8.4.2kXI
Of all the strange things to land at the airshow my little family and I attended on Saturday was ... a craft fair.
We had experimental aircraft and blown-glass booths. We had WWII fighters and a dried fig tent. We had F-18s. We had a "flying wing." We had the motherfuckin' Red Bull® helicopter doing FLIPS. And, y'know ... we had a massage tent, a child ID tent, a smoothie tent and a home made candles for sale tent. They SHOULDA had a few more hot dog tents, as the line at the "Space Shuttle Cafe" was an hour long. At least there was something to look at, something doing tricks and trailing smoke in the sky.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Copper
8.3.2kXI
I traded in my Standard-def TiVo for some POS Verizon HD-DVR. It's about as dumb as a rock, but the HD it shits out is purty.
All my TiVo favorites are gone and tryin' to A., remember them all (and their hierarchies), and, B., program that into Dumbo HD-DVR would be a waste of time. Better to forget most of those programs anyway.
So I flipped through the almost-unintelligible "guide" the other day and decided on a show called "Storage Wars." I chose this ONLY because one of the "featured participants" of this reality show recently sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" during the 7th Inning Stretch at Wrigley Field in Chicago. I hadn't seen this mope or his show before and he sucked at singing, was a boring, short interview and exited the booth before the end of the half-inning. This indicating that the TV announcers were as unimpressed by him as I was. The Cubs have had celebrities singing the stretch since our beloved announcer Harry Carey passed away in 1998. The celebs are A- and B-list entertainers, business types and athletes. This guy from "Storage Wars" was a distant ... I dunno ... F-list.
And his show sucks. And he seems to be the weasel among the "featured participants." Which then made me think of our poor, hapless Little Bears: The Cubbies are so fucking bad this year that they're having to dig deeeeeeep into the celeb pool to find someone, however disinterested, unknown and uninteresting to sing at home games.
Boo. Go Cubs.
Tonight - Argus.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
I traded in my Standard-def TiVo for some POS Verizon HD-DVR. It's about as dumb as a rock, but the HD it shits out is purty.
All my TiVo favorites are gone and tryin' to A., remember them all (and their hierarchies), and, B., program that into Dumbo HD-DVR would be a waste of time. Better to forget most of those programs anyway.
So I flipped through the almost-unintelligible "guide" the other day and decided on a show called "Storage Wars." I chose this ONLY because one of the "featured participants" of this reality show recently sang "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" during the 7th Inning Stretch at Wrigley Field in Chicago. I hadn't seen this mope or his show before and he sucked at singing, was a boring, short interview and exited the booth before the end of the half-inning. This indicating that the TV announcers were as unimpressed by him as I was. The Cubs have had celebrities singing the stretch since our beloved announcer Harry Carey passed away in 1998. The celebs are A- and B-list entertainers, business types and athletes. This guy from "Storage Wars" was a distant ... I dunno ... F-list.
And his show sucks. And he seems to be the weasel among the "featured participants." Which then made me think of our poor, hapless Little Bears: The Cubbies are so fucking bad this year that they're having to dig deeeeeeep into the celeb pool to find someone, however disinterested, unknown and uninteresting to sing at home games.
Boo. Go Cubs.
Tonight - Argus.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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8.2.2kXI
Tonight: Club Deluxe
Little Minsky's Burlesque w/ special international performers!! Doors at 9pm / Show at 10pm. $5 cover. See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Tonight: Club Deluxe
Little Minsky's Burlesque w/ special international performers!! Doors at 9pm / Show at 10pm. $5 cover. See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Santini Air
8.1.2kXI
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to NOT believe anything I read on the internets. I'm making some exceptions for this story.
I'm shit-crazy nuts about helicopters. Not just because my aunt flies one and not because they buzz my home day-in and day-out. Also because they're frikkin' beautiful and damn cool.
My love affair has gone on for some time. I know this because I used to LOVE the television show "Airwolf." It was a show about a helicopter with guns and shit and Jan-Michael Vincent stole it, hid it and flew around blowing shit up with it. It ruled my world back in '84 - '86, then it got stupid.
I hadn't thought of Airwolf for many years. Then I saw a Bell 222 fly over my home. As it is the same kind of helicopter that the Airwolf helicopter was, I remembered the show. And since I live in a world where damn-near every show is now streaming on NetFlix, I looked it up and - voila - there it is.
I was a young pup back in '84 - '86, so I didn't know '80s crap when I saw it, but I know it now and boy, is Airwolf crappy. Sure, the chopper is cool, but the story is dumb, the acting is bad and the music is awful. I got bored, so I looked up the show on wikipedia. There I learned a terrible fact: After the show was canceled, the Airwolf helicopter was sold and became an air-ambulance in Germany - where it crashed in a storm and killed all aboard! Shit!
I read that and sat stunned and sad. The show was still on and it proved a nice distraction. The story got stupider and stupider. I got bored. On the show, a plot point had the main character serving as the stunt pilot for a movie. He was stunt-piloting a Hughes 500 helicopter aircraft number N58428. I googled that number and - hot damn! - it was a helicopter that would one day become (one of) T.C.'s choppers in the still-great 80s show Magnum P.I.!! I forgot all about being sad. This was geeky fun at it's finest.
I told you I was bored.
Tonight - TNSC "Ground Zero": The Orbit Room.
C'mon by for a warming cocktail on this potentially chilly SF Summer evening.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to NOT believe anything I read on the internets. I'm making some exceptions for this story.
I'm shit-crazy nuts about helicopters. Not just because my aunt flies one and not because they buzz my home day-in and day-out. Also because they're frikkin' beautiful and damn cool.
My love affair has gone on for some time. I know this because I used to LOVE the television show "Airwolf." It was a show about a helicopter with guns and shit and Jan-Michael Vincent stole it, hid it and flew around blowing shit up with it. It ruled my world back in '84 - '86, then it got stupid.
I hadn't thought of Airwolf for many years. Then I saw a Bell 222 fly over my home. As it is the same kind of helicopter that the Airwolf helicopter was, I remembered the show. And since I live in a world where damn-near every show is now streaming on NetFlix, I looked it up and - voila - there it is.
I was a young pup back in '84 - '86, so I didn't know '80s crap when I saw it, but I know it now and boy, is Airwolf crappy. Sure, the chopper is cool, but the story is dumb, the acting is bad and the music is awful. I got bored, so I looked up the show on wikipedia. There I learned a terrible fact: After the show was canceled, the Airwolf helicopter was sold and became an air-ambulance in Germany - where it crashed in a storm and killed all aboard! Shit!
I read that and sat stunned and sad. The show was still on and it proved a nice distraction. The story got stupider and stupider. I got bored. On the show, a plot point had the main character serving as the stunt pilot for a movie. He was stunt-piloting a Hughes 500 helicopter aircraft number N58428. I googled that number and - hot damn! - it was a helicopter that would one day become (one of) T.C.'s choppers in the still-great 80s show Magnum P.I.!! I forgot all about being sad. This was geeky fun at it's finest.
I told you I was bored.
Tonight - TNSC "Ground Zero": The Orbit Room.
C'mon by for a warming cocktail on this potentially chilly SF Summer evening.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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