Needs more cowbell

It's almost midnight here, but I'm not asleep because I can't go to sleep until I've read, and I can't read because I'm about 100 pages away from the end of Book of Negroes and this book is so god damned depressing that I can't stand to read the rest. Don't get me wrong, it's a fantastic book, well researched, and with a really strong narrative voice in the main character; you just want to transport her through time to keep her safe and warm and give her back her freedom and dignity (not to mention her children). But I can tell that nothing good is going to happen between now and the end of the book and I just can't go on right now.

So, I'm playing on the Internet instead and I came across this acoustic cover of Get On Your Boots.



I really like it. It makes me wonder, though, The cover band (The Wrecking) uses two drummers, but U2 only has Larry [Mullen Jr.]. Does this mean that the song needs two drummers and that for the live performances they'll use backing tracks for some of the drums? Or, does it mean that Larry is as awesome as I have always suspected and he can do the work of two drummer boys?

Funny thing about me, but the name "Larry Mullen Jr." will forever be heard in my head as "Larry. Mullen. Junior." And if you care to know why, you should watch this performance of Angel of Harlem from the Rattle & Hum doc (I can't embed it, for some reason).

So, I've spent the last 20 minutes watching clips of Rattle and Hum, trying to find my favourites, but I want to put every single one up here. It's just too hard to choose. So I'll put this up, for no other reason that that I'd forgotten about this part of the movie. The song starts with a performance of Exit, which is one of the darkest, if not the darkest, U2 song. The album version starts off very slow, and quiet and it's very effective. I've read that this song was inspired by the works of Flannery O'Conner (if you're familiar with her, you'll know her writing is far from cheery), and what really makes it infamous is that there was a guy arrested for murder once who said that this is the song that told him to kill. The song ends in a cover of Van Morrison's Gloria. To me, the juxtaposition works.



And speaking of songs that make people kill, here's Bono taking back Helter Skelter.

Okay, I think that's enough copyright infringement for one night.

Crappiest generation of spoiled idiots

Celine sent me a link to this, and I can't figure out how to embed it, so I'll link to the place where I saw it originally. It's Conan and some guy I don't know. The guy is going on about how truly amazing our world is and how it's being wasted on the "crappiest generation of spoiled idiots." I couldn't have said it better myself.

To tide you over

I'm taking what feels like a mini vacation and staying with people on the Hali side of the harbour for a few days. I'll write more on it later. I just wanted to post two things.

1. An article on an interesting connection that I never really thought about before, between U2 and science fiction.

2. A shout out (or, rather, a "bravo!") to Alej for being the first to make themselves an official "follower" of my blog. I suppose I should have created some kind of incentive program to attract followers. The first 20 followers get free shout outs! Join now!

Happy V Day

If I had hardcopies of this, I'd send it to everyone I know and/or love. As it is, I'll put it here as an open valentine to all the wonderful people who read this site with any kind of regularity (4 and counting!).

Happy Birthday Darwin!

It rained all day (yes, I said rain, suck it Edmonton!) so I was unable to carry out my plan of disseminating Origin to the masses. Although, I did have to wait 20 minutes in Zellers for a prescription...I suppose I could have used that time more wisely, perhaps they would have let me use the PA system? Regardless, this year's Darwin Day was a bust. (Ooh! I just noticed that today's Google logo is Darwin inspired. Cute).

I did, however, commandeer the TV on Tuesday night and make my brother and sister-in-law watch the NOVA doc on the court trial to teach Intelligent Design. I'm not going to go into a huge rant about ID and how frustrating it is. I did that while I was watching. I think my family was getting tired of hearing me yell at the TV and slam my fists into the couch cushions. But how am I supposed to react when someone criticizes a biology textbook for being "laced with Darwinism"?

The doc is really good, even if you know the story already. I totally love the narrator, at one point he's describing ID as "scientific" and you can hear the finger quotes. If you've got nothing better to do tonight (and you probably don't, because Bones isn't on), watch it and yell at the ID people, and feel admiration for the high school teachers, and find yourself feeling a begrudging respect for the judge, despite his unsavoury connections to Bush.

Hey, "doc" is "cod," backwards.

Joss Whedon is My Master

Don't forget (like I almost did) that Dollhouse starts this Friday. It should be good, Joss has yet to let me down. I just hope they give this more of a chance than Firefly got.

Wicked

Copyrights are a funny thing. Like, after awhile they run out and anybody who wants to can take your intellectual property and turn it into something absurd like:

Or, they can turn it into something awesome like:

Which comes out this spring and apparently is ~80% original Austen. And there's going to be a movie! Oh, please, please, please let them cast Colin Firth!

For One Day Only...

...I wish I was back in Edmonton. Yes. I said it. And the reason is that Dal is doing absolutely nothing for Darwin Day. Not a single thing as far as I can tell. And not just Dal, all of Nova Scotia is lacking in Darwin celebrations. Back in Edmonton, though, U of A has, like, the geekfest of the millennium planned. Meanwhile, I'm going to have to read aloud from On the Origin of Species on a street corner, just so that when Darwin looks down on us from Heaven he doesn't think Nova Scotia doesn't like him.

Misc.

At "work" I feel really old, because I'm probably 7-9 years older than most my students. On Wednesday, my sister-in-law (from now on known as S., because her title is too long to type out all the time) and I went to a book club meeting at a local library branch. With the exception of S., I was the youngest in the room by a good 15 years. Such a contrast. I really need to hang out with people my age more! The book club was actually kind of fun, they were all really nice and sweet and totally went off topic a lot. And, boy, did some of those older ladies really hate The Other Boelyn Girl. I was going to suggest American Psycho as the book for May, but I may rethink that now.

The other day my niece was spelling out her and her brother's name on the fridge with magnetic letters. She can identify the letters, she just doesn't know the order, so you tell her which is next and she puts it in place. At some point, the magnets got pushed around and the names read "Suphie" and "Jock" which I thought would make great bizzaro world names for them.

RicMoo, a friend of mine from high school, has some comics online that I only just discovered, but here is my favourite:

The rest are here at: 0x2121.com.

Also, the 60 year old woman with twins? Crazy! Can you collect the baby bonus and old age pension at the same time? And that other chick in the states who is apparently addicted to having babies? What is it about kids that make women insane? She has 14 kids and still lives with her parents?!

Maybe I'll like the Grey Cup more?

Once, when I was a little girl, I ran into the kitchen and yelled to my mom: "Look at me mom! I'm Doug Flutie!" Thus began and ended my affection for football.


I've never watched the Superbowl before, but I watched it on Sunday because the family members that are currently supporting me during my unemployment invited some people over and my options were a) sit alone in my room, or b) watch the Superbowl with some drunk people and have a little fun. Only one of us really even liked football, and the rest of us were just watching for no real good reason, as far as I could tell. We made quarter bets on things like first point, first touchdown, first commercial after kick-off, etc. Having no prior knowledge of football, I felt at a bit of a loss. But when I was told that the Cardinals were the underdog, I knew they would win. If a lifetime of inspirational sports movies has taught me anything, it’s that the favourite to win will do well in the first half, but the underdogs will rally in the second half and be triumphant. So, I placed all my bets based on that philosophy. For a while there, it looked like that was a great move, but then in the last few minutes, the other team pulled ahead and my underdogs lost. So sad. I’m down 50 cents.

I gotta say, football makes no sense to me, and I’ll probably never make any effort to learn anything more about it. I mean, if I watch it once every 20+ years, what’s the point? Did you know that some of what we see on the TV screen doesn’t appear on the field? Like, there are lines and signs that we see, but they aren’t there in real life. And the coach for the winning team was very young, and looked like Foreman from House. There was one really funny part, where one of the Cardinals made a leap to tackle someone (I presume) and totally missed, so he was basically just throwing himself on the ground with gusto, nowhere near the action. Oh! And NBC does this thing, when the stats for the players come up, they show little headshots of the players – but they don’t show still pictures, it’s like a film clip of the players staring into the camera and trying not to move and sometimes they blink and some of them were really freakin’ scary looking.

And the commercials sucked, but that’s because we had the Canadian feed, so there was commercials for Dartmouth Sportsplex and some local Liberal guy. Hardly entertaining. I’ve since read that the Springsteen halftime show is being called the best in Superbowl history. My ass. I haven’t seen all the Superbowl halftime shows, but there’s no way there isn't at least one more entertaining that Bruce Springsteen running crotch-first into the camera. And I’m not just saying that because U2 did the halftime show in 2002 (as a 9/11 tribute, no less). I will say that the post-bowl episode of The Office had the single funniest opening EVER in an Office episode. In fact, the first half was probably the funniest 20 minutes the Office has ever done. And that's saying something.