Saturday, June 30, 2007

Well...THAT Was a Mistake

So, loyal readers will know that I've been drooling over an iPhone since the commercials and videos started that last marketing push a couple of weeks ago.;div>
I told myself, "You don't need a 'Smart Phone' -- you barely text and never use the internet on your phone."

I told myself, "The keyboard can't be that easy to use; if for no other reason than you've got great big blunt fingertips that the average iPhone user doesn't."

I told myself, "You already have a shuffle for small playlists, and you have a 5 gen iPod that plays video.  You don't need to have pretty, full-screen landscape video."

I told myself, "You have lousy eyesight.  Surely reading a web page would be difficult, and the text would blur if you zoom in."

I told myself, "That finger-flicking scroll thing would be annoying; you'd be overshooting things all the time.  Ditto the 'pinch' zooming."

I was at the Northridge mall tonight, and after five minutes of playing with the thing, the only thing that saved my bank account (which I'm supposed to be bulking up for Disney World) a huge hit was the fact that they were sold out.

The thing is gorgeous.

I had no trouble typing.  When you zoom in on a web page, the text is crystal clear -- and that was in portrait mode; the phone was nearly out of batteries and needed to be docked to work.  You can control the amount of zoom by holding your fingers on the screen.

I don't think I can convey how pretty it is.

Scrolling through your music library is painless.  Flicking is very intuitive, and you can tap in the middle of a flicked scroll to stop it from scrolling.  Cover flow for the playlists...meh.  But the fact that you can click and see other songs on the same album, without backing out of your playlist and into one of the music browsing modes?  So cool.

I was so enthralled, I forgot to check out google maps, but youtube loaded nicely.  The video was...meh -- but it turned out that I'd been using EDGE the whole time, so the video was very highly compressed.

How did I discover that?  I went into setting to turn off wifi (all Apple stores have wifi) to see how bad EDGE really is -- and it turned out I'd been using it the whole time!

This is going to be a very hard to resist toy, especially because of Google maps.  I can't tell you the number of times I've been driving somewhere and trying to figure out where the nearest X was.  I remember actually trying to do that two phones ago, when I didn't have a data plan at all but was desperate, knowing that I'd pay through the roof for looking up whatever it was, and I gave up in frustration.

On an ironic note, however, people are sheep.

When you go to Disneyland a lot, you'll notice things like: people line up in waits 5 or 6 trams long when often at closing, they are loading at both stops -- but people see the huge mass of people and assume that's where they should be.

At the Apple store, the table that normally held the...mm...nanos, I think, was given over to the iPhones.  There was a huge crowd of people all gathered around the table, clearly waiting impatiently for their turn to play with the iPhone.

If they'd looked two feet behind them, they'd have seen that every iMac on display had an iPhone next to it.  So I stood over there and played for a good 5 minutes, and didn't feel the least bit pressured.

By the way -- the simple, classicly Apple layout makes this device very good for tech novices -- but it occurred to me right away that there's another population this phone would be good for: folks with intellectual disabilities.

Everything is so visual and obvious -- click the picture of a phone to make a call.  You can attach pictures to address book entries.  If you get confused, click the one physical button on the bottom to go back to the main screen.  Nifty.

Say What?

When you surf the Internet a lot, you tend to see some pretty...err...interesting...grammatical mistakes.  While they still irk me, I more or less expect them.

This, however, was a new one:

"To spite what some people are saying."

This is one of two things.  It could be someone using voice recognition software and not catching a transcription error.

Or, more worryingly, it's someone who doesn't know the word "despite."

Friday, June 29, 2007

Opportunity

Mars rovers Spirit and Opportunity landed on Mars 3 1/2 years ago.  They were supposed to last 90 days.

NASA decided to send Opportunity into a deep impact crater.  Like NEAR Shoemaker, a probe that was landed on Eros after a successful mission -- thus becoming the first man-made object to land on an asteroid -- NASA basically decided that since Opportunity has long-since outlived its original mission, the risk that it won't have the power or maneuvering capability to get back out of the crater is worth the risk.

So here's to little Opportunity, the rover that could.  If this proves to be the end of your mission, we'll miss you...but something tells me it won't be.

In other news -- we had our first APE lesson today.  It started out promisingly enough.  They paired us with the two classes that have potential future classmates for A., and although we started with rhythm sticks (bleh) it was at least to a contemporary country song.

Then, in a room full of mostly 5th and 6th graders with learning disabilities, they started a song called "Texas Lonestar," which included -- among other things -- howling at the sky.  Miss T. tried her best to get me in trouble with (amusing and appropriate) snarky comments; the other kids looked either bored or astounded, and poor A. looked at everyone like they were crazy.

Miss C., on the other hand, cheerfully sang along ('cause, you know, supposed to be doing circle time and "Itsy Bitsy Spider").  Afterwards, I jokingly told Miss T. that she was going to get me in trouble, and that if she thought that was bad, she should have seen (now 7th grade) C. and/or (now 8th grade) RL when the OTs would come in and make the kids sing "Tap, Tap, Tap" (a Handwriting Without Tears song).

Miss C., confused, says, "Our OTs sing that here...."

"I told our not to," I said.  "These guys are mostly 10 and 11...it's just not appropriate."

If looks could kill, I would now be 12 feet under.  Sigh.  It's been a few years since I had to fight that battle with Miss K., who thought that letting a 6th grader take a nap cuddled in her lap was appropriate.

But I got the best bookend for the story.  After cooking today, I told the kids it was time to clean up.  M (I think) started singing the Barney (blech!) clean up song, so R. (sixth grade) started singing along.  Before I could say anything (I usually just say, "you guys are too big for that song"), A. pipes up with, "You aren't a baby, M!  That song is for babies.  You're too old for that song."

You go, girl.  :-)

Meanwhile, both little A. (the one who is the size of a 7-year-old) and little J. (ditto) have raging crushes on Patrick....

Thursday, June 28, 2007

More Randomness

Randomness Number 1:  R. story for the day.

We are reading a poetry book this summer; after Little House, I just didn't have the wherewithal to adapt another book from scratch (despite some very good suggestions from both (!!) fourth grade teachers -- the weekly Starbucks runs, while they sucked for me as I don't drink coffee or tea, certainly paid off in the camaraderie department).  Add to that the fact that my program specialist wanted me to attend a training the first two days of summer school (I ended up not going because she couldn't guarantee I'd have any of my aides), and 17 days just wasn't worth it.

Anyhow, before each poem, we're reading a (very) abridged and abbreviated summary of that historical time period (I chose a poem about the Pilgrims, "Paul Revere's Ride," The Gettysburg Address (which was in our poetry book, so there :-p), We Shall Overcome, one other one, and "Hope Eyrie," in honor of the anniversary of the moon landing being the last day of summer school).

So we started the section on the Revolutionary War today.  In the text I gave the kids, I wrote, "The English were not nice to the colonies."  Most of the kids have very simple multiple choice questions, but R, J, and A have harder short answer questions.

One was, "How did the English treat the colonies."

A. got it right away.  (She would.  Hence the move to a more challenging class next year.)

J. got it after I showed her the paragraph the answer was in, with a little verbal prompting.  (She promptly burst into PMS tears, by the way.)

R...not so much.  We eventually got to the point where I was saying, "R., it says the English were not nice.  If someone is not nice, they are mmmmm...?"

Back and forth we went.  Right through snack time.  I will abbreviate the whole thing here to a simple: "YEEEAAARRRGGGHHH!!"

Later today, he had to finish that one question before he got a break.

I say, "Now, R., remember, it says the English were not nice.  Someone who is not nice is -- "

"Mean!" he says, immediately and cheerfully.

Le sigh.

Randomness Number 2:  Frivolous Purchases

Every year for (everybody's) birthdays, my grandfather gives people money.  Always $60.

This year, he must have forgotten to get cash, because my card was full of 10s, 5s, 1s, and even a $2 bill.

I used that money to buy season 1 of BBC's Robin Hood...which is in no way historically accurate, but oh well.  It's funny and I like it.  I didn't like it enough to buy it myself, but with birthday money, it's okay.  (I know, I know, it's all in the same account, but whatever.)

Randomness Number 3: The Disappearing Dock

The shuffle dock is nowhere to be found.  I have been eyeing this travel dock for the trip to Disney World, 'cause it doesn't have a wire to break, snap, get tripped over, etc.) and decided to take the plunge.

Therefore, because my life works this way, I will be shortly locating my shuffle dock.

Randomness #4: Gadget Love

I really want an iPhone.  Especially now that there's a rumor that AT&T is upgrading their EDGE network (apparently, download speeds improved significantly this evening, the day before the launch of a product whose main drawback in reviews has been the slow connectivity of AT&T's network).

I really, really want one.  I have no reason to...I'm, at best, an occasional cell phone user.  But it's so pretty....

Randomness #5:  People Drama

On the aide front, the instant ambivalence is shifting into pretty intense dislike...on both sides.  Apparently, I am included in the other aide's animosity.  This does not surprise me in the least; the last time she worked with me, I was fried, burned out, and stressed over that summer's IEP drama with yet another R.  My heart was not in it, and I was constantly freaked that if I pushed A. just a little too far, he'd flip out and have a major meltdown like the one he did on the second day of school.

(Typing this now, I remember that she Really Didn't Like Being Spit On then...too bad that's R's favorite new thing...'cause, you know, now that we stopped screeching "Pee pee!" we have to replace that fun behavior.)

I was pretty motivated coming into summer school this summer.  I'd had a good year, I was in a good place...so we're working -- we're doing journals, adapted books, News-2-You, etc.  In other words, lots of things she thinks are a waste of time, because we should be having circle time and singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider."

Ah well.  One week down, almost, and R's mom never did yell at me (though apparently she ranted to a lady T. is taking a class with, but oh well).  Tomorrow's an easy day, with APE, cooking (snow cones, this week) and scheduled games time (SpiderMan memory, Cariboo, and Trouble).

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Karma Redux

Well, that's better -- I didn't have to pay a thing to get my car fixed again, because it was a faulty part to begin with.  This is why I love my mechanic: he's trustworthy, for one, and for another, if he messes up, he fixes it.  I didn't even have to pay for labor.  :-)

Which means that I can afford to replace my wireless router.  I'm thinking of going with an Airport Extreme, in the hopes that someday I'll be able to afford an HD TV with which to use an Apple TV.

Karma

I apparently earned a bit of bad karma lately.

Either that, or I'm earning some good karma for some future date.

My car is back in the shop about six weeks after I spent $700 fixing it.  Same warning lights this time.

And now, my wireless router is randomly turning off.  Apparently, something is wrong with the wire, because if I jiggle it and prop it up around the antenna, it stays on, but if the wire moves at all, it turns off.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Those Darned Neutrinos

So, just as I finished typing out my rant about the misadventures of today, I was getting ready to go to a fundraiser for the condition that the kid I do home teaching for has...

...okay, that sentence went all kinds of grammatically bad places.

Anyhow, just as I finished, I went to turn on my car, only to see the battery light and brake light on again.

Grrr.

On the plus side, my new fan came.  Yay.  I've had one like this before -- it blows lots more air, but it's way quieter than my old one (which was an emergency WalMart purchase when the other one I had like my new one got knocked over) and the dual blades eliminate that annoying dead air syndrome in the center, which, 'cause I've got my bed on risers, was at just the wrong height.

And considering that I'm incapable of forming real sentences...night.

I Am Evil

(But before that -- it's only $20 a month more to have an iPhone data plan.  Grr.  It's getting really hard not to want to buy one.)

Anyhow, yeah...evil.

By the way, I deliberately wrote this in a sort of funny tone (to convince myself it was funny, I think), but it's not exaggerated.

At all.

Well, okay, my head didn't actually explode....

I have always been very leery of prompt dependence.  After all, when you've seen a kid who'd been programmed right into not eating unless you tapped her elbow before every bite, that kinda thing becomes important to you.

(And, the fact that her aide saw nothing wrong with that? Frightening.)

Anyhow, I have a student.  We'll call him R.

R. has been known to dither around all morning with his journal (I kid you not -- he might leave it for a novel study, but he's always asked to go back to it) because he doesn't know how to spell a certain word.

"Just try," I'll say.  "Do the best you can.  Try to sound it out."

Because (1) he can, and (2) I don't want him just sitting around passively waiting for help, and (3) he's notorious for asking for help he does not need.

Much time later, my molars have been ground into dust, and I'm left begging, "Just write something.  Anything, as long as it's a letter."

Then, the others stop to get their snacks, and I say, "You need to finish your journal before you can have your snack."

Twenty second later, an attempt has been made.  Often, it's a fairly good attempt.  Sometimes, it's perfect.

But he would rather sit and wait you out for hours because he's convinced that sooner or later you'll feel bad for poor wittle R. and do it for him.

We had an issue like that today.  R. was doing a math page.  A simple math page.  He can add (and regroup), subtract, count by 10s and 5s (which means he can multiply the Touch Math way).

He had to do a simple word problem; the end result of which was 9 - 6.

I had written the math problem for him; all he had to do was DO it.

He'd done two other subtraction problems on that page already.

Well...after repeatedly reading the question (which I finally covered up because, hello, the problem is THERE, you don't have to read it again), and then writing 96 three times, I say to him, "R., you have already done a take away problem on this page.  I know you can subtract, so you need to do this problem yourself."

"Okay," he says.

"Yeah, right," I think.

So, the morning goes on.  We have recess.  The darned journal is still there.

I finally cave (bad me) and say, "If you don't know any other way to do this problem, go get the counters and do that."

It's now 10 minutes before the end of the school day.

He takes out 2.

(I about have a stroke.)

"Your problem is 9 take away 6.  How many do you start with?"

"Nine."

...

...

...

(I count to ten in about 5 languages.)

"What do you need to do?"

"Get 9."

...

...

...

(The other R. tries to lick my arm.)

(My head explodes.)

"So get 9."

"Oooooh," he says, like it's a revelation from God.

(At this point, for some reason, I heard Dory from Finding Nemo:  "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.)

"Now how many do you take away?"

"Um, nine?"

"R."  I say.  "The problem is NINE minus SIX.  You have NINE.  How many do you need to take away?"

"Six?"

...

...

...

(The other R., who is now done writing his apology letter to his mom, tries to steal R.'s journal.)

(I contemplate alcoholic beverages.  "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.")

"How many are you taking away?"

"Six."

...

...

...

(At this point, I am praying for a nuclear apocalypse.)

"So take them away."

"Ooooooh."

...

...

...

R's mom, who will no doubt be yelling at me approximately fourteen hours from now, walks in.  Despite the fact that school's not over yet, and our door was closed.

"Miss ____, my mom's here!"

"Finish that first, please."

"Fowwy, ______" the other R. says.

"Go put your letter to mom in your backpack," I say.

R. tries to solicit mom's help.

I drive a nail into my own coffin by saying, "R., you know how to do this.  You just told me what to do.  You need to do it on your own."

The other R. tries to go hide in the bathroom.

I follow him.  R's mom doesn't have to hear the other R. shrieking, giggling, "Pee pee!  Pee pee!  Pee pee!"

I turn back.

R's mom has told him how to finish the math problem, and has helped him do it.

(Molars?  What molars?  Who needs molars?)

R's mom chooses then to wait outside.

I add another final nail to my coffin, and go over to R.

"R," I said, "Did I ask you to do that problem on your own?"

"Yes."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"But your mom helped you.  That's not doing it on your own."

"Oh."

"Did you follow my directions?"

"Yes."

"No, you did not.  I asked you to work on your own.  You asked mom for help.  You need to apologize for not following directions."

"Sorry, Miss _____."

Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow.

Or go to the dentist.

Or, you know, wear a cape and carry a pitchfork.

Sigh.

Monday, June 25, 2007

My Neutrinos Are Spinning the Wrong Way

Once upon a time, my friend Caryn and I were very amused by the fact that a Deep Space Nine episode determined that people were having bad luck because the neutrinos were spinning the wrong way.

For months, we jokingly used that to refer to Murphy's Law.

And, yes, we were nerds.  At least, I was.

Anyhow, my neutrinos are spinning the wrong way this evening.  I really want to charge and update my shuffle, which has become my podcast repository (while my full iPod is my music and videos repository).  I found two full iPod cables, but not the little special one the shuffle uses to sync.

Le sigh.

(Ooh!  A new Order of the Phoenix preview...that I'm pretty sure showed the Department of Mysteries and the veil.  Neat.)

Sunday, June 24, 2007

The One Where SpooWriter is a Nerd

Grr.

I know that's how you say it...but there is no such thing as "could of," "would of," or "should of."

It's "could have" (or could've), "should have" (should've), or "would have" (would've).

Pick it apart. Take the "could," "would," or "should" out.

Do you way, "I of eaten my sandwich?"

Of course not. You can say, "I have eaten my sandwich."

Therefore, you must say, "I could have eaten my sandwich, except that I had to answer the phone." You must say, "I should have eaten my breakfast; now I'm hungry." You must say, "I would have eaten my sandwich, but the chocolate cake looked better."

Sigh.

Oh, and for the record, it's means "it is." Only and forever. If you write, "The cat chased it's tail," you really wrote "The cat chased it is tail." Its is possessive. There is no such thing as its'.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

100 Words

From American Heritage:  100 Words Every High School Graduate Should Know.

Apparently, these folks have never seen the vocabulary exercise in each and every Reader's Digest (what? lines at WalMart are long, and I have to read something).  The vocabulary in those is much less challenging.

For the record, here is the list.  Words I know off the top of my head are bolded.  If I'm pretty sure but not 100% sure, the word is italicized.

Edit: the bold was hard to see; it's yellow now too.
  • abjure
  • abrogate
  • abstemious
  • acumen
  • antebellum
  • auspicious
  • belie
  • bellicose
  • bowdlerize
  • chicanery
  • chromosome
  • churlish
  • circumlocution
  • circumnavigate
  • deciduous
  • deleterious
  • diffident
  • enervate
  • enfranchise
  • epiphany
  • equinox
  • euro
  • evanescent
  • expurgate
  • facetious
  • fatuous
  • feckless
  • fiduciary
  • filibuster
  • gamete
  • gauche
  • gerrymander
  • hegemony
  • hemoglobin
  • homogeneous
  • hubris
  • hypotenuse
  • impeach
  • incognito
  • incontrovertible
  • inculcate
  • infrastructure
  • interpolate
  • irony
  • jejune
  • kinetic
  • kowtow
  • laissez faire
  • lexicon
  • loquacious
  • lugubrious
  • metamorphosis
  • mitosis
  • moiety
  • nanotechnology
  • nihilism
  • nomenclature
  • nonsectarian
  • notarize
  • obsequious
  • oligarchy
  • omnipotent
  • orthography
  • oxidize
  • parabola
  • paradigm
  • parameter
  • pecuniary
  • photosynthesis
  • plagiarize
  • plasma
  • polymer
  • precipitous
  • quasar
  • quotidian
  • recapitulate
  • reciprocal
  • reparation
  • respiration
  • sanguine
  • soliloquy
  • subjugate
  • suffragist
  • supercilious
  • tautology
  • taxonomy
  • tectonic
  • tempestuous
  • thermodynamics
  • totalitarian
  • unctuous
  • usurp
  • vacuous
  • vehement
  • vortex
  • winnow
  • wrought
  • xenophobe
  • yeoman
  • ziggurat
Huh.  Better than I thought I'd do...but my vocabulary has always been pretty good.

I want to know, though, why "recapitulate" is on there and "capitulate" isn't -- if you know what "capitulate" means, you should know that to recapitulate means to give up again.  (Or, to "go over" something again -- restate it.  Suppose that's why it's on the list...it's counterintuitive.)

Just sayin'.

On a totally (and I do mean totally) unrelated note, I've had the song "Blame Canada" from the South Park movie stuck in my head for about a week.  A straight jacket may be necessary before long.

Brief, More-Or-Less Non-Spoilery Stargate Comments

  1. Why is it that guys look horrible in "old" makeup, but girls look more-or-less normal?
  2. Awww, Vala.  (About halfway through...and again right near the end -- though the saying-it-without-saying-it was a tad uncomfortably close to Farscape.)
  3. Grrr, Daniel.  See #2.
  4. *snicker* It's not my birthday.
  5. *snicker* I'd like to argue with "only."
  6. Go, Cam!  Hold her hand!
  7. Amanda Tapping looks oddly like Meg Ryan when she cries.  I said that back in "Singularity," and I'll say it again now.
  8. Boo for Landry getting the last line.  Just sayin.
  9. The original Stargate-pulling-back-to-reveal-Ra's-mask theme!  Yay!
Hm.  B on first, fast-foward-to-the-'shippy-parts (and the cello discussion, 'cause I was confused about the cello...) viewing.

Friday, June 22, 2007

The End of an Era

So, the series finale of Starage: SG-1 is Tivoing right now.  I'm not watching it; I'll likely wait until later in the weekend.

But I can't let its passing go unnoticed.  By surviving ten years, SG-1 has all of the Star Trek series beat by at least 3 years (TNG, DS9, Voyager) and even 6 (Enterprise) or 7 (TOS).  

Its cast has changed several times (Michael Shanks has come and gone, the guy playing...err...Jonas came and went, Richard Dean Anderson and the guy playing General Hammond have left, as has Teryl Rothery).  Some of the main actors' roles and waxed and waned throughout, and new cast members have filled in the holes.

In that, it's been more like ER than Star Trek.

And, like ER, I've watched some seasons, lost interest, and then been wooed back.  (And lost interest again, at least if we're talking about ER.)

It all started in, if I may be dramatic, in 1994 a movie theater in Granada Hills on a day off from school.  My friend Caryn and I went to see the Stargate feature film; I had been intrigued because it combined several interests of mine: archaeology, ancient Egypt, and science fiction.

Despite the running commentary of the idiot behind us, I rather enjoyed the film.  Yes, it took some suspension of disbelief (at one point, Daniel says that the only thing that's changed between ancient Egyptian and the language the people speak now is the vowels, and then proceeds to learn to speak it fluently -- by changing such words as "Necher?  Necher-u?" into "natay" and "naturu," thus making me wonder exactly what this crack linguist thinks is a vowel) but it was interesting and fun.

Plus, Ra was cool.

Apparently, that movie was conceived as the first in a trilogy, and I eventually read the books that would have been the other movies (plus, I think, one or two more).  They were fascinating, if formulaic, I suppose, showing how the Abydans reacted to a human presence on their planet, as well as to Ra's death.

But for whatever reason, that fell through, and in the burgeoning era of cable TV shows (there weren't many originally-produced shows in that age), Showtime decided to make a TV show of it.

To be honest, I was skeptical, because although I'm no huge fan of Kurt Russell or James Spader.  Okay, that sounds bad -- I just didn't much are for them one way or another.

But I watched the premiere when it aired in 1997, I was generally willing to give it a go.

For a few minutes, everything was going well.  Daniel threw a box of Kleenex through the Stargate, a nice nod to his allergies in the movie.  And if Richard Dean Anderson played Jack as a little more easy-going, that was okay.

Then Daniel referred to his wife.

Sha'uri.

And he called her Sha're.

With no explanation, her name was completely changed.  I was...off-put is a vast understatement.

Now, if the rest of the names had been changed too, I might have dealt with it better.  But they even kept Skaara's name (the kid that befriends O'Neill in the movie, and who is only mentioned by name once, by Shau'ri, as she calls him into the chamber with the writings) the same.

I might have made a token attempt to watch a couple of more episodes (though I have to admit, watching people get nekkid -- this was a cable show -- around my dad just wasn't...err...fun).  Matter of fact, I think I remember watching an early episode, "The Nox," and despite Armin Shimmerman being in it, I was rather put-off by (1) the fact that all the aliens now spoke English, and (2) that advanced civilizations would have that horrible hair.

So a few years went by.  I went happily about life watching other things, even though Showtime was also, at that time, producing The Outer Limits. My dad apparently liked the show, because he taped all the way through the third season, though I don't recall him ever specifically mentioning it.

In the summer of 2000 (the summer after my dad passed) they started rerunning the episodes on Channel 9 (a local channel).  Now, you have to understand something.  At our old house, we had a C-band satellite in one room; the rest of the rooms had an antenna.  And that antenna worked in an odd way.  In the mornings, you could watch channels 2, 4, and 5.  In the evenings, 7, 11, and 13.

Some afternoons, 9 was the only one that worked.

But that was okay; the third season of Stargate, which is what they were showing at the time (the re-broadcast of both SG-1 and The Outer Limits was a year behind what Showtime was showing) has a lot of good episodes, notably "Urgo," "The Fifth Race," and whatever the one with Ma'chello's earwig things is called.

And, I think, the two-parter beginning with "Jolinar's Memories," which was just a stellar examination of how being taken over by Jolinar had affected Carter.

So I got hooked again, and watched the rebroadcasts until Sci-Fi picked up the show, when I watched until round about the end of the fifth season.

Now, I have no deep and abiding love for Daniel Jackson as a character; I frankly found Teal'c more attractive and Jack more interesting, but whatever.  One thing, as a girl geek, I loved most about those days of SG-1 was that the two biggest brains in the SGC were girls.  I especially loved that Janet figured out the Ma'chello earwig thing while half-insane, while the other (fully sane) doctor had no clue what was going on.

But I digress.

I wasn't terribly perturbed that Daniel got killed off.  It's a sci-fi show -- death is never permanent, and even if it is (witness "Ripple Effect") there are always alternate universes.

And I didn't really dislike Jonas, either.

I just didn't find him...interesting.

So the show lost me for a few years.

When Daniel came back, I tuned back in now and again; I saw the end of the war against the Goa'uld.  But the Replicators smacked of stealing from the Borg, and I just wasn't intrigued anymore.

It wasn't until the Ori showed up that I realized why:  part of the appeal of Stargate for me (and part of why, I think, I'm not too gung-ho about Atlantis) has always been the blend of sci-fi and mythology.  The Replicators were just Borg bugs.

Bleh.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The Replicators weren't terribly exciting to me, but when I heard rumors that they were killing off Janet, I figured I'd tune in.  I liked Janet a lot as a character, and (I'll admit it) had come to kinda see the Sam/Janet subtext, so despite a healthy dread of the Drama that would explode on the Internet, I decided to watch "Heroes."

"Heroes," in contrast to Atlantis's "Sunday," was handled quite well.  I especially liked (1) Sam being asked to give the eulogy, although I would have liked to have had the reason for that be explained -- I always rather assumed it was because Cassie was in the audience -- and (2) Teal'c being the one to give Sam the idea for it.

I liked it because it was senseless and stupid, the way that death happens in war.  Janet wasn't on the front lines trying to get shot at, but she got shot nonetheless.  It wasn't a huge Replicator plot, or a Goa'uld out to get revenge for Nirrti, or even an illness she couldn't diagnose.

It was just a random, stupid staff blast.

Anyhow, after "Heroes," the cast changed rather dramatically.  Richard Dean Anderson was faded out; as I recall, Amanda Tapping's role was reduced.  Instead, we got...Beau Bridges and Lexa Doig (as the new nerdy girl doctor -- tell me why we had to kill Janet just to have a Janet double?).  Now...Lexa Doig was good as Rommie on Andromeda, but it never felt like she hit her stride on SG-1.

But meanwhile, the Ori thing was brewing.

And when they started tying in the Arthurian myth -- that's when I started tuning in every other week or so.

Now, I'm not the type to watch something just because an actor I like is on it -- but I did tune into Claudia Black's guest appearances as Vala.  As the character evolved, it was great to see her get to play someone funny.

Then they brought Ben Browder on.

Given that I've probably produced more fiction for Farscape, and certainly more videos, than any other fandom, you'd have thought that would snare me in instantly.

But, again, it took me a while to get back into the swing of things.  When they started looking for Merlin's weapon, when they found Arthur's Mantle -- that got me intrigued again.  When they brought Claudia Black on as a full-time cast member, I was hooked again.

In fact, despite many people complaining that Vala's character was developed at the expense of others -- I don't really care.  Vala is fun and funny, while also very sympathetic, especially with the drama of Adria's birth.

Some of my favorite moments of the last few years have been Vala's: the "I told you so" look she gives Daniel when he asks the Atlantis database about the planets, the way she tries to sneak off in Atlantis to 'explore,' the look on her face when an adolescent Adria displays her powers.  On a more serious note: her reaction to Daniel when she gets her memory back being the most prominent.

Plus, we have the Cameron/Sam interaction (who, me, an equal opportunity 'shipper -- but of course!), like him getting after her for working all night, caring for Sam after she got shot in "Lines in the Sand," and the look on her face when she finds him cuffed to a bed.

I know this is long and kind of rambling, but I just need to put into words my experience with this show as it goes off the air.

At least until the direct-to-DVDs come out!  :-)

I Am Poor

The money is once again gone from my account.  Much as I like having money, I'd just as soon Disney keep it this time around.

Summer school classroom is all set up, except for one missing schedule picture.

And tonight is the last Stargate: SG-1.  I'll probably post about that later.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

More Disney Woes

So, I finally convinced Disney's website to take my money.

Checked my checking account balance yesterday and the money was, in fact, gone.

Checked my checking account today after my mom said that Disney still showed a balance due, and the money is back.

Grr.

C'mon, guys.  I'm trying to pay you money.  Just take it, will ya?

Edit:  Disney shows that the bill has, in fact, been paid. B of A still thinks it hasn't.  Sigh.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Only On Good Eats

*giggle*

Yeast as tribbles.

*insane Trekkie giggle*

FOX 11 is on My List

I'm a very visual person.  For years now, ever since the first TV I owned that had the capability, I've watched all TV (except live stuff) closed captioned.

But for the last couple of days, Fox's closed captioning signal has been weak or non-existent.  It's bugging me.

Yum

If you look at the links to the right, you'll see I'm a Good Eats fan.  I like the science that Alton embeds into his show.  In fact, I never really understood emulsions (yeah, I know, my AP Chem teacher would be very sad) until he explained them with his styrofoam balls and push-pins.

I have wanted him to cover pretzels for a long time.  I enjoy pretzels (especially Wetzel's with sour cream and onion (? or is it chives?) but most pretzels that you buy -- and especially frozen ones -- have an odd chlorine-y taste to them.

Tonight's Good Eats is all about pretzels.  Yay.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Eesh

You know, it's Disney for cripe's sake -- you'd think they'd want to take my money.  Please fix your software so that I can pay for our vacation.  Thank you.

Well...I Did It

So as some of you may know, we're going to Disney World later this summer.

I don't handle heat well, so I've been investigating options for cooling myself down.  The most promising (besides misting fans, which I already have) is evaporative cooling hats, which serve the dual purpose of keeping my very, very pale skin from burning.

(The last time I was at Disney World, I ended up with a second degree sunburn.  I have no desire to repeat that experience.)

Anyway, the best hats have wide brims (the better to protect your face and neck) but considering my sensory issues about my hair (I can't handle hair touching my ears...weird, I know, but true), I always wear my hair back in a ponytail.  Obviously, that won't work with an evaporative cooling hat.

So I took my butt down to Fantastic Sam's today and got my hair chopped off.  Cat -- it looks kinda like your Miss B.'s hair.  The bangs may need some tweaking; she cut them at an angle to hide my forehead despite my repeatedly saying that I've been wearing ponytails for 15+ years, so I'm used to my great big forehead showing.

Other than that, it feels...weird...but good.  I took Patrick along for moral support, but it was relatively painless.  And she even trimmed around my ears so the hair doesn't touch.  :-)