catch up

I am playing "catch up" with Wil Wheaton's podcast for Memories of the Futurecast. Currently listening to the episode recap of "Haven" in which Ted Knight shows up, we play a drinking game, and have a little fun with reflections of school days all at once. This was a blast to listen to and I can't wait to get home and burn these episodes so that I can geek out at work. :)

CNN interruption: Jogger Killed by a Plane.

Did that just skip anybody else's record? I thought so.

So back to Memories of the Future. This is all win and totally Epic Geek. The fun thing about Wil is that he is the fulcrum of all things geeky in which we can get all Darmok and Jelad at Tenagra with each other and any one who isn't a geek is left out of all the specialness. It is an exclusive club. But it is a huge club. And I'm going to have a great time being a geek and using all my geeky powers to sheild the laundry room from an invasive species of Curmudgeon.

www.memoriesofthefuturecast.com/2009/11/memories-of-the-future-cast-episode-eleven.html
Go. Listen. Enjoy. Laugh your ass off and then thank me.

indemic indeed

Every once in a while I derail a conversation. Sometimes it happens when my brother and I are talking about a part of a movie that seemed to make no sense to him because the script presents information as factual that is incongruous with what he knows. For example, the verse that the Padre quotes in Stigmata about breaking open a stone and finding Christ there. It does not appear in the canonical Catholic Bible but it is presented as scripture and as fact. Both of which it is. So, as I am still reading something that his wife gave me, I am also explaining that the verse comes from the Gospel of Thomas which is an apocraphal book containing simple lines of what in our era would be considered "The Quoteable Jesus" published by the same people who bring you "______________for Dummies". Had I remembered how much it freaks him out when I do that I would not have explained who wrote it, where it was found and described the language that it was written in (aramaic, for those of you keeping score at home) and that a recent publication has stirred controversy within and without the Roman catholic community on its standards of translation and dissemination. It's a very Sheldon thing to do. And when I do it I have a very Data way of speaking that I used to be unaware of. But what really derails things is that he'll just look at me like he just watched aliens blow up the White House. I usually snap back into my own weird brain and say "What?" To which he says. "How do you know that?" And then I really freak him out.... "Because I have a copy." And sometimes it happens when the gang at work is discussing the whole Mayan prophecy thing. Which happens with more frequency as we approach the great cosmic restart button. Invariably someone mentions asteroids and planet X and before I realize what I am doing, I've launched into a mini lecture with footnotes on Apophis, Nibiru, Hoagland's theories on the Martian Monuments and something derogatory said about the current Minister of Antiquities in Cairo. "How do you know all that?" And at that point I only manage a cleverly inarticulate "Um...." before I hide behind the veil of red curls I've cultivated expressly for that purpose.
I hate to do that. It has become such an automated feature that I'm at the end of the mini lecture before I realize that a part of me, the Leonard Hofstader part of me, is screaming at me to shut up. One of the reasons that I am still single is that I do it on dates. Granted they are just coffee dates and most of them have been eliminated from round two before they order their drink based on the feeling I get from their energy and chakras. I've been out with more people in the last 6 months who think geeks are awesome, who want a trekkie girl, than I thought existed on the face of the planet. But I think they are expecting a Deanna Troi and hoping for a little Tasha Yar and not the quirky mix of Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson, Data and Sheldon. I know no one is expecting a Sheldon Cooper.
[facepalm]
I curse my indemic memory

wow. speaking of blowing up the White House. Pandora is now playing the main theme from Independence Day... what a funny funny Universe.

easy reference guide

This totally is not my invention. It belongs to the gang at Big Bang Theory. I am putting it here so that I always know how this silly thing works. My niece and I bond on yet another level that puts my brother somewhere outside of space-time.

Anecdotal evidence suggests that RPS opponents familiar with each other will tie 75-80% of the time due to a limited number of outcomes. So Sheldon suggests the following modification to the traditional RPS rules of engagement, henceforth known as the RPSLS Resolution.

scizzors cuts paper
paper covers rock
rock crushes lizzard
lizzard poisons spock
spock smashes scizzors
scizzors decapitates lizzard
lizzard eats paper
paper disproves spock
spock vaporizes rock
and as always... rock crushes scizzors.

Sunny Day

chasing the clouds away....

There is a strange and wonderful thing in these lives we live called Paradox. I am thick in the middle of one that pleasantly winds itself around my days like a mobius strip and seems as though it should be as complicated as a cat-wound yarn ball. I suspect the fluidity of time and the impact of my metaphysical studies on the conscious mind is all that seperates me from a super freak out of galactic proportions. Three years ago I owuld have been chasing the whys and the wherefors until I was dizzy enough to puke or could understand Vogon poetry. Well... poetry of anykind. Today, and thankfully from this moment on, I have a peace about this paradox that supercedes any neurosis.

Bazinga!