iPod Rocks!

I promise not to pierce myself.

Looks like Apple’s gearing up for the holiday season with a new teen-focused website at ipodrocks.

It’s rather cleverly done, if a little uneven. Lots of short little flash-style animations (apparently it’s Flash wrapped inside Quicktime — odd), some short demos of the iPod and how it works, and various “hints and tips” on how to convince your parents to get you an iPod. Some of the iCards that can be sent through the site gave me a laugh — the one I’ve got pictured here was my favorite of the bunch. There are also “help around the home” coupons, a points-for-grades suggestion, and even a small screensaver featuring the dancing silhouettes from the recent iPod ads listed as “subliminal advertising”.

I’ve already noticed iPod ads on quite a few of the buses around the Seattle area. Looks like we’re going to be seeing a lot of those bright iPod ads over the coming months.

(via MacRumors)

Justice isn't always black and white

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.

Local weekly newspaper The Stranger has an excellent summary of Gary Ridgeway’s day in court confessing to 48 counts of murder as the Green River Killer — and plea bargaining to avoid the death sentence in the process — in the form of a 24-panel black and white comic strip. Very nicely done.

I’m really torn as to the matter of his plea bargain. Firstly, I’ve never been a huge fan of the death penalty (yes, I’m afraid I’m one of those flaming liberals). At the same time, if there were ever a case extreme enough to justify the death penalty, this could be it — 48 women dead over 20-some years, merely because Ridgeway didn’t like prostitutes. Obviously, rehabilitation isn’t an option in some cases, and while Ridgeway’s death certainly wouldn’t bring any of his victims back, or ease the pain for their families, it could provide a sense of closure and finality for many people that merely locking him away for the rest of his life wouldn’t do. But what got the judge to accept the plea bargain and to allow Ridgeway to live was Ridgeway’s promise to reveal the location of even more remains so that they can be exhumed, identified, and hopefully returned to their families, which I can only see as a good thing, allowing more people to get a certain amount of closure in the death of their loved ones.

It’s certainly not an easy situation. I don’t envy the judge, nor any of the other people involved in this case. No matter what, not everyone is going to be satisfied with the final outcome.

(via pops)

Random encounters

I’ve had my first week of training at a branch of the business on Broadway, the main thoroughfare of Capitol Hill. That’s not where I’ll be once training is over with, but it’s been an entertaining week, and in some ways, I’m going to miss being able to wander up and down Broadway on my breaks. Some of the random encounters that go on can be fun.

Walking along the street during lunch, I’m approached by one of the many street denizens. He opens his spiel for money with, “Hey there, sir — you look like a fellow American.” “Yes, I am,” I reply, and walk past him and across the intersection.

A ten minute conversation with another person about my leather trenchcoat. His was cooler, of course, up until it got stolen out of his closet at a party. But mine was still pretty cool.

Passing one guy as I walked along, he asked if I could spare some change. “Sorry, man.” The next guy along, just a few feet over, heard the exchange. As I passed him — “Spare an apology?”

Watching a woman walk up to a pay phone and make call. “Hey, Jen? Yeah, it’s Kerry. I just got out of jail!”

Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex

Brodie: Lois could never have Superman’s baby. Do you think her fallopian tubes could handle the sperm? I guarantee he blows a load like a shotgun right through her back. What about her womb? Do you think it’s strong enough to carry his child?

T.S.: Sure, why not?

Brodie Bruce: He’s an alien for Christ sake! His Kryptonian biological makeup is enhanced by Earth’s yellow sun. If Lois gets a tan, the kid could kick right through her stomach. Only someone like Wonder Woman has a strong enough uterus to carry his kid. The only way he could bang regular chicks is with a kryptonite condom. That would kill him.

— Brodie Bruce and T.S. Quint in Kevin Smith’s Mallrats

Covering the same basic field as the above quote, but in a more scientific, if not serious manner, Larry Niven’s classic speculative 1971 piece Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex.

Either Superman has gone completely schizo and believes himself to be Clark Kent; or he knows what he’s doing, but no longer gives a damn. Thirty-one years is a long time. For Superman it has been even longer. He has X-ray vision; he knows just what he’s missing. (*One should not think of Superman as a Peeping Tom. A biological ability must be used. As a child Superman may never have known that things had surfaces, until he learned to suppress his X-ray vision. If millions of people tend shamelessly to wear clothing with no lead in the weave, that is hardly Superman’s fault.*)

The problem is this. Electroencephalograms taken of men and women during sexual intercourse show that orgasm resembles “a kind of pleasurable epileptic attack.” One loses control over one’s muscles.

Superman has been known to leave his fingerprints in steel and in hardened concrete, accidentally. What would he do to the woman in his arms during what amounts to an epileptic fit?

(via Boing Boing)

Top 10 scientific hoaxes

From The Guardian: the top 10 scientific hoaxes of all time. A very interesting list, some of which I’d heard of, some of which I hadn’t, and one that I’d never heard was a hoax.

2. The amazing Tasaday tribe

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In 1971 Manuel Elizalde, a Philippine government minister, discovered a small stone age tribe living in utter isolation on the island of Mindanao. These people, the Tasaday, spoke a strange language, gathered wild food, used stone tools, lived in caves, wore leaves for clothes, and settled matters by gentle persuasion. They made love, not war, and became icons of innocence; reminders of a vanished Eden.

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They also made the television news headlines, the cover of National Geographic, were the subject of a bestselling book, and were visited by Charles A Lindbergh and Gina Lollobrigida. Anthropologists tried to get a more sustained look, but President Marcos declared a 45,000-acre Tasaday reserve and closed it to all visitors.

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After Marcos was deposed in 1986, two journalists got in and found that the Tasaday lived in houses, traded smoked meat with local farmers, wore Levi’s T-shirts and spoke a recognisable local dialect. The Tasadays explained that they had only moved into caves, donned leaves and performed for cameras under pressure from Elizalde – who had fled the country in 1983 along with millions from a foundation set up to protect the Tasaday. Elizalde died in 1997.

I remember reading about the Tasaday tribe in National Geographic (though as the issue was printed in 1972, the year before my birth, it must have been much later when I found it) and being absolutely fascinated that they’d been able to survive unchanged for so long. A bit of a bummer that it was a hoax, but not terribly surprising.

(via MeFi)

Gore Vidal interview

I’ve been something of a low-level fan of Gore Vidal for quite a while now. I say “low-level” simply because every time I’ve seen him in something (such as Bob Roberts, where most of his political ruminations were unscripted and entirely his) or read interviews with him, I’ve liked what he has to say, and yet I’ve not read any of his books (something which I’d really like to correct sometime soon).

The LA Weekly currently has an interview with Gore Vidal which is well worth reading, touching on everything from what our founding fathers might think of Bush and his cronies to electronic voting. Some very good stuff in there.

But Gore, you have lived through a number of inglorious administrations in your lifetime, from Truman’s founding of the national-security state, to LBJ’s debacle in Vietnam, to Nixon and Watergate, and yet here you are to tell the tale. So when it comes to this Bush administration, are you really talking about despots per se? Or is this really just one more rather corrupt and foolish Republican administration?

No. We are talking about despotism. I have read not only the first PATRIOT Act but also the second one, which has not yet been totally made public nor approved by Congress and to which there is already great resistance. An American citizen can be fingered as a terrorist, and with what proof? No proof. All you need is the word of the attorney general or maybe the president himself. You can then be locked up without access to a lawyer, and then tried by military tribunal and even executed. Or, in a brand-new wrinkle, you can be exiled, stripped of your citizenship and packed off to another place not even organized as a country — like Tierra del Fuego or some rock in the Pacific. All of this is in the USA PATRIOT Act. The Founding Fathers would have found this to be despotism in spades. And they would have hanged anybody who tried to get this through the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia. Hanged.

(via /.)

Trailers: Harry Potter, Peter Pan

Quick notice of a couple trailers worth checking out (at least, in my world they’re worth checking out):

Sirius Black

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Askaban: On the insanely unlikely chance you don’t know, this is the third film in the Harry Potter series, adapted from the book of the same name. First impressions: Michael Gambon as Dumbledore seems to both look and sound right (a good thing, I was a little worried about the switch in actors). What’s up with Draco’s new hairstyle? I’m not sure if I like it or not. Gary Oldman looks great as Sirius Black. Our first glimpse of the Dementors, and they look nicely creepy. Overall, I’m looking forward to it — each sucessive book has been getting darker, and it appears that they’re not afraid to let the movies do the same.

Mermaid

Peter Pan: I’d not even heard of this one, until I found it linked from the Harry Potter fan site The Leaky Cauldron (Cpt. Hook is played by Jason Isaccs, who played Lucius Malfoy in HPatCoS). This one looks quite interesting — it appears that the people making it are aiming to do their best to capture J.M. Barrie’s book on film as closely as possible. Wendy isn’t “classically” cute, but I think she looks perfect — like a real girl. Isaacs looks like he’s having a blast as Cpt. Hook, and the mermaids look downright creepy! There are two trailers available on the website, I’d suggest grabbing the one listed as “Trailer #1” first — while the “New Trailer!” shows more of the story, the quality is much worse, and the first trailer gives a much better idea of the look of the film.

Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

I noticed on my way home tonight that Blockbuster had a huge “In stock or it’s free” sign up in their window for Terminator 3. Since I missed it while it was in the theaters, I picked it up.

I’d avoided seeing T3 on the big screen. Much as I enjoy sci-fi and action movies, and as much as I like The Terminator and T2: Judgement Day, I’d had nothing but bad feelings about T3 ever since I started hearing about it. None of the news I read when it was being made was good — James Cameron, the man behind the first two, wanted nothing to do with it. Linda Hamilton (Sarah Connor in the first two) described the script for T3 as “soulless.” I think I remember reading during production that Michael Biehn (Kyle Reese in T1 and the director’s cut of T2) also declined reprising his role, though I can’t find a source for that now and could be mistaken. I didn’t think that there was any way that the series could continue without the key people behind the success of the first two and still be even remotely interesting.

Now that I’ve finally taken the time to watch T3, I’ve got to admit…

…damn, was I right.

I was bored throughout most of the film. Bored. During a Terminator movie. Sci-fi, cyborgs, car crashes, big guns, explosions — and none of it caught my interest. I actually considered turning it off at one point, then looked at my DVD player and realized that I was only about 35 minutes into the film, and I should probably stick it out and give it a chance. What? Half an hour in, and I was ready to turn it off? That’s a sad, sad sign right there, especially when I can pop either of the first two in and get completely sucked in.

First off, there’s too much, too soon, with too little invested in any of the characters. T1 didn’t have a really major action set piece until far into the film, after you’d spent a good amount of time getting to know Sarah and Kyle. While T2 does have a large action sequence fairly early on, with the T-101 and John Connor being chased by the T-1000, by then Cameron’s direction, the solid script, and Ed Furlong’s acting had already built up a level of interest in John, so the initial big set piece was thrilling, especially with the sudden revelation that the T-101 wasn’t what you expected him to be.

In T3, though, we get almost nothing before being tossed into the action. We know who John Connor is only as a character from the first two movies, and Nick Stahl gives us nothing to latch onto or care about in the scenes that introduce the older John to us. Claire Danes fares a little better, but not by much. These are empty people — if it we didn’t know who John was from the first two films, we’d have no reason to care about anything that happened to him.

Additionally, when we are thrown pell-mell into the chase sequence, it is so ridiculously over-the-top that it entirely fails to be captivating, and is instead merely ludicrous. A huge crane truck goes careening all over the place with precious little damage, zooming down city streets with the truck supports extended and slamming into cars without affecting the speed of the truck. The crane boom swinging Arnold all over the place, into cars, trucks, and even buildings, and yet he comes out of it all with only a few scratches on his face? Okay, he’s a robot, but he’s got real skin overlaying his metal endoskeleton, and even the T-101 would have far more than a few scrapes and cuts after getting thrown through multiple buildings at fifty miles per hour. Besides, the entire sequence felt like nothing more than a rehash of the chase sequence from T2 (Arnold on a motorcycle, the bad guy in a big truck, etc.), only turned up to 11 in a sad attempt to out-Cameron Cameron.

Kristanna Loken entirely fails to convey any real sense of danger as the T-X (or “Terminatrix” — ugh). Instead of feeling like she’s a leaner, meaner, more effective model of Terminator, you feel like she’s a former model who lucked into a high-profile gig in a major budget action movie when the power that be decided that a little T&A would help boost the profits (and to make that worse, while we got a brief shot of A, the T part of that equation was sadly missing!). It’s sad, too. While I was (justifiably) concerned when word leaked out that the new Terminator was going to be female, I held out hope that it could work. After all, I’ve seen some women do some seriously good work kicking ass, taking names, and looking good doing it — Angela Bassett in Strange Days, for example. Unfortunately, Kristanna is definitely no Angela Bassett, and I just couldn’t take her seriously.

And what about the Governator himself? While he still looks the part (mostly — he’s still got the build, but it’s hard to hide the fact that it’s been nearly 20 years since the first film), the character of the Terminator came across as little more than a sad caricature of the Terminator from the first two films. Part of what made the T-101 so scary the first time was his inhuman stoicism and invulnerability. Part of what made him a hero in the second one was the masterful work done humanizing the character, using (but not over-using) humor as John taught the machine what it means to be human over the course of the film. In T3, you get the feeling that the director was trying to blend the creepiness of the original Terminator with the humor of the second, and it didn’t work — the humor felt forced at best, and failed to make the T-101 either a worthy hero or a villain we could love to hate. Rather, he’s just a prop — another special effect.

In the end, rather than being a worthy addition to the Terminator world, T3 is nothing more than an overly loud, overblown, sad attempt to capitalize on one of the strongest sci-fi series of all time.