Let’s do the time warp again…

Oh, how I wish this were true…

The 4th floor elevator door is temporally broken.

I would so love living in a building when after riding the elevator to the 4th floor, you got off and asked, not where you were, but when you were.

Unfortunately, I’m afraid it’s nothing more than an amusing typo.

iTunes: “Lullaby (Extended)” by Cure, The from the album Mixed Up (1989, 7:45).

Schwarzkopf avoids endorsing Bush

Four years ago, retired Gen. Norman Schwarzkopf enthusiastically endorsed George W. Bush in his presidential bid.

“… Recalling back to Operation Desert Storm, I can’t help asking myself: Wouldn’t it be great for our armed forces and for America if we could have another commander-in-chief named George Bush with Dick Cheney on his team?” Schwarzkopf said.

This year, however, “Stormin'” Norman appears to be singing a different tune. On Tuesday’s Hardball television show, host Chris Matthews tried to sound out who Schwarzkopf would be voting for.

MATTHEWS:  Who are you voting for?

(LAUGHTER)

SCHWARZKOPF:  I’ve—you know, I’ve…

MATTHEWS:  Boy, would I love to know!

SCHWARZKOPF:  I’ve always told you…

MATTHEWS:  I’d love to know.

SCHWARZKOPF:  I’ve always told you I’m an independent.

MATTHEWS:  But you got to vote, you know?  Is it going to be for Bush, Kerry, or Nader.  I don’t think it’s Nader, so how about one of the other two?

SCHWARZKOPF:  What’s wrong with Nader?  You don’t like Nader?

MATTHEWS:  I’m just—I don’t think he’s your man.  I’m just—I’m trying to probe here, General.  I’m just probing.  No comment?

SCHWARZKOPF:  Let me put it this way.  You know, I’ll know exactly who I’m voting for the day I pull the lever on that machine…or push the buttons, whatever it happens to be.

Okay, sure, it’s not exactly an endorsement for Kerry (or even Nader), either, but there’s definitely not the cheerleading for Bush that was going on during the 2000 presidential race.

If word does come out that Schwarzkopf’s vote really is going for someone other than Bush, that could probably give a good many people pause.

(via Atrios via Al Rodgers)

iTunes: “Is There Anybody Out There?” by Pink Floyd from the album Wall, The (1979, 2:39).

Preaching to the Choir

Cambridge, OH:

On Saturday morning, I went to Cambridge with a friend. Wanting to see the President, but not wanting to be seen as supporting his policies, I wore a Kerry/Edwards T-shirt. […] As I approached the security area, one low-level security person asked me to turn my shirt inside out. As I said, I was only there to hear the President, and so I complied. When I got to the main security area, however, the same man came up to me again, told me he had checked with his superiors, and that I would not be allowed into the event with the Kerry/Edwards T-shirt.

Traverse City, MI:

…Bush campaign staffers tore up the 55-year-old social studies teacher’s ticket and refused her admission because she sported a small sticker on her blouse that touted the Democratic ticket of John Kerry and John Edwards.

Rio Rancho, NM:

Last week, some Democrats who signed up to hear Vice President Dick Cheney speak Saturday in this town near Albuquerque were refused tickets unless they signed a pledge to endorse President Bush.

Tampa, FL:

The reports and interviews by the St. Petersburg Times suggest it was the volunteers who first demanded the three protesters surrender their small signs, which derided George W. Bush and brought attention to Gay Pride Month. Summoned to the scene, police charged the protesters with trespassing when they refused to give up the signs or to leave. Volunteers at the Legends Field event say they were just following orders given by event organizers that prohibited signs on the field. But video footage obtained by the Times appears to show the rule was selectively enforced. Even as the disturbance unfolded, numerous crowd members were allowed to wave pro-Bush signs, some handmade, some professionally printed.

More of Bush and company applying his ridiculously nearsighted “if you’re not with us, you’re against us” policy to his own constituents. It’s very clear now: if you’re not a raving fan, you have no business being anywhere near the President of the United States.

(via BOP)

iTunes: “Never Enough (Big)” by Cure, The from the album Mixed Up (1990, 6:07).

Just stop already!

Okay, okay, okay.

I’m a fan of the Nightmare on Elm Street series (conditionally — films one, three, and seven are good, the others range from just silly to downright bad).

I’ve only seen the first of the Friday the Thirteenth series, and I enjoyed it (though my only jump was right at the end).

I was even pleasantly surprised by the Freddy vs. Jason crossover film — it was silly and dumb, but very enjoyably so, and not nearly as bad as I’d expected it to be.

I’m also a big fan of Sam Raimi’s Evil Dead series.

But come on people.

Freddy vs. Jason…vs. Ash?!?!?

This is just ridiculous — and not a good kind of ridiculous.

If this actually gets made, I just hope they all die. No resurrections. No sequels. There obviously isn’t anything more that can actually be done with any of the characters that actually involves any amount of creativity, so just let them die already.

Ugh.

(via Ryan)

iTunes: “Swim” by Spahn Ranch from the album Virgin Voices: A Tribute to Madonna Vol. 1 (1999, 4:36).

Costco Caskets?

This is just silly: in case you’re looking to save a few bucks while shopping for the latest death in the family, you can now pick up coffins at Costco.

No word in the article on whether you get a discount while buying in bulk (handy for the up-and-coming serial killer, I’m sure).

As Prairie asked, can you get any more white trash than this? Me, I’d love to see a shopping list with “coffin for Grandma” sandwiched in between a case of WD-40 and bulk order of breakfast cereal for the kids.

Either that, or just go in and shop for a casket and a bundle of wooden (tent) stakes.

iTunes: “Genocide (Original)” by Euphoria from the album Best of Rave, The Vol. 3 (1992, 4:20).

M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village

A few weeks ago, Prairie and I went out to see M. Night Shyamalan‘s latest, The Village. I’ve been holding off on writing about it for a bit, as I wanted to let it rumble around in my head for a bit — I knew what my first impression was, but as I’ve had something of an on-again, off-again opinion of Shyamalan’s films, I didn’t want to rush into a review fresh after seeing the film.

(Honestly, I don’t know how professional film reviewers do it. When I go into a film for the first time, I tend to turn my brain off, letting myself sink into the world the film creates, not bothering to pick it apart or watch for inconsistencies. Most of the time, this works pretty well, and I thoroughly enjoy myself while watching the movie — and, as a consequence, I’ve come out of some royal stinkers thinking that they were pretty darn fun right off the bat. Once I’ve had a few hours or days to actually process what I’d watched, I’ll start re-evaluating on a more critical level. But right after that first viewing? It’s probably not best to trust my first impressions…)

However, after turning it over in my head for a while, and discussing it with Prairie and her sister this weekend, I’m pretty sure that I can stand by my first impression — The Village is by far my favorite of Shyamalan’s films.

Probably the primary thing that Shyamalan has become famous for is the “twist” in his films — the final revelation that either helps to explain what’s been happening in the film (The Sixth Sense) or simply wraps everything up in a less-than-expected manner (Signs) — Unbreakable fell somewhere in between, from what I remember.

The strength of The Village is that unlike his prior films, where the story sometimes seemed to exist solely as an excuse to get to the final revelation, it instead focuses far more on the situations and interactions of the characters in the body of the film. When the film’s “secret” is finally revealed, I wasn’t surprised in the least — I had been fairly sure of the gimmick for a good portion of the movie by this point — but in a pleasant contrast to his earlier films, this didn’t lessen my appreciation of the film at all. Where the prior films in Shyamalan’s oeuvre all walked us step-by-step to the inevitable (in retrospect) ending, The Village could have existed quite well as a character study if the gimmick was known beforehand.

As the movie’s been out for a while, I’m going to go ahead and continue rambling — if you haven’t seen it yet, you may want to avoid the rest of this post. Here, of course, the gimmick is that what’s been presented as a mid-1800’s Quaker-ish society is in actuality a modern community, living an isolated existence on a private sanctuary, presented to the outside world as a wildlife preserve. Only the village elders know of the outside modern world, and they use a combination of boogyman stories and frightening costumes to keep the younger members of the community from straying into the woods and discovering the world outside the sanctuary’s walls.

As I mentioned earlier, the final revelation wasn’t a surprise for me at all. I’d had an odd feeling throughout the film that there was something “off” about the community, and I’d become fairly certain that we weren’t actually dealing with the pre-technological world that was being presented to us. Prairie and I spent some time discussing what it was that tipped us off, and we both think that it was the use of language that did it. All of the dialogue felt a little stilted, especially when any of the village elders were speaking, as if there was a little too much conscious thought behind their conversation — as if they weren’t entirely comfortable speaking as they were (slightly odd phrasing, and a very noticeable lack of any contractions at all).

To some, this may have come off as stiff acting, and I really can’t argue with that conclusion at all. However, it’s my feeling that it wasn’t the actors who were stiff, but that it was the characters — that one of the decisions made when the community was first established was to revert to a perceived earlier usage of the English language. As the founding members already had many years of “normal”, 60’s- and 70’s- era English usage behind them, they weren’t able to ever entirely familiarize themselves with the more formal usage they adopted. The younger members of the community, having grown up with this usage, were more comfortable with the speech patterns, and didn’t show the same slight hesitation in their conversation.

What was far more interesting to me, though, and the reason that I enjoyed the film as much as I did, was the interactions between the elders as their carefully constructed Utopia starts to crack. They had set up their community in an effort to escape the evils that they had dealt with in their prior lives — the abuses, violence, and murders of the modern world — but evil is never so easily escaped. Just as the eternal optimist will point out that no matter how bad, everyone has the potential to do good with their life, the opposite is also true: we all have the potential to do evil, be it to ourselves or to others. While the community in The Village managed to avoid the heartache of violence for a time, it was bound to reappear eventually.

As often happens, of course, the very technique that the elders devised to keep their village isolated — the fictitious dangerous creatures in the woods beyond the village’s borders — was a key part of the eventual threat to their adopted way of life. In creating their private Utopia free of any internal evil, they enforced their edict to stay within the village’s borders by creating an external evil. With the same hubris that haunts so many of mankind’s attempts to mold the universe to an ideal, they assumed that they could control this evil — after all, at its heart it was no more than scary bedtime stories and a few frightening-looking costumes.

The borders between an imaginary evil and an actual evil are often far more permeable than is comfortable to admit, however, and by introducing that concept into the community — no matter how safely they thought they did so — it was inevitable that eventually, something would happen to cause those borders to start slipping away. Within the context of the film, it was the jealous love of a mentally disabled member of the community, spurred on by his discovery of one of the creature costumes hidden underneath the floorboards of one of the buildings. Had that not been the situation, however, at some point some other situation would have arisen to threaten the stability of the village. To attempt to create an environment free of evil is a worthy enough endeavor — but to then introduce the very concept of evil as a controlling factor makes the experiment nothing more than extremely foolish idealism at best.

I was impressed that when push came to shove, it was the founder of the community who finally made the decision to risk the community’s exposure by allowing his daughter to travel through the woods to seek help (a risk admittedly tempered by her blindness — but a risk none the less). All too often, the creators of such schemes are shown to be so wrapped up in the idealism of their creation that they steadfastly refuse to entertain any idea that might risk toppling the house of cards they’ve so carefully assembled. Instead, while the rest of the village elders continued to hem and haw, afraid to face the possibility of contact with the world they had left behind, the very man who’d brought them all together and enabled them to create their own private little world was willing and able to put his love for his daughter and his family above his ideals.

All in all, I’m quite impressed with Shyamalan’s work in The Village. Here’s hoping that he’s learned that a movie that exists solely to set up a gag may be enjoyable once or twice, but one that has an actual story to tell beyond the gag will be far more satisfying all around.

iTunes: “We Are Back” by LFO from the album Best of Rave, The Vol. 1 (1991, 4:48).

Whoever Wins…We Lose

No, I haven’t seen it yet, but it appears that as much as I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, it has: Alien vs. Predator is a dud.

Surprised? Not in the least. Disappointed, though — there was a lot of potential here.

Too bad that when they came up with the “Whoever wins, we lose,” tagline, they were apparently referring to the fans.

iTunes: “House on Fire” by Arkarna from the album Dr. Martens Music Sampler (1997, 3:25).

Hurricane Charlie

My mom’s parents, Harold and Arlene Ward, live in a nursing home in Fort Meyers, Florida — currently hurricane central.

Category 4 Hurricane Charley is working its way toward Orlando and Daytona Beach after whipping through west-central Florida on Friday, and its 145 mph winds and 10-foot wall of water is causing many people to evacuate.

There are reports of damage in Cape Coral, Sanibel Island and North Fort Myers.

[…]

Max Mayfield, director of the National Hurricane Center in Miami, said Hurricane Charley may be providing “the nightmare scenario that we’ve been talking about for years,” adding it’s “going to be bad — real bad.”

[…]

Charley made landfall at 3:45 p.m. EDT on the barrier islands between Fort Myers and Punta Gorda, and about 160 miles southeast of the Tampa Bay area that includes Tampa and St. Petersburg. On Fort Myers Beach, sea water swamped the barrier island. A hotel operator described her resort as “going under.” She and her husband braced themselves, along with six hotel employees, in the center of the Pink Shell Beach Resort.

Almost 2 million tourists and residents were told to evacuate.

Yesterday, Mom forwarded on an e-mail from her Aunt Roberta (Grandma’s sister, if I’m remembering the family tree correctly…if not, mom or dad can correct me)…

About l0:00 o’clock Arline called and asked I e-mail you to let you know they have been told they will probably –even today–have to go to the hurricane shelter. They do not know too many particulars except they will be looked after and helped whenever they need attention. They were told to take clothes for two days. As you can guess Arline isnot too thrilled with the idea! Gotta go. Roberta

Prayers, kind thoughts, or good mojo of whatever sort are, of course, appreciated.

More Hurricane Charlie news.

Another e-mail from mom that I just found in my inbox:

I just called and Mom & Dad must still be in the garage/shelter (It’s 8:25 there now). I left a message for them.

From the satellite photos and news articles it appears that the brunt of the storm hit Port Charlotte, a community about 35 miles north of Ft. Myers. All reports stated, though, that storm winds cut a swathe extending 35-40 miles on each side of the eye.

I’ll keep my eye on the progress and post again before I go to bed for the night.

I’ll check my e-mail again before I head out of work tonight.

Unfortunately, after that I won’t be able to check back in until sometime Monday (at the latest), as Prairie and I are heading down to Woodland to visit her mom and sister and jaunt across the river to Portland to visit OMSI. I’ll see if I can grab a moment at a computer to check in at some point, though.

In the meantime, have a good weekend, everyone.

Update: G-and-G are back at Shell Point Village, safe and (mostly) sound. Here’s Mom again…

I just got off the phone with Mom. Hooray! The storm watch in the shelter is over. They got home about 9:00 pm Friday.

The hurricane made landfall at Port Charlotte, about 35 miles north of Ft. Myers, which was a bit of a surprise since the weather folks had said for hours and hours that it would hit at Ft. Myers.

The saga:

They were awakened at midnight (Thurs – Fri) and told to be ready to go at 2 a.m. It took another hour before it was their turn, so they left about 3 a.m. with their pillows and blankets. They rode a bus. Mom was worried about getting in and out, but since she’s home again, she must have been able to do so.

The shelter is a parking garage when not in use as a hurricane shelter. She said there was no feeling of being in a storm at all. The overriding feeling was of being in such a crowd of people. The cots were set up with barely room to walk between the rows. They had three meals served Friday. Mom lauded the planning and organization of the whole transfer and assistance while in the shelter.

The first worry was getting into the bus. The second worry was getting to & from whatever the bathroom facilities were. Mom seems also to have negotiated through that problem.

Dad, though, didn’t do as well. He fell [a couple of times, and when they got back home, was] taken to the Pavilion (the hospital). The nursing staff speculated the fall was a result of dehydration. Mom can’t maneuver sufficiently to have gone to the Pavilion, so she will call tomorrow to find out the actual diagnosis and treatment.

It was dark at the time they were taken back to King’s Crown, so she had no idea what damage had occurred. The Village is without electricity (as is most of southern Florida), but King’s Crown has a generator so there are lights and elevators and whatever else needs power.

The good news is they coped with the shelter experience; the bad news is dad’s at the Pavilion.

I’m thankful, along with Mom, for the wonderful planning of emergency services for Shell Point, and for their safety without having to evacuate their little island.

Now I’m going to eat pizza and watch Olympics.

I’m glad they’re both pretty much safe and sound — with any luck, Grampa’s fall was just a little dehydration, and he’ll be back up and about once he gets a few more fluids in his system.

In any case, it appears that all their excitement is over with. Time for me to shut this down and head out for my weekend adventures. Be back sometime Sunday night…

Iran planning to attack US forces

If this is true, this could be very, very bad:

“The rhetoric coming out of the Bush administration has convinced Iran that military conflict is inevitable and rather than await an attack at a time and place of America’s choosing, the Iranians will try to inflict significant damage to U.S. forces on Iraqi soil by means of the Mahdi Army and other Shi’a groups,” an informed intelligence source told This Is Rumor Control. Senior officials of the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency would not comment on these reports, but a former senior intelligence officer said that the conclusion was “a no brainer.” As he noted: “If you had U.S. troops on your doorstep and George Bush calling you a part of the axis of evil you would take steps to protect yourself. And it would be better to protect yourself on Iraqi soil than to have to do so on Iranian soil. That is what they are doing. Are we surprised? We shouldn’t be.”

As if we weren’t in a bad enough position already, now Bush’s incessant sabre-rattling has gone and apparently stirred up another hornet’s nest. We could be in a world of hurt soon, if this comes to pass.

When this was all getting started, there were a few satirical articles floating around (that I don’t have time to search out links for right now) taking all of the US’s stated reasons for invading Iraq and turning them around as if it were the US that was going to be invaded due to our stockpiles of WMD’s, propensity for invading sovereign nations, and so on. Things like this sometimes make me wonder if we might not be that far away from that actually happening (realistically, probably not — we’re still perceived as far too much of a superpower to be on the receiving end of an invasion — but we’re certainly not making any friends in the world right now).

Scary stuff.

(via Dave, BOP and The Republic of T)

iTunes: “Your Eyes are Like a Cup of Tea (Al Yunic Sharbouni Ate)” by Master Musicians of Jajouka from the album Brian Jones pres. the Pipes of Pan at Jajouka (1995, 10:34).