I can't be cool

The following really happened.

Alex: (has just accidentally set off the smoke alarm)

Josh: (goes to open window to air out the house) I don't know why you guys keep closing the window anyway.

Cody: (mock anger) We close the window because IT'S FUCKING FALL AND IT'S FUCKING COLD OUTSIDE! ARE YOU CRAZY?

Guy walking by outside: YEAH!

Josh: (recovering from his surprise first) DON'T AGREE WITH HIM!

Cody: FUCK YEAH!

Guy walking by outside: YOU FUCKING TELL HIM!

Josh: I don't need my arguments undermined by someone who's not even in the house!

Alex: (is oblivious and missed the whole thing because he was getting the pizza out of the oven)

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I am partly to blame for this whole consumerism thing and I accept that. For instance, I am now considering purchasing a kit of the Qubeley Mk. II Elpeo Puru colors solely because it has awesome-looking box art, even though I already have the kit in Haman Karn colors. This is not entirely without precedent. After all, I bought the entire First Law trilogy because one of the book covers looked pretty.

Welp, Castle is starting. Be right back. And here I am at the commercial break to relay to you my roommate's opinion that everyone involved with the episode's victim are, quote, "fags". Commercial break again. ABC really wants V to succeed. Back again, just to let you know that I'm fully aware that I'm typing this on a laptop and if I really wanted to, I could just take it into the living room with me and not have to get up at the breaks shut up.

Sometimes I write things

Memo to parents who have a child who is considering striking out onto the world: If you want to seriously dissuade them, tell them they have to do dishes. And probably without a dishwasher. They have to wash the dishes with nothing but their hands, some soap, a sponge, and their wits. For reals. And it almost takes longer than the time you have allocated for it. There will be sweat, tears, and yes, blood. It may be enough to make the kid recant.

Christmas is here. You, in the comfort of your own home, may not have realized it. But you, my brothers and sisters in retail, know that the time is upon us. The attack will come, and it may be subtle. Like vaguely Christmas-y music making it into the rotation. But it may be obvious, like an extra 49 boxes of Christmas product. Or a new table on the sales floor dedicated to products with the subject code "HOLIDAY". It is coming and, you who are about to go forth, enjoy these last moments of relative serenity and sanity among your customers, for these innocent consumers are about to transform.

On a happier note, TEKKEN 6 IS OUT! It's about goddamned time, seeing as 5 came out in 2005, with naught but Dark Resurrection to tide us over. I'm taking a serious approach to this game, learning juggles and combos and such while honing my skills with Asuka and Dragunov. Seeing as they're pretty close to their previous incarnations, I'll look at picking up some other characters like the spider chick or the Jackie Chan imposter. And seriously, screw Azazel. He almost makes me miss Jinpachi, the guy who could cause earthquakes and shoot fireballs from his gut.

FOX gives us House than takes it away for some other thing - I don't even know - and now I'm without Hugh Laurie for two weeks. And just when things were starting to get really interesting.

Heroes is not so much stupid this season as it is boring. Not much has happened lately, though maybe I'm just used to more epic, fast-paced storytelling. In any case, I'm betting ten bucks that with Hiro going to back to try saving Charlie again, he's somehow going to reset the entire show. I honestly don't know if that would help matters or make them worse.

Castle was awesome, even if the Firefly gag only lasted the first few minutes.

The television studies professor inflicted Flavor of Love on us today, and it may be several hours before I can trust television again. I already fear that I have forgotten how to love.

He didn't really get much accomplished there, other than growing some fierce muttonchops.

This post contains House spoilers. But not until the final paragraph.

Rgh, do you really think you can get away with pre-empting Castle tonight, ABC? I don't care who the Packers are playing, I needs me some Captain Reynolds being smarmy and solving crimes. Argh. Another TV show sacrificed at the altar in the name of the horrific and writhing deity that is Monday Night Foot Ball.

I put together the Arche Gundam. Mine doesn't look quite as pink as that, though. A fairly quick build, took about three hours over the course of two days between the snap-fit and the detailing. There may be a post devoted to it later.

Hey! I got accepted into an online Play-by-Post game of Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition! That is to say, my character Dagarth Crossroad did. The game will be the Scales of War adventure, something I'm not really familiar with, so it should be rad.

Also! Look what Roommate the Second bought! I'll let you know how they taste.

So listen, dude who sat near me in Meteorology today. Don't read over both versions of the test that you were given, because one of them is supposed to be passed to me. The professor did not decide to give you the opportunity to compare the two and decide which test you would rather take, he decided you would be competent enough to merely TAKE ONE AND PASS THE OTHER TO YOUR NEIGHBOR, who is waiting very patiently, even though he studied and could probably deal with either version perfectly well. I'll be way interested to know how you did, though.

What else? House tonight. Epic.

If, back when the show started, you had told me that Chase would ultimately be responsible for the fate of a nation, and that the episode that this occurs in would involve James Earl Jones guest-starring? I'd have said there's no way that this show could get that cool. However, if you had told me that Thirteen would be angry at Foreman and their relationship would be boring and lame, I would've believed that completely 100%.

Put your pants on, and you're ready!

Autumn is the only season worth having. Summer's hot and gross, winter's cold and hard to drive in, and spring's wet and might as well not be a season. In the middle, you have the calm, reasonable fall. Temperature is no longer a check on fashion, and all the best TV shows start up. Leaves are pretty and I don't have to rake them. We don't need fans going through the house because we're too cheap to switch on the air conditioner.

Sergei Eisenstein, best known for his film Battleship Potemkin (1925) also made this other movie called Strike (1925) which is also way effed-up. It promotes collectivism and utilizes the "Soviet montage" method, but it also has a shot of workers being massacred intercut with a cow being butchered. Like, it's struggling and its brains are oozing out and everything. Subtlety is not Eisenstein's forte, but for the time it was all revolutionary. Classical Film Criticism is looking to be the standout class of the semester.

House tonight was amazing (but then, it always is (sorry, is my fanaticism showing?)) Taub's leaving, which sucks, because he is THE MAN. And oh my god, House cooking with Wilson is one of the standout scenes so far, if only for the ball jokes.

Castle appears to be bringing its A-game for the second season, because both episodes so far have been great. And did that one suspect with the ankle thing look like a coked-up Alan Rickman? And Nathan Fillion put on this dreamy awesome smug grin towards the end that cracked me up.

When I was like, 14, someone told me I was good at writing and I believed them, so here we are.

I've kinda been wanting to get back into the blogging thing for awhile, and now that a fair amount has changed since where I last left off (for instance, my taste in design), it seemed appropriate timing. We'll see if I get bored of it or not.

Hypnotiq is the least offensive of the alcohol I've sampled since gaining my powers. That is to say, it tastes merely like cough syrup as opposed to poison. But I imagine poison is an acquired taste. I was hardly inebriated by it, but that's because Roommate the First and The Grecian were hoarding it. And I guess someone had to keep the two of them out of trouble as we wandered the streets of East Side Milwaukee at midnight.

This of course, led to Hot Dogs. Perfectly natural. I had this chili cheese hot dog, because I make poor decisions about my health, and DAMNIT I'm enjoying this fast metabolism thing while it lasts. The Grecian ordered something called the "Dogfather" which really tickled me at the time. Again, drinking.

Worked in music again. Pretty dull stuff. Person over the phone wanted to know if we had a CD. The only details he could provide was that it was a collection of German dancing music circa 1600. Dude, the sets of People Who Are German, Dances, and Things That Happened in the Seventeenth Century are all pretty effing huge, and I assure you, the intersection of these sets is no less vast. So maybe google it and get back to me.

But you really came here for my thoughts on television.

OMG House came back! With probably the best remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest I've seen! House was being House and I didn't have to deal with Thirteen! Bring on next week! Also, I guess Cameron is leaving. I'm not exactly grieving this loss here, since she was way more hot as a brunette hasn't done anything of import for a while.

Castle was fun, and more people should probably be watching it. Heroes was Heroes as has been established.

I just realized that this blogger template kinda looks like the current FOX packaging.

I caught the premiere for Flashforward, which turned out to be fun, but I'm still worried that it'll turn into a Lost clone. And I'm not all that big a fan of Lost. I'm picturing the screening of the first episode to the ABC execs and they're all, "Damnit Goyer, Lost had a polar bear, and Desperate Housewives had the thing with the ostrich, find yourself a kangaroo or something or else its your ass!"

Roommate the First has a strange girl in his room and I'm resisting all urges to pry. And oh my god, he just closed the door to his room literally as I AM TYPING THIS.