Monday, June 30, 2008

Saturday was the best fishing trip I've been on, as is perhaps best evidenced by the amount of beer and liquor that remained when we returned to the dock. When the fish bite like that, there just isn't as much time for drinking! We brought home somewhere in the neighborhood of 110# of stripped bass, and were letting keepers go unless they were at least two inches over the 28 inch minimum. We spent 6 hours on "The Races" in the fog off of Provincetown, and landed no less than 16 stripers (all but 9 released), 4 large bluefish (all released), and a suprisingly daring rock crab (released and presumed devoured by stripers before making it to the bottom).

My favorite of the day started out with my friend Todd joking that if my next fish was a bass Jill and I would have a girl, and if it was a boy I'd haul in a bluefish. Shortly after that, I hooked up with a patheticly tiny fish I assume was a juvenile striper. I had to reel in what felt like a mile of line just to get him off the hook, but after about 30 seconds the tip of my rod jerked downward forcefully as something big struck my distressed little catch. I managed to set the hook AGAIN, and had a good fight for the next ten or fifteen minutes as I brought the fish in. He broke the surface several times on the way, thrashing in an attempt to throw the hook, but I kept the line taught and got him almost all the way back to the boat. The monster blue was about 15 feet from the boat when he jumped one last time, slipped off the hook, and rocketed away. I caught a striper AND a bluefish, but landed neither. I guess we'll have to wait for tomorrow's ultrasound to find out any more about the baby.
hullo bloo mundy...
This Week is the Hardest Weak.
Days, Daze, Dais to come.

A Moment of "Haiku", reflecting my calendar.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

And I'd like to thank y'all too...the Summer is a wonderful time.

Pucks Will Smoke,
Gnomes Will Poot,
Pods Will Rawk.

I'm too happy being lazy in the Summer of '08!


I'm still vigorously posting...just if you're lacking, have a heart.

I'd like to than y'all...for never really pimping anything. I mean that.


Friday, June 27, 2008

Goin' out deep sea fishing tomorrow. Woo hoo!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Prior to our acquisition by NetApp, the 800 lb. gorilla of Network Attached Storage and up-and-coming SAN giant-killer, my startup company was upstairs from a business called "BzzAgent", who specialized in word of mouth advertising. I was curious how that worked, so I checked out their web page and ended up signing up as an agent. That basicly meant they'd send me stuff I was interested in, if I agreed to try it out and tell people what I thought about it in return for points I could redeem for prizes.

I got comped some good stuff out of the deal, including free food, a high-end electric toothbrush, and several bottles of liquor. I told them about the discussions I'd had, and eventually had enough points to trade in for a nice showerhead for my new bathroom, and a Nalgene bottle. Since they just partnered with "MyPoints" though, my redemption options have expanded into gift certificates and interesting stuff like frequent flyer miles. I'm excited about the latter, and blew my whole load on them. At the rate I'm going, Jill and I will be taking a free trip to Hawaii sometime in the next year or two. Hopefully the grandparents will want to baby-sit. :)

In any case, I thought you might be interested in trying it out for yourself at the bzzagent website.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

You have no clue.


the comics gnome presents...moving pictures, moving panels

The Comics Gnome went a-walkin' again. He's out there. Hey, the weather's nice and the birds are chirping. He's good enough to send postcards. I love postcards.

Since he left me on my own, I have to think of something to poot. Ah jeez...

"More than nine months after Warner Bros. acquired the rights to Robotech, the big-screen adaptation of the anime classic has a new writer: heavy hitter Lawrence Kasdan, who’s responsible for such screenplays as Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi."
Source: Newsarama


Robotech, for me, was something very special. It is also facinating in terms of rights and story. Three unrelated anime were stitched together into one show, one continuity. It worked to boot. An American producation company in the early 1980s bought the distribution rights...and literally dubbed three different shows into one story. ROBOTECH as a franchise was a golem. I remember buying Model Kits of Mecha that was never in the show.

Talos of the Robotech Defenders Revell Model Kit distribution property. I brought him to summer camp with me one year...he was about the size of a teddy bear, jeez.

Well...the most popular of the Japanese shows sewn into this fabric was MACROSS...the First Robotech Generation.

MACROSS was a juggernaut in Japan. The soundtracks sold well. It featured several Motion Picure releases. It was a bonafide hit. It had nothing to do with what American kids think of as ROBOTECH. This was the ameoba before the chicken/egg.

Nonetheless...the Property, the Idea survived. Robotech has endured. I don't touch the stuff now but it's good to know they're still out there...addicted to Protoculture.
Hark...a movie I hear. Written by Lawrence Kasdan? Uhhhh...wow. Can I start getting excited now? Who's flying the Skull-One? HUZZAH!!!


Friday, June 13, 2008

The use of theater as a word meaning "a place or sphere of enactment of usually significant events or action" dates back hundreds of years. According to the online etymology dictionary, that usage was first seen in 1581... scarcely more than 20 years after the word "theatrical" was first used to refer to the dramatic. It may seem distasteful, but the meaning you have an issue with isn't a new euphemism dreamed up by the pentagon, but rather a well established usage of the word.

Much like "set", "pick", "stage", and "drum", there are a number of perfectly valid usages of "theater" that have nothing to do with the performing arts. It seems silly to me to be upset about the existance and use of a homonym, but I suppose you're entitled to your feelings.
Wow... concept cars don't get much sexier than this morph-on-the-fly fabric-skinned number from BMW. Gina Light Visionary

I especially like the headlights... which you can see at about 2:40.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Reposted from the Acme Band's blog - www.myspace.com/theacmeband


Hey everybody!

Andy here again for another rawkin' wednesday.

Today I've got something to get off my chest. I'm not usually that kind of guy, and I like to talk about fun things in my blog, but I can't help it today I guess.

It's a stupid little complaint, but one that hits close to home for me. I was listening to NPR this morning and they were talking about the Iraq War. And there's a lot I could say about that, and ask any of the Acme Band and we're against the war (well, except maybe Hamlin, but I've never quite understood him so I just don't get into it) and there's a lot I could say against the war and the way it's been fought and sold to the public, etc. But one thing just gets me. It's the word they use to describe a specific battleground - a specific area where a battle has taken place. The word they use for it makes me cringe everytime, as if they're trying to steal it from me. It's my word. It's a beautiful word, and it's one that should not get mixed up with a place where people get massively killed.

The word is "theater".

To me, and I expect many people, the word "theater" makes me think of art, beauty, expression, community. About a group of people gathering in a dark room to experience something beautiful, to communicate and connect and to feel magic. Theater is about being captivated and transported, about bringing together, NOT blowing apart.

Every time I hear someone use it, I think "how DARE they?" How dare they drag one of the most wonderful means of human expression ever devised down into the muck and mud and tar and blood of war? Why must everything be ground into the same gristle? Theater is used to work out the complex emotions around war, not the place in which the war is fought.

It makes me think that it's yet another way in which people selling and leading the war try to dumb-down the horribleness of it. Like "friendly fire", if a battle takes place in a "theater", it's just pretend, just acting, not the realm of horrible death and violence.

I don't know how this word got started being used in war terms, but I bet it was pretty recent - I think probably World War II. How is it possibly appropriate? It doesn't suggest a battleground to me, except to diminish the gravity of it by framing it like a play. War is not a play. It is all too real, and all too grisly and sad.

We've made friends with a great guy that's a friend of our manager, Sully - he runs a blog called Channel Ocho and he is making a list of "101 things that should not exist". I think using "theater" to refer to war is DEFINITLEY one of them. And I want to somehow figure out a way to take back that word for the beauty that is in it, the sense of connection and community, of exploration and understanding and expression. It's the people that live by those concepts that will be putting the world back together after the double-speaking chickenhawks blow it apart.


Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Come and visit my friend Kelly's Blog, "Bemused in the Bluegrass".

She "wow's" me. With the simple pixel she renders into copy....

From Kelly's Memorial Day post...it's a shame she don't want to make little people like herself because I think she herself is wickid cool...

The Memorial Day Rant...from her Blog footnoted>

Monday, May 26, 2008

Memorial Day
A few years ago I had to sit through the funeral of a kid my age. This guy was kind of an asshole, in the way that most high school boys are assholes. He was on the wrestling team, very cute, obnoxious, got away with terrible breath. I was two grades behind him, and had trouble breathing normally when, after the break up of some awful cops-chasing-us-through-the-woods kind of party, his hands came at me in the dark northerly portions of a friend's barn. He was most assuredly cheating on some pretty girl or another. And there's nothing particularly fabulous about the coming of age shit that happens in the northerly parts of barns amidst handled bottles of brown liquor and red plastic cups. However, on every Memorial Day, I think of him. I'm really not sure how this 26 year old kid falling from a blown up helicopter thousands of miles from home helps America. So, this is me, remembering our fallen, in my journal that is NOT on the internet, which I feel like putting up here now:

The church is so white your eyes hurt. At noon the sun is right above it, and the steeple is constructed so that the shadow cast is a long cross, falling over everyone who passes under it. It is late fall; the trees are mostly dead. The leaves on the ground are mustard and the now only occasional brilliant red maple leaf. I’m wearing borrowed shoes, with toilet paper stuffed up into the toe. My heel keeps slipping and I’m holding onto a boyfriend’s hand. We join the line three yards from the church, watching the cross spread out over the mourners. The governor is there, shaking hands solemnly. I pass under the shadow, and refuse his hand, as he gracefully rolls away to another hand. He says anyway, “I’m sorry.”

Travis’s casket passes through the aisle, preceded and followed by incense and prayer. The hymn books are straight in their pockets on the pew backs. The wood is making me sit too straight. I don’t look at anyone. My feet are hurting and I can see the back of Travis’s mother’s head. Her lines are soft and slouched. The governor sits with the family.

The family speaks. The clergy speak. The governor talks about honor and country and freedom and love of one’s family and nation and fellow men. I roll spit around in my mouth. The boyfriend squeezes my hand. I say, “Bastard” and start to cry in the quiet way you cry at funerals.

At the close of the whole thing they play Bob Dylan. We all walk out behind him, his mother holding the folded flag in her fingers like a dirty sock. The squeal of the harmonica bounces around the rafters. And I can see Travis in his flannel shirt and ripped jeans with a guitar across a campfire. His face blurry and warm through the heat. It smells like the woods, like pine and thick, dark, meaty soil.
Posted by Kelly H at 8:03 AM 2 comments

Monday, June 09, 2008

The Comics Gnome POOTED! Something Too Big To Hold in...

DC ONE MILLION by Grant Morrison, et al.

I did this. Not the Comics Gnome. What? OK...

This is what happened.

I was in the FunnyBook Bodega on a Wednesday Afternoon with Kiwi. She needed a Fresh Stack. The Comics Gnome was out with his Bag O' New Funnies and Delivering. Leah & I had the afternoon off and preceeded the Bodega with Margaritas. It was a while since we've seen the other.

But these two Graphic Novels I was allowed to POOT...not the Gnome. Well...he doesn't know. Well he didn't until about a second ago...

one will be a major release this summer.
You don't know but OCHO's very own Karen Mae & Dr. Hooey are writing a script. Mty suggestion is a centrifuge. A novel and let me adapt into a funnybook...but iDigress... I mean how many funnybooks get made into a movie??? They're only pre-fab storyboards...

WANTED by Mark Millar & J.G. Jones. A "What If..." The Bad Guys Won. Soon to be a major film release starring Angelina Jolie & Morgan Freeman.

But also FELL by Warren Ellis & Ben Templesmith

Pay Attention, Mouth Breathers...here coomes the narrative caption:

The Comics Gnome visited a friend named Luke. Luke then started getting his own funnies. Now Luke's giving me funnies that I haven't read. Wow...talk about full f**ing circle.

Luke...for his sins gave him some GRANT MORRISON to chew on. Through the Gnome...I now understand what Grant is saying...now I'm sharing.

I gave Luke to warm up the above DC ONE MILLION by Grant Morrison. Luke reported that, "he liked the JLA stuff". He admitted HATING the superhero stuff and also did not like Grant's "expository" NEW X-MEN.

NEW X-MEN by Grant Morrison, 2001-2004

So...next he's getting more mind-twisting for Gramt Morrison...courtesy of me, not the Comics Gnome. I don't think the Gnome is this evil...

ANIMAL MAN TPB #3...also filed in the CRISIS longbox...


I love the Beatles reference.
Regardi ing INVISIBLE this, " It was with The Invisibles, a work in three volumes, that Morrison would start his largest and possibly most important[2] work. The Invisibles combined political, pop- and sub-cultural references. Tapping into pre-millennial tension, the work was influenced by the writings of Robert Anton Wilson, Aleister Crowley and William Burroughs and Morrison's practice of chaos magic."
wiki link, 29 May 2008

So...all this copy...what's it mean?

Go and Feed Your Head.

I spent friday flying back East from a week of business related meetings and seminars in California, and found myself with hours of flight delays on the leg from Denver to Boston. I struck up an interesting conversation with a massage therapist/EMT who was violating (post spinal surgery) doctor's orders prohibiting flying so that she could be at the bedside of her ailing mother.

Our talk revolved around the problems facing modern America... starting with overextended health care professionals and venturing into topics ranging from kids who don't know how to play outside to housing, fuel shortages, obesity, and selfish entitlement. What was interesting to me wasn't so much that we talked about the problems, but that we talked about what could be done to address them, and where we saw the world we might hope to live in 50 years down the road.

We saw most of these problems as the result of how the world, particularly the western world, had been living for the past 100 years or so. It struck us that the people who lived prior to that era lived lifestyles that were largely sustainable if effort intensive. It seemed that a return to that lifestyle, if coupled with adoption of the best practices from the industrial and information ages, might give us a world that succeeded both in delivering the "better life" promised by technology and in diverting our apparently drain-circling path.

We envisioned a world where it wasn't at all uncommon for people to grow their own hydroponic vegetables and (if they have a rooftop or patch of land) maybe even raise some chickens. A world of sailing ships with radar, telecommunications balloons, biodegradable cellulose-based plastics in the compost pile, solar powered wi-fi, electric cars, savings accounts, and energy efficient homes. A return to self-sufficiency, personal responsibility, and frugality, and the sunset of redundant packaging, conspicuous consumerism, and liability paranoia.

Of course, few people (at least in urban centers) are prepared to live like that, and it wouldn't be likely to be a transition free of pain and suffering. Nevertheless, if the status quo isn't sustainable, sooner or later change will come whether we like it or not. I'm starting to see the signs already... it's been tough to find a store that can keep vegetable seeds on the shelves lately.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

iRawk...Therefore iPod!

Ripping Off Edition

Get it...ripping off? Oh whatever...please read these words from the Jesus of the IntrePoop, Mr. Warren Ellis Himself.

Post #6008 by Warren Ellis on June 6th, 2008 in shivering sands
The things the internet have done to music continue to fascinate me.

In times past, people recorded for radio — that is, they recorded in a way that would sound good on medium-wave broadcasting, because BBC Radio 1, the nation’s way of discovering music, broadcast on 275 and 285 on the medium wave. FM was, for a long time, reserved for the Chart Show on Sundays, where Radio 1 took Radio 2’s FM slot for two hours. (Or was it an hour and a half?) This is one reason why there wasn’t any bass in British pop music for years and years. It didn’t broadcast all that well. Pop music was incredibly toppy for a long time; you only got real bass in clubs and at gigs.

Today, it’s the middle stretch that goes missing. Mp3 preserves the top and the bottom, but the centre loses nuance in the compression. And now I’m hearing people record for mp3. People are starting to complain about it — click around and you’ll find ”audiophiles” wishing for FLAC and Ogg that preserves more of the music. It’s just another cycle. Sooner or later, we’ll have another moment as in ‘87/’88 when people discovered bass again, and everything else sounded kind of insipid in comparison.

Not that it’ll happen in a big wave next time. The other interesting thing is the immediacy and fractioning of musical movements. In (say) 1988, you could feel it coming. (In actual fact, there were two things coming — in addition to acid, there was a reinvention of guitar music). Genesis P-Orridge has talked about this a little bit, the weird surge in the air that took him to Jack The Tab. In those days, big cultural shifts were a slow wave passing over the planet, moving at the speed of postage and club nights and the occasional phone call. And they came, at best, one or two at a time. And they caught up everybody.

What’s changed is the speed of communication and the speed at which new music can be experienced. So today we no longer wait for the breakers to hit every 11 years (roughly: rock, 55. Psychedelia, 66. Punk, 77. Acid, 1988). Instead, micro-movements pop up every month. Some new eddy in the hardcore continuum, MySpacey chavpop, The Fonal Sound, British ”dark folk,” the spooktronics crowd being drawn to the Miasmah label (and too many more to mention)… far more plentiful than “scenes” in the past, geographically scattered and inspiring the sort of mad group inspiration and evolution that you used to only find at the top of big New Sound cultural events.

Everything is happening, all the time, very fast. I like that.

Friday, June 06, 2008

a video pick from me...

from Sully Tunes No. 1

you can take this more ways than a Sunday Morning...

I Needed To Say This Today...


(postscript 6/6/08; 6:40PM ...wow...I can't tell you how absolutely wickid hammered I was when I posted this at 1AM after coming home from the Red Sox game...I am a huge Buffy fan and Sour Girl is one of my favorite songs. I had never seen the video before in its entirety before last night...I musta watched it 4 times in a row with the headphones on...gawd I hope I wasn't singing...)

Thursday, June 05, 2008


June 5, 2008
By Rev. Sully

Red Wings Fly High!
aka: Compelled to Talk Pooh!

Compulsion...a wonderful happenstance. Congruent ideas...Choice meets Design. The Force calls out to you...and you listen. Walking home from visiting the family, I stroll past the Local Public House with a mighty rumbly tumbly as Pooh Bear defined. A Pint of Guinness and a Rueben Sammich thick as The Bible, I swear. I heeded my master's call...I took in for a spell. And happened upon a lively bar, I took to the corner seat nearest the front door...an excellent place for a man and his thoughts & his book, "The Tao of Pooh". TV Screens were everywhere so I was watching both the 4th inning of the Red Sox game but the 2nd Period of Game 6...the Stanley Cup Final.
Eventually the entire "Pooh's" corner is occupied. And so happened that the convergence of these particular 4 people resulted in 1 dinner's worth of hockey conversation.

Dramatis Personae:
1 local guy, played lots growing up.
1 bald, aspiring Bohdisvatta trying to get over his attachments, especially to Guinness.
And 1 Young Couple; man from Michigan therefore a Wings fan and her from Dallas who remembered every player from the '99 Cup team.
All Hockey Fans.

We chatted up fierce! We roared at the TV for both 2nd period goals, 1 DET and 1 PIT. We hoisted our pints and toasted HOCKEY! HUZAAH! We really did. In the middle of a Sox game to boot...in June. That's why we call it "the Second Season". We never exchanged names, I recall...no introductions. We were all into our own thing nonetheless we were all there doing the same thing...so our energies blended. I got Experience Points (aka XP on your roleplaying games) for remarking about Sidney Crosby beard...then defending my statement with a pop culture reference saying how Crosby's "beard" really did make them all look like the TV Show "Band of Brothers"...but iDigress...Crosby will be old enough to go to the Local Public House this August.

I ended up with 3 pints in me and a huge sammich! I think the leftovers are calling me right now with some eggs & hot coffee. Is it ironic to find hockey fans out of the blue like that especially on the last game this season? Plus the bartender was cool to boot. I might make that my "new" seat at the bar. Pooh's Corner...as Pooh Himself would say, "let's see what friends show up". He had Hunny Pots...I got Guinness Pints. The Pub also has really good chili...

I watched the end of the 3rd period at home, alone on the couch. By the time the Red Wings were passing the Cup around, teammate to teammate one of my roommates was snacking on a pint of Ben & Jerry's before bed. Nonetheless, the last plays of the 3rd period...Pittsburgh closing the lead to 1 goal. The last rush...the attempt at tying by the Pens...amazing. I am so glad I caught most of this game. I felt the Great Spirit nudge me to go watch a little Sox and get fed...I ended up with another great hockey story. While I'm at it, I'd also like to thank God for puppies, cherry blossoms, Guinness Stout and my Grandma. Seriously. And thanks for another great Stanley Cup Final. That was really fun. These guys liked my joke, "Hockey is God's Sport...On the Eighth Day, God Was Bored so God Created Canadians". I didn't get to the Ying & Yang part...sorry.


Rev. Sully

All Statistic used in this Smoking PUCK are courtesy of NHL Dot Com’s Statistics page. In the words of Doctor Hooey, “RTFM”.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Special Interruption for an old-fashioned Dr. Hooey-Style Rant!

From the Acme Band Blog proudly pimped here at Channel OCHO...

I bring to you a rant to be filed under "iRawk...Therefore iPod!" for the sake of posterity & continuity. From the mind of Acme Band lead guitarist Milo Fatouros comes a brain grenade that'll have you picking mental shrapnel from your skull all day long.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Ok, one more time

... for those not paying attention or insisting on living in denail because they have something to gain from it...

... music piracy is theft.


Ok? You may not like it, you may have a problem with it, you may think that it should be another way, and hell I agree with you. But if you rip someone else's CD to add to your collection, you have stolen that CD. If you load up your music library from your friend's hard disks, you are stealing those recordings. You are stealing the work of that musician.

Yes, I'm a musician, so yes this hits close to home, but come on, if you made your livelihood out of creating something, and someone swiped one without paying, you'd be pissed and want to be paid. Why is this so hard to understand?

Yes, the labels get a cut, the distributors get a cut. The artist DOES get robbed tho, when you pirate, in both concrete and subtle ways. Not only are they out the money for that one album, but their sales count is lower, which might get them booted from their label. It happens all the time. So you might be sabotaging a musician you like.

You pay the artist by coming to shows? Thanks for coming to shows! Really, it's great and if you come to my show I'd shake your hand and thank you, but still, that doesn't compensate for the loss. It really doesn't. I know the RIAA are making things 100 times worse, but you don't have to sink to their level. It doesn't get them back for you to pirate. The RIAA is hurting musicians too with their tactics, and we've already seen that settlement money for RIAA cases does not go to artists, but still, it's not a solution. Take the high road!

People are just so complacent about it. I was selling my old CD's at our shows on our little mini-tour last week. Someone bought one, and their friend said to them "oh cool, I should get one". And the friend said "no, don't worry, I'll rip it for you". RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

I said nothing at the time and I regret that so I'm saying it now. Music piracy is theft. I agree we need a good alternative. iTunes is a step in the right direction but it is not ideal. But come on, just because you don't want to spend the money and it's so convenient to have all that music without effort, don't get pissed because people like me force you to reconsider your actions. Thank you for being into music enough to seek it out, but let's try to get through this uncomfortable transition period in the music business in one piece, ok? Good music is worth paying for - voting with your dollars is the best way to keep the bands you like in business. Musicians should be able to make a living, because believe me, it's really hard to focus on creating when you have to spend so much time working at another job. Please don't steal music. Please don't degrade its value by making it such a petty commodity. Music is sacred. It's the oldest human invention and just because the corporations in control try to water it down, it's the hearts and minds of listeners that keep it alive, that keep it special. Please do not put a stain on it by getting it through the sketchy approach of piracy.

Ladies & Gentlemen...

Mr. Bo Diddley has left the building.

"Luminous beings are we...not this crude matter" -Yoda