Sunday, October 16, 2011

On Repo Man.

I've noticed a distinct pattern whenever I mention my favorite punk-movie-about-dead-aliens-in-a-1964-Chevy-Malibu (admittedly a rather small genre). Inevitably, the person asks if it's that movie with Jude Law about stealing people's organs. "No," I say. "Not Repo Men, Repo Man." Every gorram time. Clearly this country is is need of cultural education.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

On Cluster Earworms.

OK, this is a new one. I've certainly had my fair share of earworms, but rotating earworms for every day of the week? Listen to Lady Gaga's "The Fame Monster" a few times, and you too can have a different song stuck in your head for every day of the week! Yes, this constitutes an endorsement. Nothing makes PMCSing HEMTTs go by faster than humming "The Fame." No, sir.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

On Sharp Knives, Redux.

Just touched up the ol' Zero Tolerance 0360 on the Sharpmaker. The 40 degree, freehanding an additional 5 onto the right side (for some reason, the bevel is 20/25) works pretty well.

In wholly unrelated news, my left arm has strange bald patches on it. Perhaps I should go to sick call or something.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

On Remakes.

Some of us out there have fond memories of the original Syndicate. Arguably the grandaddy of the modern sandbox game (a whole city to wander around in, hijacking cars, shooting it out with the cops, and generally causing mayhem - does this sound familiar?), and with a perfectly executed cyberpunk aesthetic (insofar as there is a complete lack of idealism, and any suggestion of such is ruthlessly mocked). It was superior to Grand Theft Auto in at least one respect - you could carry along a device that brainwashed civilians into following your agents around and mimicking your movements. One amusing tactic (after gunning down an enemy tactical squad) was to persuade a bunch of pedestrians, march them over the pile of corpses and weapons, and have them arm themselves up, then use them as first-wave cannon fodder against the next enemy tactical squad. Ruthlessly amoral? Check.

Apparently, it's being remade as a first-person shooter.

About five years ago this would have sent me into apoplectic fits of nerd rage, but there are two mitigating factors: one, I've grown up enough to not really give a shit, and two, they hired Skrillex (freakin' Skrillex!) to remix the action theme from the original.

At this point, as long as the game is competently executed and has a persuadertron I'll be happy.

Monday, October 3, 2011

On Hill Sprints.

I think I've found my favorite leg PT thus far. What exercise will reduce a fresh, well-rested physique into quivering jello and incipient upchucking in the space of five minutes? Sprinting up 30% grades, of course! Charge up hill, walk down hill, repeat until your legs tell you in no uncertain terms to fuck off.

Basking in the narcotic haze of endorphins released afterwards is of course an ancillary bonus.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

PX Win.

Seen at Camp Casey PX, Republic of Korea:

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got me some catching up to do.


There's nothing like manhandling 18 tons and 500 horsepower of Wisconsin muscle over terrain that looks like a scale model of the Norwegian fjords. Bonus points for reaching a significant percentage of the 30% side slope limit.