Cameras, William Gibson, X-Files, and a Visionary Make-Up Artist

Esther Nairn (Kristin Lehman)

The year was 1998. William Gibson, the father of Cyberpunk, was a hot commodity. X-Files, the edgy I-Want-To-Believe sci fi show was champion of the airwaves.

Together, these should have made an incredible pairing. ┬áInstead, it was rather dumb. The episode, Kill Switch, dealt with some typical cyberpunk ideas – artificial intelligence, transferring consciousness into the internet, and TV-ridiculous hacking.┬áNone of it was particularly visionary – mostly it was pretty silly, really. Uploading consciousness to the internet pre-broadband? Ludicrous!

However, a project I stumbled across recently brought back memories of the episode, albeit for a fairly odd reason: eye makeup. (more…)

05 Nov 2013

On Toughness

I’m a regular reader of Art of Manliness – both because they have a lot of great articles, but also because I desperately wish to be a man.

They just posted an article comparing being strong to being “tough” – neither of which I’ve ever been accused.

Teddy Roosevelt

One of the toughest men the country’s ever seen. And they named a stuffed bear after him?

I’ve always wanted to be tough. Well, strong, too – but especially tough. The grizzled old man that can land a great white (well, without the part about being eaten by said great white), the tough old bastard that has a treasured car (without the racism, of course), or even the Santa Clause whose calloused hands and ability to lift fat children on and off his knee hint at the difficulty of living in the arctic circle…

I’m not sure I’m ready to start running barefoot yet (or running at all) or even adopting half of this article’s practices; but it appeals to me. Teddy Roosevelt was taught by his father to “make his body,” and although I’ve only ever made my body into a gelatinous mess, recently I’ve been driven to make it something more. And if I’m going to work on my body, I have to first work on my mind.

I have *some* mental toughness – caring for a disabled spouse forces you to develop some cerebral callouses, and I can say I’ve kept my cool whilst being shot at and while dealing with rioters. I’ve also responded to a few medical emergencies, and although I know that my EMT skills aren’t perfect, I kept a cool head and handled the situations calmly.

But I lack willpower. I’m too prone to choose the easy way when I’m given a choice, and I certainly don’t look for chances to put myself through discomfort! I couldn’t hang with Teddy Roosevelt or Seth Bullock – I’d hate to consider what they might think of me.

But the desire is there.

If nothing else, I’ve got the cold shower thing down – but that’s mostly due to the thick layer of blubber and our fickel furnace.

04 Oct 2013

Ooooo, my brain…

I’m all about the healthy lifestyle now. Or at least I’m *trying* to be. Whether or not that happens is still in question. Granted, much of it is going to rest on whether or not my head explodes…

My buddy Austin is one of the owners at BA Athletics, a local – I don’t know even what you’d call it, because “gym” doesn’t sound right. Basically I think it’s a torture chamber. Complete with gothic devices constructed to ensure maximum pain and suffering – racks, iron balls, lead-filled bags – you know, the usual stuff used to get people to confess to witchcraftery.

So I, in my infinite wisdom, decided the thing to do with this diabetes business was to jump into a class!

And five minutes after it started, I’m curled into a ball with the worst headache I’ve ever had.

Yeah, my getting fit is off to a GREAT start…

14 Sep 2013

Oh. Thanks.

So I got a phone call from my doctor’s office today. The results, the dreaded results!

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been peeing and thirsty non-stop. And for YEARS I’ve been skirting diabetes at every checkup. And wow, really, a 300-pound man has diabetes? Shocking!

Well, there you have it. The signs were all there, so I up and went in for the tests. And lo and behold, whadya know, debeedees!

I don’t even remember what the nurse told me when she called. I do know that it was positive and that they would be calling to set up an appointment for me with the diabetes clinics.

It’s funny – I was wondering what I should write about these days. I knew something would come to me, but I must admit, this one kind of caught me by surprise.

13 Sep 2013

Something stirs…

Man. Who would’ve thought doing a fresh install would create such grief?

16 Aug 2013