Kamisori Hanzô jigoku zeme
How long did it take me to realize that Hanzo the Razor: Sword of Justice would be a totally rockin’ flick? About 15 seconds. From the opening credits, with its funky 70’s score and a split-screen montage of Shintarô Katsu strutting his badass samurai stuff, I knew this movie could do no wrong. What I did not realize in those first 15 seconds, however, was that I was about to watch a movie that could easily be described as a bizarre and fucked-up samurai version of 24.
Bill Laimbeer: Usability Pioneer?
By now all of you have probably heard about the fancy new iPhone, which apparently will feature only one button and use a touch screen for everything else. Apple really seems hardcore about reducing the number buttons in their products. The iPod’s click-wheel is nifty and everything, but I actually enjoy all the buttons on my iriver player. I can toggle shuffle mode and switch between MP3s and FM radio, all without having to look down at a screen. That’s pretty handy, if you ask me. But Apple doesn’t seem to think so.
I Love Lucy
Holy crap, that was a good Cowboys-Seahawks game. A playoff win is always made better when it comes in game filled with mistakes, insanely lucky breaks and cowardly defensive play-calling. And the icing on the proverbial cake? Tony Romo, the man who gets verbally dry-humped by announcers every damn week, no matter how poorly he and his team are playing, lost the game for the Cowboys. Apparently, while Romo was off training with wisest of monks in the remote mountains of Tibet, forging himself into a rarefied combination of Brett Favre, Micheal Vick and Dean Martin, he forgot to master the fundamentals of the game, like catching a ball and placing on the ground for the kicker.
Poolside Book Review: Publication Manual of the American Psychological Association
As you may or may not know, next week marks my triumphant return to graduate studies. I’m going back to school for a simple, noble cause: to eventually get bored, drop out and become a three-time graduate school dropout. The threepeat is rarely attained, but I think I’ve got a pretty good shot. Naturally, my last few weeks have been filled with preparation. I’ve reordered cable television, so I have more reasons to procrastinate. I grew a quality graduate school scruffy beard, although I shaved it off earlier today, a process which took a lot longer than I thought it would. I even asked Santa for a stylish tweed jacket with leather patches on the elbows. I didn’t get one at Christmas, but there’s always hope that someone will get me one for Pandepoenium. And I also dropped a couple hundred dollars on books, including the Publication Manual of the American Psychological Association (5th Edition).
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