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Allies and enemies

As I wrote earlier this month, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack from The Living Daylights a lot. That was the first Bond film with Timothy Dalton, I believe. Story-wise,…

As I wrote earlier this month, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack from The Living Daylights a lot. That was the first Bond film with Timothy Dalton, I believe. Story-wise, it’s kind of a mish-mash of a rogue Soviet general (Jeroen Krabbe), a girl with a cello (Maryam d’Abo), an arms dealer (Joe Don Baker), and an assassin (Andreas Wisniewsky) who likes to listen to the Pretenders. Oh, and some partial nudity by Virginia Hey. Like I said, a mish-mash of plot elements that often holds together, but also frequently gets goofy.

Hey, it’s a Bond film.

At any rate, late in the movie, the action shifts. Bond has been taken captive, along with the girl (sans cello). They are all hauled off by the rogue Soviet general to … Afghanistan.

See, it’s 1987. The USSR is the bad guys, and they’ve invaded Afghanistan (again), and the brave freedom fighters, the Mujahadeen, are fighting for their land and their faith against terrible odds (horse vs. tanks). Sure, there are a few Evil Afghan Rebels who are using this as a way to move opium, but Bond helps a Good Afghan Rebel (played by Art Malik) escape from the Evil Soviets, helps launch a raid on the Soviet base, and then helps wipe out the Soviet troops that try to retaliate.

Exit into the sunset Mr. Bond and girl, having saved the freedom fighters to fight another day.

Anyone catching any irony here?

The Good Afghan Rebel, Kamran Shah, is Western educated. He’s gotten support and training from Western intelligence. And he’s fighting the Evil Soviets for his land and his faith.

Sounds a lot like a prime suspect behind the Red Tuesday terror. And, if not him, then a number of his hosts, the Taliban.

We were more than happy to give these guys props (figuratively and literally) when they were poor freedom fighters against the Soviets. The irony, as they’ve kicked the Soviets out, is that they’ve also turned on the West. Not all of them, certainly, and, in the case of the Taliban, only insofar as they’ve utterly rejected Western mores like tolerance, equality, and freedom. And maybe, tacitly or explicity, they’ve done quite a bit more. And the guys we were cheering when our money and spooks were training them to blow up Soviet soldiers may be among those who are now blowing up American civilians. And who may yet get to be blowing up American soldiers, too.

Not that the Soviets were saints. Not that their invasion and occupation of Afghanistan wasn’t brutal. Not that it was even wrong of us to be supporting the Mujahadeen.

But there’s a lesson here. At least a lesson in expectations.

The irony is choking me here. Here’s a last bit for you to start your day.

Thursday night, after the ‘Rents arrived, dinner was done, and Squiggy was off to sleep, I pulled some movies for us to watch.

Guess which one was on the stack.

The Phantom Answers

The Phantom Answers Everything you wanted to know (and probably quite a bit you did not) about the upcoming Star Wars DVD. Lots of interviews, lots of cool stuff….

The Phantom Answers

Everything you wanted to know (and probably quite a bit you did not) about the upcoming Star Wars DVD. Lots of interviews, lots of cool stuff.

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Morning thoughts

I’m going to try and at least appear to be doing some work today, rather than the torrent of blogging I indulged in yesterday. Therapeutic as it was, I run…

I’m going to try and at least appear to be doing some work today, rather than the torrent of blogging I indulged in yesterday. Therapeutic as it was, I run the risk of Letting the Bastards Win if I let them keep me from performing my duties much longer.

There seems to be — and not just in the not-nearly-as-overblown-as-it-might-have-been(-just-wait) media coverage — a real sense that Things Changed yesterday. The Universe turned the page, and there’s a new chapter heading up there, giving portents of what lies ahead, could we but read type that large.

Being of an historical bent, I’d rather wait for a few weeks, months, years, before leaping to that conclusion. I think there’s something to it, but trying to assume an historical perspective while in mid-crisis is always a good way to write comedy.

Sitting around the dinner table last night, we engaged in the “Where were you?” game. That, above all, may be the deciding factor as to how this affects us.

That and, what happens today? I mean, want a really panicky populace? Pull some crap today. Let folks think it’s a real trend, vs. a (hopefully) one-off tragedy. That would damage confidence, among other things.

I hope I am not being a Cassandra here.

The other thing we “need” is a pithy name. Most events of this sort get named after the location. Unfortunately (speaking with irony here), we have too many locations. “Remember the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and some field in Pennsylvania” doesn’t do much as a rallying cry, any more than it does would if you used the same phrase in a “Where were you?” activity. And the media’s “Attack on America” theme is kind of lame, too.

“Bloody Tuesday”? “The 11th of September”? (“Remember, remember // 11 September, // of aeroplane terror and plot …”)

I leave it to the media hacks.

I was reminded, as I considered my call yesterday to rebuild the WTC, of Babylon 5 and some dialog from the pilot episode, “The Gathering.”

DELENN: “Why Babylon 5? If the prior four stations were lost or destroyed, why build another?”

SINCLAIR: “Plain old human stubbornness I guess. When something we value is destroyed, we rebuild it. If it’s destroyed again, we rebuild it again … and again and again and … again. Until it stays. That as our poet Tennison once said is the goal: to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

I don’t know as the WTC is as noble a symbol as B5. But it is, in some ways, a symbol which has been thrust upon us. To leave it as rubble, or to let something else take its place, would be, in some small way, an admission of defeat.

110 stories. Twice over.

Now think of the Murrah Building in OKC. Nine stories.

The mind reels.

Finally, there is this. We are what we let this make of us.

We may become fearful and isolationist. “Don’t let the bad people hurt us — withdraw from the world!” That’s been a typical, if unstated, theme in American history. Indeed, in some ways, that’s just what we’ve been doing in the early days of the Bush administration — pulling out of treaties, acting on our own, being unconcerned about what the rest of the world does. It may well be, though, that by having been attacked so publicly and bloodily, that we will break out of that typical funk — that we will realize, “The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.” (Tolkien, Lord of the Rings).

Or we may rage back in the other direction. Hunt ’em all down. They were Arabs? Attack the Arabs. They were Muslim? Attack the Muslims. Their leader was holed up in Kabul? Carpet-bomb Kabul. In which case, they have, ultimately, won, by transforming the US into just what they claim it is — a killer and bully and infidel. “It is hard to fight with anger; for what it wants it buys at the price of soul.” (Heraclitus)

And we may decide that the only way to proceed is to insist on safety — no matter how it encroaches on liberty. E-mail monitoring? Censorship? Political oppression? Restrictions on freedom? Those will give at least the illusion of safety, at the cost of privacy, freedom, and the value of open debate.

If I have prayers for the future, it is not for safety, for life itself is not safe, and while I may never be blown up by a terrorist bomb, I can as easily (and more likely) be hit by a car in a parking lot. And it’s not for vengeance, though I think that, right at this moment, I’d grimly and willingly flip the switch/drop the pill/open the scaffold/give the order to fire.

No — it’s that we (and by “we” I mean the US, and those who will stand with us) act in our response to this in a fashion that we can be proud of, that can be a model for others in the future. Justice, mercy, freedom, respect, tolerance, commitment. We find the guilty and punish them, but we do so in a fashion beyond reproach, even if it’s harder, even if it’s less satisfying in some atavistic sense. And we take steps to protect ourselves, but not in a way that unduly compromises the basic freedoms that we claim we stand for.

This can be our finest hour. I pray we don’t blow it, and that we use it to show the world that we are in fact that “shining beacon of freedom” that the President spoke of last night.

Risk more than others think is safe.
Care more than others think is wise.
Dream more than others think is practical.
Expect more than others think is possible.

— Cadet Maxim, West Point

Coincidence?

I have no idea if it was planned this way or not. But if you were planning it, you couldn’t have done better than to crash a plane into one…

I have no idea if it was planned this way or not.

But if you were planning it, you couldn’t have done better than to crash a plane into one of the WTC towers, wait 15-30 minutes, then, once all the media were assembled, news choppers winging past, TV crews down on street level, then, and only then, crash another frickin’ plane into the other tower, so that it can be broadcast and rebroadcast and rerebroadcast around the world.

I don’t know if I want things to have been that well planned.

News, for those who want it

The most reliable site (both in terms of what they report, as well as availability today) has been the BBC Online. They’ve already got some good analysis up there, as…

The most reliable site (both in terms of what they report, as well as availability today) has been the BBC Online. They’ve already got some good analysis up there, as well as rock-steady information.

What would it be like?

People watch with horror as the planes crash into the WTC towers. Fire burns. Buildings collapse. Mass hysteria. Evacuations, police sirens blaring, news sites swamped, a stunned population tied to…

People watch with horror as the planes crash into the WTC towers. Fire burns. Buildings collapse. Mass hysteria. Evacuations, police sirens blaring, news sites swamped, a stunned population tied to their TV sets.

I don’t know how to say this without it sounding flip, if not grotesque, but that’s life in a comic book universe. Buildings collapse, planes crash, hundreds die (off-screen) on a regular basis. Pick up any copy of Avengers, Fantastic Four, Justice League, Green Lantern.

How do you survive in such an environment? Not just physically, but emotionally?

Y’know, this may seem odd, but comic books have never seemed as unrealistic as right this moment.

The Princess Bride

The Princess Bride This is the ultimate date flick. It’s full of romantic, girlie-girl, passionate stuff for her (or him). It’s full of swordplay and action for him (or her)….

The Princess Bride

This is the ultimate date flick.

It’s full of romantic, girlie-girl, passionate stuff for her (or him).

It’s full of swordplay and action for him (or her).

And it’s full of wit, both subtle and over-the-top, for both of them.

And only a cad would, at the end, not want to give his (or her) sweet babboo a big, long, kiss.

Heck, you can even watch it when you parents are visiting. And the new DVD just out includes some keen new features.

Rent it. Buy it. Watch it. Enjoy it.

So a man walks into a ceiling fan …

Ouch. It seems we always do Big Home Improvement Projects when the in-laws come to visit. So when my folks came this time, I thought, hey, why not a home…

Ouch.

It seems we always do Big Home Improvement Projects when the in-laws come to visit. So when my folks came this time, I thought, hey, why not a home improvement project (of at least moderate size) for them.

Aha. The ceiling fan.

We’ve been wanting to put a fan up in the breakfast room for some time. We don’t have a/c in the house — most folks in Denver don’t, and there aren’t more than a few dozen days per year when you really wish you had some. Well, maybe more if you’re working from home.

So, now that summer is waning and we’re finally getting a few brisk (to coin a phrase) evenings, it’s time to put up a ceiling fan.

We’ve had the fan, and a between-the-joists bracket — for three or four months. Time to put it up.

And to learn, once again, why I don’t tackle these projects on my own.

Turn off the power, first.

Go up and pull off the existing, chintzy ceiling fixture.

Hmmm. Odd. I expected this to be a simple electrical box nailed to an adjoining joist. Well, there’s a joist, next to it, but no connector. Just some screws at the top.

Wait. Not screws. Rivets. Odd.

Call Jim, my Father-In-Law Master of Things Home Improvementish. He thinks its already mounted on some sort of bracket between the joists. Cool.

Assemble the fan. Big fan. Assembles easily, though.

Getting ready to mount it. Hmmmm, what’s this next step?

Remote control. Yes, this ceiling fan has a remote control. And that’s good, since we only have a single power line coming up here (otherwise we could have separate switches for light and fan). And the way that works … is with a modules the size of a garage door opener, with wires for the incoming power, then wires for the fan and light, and a little antennae for the remote control.

Y’see, this is really sort of a hybrid unit. It’s a ceiling fan with the wiring a ceiling fan would be. And it’s a remote control kit for a ceiling fan.

One problem. No way that little module is going to fit in the electrical box on the ceiling.

Okay, not a big problem. I can pry open some ceiling drywall next to the electrical box, make a slot for the remote unit to fit in, and still run the wires back through (I hope) to the box. Problem solved.

Cut, cut, cut. Be careful not to make anything that will be visible around the ceiling fan’s decorative bell around the electrical box.

Hmmmmm. That’s interesting. I can see up now past the electical box …

… and it’s simply has a hanger riveted to the top of it, that hanger in turn nailed to the joist. Seriously NFG to support a ceiling fan.

Damn.

Okay, drop back and punt. We’ll pull out the old electrical box, by brute force, then use the bracket-between-joists doodad up there, hang the enclosed electical box, all’s right with the world.

(What the hell is this old box made of? Some sort of bakelite, or quasi-ceramic material Weird.)

Okay. Slide the bracket-between-joists doodad up through the hole. This thing’s cool. It has a spiked bracket at each end to dig into the joist, and you turn the shaft in-between to extend it out. It starts out just short of 16″ — the usual distance for joists — and extends out to 24.

Unfortunately …

… the distance to the next joist is 11″.

Off to Home Depot to return that guy, see if there’s a different, shorter one. Alternative is to tear out more drywall, bracket/hang a 2×4 between the joists, and go from there. Or so suggests Jim, after another phoned consult.

A very, very helpful fellow at HD speculates that the bracket things — they have them there — could be cut down with a hacksaw. Duh. Buy a hacksaw for $5, come home, cut it off, lookin’ good …

…. And it’s time to go off and start off our new Star Wars campaign. Tale to be continued ….

Make Mine Molly

I love Molly Ivins. In a “I like to read what she writes” sort of way, not in any way that Margie needs to worry about. She’s witty, she’s clever,…

I love Molly Ivins. In a “I like to read what she writes” sort of way, not in any way that Margie needs to worry about. She’s witty, she’s clever, she’s incisive, and she’s not afraid to poke fun at anyone in the political spectrum — though most of her barbs tend to be aimed toward the right, which is just fine by me.

Yahoo! and Intellivu both carry her columns, but the home is at Creators Syndicate. You can find her current column at that site. A recent one (the most recent, at this writing) is “The Fatal Weakness of Libertarian Thinking”, a fine example of her wit and insight.

She wrote an entertaining biography of Dubya prior to the election, Shrub. I enjoyed it. Margie enjoyed it. My folks (staunch conservatives) enjoyed it. And we all probably had nightmares about it.

‘Tis the Season

No, not that season. For various reasons (Alpha class schedule, other stuff) Margie and I were serious slackers when it came to watching Buffy and Angel this past season. Lucky…

No, not that season.

For various reasons (Alpha class schedule, other stuff) Margie and I were serious slackers when it came to watching Buffy and Angel this past season.

Lucky for us, Doyce is as compulsive about taping them as I was about B5. And he has been noodging us to catch up. And more than noodging — making extraordinary efforts.

So this weekend, between basement cleaning and tree planting, we watched at least four or five Buffy eps, and two Angels. And FFed through a few more of each. I worry if we’ll be able to catch up, but it’s worth doing.

And, in return, I finally got around to loaning Doyce Season 3 of B5, and will be taping the Farscape stripping that SciFi is doing (though not this week, since it’s all on the tapes I already bought and loaned).

Media ‘R’ Us.

Listen, rinse, repeat

I have odd music-listening habits. When I start listening to something I enjoy, I listen to it again. And again. And again. Over, and over, and over again. Sometimes a…

I have odd music-listening habits.

When I start listening to something I enjoy, I listen to it again. And again. And again. Over, and over, and over again. Sometimes a single track, played on Repeat, the entire trip to and/or from the office.

Margie is very indulgent of me in this. It has to be pretty annoying. I think she chalks it up to one of my charming eccentricities, and a relatively harmless (if noisy) one.

For the last three or four months, it’s been John Barry‘s soundtrack to The Living Daylights. Barry is the king of James Bond movie soundtracks, and is noteworthy for them as well as for other such trivial soundtracks as Out of Africa, Dances with Wolves, The Lion in Winter, Born Free, Midnight Cowboy, Body Heat, Peggy Sue Got Married, Somewhere in Time, Howard the Duck (!), and many others. Once you know his style, it’s unmistakable, a lush, lyrical melange of violins, brass, and contrapuntal rhythm. (Indeed, if you are not aware of him as an artist, consider the above tunes plus most of the Bond soundtracks. You’ll probably recognize the commonality right there and then.)

When we had to provide music for our wedding video, we (well, I, but Margie agreed) selected his Moviola theme for the finale. Sweepingly romantic, strongly melodic … I can’t say enough about his work. Incredibly neat stuff. If I had to have someone composing the soundtrack for my life, it would be him.

Anyway, The Living Daylights soundtrack has some really fun, driving themes to it, including tunes done by The Pretenders and A-ha. Leaving out the soppy romantic tracks (which Barry also does extremely well, but which isn’t nearly as much fun cranked up on high as you go driving down the freeway), it’s rollicking good fun.

Has anyone ever noticed …

Has anyone ever noticed the similarity between Farscape’s Stark and The A-Team’s Howlin’ Mad Murdoch? They even look a little alike….

Has anyone ever noticed the similarity between Farscape‘s Stark and The A-Team‘s Howlin’ Mad Murdoch? They even look a little alike.

Templates

I’ve been tweaking my blogger template (if that wasn’t already obvious). Which meant I had to dig back into the old brain pan for my HTML knowledge, sadly atrophied with…

I’ve been tweaking my blogger template (if that wasn’t already obvious). Which meant I had to dig back into the old brain pan for my HTML knowledge, sadly atrophied with such tools as FrontPage, since that’s what the blogger template stuff requires. A fun exercise.

Watching Farscape this evening. Over the last year, it’s been about the only “Gotta watch it, go out of my way to watch it, or tape it, or whatever, gotta watch it” show on my schedule. (We’ve been reeeeealy negligent of Buffy/Angel this year, despite Doyce’ best efforts.)

Well, starting next week (maybe late week, maybe even next week), the ante gets upped, since SciFi is now stripping the earlier seasons of Farscape M-F. Which means (a) Margie and I need to watch them at 6 p.m. every weeknight, and (b) we need to tape them, so Doyce, who doesn’t get SciFi [cosmic balance for my not being able to get DSL, perhaps], can watch it.

On the bright side, I don’t have to buy any more Farscape tapes via Best.com.

Potpourri

An odd and interesting morning. I’m off today, since my company does a 4-9s-and-a-4 schedule, which on holiday weekends translates into 4-9s-and-an-8 the week before, and 4-9s the week of,…

An odd and interesting morning. I’m off today, since my company does a 4-9s-and-a-4 schedule, which on holiday weekends translates into 4-9s-and-an-8 the week before, and 4-9s the week of, which means 4-day weekends. And that’s enough numbers. Suffice it to say that it was nice not working today.

Margie went in, though, so I’m Mr. Mom this morning. Which isn’t bad. Aside from occasionally becoming clingy, Katherine’s a good Squiggy.

Got to work on my web page (which is progressing nicely, save my inability to FTP the damned thing up to my web site. I don’t know if that’s a DollarHost problem, or a too-many-hops problem between my notebook and them. Irritating.).

[Oops. Had to read to Katherine, change Katherine, and put her down for a nap.]

In the meantime, watching Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom, and (on AMC), Ft. Apache. The second Indy outing is only watchable as an Indy movie. John Ford’s western is good stuff, though, with Henry Fonda, John Wayne, and black-and-white glory.

1993

Amazon.com. Babylon 5. DVD. Pre-order. Today. The first DVD has both the pilot episode, The Gathering, and the TV movie In the Beginning, offered for only $15. Could that mean…

Amazon.com.
Babylon 5.
DVD.
Pre-order.
Today.

The first DVD has both the pilot episode, The Gathering, and the TV movie In the Beginning, offered for only $15. Could that mean that, when we get to the eps, we’ll actually get 3 or 4 eps per disk? That might make it worth it.

Btw, The Gathering shows as having a production date of 1993. Ye gods. A lifetime ago, almost literally for me. I mean, in 1993 I was doing Oracle DBA work in Pasadena, living in a condo in Phillips Ranch, CA, and married (rockily) to Cheryl. Now I’m an IT Manager in Denver, living in a house, with Margie my wife and Katherine my baby.

Wow.

Still a few constants. Mist, for one, who turns 10 this week. Comic books. My employer (if not my position).

Wow.

What I’ll regret if I replace my home-taped tapes with DVDs is (believe it or not) watching, via news blurbs, the progress of the whole OJ Simpson murder, trial, aftermath. Weird.

Down the Mysterly River

Down the Mysterly River A new book by Bill Willingham, best known (to me at least) as the comic book writer (and sometime-artist) of Elementals, Pantheon, and the, ah, mature…

Down the Mysterly River

A new book by Bill Willingham, best known (to me at least) as the comic book writer (and sometime-artist) of Elementals, Pantheon, and the, ah, mature title Ironwood. This is a juvenile story, a fairy tale adventure — but something adults can sink their teeth into as well. Really fun, oddly disturbing, well-recommended. I read it on the plane to/from this most recent business trip. It read quickly, but well. I plan on rereading it again.

StormWatch – Final Orbit

StormWatch – Final Orbit Wednesdays are comic book days at the local Mile High Comics (or, rather, the MHC that is between my office and my house). This week’s highlight…

StormWatch – Final Orbit

Wednesdays are comic book days at the local Mile High Comics (or, rather, the MHC that is between my office and my house). This week’s highlight is referenced at the link above — the “missing chapter” between Warren Ellis’ _StormWatch_ series and his _Authority_. A bit of a mishmosh, but unique in cross-over history in its impact on the Wildstorm universe, and some good bits to boot.

Off on business again

Off on business. Stayed at the beeyooteefull Marriott Courtyard Old Towne Pasadena last night. Decent enough place, clean sheets, fair-to-middlin cable, good (if pricy) breakfast, convenient location (if irritating parking)….

Off on business. Stayed at the beeyooteefull Marriott Courtyard Old Towne Pasadena last night. Decent enough place, clean sheets, fair-to-middlin cable, good (if pricy) breakfast, convenient location (if irritating parking).

However, their broadband access sucks. I’ve been staying there on and off for a year now (about the life of the hotel). Over the last two months, I’d say the broadband connection works about half the time. Can’t even get link on it. And since it’s with the same notebook and configuration, I don’t think that’s to blame.

So. Annoying.

Gave me the opportunity to watch The Mummy Returns, though, which has been on my list for a while. Glad I didn’t run out and pre-order the DVD. Oh, mind you, it was a decent enough action flick, with the requisite humor, horror, sfx, etc. It just felt like a pale copy of the original. The original was much better than I expected — this one was what I had expected from the original. Not much I can put my finger on — it just felt tired, bereft of ideas, bereft of the killer soundtrack of the original, thrown together in a conference. In fact, I’m probably being harsher on it than I should, because I really enjoyed the original.

Off home tonight, returning around midnight. I had been hoping to sleep in in the morning, go into the office late, but I have a conference call at 8, and miles to go, etc., etc.

Ah, well. Four day weekend coming up.

D&D Widower

So it’s funny. I’m a D&D Widower tonight. She’s over at Doyce’s, doing D&D, while I stay at home and take care of the baby. It’s … weird. Of course,…

So it’s funny. I’m a D&D Widower tonight. She’s over at Doyce’s, doing D&D, while I stay at home and take care of the baby. It’s … weird.

Of course, I’ve done the same thing in reverse. Though not much. And I’ll be doing Star Wars RPG without her. And we’ll still be gaming together. And I’ll be running my own game Real Soon Now Again.

Still, it’s weird. Kinda fun, though.