We just rented Bubba Ho-tep, which is described on imdb as follows:

“Elvis and JFK, both alive and in nursing homes, fight for the souls of their fellow residents as they battle an ancient Egyptian Mummy.”

There is nothing about that sentence that isn’t awesome. If Elvis vs. Mummy doesn’t convince you, perhaps the fact it stars Bruce Cambell of the Evil Dead series will do it for you.

If Bruce Cambell doesn’t motivate you to watch a movie, you might as well be dead.

“See, that’s where you’re an idiot (I was going to just say wrong, but it doesn’t express how I feel very well).”

– another slashdot idiot.

A recent article on slashdot discusses how the original THX sound that is played before a movie (bwuuuuuuuuuuwaaaanng) was created by Andy Moorer using 20,000 lines of C code. Many comments on the article argued that this explanation was improbable and one went so far as to offer an alternative solution:

George Lucas: How’d you make that sound Andy?

Andy Moorer: We electrocuted a sperm whale.

George Lucas: God damn that sounds great.

Andy Moorer: [Giggles] I *know*

George Lucas: Thing is… we need a story that’s not going to bring those Greenpeace punks down on top of us.

Andy Moorer: I coded the sound with 20,000 lines of C?

George Lucas: Nice. Let’s go with that.

“if other people’s code hasn’t driven you to drink, that only means you haven’t had to read enough of other peoples code.”

-Rob McCready

Last time Lauren and I had a Borg Sphere, we did two silly things:

1. We got the small one.
2. We didn’t take a picture until all the ice had melted.

This time around, we did things right.

“That’s it! Pack yer shit! We’re moving to Israel! Why? 4 words: Compulsory Universal Military Service. Hot Jewish girls who could kick your ass 6 days a week and twice on Sunday to make up for Saturday. Don’t believe me?”
-Preston Thomas

I really don’t know Preston Thomas, but I’m fairly familiar with Patrick, his twin brother. I’m not a fan of getting my ass kicked, especially by females, so this doesn’t appeal to me, but hey, to each their own.

Rachel: Why are you wearing a sweatshirt?
Me: Same reason you keep breathing. Homey don’t play Skin Cancer.

Me: They think Cal Poly students are retarded, but it’s PEOPLE who are
retarded. The fact that the people they come into contact with happen
to go Cal Poly is incidental.

Alex: yup, stupid people everywhere
Alex: I’ll vouch for that

My 7 year old cousin Bella had her first basketball game when I was up visiting in Sacramento. She and her younger brother Noah wanted to ride with me to the game, as their redheaded 20-something cousin is plainly cooler than their stodgy old 30-something parents. I humbly agreed.

On the way to the game I followed my Aunt Young as I had absolutely no idea where this basketball court was located. Of course, both of my younger cousins insisted that I try and beat her to the basketball court, at which point my sister asked them, “What face are you going to make when we beat Mom there?” Their response was instantaneous:

The youngest members of the Kiss army

It’s official, I’m working for a fruit company this summer.

Ryan: get this, we’re having a quake 2 game at lunch almost every other day
Ryan: quake 2
Ryan: at work
Ryan: on CompanyX’s LAN

Me: damn, I would do very poorly at that.
Me: maybe I should take an elective in pwning newbs.

Scene: Driving in a rental car in Sacramento. It’s dark and it’s raining.

I’m lost, of course. Fortunately, I had the foresight to print out directions before I got on the plane, but reading them would require more light than was available at the time. There was only one solution: The overhead light.

“Now what could go wrong with turning on the overhead light?”, you might ask. Normally, the answer is “very little”, the light bulb might be burnt out, but at least your situation would not be any worse than before. But as it turns out, the designer of the PT Cruiser felt it appropriate to place the moon-roof controls adjacent to the overhead light switch. So instead of being able to read my map, and getting where I need to go promptly, I’m now in the dark, wet, lost, and unsure whether the next button I press will activate light or an ejection seat.

The rest of the weekend went considerably better. Except for where my plane broke down and I had to get a rental car to drive back to San Luis. That part was bad too.