The Science of "The Watchmen"

On general principles, I usually shy away from scientific explanations of superhero movies, or space operas. Not to be rude, but most of the time science takes a back seat to plot, and the hoops that scientists sometimes are forced to jump through to justify something that looks really cool as a special effect but in general violates several known laws of physics can make such presentations painful. (And no, I know that books like The Science of Star Wars do contain criticism of the more outlandish plot devices, however, Lucas was looking for a (theoretically) good story, not one that used the latest research in string theory.

Still the above is really cool and you might actually learn something. Wait, no, that's bad. This blog is supposed to help in the dumbing down of the universe. Forget that. Just think how cool the movie will be. Also think of how great it would be to have sex with Angelina Jolie (especially if you are a hot woman, because that's hawt!!!!). Few, together we just saved the world.

His Grace

I wish I was this awesome

see more pwn and owned pictures

Seriously, I wish criminals could practise witchcraft. It would really make great TV.

His Grace

Motivation

I often am not asked, your Grace, what motivates you to do the things you do. Most people do not wish to contemplate such destructive impulses. Most people, if not sane, are at least willing to not dabble in the dark arts for fear of their own souls.

Still, as my therapist always says "Oh God, oh God, how did you find me? Where are my children? What have you done?" I can't quite figure out all the psychobable but I figure it will make sense one day. Therapy is hard work they say.

Of course, on remarking on my remarkable life to my boss, I said something along the lines of "I just can't seem to have anything resembling a normal life." To which my boss deftly replied (made all the more awesomer by a Quebecois accent) "You'd be bored if you had one."

Very quite possibly, but still for whatever reason I crave one. I am a duality it seems on one hand embracing the most ridicurus things imaginable such as a home to come home to, a wife who greets me at the door and children who drive me crazy, on the other hand craving simple stupid things like absolute power over everything in the universe, a death ray of some sort, and yes, my name written on the moon... In Arial Bold font. Google Point.

Ah I wish, but, well, I needed to post SOMETHING.

Ergo this. No, I haven't gotten into the tequila...

His Grace

because I haven't posted something from Failblog in a while

Note: When I called 911, I was probably half as competent, just FYI.

His Grace

I'm sorry

You'd think I was a blogger or something... Sorry, it's been busy on my "week off."
So as always in a passive aggressive fashion, I well, will give you Mr. T rapping.


The point of this music video seems to be Mr. T likes to beat people up. Which you should know... If only Chuck Norris and Mr. T could have their own rap video.

His Grace

A day late and a dollar Over

The Terrifying Truth Behind Valentine's Day -- powered by Cracked.com

I'll steal from my brother the above and well, rant a bit. Well it is February 15th, and, actually I had a relatively good Valentine's Day. It started off right with me driving home from the greatest not-date of my life and then I woke up to a frantic person shouting Italian through my window and discovered I had to call 911.

Those of you who follow my rantings on this little intertube portal may know how hard the midpoint of February is for me. This year rather than sulk, I tried to change my attitude a bit. I will never, ever, ever love that day, but I at least tried to focus on the positive parts of my life for nineteen days before the dreaded day and, well, it did work.

A big shout out to all of my friends who supported me in this and, well, you know who you are. Maybe one day we will dance on the bones of the Hallmark Executives who oppress us all, but until that day, we still have each other.

I just want to close out to anyone who doesn't like the day to remember that there is a difference between frustration, anger, loneliness and bitterness. I fall into the latter category always, but you don't have to be like me. If the day has any meaning, then it is of the people in your life that you love and that matter to you, regardless of whether you have the impossible fairytale romance our society has given us expectations of.

His Grace

Still posting video clips open thread

Pay careful attention to the above... I've missed many a clever Blackadder joke by laughing too hard.

His Grace

In which I'm just copying stuff off Digg, etc.

I gots a midterm tomorrow baby... and Lost is Tonight. Sooo, entertain yourselves darnit, isn't that what the interwebs is for?

His Grace

The surreal side of life.

One of the tasks in my busy, busy, busy schedule has been to--get this--write my own letter of recommendation. And no, not because I am my own boss at my extremely, part, part time computer consulting gig.

For reasons that cannot be explained, I require a letter of recommendation to apply for some mysterious thing that is totally not a passport so I can flee to South America. However, when I asked the referee, this individual asked me to write it to give him an idea of what I expected to be in there. It's not a final copy mind you, just intended to help the guy understand what I want to be said as part of the process. Plus he digs my writing style, with those awesome things I do while blogging like confuse words like starring and staring and, well, generally butchering the English Language while at the same time infuriating world opinion

So, like all the things I do, I, well, did it. But is an uneasy feeling praising yourself, knowing that the person you are writing it for will at least go through the motions of reading it before signing his name. And while one must stay away from effusively praising oneself in as saccharinely a way as possible, one still has to actually say good things, or otherwise what is the frickin' point.

I hope that I struck a balance between praising me and letting my accomplishments (I got dressed today) speak for themselves. I hope it works out, otherwise the extradition may go as planned.

His Grace

Heat Vision and Jack Open Thread

Because I want everyone to watch the greatest sci-fi series never made


Watch Heat Vision And Jack - Part 1  |  View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com


Watch Heat Vision And Jack - Part 2  |  View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com


Watch Heat Vision And Jack - Part 3  |  View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com

Yes I have posted this before, still, I have to give you something other than Mr. T.

His Grace

Open thread

Just in case you wanted to know what I've been up to...

Here.. Yes... Yes it says Bible UFO connection.

I dare you to look at it.

His Grace

It's time for a serious conversation...

Wait, what, seriousness from this, err, does it even qualify as a blog?????

I'm referring to these two stories: A 60 year old woman gives birth to twins and let's not forget about Octuplet lady with six kids in California.

Ranjit Hayer was determined to have children.

She suffered three miscarriages. She sought fertility treatments, only to be turned down by Canadian physicians. She went to India for in-vitro fertilization, only to be cheated of her savings. So she saved up and returned to India last year to receive the treatment.

Now she has twins. And, at 60, she's one of the oldest women to give birth in Canadian history

I understand that these kids will be loved. I even admire the lengths that Ranjit went to and her determination, if not her sense. But does it occur to her that when her sons are ten, she'll be 70 and that when they reach 15, their father will be past the average life span of a male in this country?

Look, I think encouraging people to have kids is a good thing and that the medical miracles that we as a people have created are, well, a joyous blessing. But not to get all tut-tutting about this, but I think we need to start really, really, really thinking what we are doing with this technology. I know in the 60 year old woman's case, she was (thankfully) refused treatment in this country. And yes, once invitro-fertilized, she was (thankfully) taken care of by our medical system.

To switch topics to an equally disturbing case of pregnancy:

The 33-year-old single, unemployed woman has been harshly criticized for having a fertility procedure and risking multiple births when she already has six children, ages 2 to 7.

With in vitro fertilization, doctors frequently implant more than one embryo to improve the odds that one will take. However, the U.S. fertility industry has guidelines suggesting, in general, that no more than two embryos be implanted for women under 35.

Experts say there is a small chance that embryos can divide, which apparently led to the octuplets.

Suleman said she had six embryos implanted for each of the previous in vitro procedures that resulted in her other six children.

“All I wanted was children. I wanted to be a mom. That’s all I ever wanted in my life,” she said. “I love my children.”

Ummm, errr, I am sure you do. But how do you plan to take care of 14 children? Without a job? Isn't planning that a part of loving your offspring?

Look, I think that maybe we need to get some sort of international regulation on how this technology is used, because, well, it just seems like it is being used very unethically. Just because we can do something doesn't mean we should do something. I'm all for helping people who want kids to have kids, but that needs to be done with care and thought or we'll end up like this:

(cf)

His Grace

'Cause I haven't inflicted something on you guys for a while...

Alright, 'cause for some insane reason I'm on a Mr. T. kick, here's the cartoon in all of it's glory:







I know, can you possibly believe that I had a Mr. T sleeping bag? Just some random lessons I learned from watching: Mr. T thinks that it is a good idea to slit up and send 3 teenagers to investigate a goon squad alone. Also the police seem to be a useless enterprise in this universe. And Mr. T's middle name is period.

Question: How many times can I watch this before having an aneurysm?

His Grace

Happy Groundhog Day open thread...

I can think of no other way to honour this day other than this...

	Make your own at MoreCowbell.dj

I am unsure if you can outawesome Mr. T + More Cowbell, but by all means, attempt to do so.

His Grace

So we need 6 1/2 hours of analysis for one game eh?

Well, it's February 1st, which means that there just might be a big football game on the TV. Do I care? No, not really. I am more of the "Can I just bet that both teams have a good time" sorta guy, although if I am in a room full of Steelers fans, I wouldn't hesitate to be the lone guy supporting the Cardinals (but only if they were losing).

Ah quickness and the glory that is football commentary: "If they want to stay in this game, they're gonna have to score more touchdowns."

But since it is February, we have to stop and reflect that it is that sucky time of year. And yes, I usually get myself worked up for oh, I don't know, a month and a half of self-pity and hatred. It sucks when you don't fit well into society's carefully articulated narrative, although few (if any) do. Just for me it can be a teensy bit more of a jarring disconnect.

But I decided this year that I wasn't going to (completely) wallow in agony for nearly two months. One of my larger psychological problems (yay therapy) is my self-destructive behaviour of letting the bad things that happen to me turn my days into bad days. So... the contest.

I got bet that I couldn't have an equal number or greater of good days to bad from Monday 26th of January to February 13th 2009. (Considering 19 is odd, it's either over/under I guess). So I am taking up this project, namely because I don't want to be too depressed this year. There's too much to celebrate. Plus I just have to learn to accept that I am human and that feeling lonely is natural and acceptable. Just I shouldn't let it get to me.

Oh and for whatever reason they are reciting poetry at the Super Bowl right now...

The Antichrist must be rising...

His Grace