It’s not from her, but from a movie she just watched:
“You can’t walk [away from] your own story.”
And if you want to watch Rango (again) after reading her post, then let that be your movie recommendation for the weekend.
I just wish I knew whether this is my own story… I need to get to the range again soon.
For the first time in over 85 years, Monopoly’s 16 Community Chest Cards are about to get a “long overdue” refresh, Hasbro announced Thursday.
According to the Monopoly website where players may vote, card options include rescuing a puppy to get out of jail free or being penalized for not recycling your trash.
Here are my suggestions for the new “Community Chest” cards:
And just for laughs, here are a few replacement “Chance” cards:
And one more update, this time to the board itself: the “Free Parking” corner space
is replaced with another of these:
There’s no such thing as free parking anymore, and with all the new laws which keep getting added every year, your chances of breaking one and being sent to jail are a lot higher than when Monopoly was first designed.
Feel free to add your ideas in Comments.
Tech Support II (a.k.a. Friend and Reader BobbyK) spent the weekend with us, and on Friday night we went out to dinner at one of Plano’s most crowded and noisy eating places, Legacy Hall, in the area known as Legacy West just off the Dallas North Tollway. It’s basically the equivalent of a mall food court which caters not to the kiddie- and preteen set, but to grownups. There is no chain restaurant presence (other than Velvet Tacos, barely a chain), and from the three dozen-odd kiosks comes a huge variety of foods ranging from sushi, BBQ, lobster rolls, tacos, pizza and lamb gyros to an endless supply of locally-brewed beers and of course hard liquor. Weekend nights feature an outdoor (also, usually local) band on stage, and pre-Chinkvirus, the place absolutely throbbed. During the lockdowns, of course, the place was like a tomb.
Last Friday night it was throbbing again, jam-packed, and at a rough guess, only about half the people walking around were wearing face condoms. (While seated for eating and drinking, of course, nobody was wearing them.) Even in the elevators, only a few people were wearing masks. (One girl’s mask consisted of fine muslin and sequins… actually, quite pretty: a “Dream of Jeannie” look.)
All good fun, in other words: my only problem with the whole thing was that the loud music and concomitant noise from people shouting at each other set my tinnitus to “scream” mode, so we left after dinner. But what a fine experience, to see people out and about and getting on with the serious adult fun of eating, drinking and mating. (One guy was giving his female companion a very thorough foot massage at the table next to ours.)
Fuck you, Fauci: you, and your entire cohort of control freaks.
Do not, under any circumstances, watch the movie Marauders on Netflix. Barely three weeks into 2021, we already have a hot favorite for Totally Shit Movie Of The Year.
An unbelievable premise, a terrible plot with more holes than ten golf resorts combined, a mailed-in performance by Bruce Willis, and because the main storyline is so weak, half a dozen sub-plots of absolutely no relevance are added to pad the thing out — all made even worse by editing that wouldn’t have passed a high school film class exam, and lighting that looks as though the movie was shot during a California brownout. And when the thing finally ends, there are more loose ends than on the back side of a pre-schooler’s sewing assignment.
Some movies are so bad they are fun to watch. This is not one of those. Absolutely every single person involved with the making of this movie needs to be flogged, right down to the guy who washed the dishes in the studio cafeteria during filming.
Kim’s Rating: not only zero stars, but a black hole.
No, not fake breasts, sorry. Via Insty comes this wonderful piece:
The notion that COVID-19 vaccines will be used by governments across the globe to track the human race’s every move has long been a topic of discussion among conspiracy theorists. But now, new ‘evidence’ has emerged from Italian proponents of the idea – only it would be evidence, were it not a reworked schematic for the Boss Metal Zone.
The conspiracy theorists shared the schematic online, claiming it depicted the diagram for the supposed 5G chip. It features a section labelled “5G frequency” – clearly the source of many a theorist’s eureka moment – as well as terms guitarists will find familiar: “MT-2 Gain”, “Footswitch” among the most recognizable.
Mario Fusco, a senior software engineer at Redhat, spotted the misinformation and took to Twitter to flag it.
It’s not often that I read something that causes me to collapse in a fit of helpless laughter, but this was one of those rarities. Hell, I’m still grinning.
Most conspiracy theorists are complete fucking idiots, but taking a circuit board schematic of a guitar pedal and claiming it’s the tracking /controlling device embedded in a vaccine? That’s brilliance compounded by stupidity.
Music Geekery Alert: That said, I could think of far worse things you could have implanted in your system than the BOSS Metal Zone pedal.
This little beauty can make the most awful guitar sound like anything played by Tony Iommi or Kirk Hammett, and it’s probably used by just about every lead guitarist in rock music.
In fact, the only other product of similar effect I’d agree to have implanted in me would be the venerable Ibanez Tube Screamer*, of similar renown and popularity:
I would respectfully suggest, however, that as excellent as these two pedals are, they would be piss-poor as human control devices.
*And yes, I know the difference between distortion (BOSS/transistors) and overdrive (Screamer/diodes). I may be a bassist (who doesn’t use either), but I’m not ignorant.
What a lovely surprise.
I just finished watching the Scandi-cop (set in Iceland) show Trapped on BezosTV, and it’s beyond-words excellent. The characters are quite real: they’re like people you meet everyday — no superhero dead shots, no Clinty-style fistfights, people blundering through tragedy and triumph with a complete absence of witty one-liners — in short, just about the way real people behave. And speaking of real, the unlikely lead character is the bearlike Icelander Ólafur Darri Ólafsson with a truly magnificent performance.
As usual with Scandi-dramas, the story is complicated, with plenty of sub-plots which all somehow tie together in the end, but very believably. It’s a tiny town in Iceland, after all, and it’s not surprising that everyone is somehow connected.
Don’t get me started on the setting and the scenery: I’m still shivering.
This is not a show to be missed. I’m going to take a break before I watch the second season so I can savor every memory of the first. It’s that good.