Ok, figure this one out . . .

There have been strange doings in our neighborhood. Some of you may recall that a couple of months ago Mikelle reported that a call girl mysteriously knocked on our door, took one look at us, and said she had the wrong house.

A silly case of a hastily written address? Honest mistake? That's what we thought, and we found it oh-so-amusing.

But wait, there's more . . .

Yesterday, our neighbors came over to explain their recent "security" issues (I wasn't here, but Mikelle met them). Apparently they've received four visits over the past few months from, you guessed it, call girls who have the wrong house. Apparently it's even different girls each time. They are totally freaked out, and have purchased an expensive new security system. They're convinced that someone is trying to "case" the neighborhood to see who's home at what time.

I am more baffled by the events. Consider:

• Wouldn't it be easier to sit in a van and watch people coming and going? The "call girl method" can't be the most efficient.
• If I were "casing" a neighborhood, I'd try not to attract attention to myself. Sending random call girls to knock on doors isn't exactly subtle.
• Mikelle asked the girl if she wanted to come in and use the phone. She said "no" and walked away without so much as looking at the interior of our house. Again--when casing, it's probably a good idea to get inside the place and evaluate the loot.
• If you were casing (I just like using that word), would you do it for almost two months? I mean, it's not exactly Ocean's Eleven here--we have a few crappy things, but no Hope Diamond or anything.
• I tend to think that this is someone's idea of a joke. And while it's a little bit funny to send call girls to suburban homes (sort of an adult upgrade to sending 100 pizzas to a friend's house in high school), but I would think that you could do it exactly once before the call girl powers that be ignore it as a prank, or send someone to break-a-you-legs.

Does anyone have any insight into why this might be happening? If this were an episode of CSI, I'd turn it off as an implausible fiction. Why is our neighborhood so weird?

--TinFoil Out

The Red Eye

About to go to the airport for the dreaded red-eye flight. It was the only way to get to Dayton in time for the awards dinner without missing 2 days of work. I don't really sleep on planes, but I'll try my damndest to see what a bit of Scotch and Benadryl can do.

I've travelled a lot less in the last few years, and my flying muscles aren't what they used to be. Rumor has it that I'll be headed to Singapore in May, Orlando in July, and god knows where after that. Better start working on travel strategies.

Wish me luck. The blog will likely be quiet this weekend, but will return Monday at its regularly scheduled time (check local listings).

--TinFoil Out

Late night sick blogging

No, not "sick" as all the young kids use it (i.e. cool x 10 but in an extreme way), actually sick. Hopefully, I'm on the downside of a flu that was most certainly brought on by excessive merry-making at the Girl Trouble Burlesque on Saturday. It was a GREAT show, and I had a hell of a time. The non-girl related highlight for me was a cameo (via video) by that famous blogger Mark , reprising his halloween persona as "Tinkerhell" in Cinderella-like tale of a floor scrubber turned spring factory worker turned burlesque performer.

You kinda had to be there.

Aclaimation of the Big Giant Cat continues. He has now been within a few feet of the pug for long periods of time, without openning any cans of whoop-ass. Of course, the pug has mostly been restrained on a harness, but we're seeing some progress here.

In other news, I'm flying to my native Dayton, OH this weekend to see my Dad get an Award for his more than 30 years of service to University of Dayton as a professor in the English Department. My parents are then flying up to Seattle for a few days the next week. I'm hoping that my work situation will be sufficently resolved by then (it should) so that I can take a day or two off to spend extra time with them.

That's all for now. Time to take NyQuil and try to drift off.

--TinFoil Out

Didn't they have a bigger one . . .?

My intrepid wifey-pants made good on her drunken rant last night and got us an as yet unnamed cat from the shelter. He is the BIGGEST CAT I HAVE EVER SEEN, but he's really sweet and inquisitive. We've briefly introduced him to Fergus (under controlled conditions) and our new giant houseguest didn't turn our pug into swiss cheese--yet. If they don't get along, it's a deal breaker, so I hope they make nice. Otherwise, we have a two-week grace period to take him back. I hope we don't have to, because he's awfully cute.

Suggestions for names?
--Tinfoil Out

Battlestar Historica

Tonight's Battlestar Galactica was outstanding, and I think it was a milestone in TV Scifi. The reason is that Ron Moore, who cut his chops as a writer for Star Trek: The Next Generation, finally faced what is the toughest standard in SciFi . . . The Wrath of Khan plot. For the uninitiated, Ricardo Montalban is Khan, the super-human genius that Captian Kirk wronged in the orignial Star Trek series (actually, Kirk was quite reasonable given that Khan tried to take over his ship and he still left Khan on a paradise planet with the woman Khan loved . . ., but still, Khan felt ill-used). Anyway, Kirk makes some mistakes. Khan outsmarts him, and Kirk is left to salvage the situation. The bottom line is: he can't. He's defeated Khan, but Khan's last revenge is to take the life of Kirk and his crew (paralelling the Kobayashi Maru test). Kirk should be defeated, but heroically, the always logical Spock sacrifices himself for everyone, and they escape.

Not in the BSG version--A great script that places all of the fuck-ups on the commander of the Battlestar Pegasus, Col. Jack Fisk, who is not equipped to command, and who falls into a Cylon trap (a la Kirk), and in a very non-Kirkian manner, Moore has him abdicate his command responsibilities to Lee Adama (imagine if Kirk had left the bridge in a tense moment and said "Chekhov, you have the con."). Fisk unexpectedly proceeds to play the Spock role and fix the ship at the cost of his own life, just in the nick of time. Ron Moore managed to turn one of the greatest Sci-fi movie memes of all time on its head. "The needs of the many, do not . . . outweigh . . . the needs of the few (or the one)" until push comes to shove and imperfect people make heroic (imperfect) decisions. A hero is one man's idiot, but even if you made the mistake, you can still save the day.

It's one of the best things Ron Moore has ever produced (with the possible exception of Carnivale), complicating "heroes" in a time when we're forced to do that in America as well. In case he wasn't facing enough, Moore also had this episode deal frankly with the issue of abortion. See if you see that featured on American Idol or CSI or any of the "flavors of the week."

For those non-geeks who don't follow this thread--I pity you. Please watch good television and look up from the drool-inducing America's top-Idol-Model-Survivor-Idiot-Jackass brand of television.

And for all of those who would like to make comparisons to Commodore Decker in the ST:TOS episode "Doomsday Machine," don't even go there. Totally different.

--TinFoil Out

Generation Y

I've had a project proposed to me at work that amounts to, "Do some research and figure out this generation Y thing" (born 1979-1994). The organization that I work for in interested in hiring employees straight from college, so it's a great question to ask. I think we have a lot of preconceived notions about them:

• They're used to having coaches, counselors, and hovering parents.
• They want immediate gratification and expect others to help them reach their goals.
• They don't respond to restrictive rules and regulations (or dress codes)
• They are facile with technology and rely heavily on blogs, MySpace, cellphones, etc.

Interesting challenge. Any thoughts?

--TinFoil Out

Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes

I'm still afraid to jinx my potential job opportunity by blogging about it, but there was additional progress today, and I got a handshake and a "welcome aboard" from our general manager--Looks like it will take shape after all, but I'll provide some details when it's official.

It makes me think in a more general way about life's ups and downs. I've had a pretty good year this year--before that, I had an awful 1997-1998, a pretty good 1999-2002 followed by a hellish 2003 and 2004. I guess the lesson that I've taken from it is that so much can change. When you're struggling with personal demons, or living through a life change (like losing your job) it can seem like it will be bad forever, but the truth is, it won't be. You always have time to turn it around. Sometimes you need some lucky breaks and the support of a few key people, but it's always do-able. I also know that things will get bad again--life's like that--but when that happens, hopefully someone will remind me to read this post and remember that it will pass.

--TinFoil Out

Watch Dermott Tonight

I have it on good authority that Dermott the pug will do very well tonight in the Westminster Dog Show . He is the #1 pug of all time with 66 best in show wins, and he's considering retirement at the ripe old age of 5 1/2. Winning Westminster would be a perfect end to a great career. Tune in an cheer on Dermott (8:00pm on USA Network).

In other news. I have a new co-worker and (temporary) office-mate. She's perfectly nice, and I'm happy to show her the ropes, but I must say I've forgotten how annoying it is to share an office. It's only for a few weeks, though.

Random thoughts

Here's my 10 minute post for the day . . .

• I'm very amused and horrified by the Dick Cheney shooting-people-in-the-face thing. I can't wait to watch Jon Stewart tonight. It is, of course, a tragic accident, but gosh it's funny. Aaron Burr's got nothing on ol' Dick. If the victim had died, would Cheney be guilty of involuntary manslaughter? Is he guilty of obstruction of justice for refusing to inform the Sheriff as required by law?
• If you haven't seen it yet, you should check out Mark's Macguyver-like ingenuity at joygantic. I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
• Joss Whedon posted on Whedonesque on a variety of topics, including, I'm sad to say, the lack of enthusiasm for bringing back Firefly/Serenity. Still, he's one funny bastard.
• Girl Trouble Burlesque is this weekend and should be a riotous good time. It's close enough to our home that we could cab it--anticipating the inevitable drunkeness.

That's it for now. More later.

--TinFoil Out

Return of the Blog-i

I am a bad blogger . . . But I promise to be better. I've decided to adopt Wil Wheaton's strategy and devote at least 10 minutes a day to blogging, even if I have nothing in particular to say. So here goes . . .

• First, the deficit. Since the State of the Union, Bush has been running around the country telling anyone who will listen that he intends to cut the deficit in half by 2009. This sounds great, but the key word here is "deficit." He's not talking about cutting the $8 Trillion national debt in half, in fact he's promising to increase it, but at half the rate that we did this year. The "deficit" is the amount of money that the government spends each year that exceeds what it brings in in taxes. What Bush is saying is, "In four more years, we'll only be half as irreponsible as we are today." This year, we spent $455 billion that we didn't have. If all goes "well" for Bush, he hopes that we only spend $225 billion that we don't have by 2009. Lovely. What a guy. I got into more detail about this in this post, but I'd like to re-iterate here, that there was NO DEFICIT when Bush took office. Bill Clinton left him with a $31 billion surplus.
  
• Second, on a personal note, it looks like there will be some changes for me on the employment front. All good. I don't want to jinx it with a big announcement just yet, but I will just say that if things go well, your potential will soon be MY passion.
  
• I'm also really glad that Trevor and Sara are back in the good ol' US of A. I hope they stick around permanently, but it's great to know that we have them for 5 months.
  
• I saw the Pink Panther with Phil, and I'm happy to announce that it doesn't suck. Not nearly as funny/clever/witty as the Peter Sellars version, but not sucky.
  
• We've seen some excellent documentaries lately via Netflix. Southern Comfort, which is about female to male transexuals in the deep South. The most fascinating part is I kept thinking, "Why don't they move?" But it occured to me that these people would feel out of place in New York or LA or Seattle--they love the South, they just wish that people wouldn't discriminate against them. The second one was Murderball, which is nominated for an Oscar, about wheelchiar rugby players. It was excellent, as both a human interest story, and a great sports epic. Both are highly recommended.
• 10 Minutes is up . . .

--Tinfoil Out