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So long, and thanks for all the fish

hhgtg.jpgThe Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy defines summer movies based on beloved novels thusly, 'These movies grow out of the author's desperate grasping for attention which has a direct correlation to the amount of time his mother spent with him when he was a child. Never as good as the book (even when the book wasn't all that great) these movies are best avoided; except when they based on anything written by Douglas Adams.'

Of course it has to say that since Mr. Adams wrote it.

Thanks to Becky, of Good Grief! fame, and Type E (I don't think I can use his real name, so I shall use his blog name, even though I think blog names are a bit silly) I was able to partake in a sneak preview of 'The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy' tonight, and best of all it was free! Second best of all is that it was a veritable who's who of the Philadelphia Blogosphere. I was there, Becky was there, Type E (Can I link to his blog? Better not) was there, as was the Lunabomber himself! Jealous yet? Well, you should be, bastard.

Oh, and there were some non-bloggers there as well (like the other Scott), so that was cool.

How was the movie, I hear you ask. Full disclosure here: whilst I was in college (the best 7 years of my life) I wrote a paper entitled, 'Douglas Adams is a god to me' (you see kids, I was a geek in college too!), so it goes without saying that I enjoy his work.

Therefore I really, really wanted to like this movie. It could have been the worst movie I had ever seen (it wasn't) and I would have still liked it. I liked it. The book was better but the film was good. I mean, come on, Author Dent on the big screen? A whale plummeting to its death? Where else are you going to find that?

However, if you haven't read the book you really should. I reread it in preparation for the movie and I still like it as much as I ever did. I wish Mr. Adams hadn't died so young, I am sure he had plenty more wacky adventures brewing in that head of his.

Sarah Vowell Knows My Name!

VowellUnlike Dave, I got Sarah Vowell to personalize the inscription to me (though some could argue that 'to Scott' isn't all that personal.  It is far better than what Robert Pinsky wrote in the copy of the 'Figured Wheel' I had him sign for me, but that is a story for a different day).

That's right, not only did I get to meet Sarah, but I got to meet Philadelphia's own Lunabomber.  Sadly, he didn't have Shelley with him so I couldn't get a ride (though I think I'm over the weight limit which is something that a normal person might be embarrassed about but I know I'm fat so I don't care).

Speaking of embarrassing (how's that for a segue), I was in line to get my book signed with my friend Maura.  I remarked to Maura, 'I wonder if Sarah Vowell has ever been to the Masonic Temple.'

Maura: 'Why?'

Me: 'Well, they have a little museum there, and in the museum they have a piece of George Washington's coffin.  I thought she might be interested in that.'

Maura: 'They have a piece of George Washington's coffin?'

Me: 'Yep, apparently sometime after his death they created a nice new mausoleum for his body and so they dug old Georgie up, and his original wood coffin shattered, and somehow the Masons got a piece. Washington was a Mason, ya know.'

Maura: 'You should totally tell her that.'

Me: 'I don't know.  I'm sure she gets tons of jerks telling her random historical facts all the time.  She doesn't seem to be too big into small talk, and we know I'm not good at it.'

Maura: 'Well, I'm going to tell her that you have a good story to share with her.'

Me: 'You wouldn't!'

Maura: 'Ok, I won't.  But you should tell her anyway.'

And that settled that, or so I thought.  Being the gentleman that I am, I allowed Maura to get her book signed before I did, so Maura made her way up to Sarah.  She seemed to be taking a little longer than others, but she did have two books with her so I thought nothing of it.

Soon Sarah was done signing Maura's book and it was my turn. Should I tell her about Washington's coffin?  Would she care?

'You're Scott,' she asked me (a volunteer had written my name on a post it note and stuck in the book to make the whole process easier so I didn't think that Sarah had telepathic powers).

'Yes I am,' I responded a little too loudly (I sometimes lack the ability to control the volume of my voice when I get nervous).

'And you're her friend,' asked Sarah pointing to Maura (Maybe she DOES have telepathic powers).

Oh boy, I thought.

'Oh boy,' I said under my breath, 'yes I am.'

And then I said, in the suavest way in which it is possible to bring up a dead president's coffin, 'Have you ever been to the Masonic Temple?'

She had not.

I then explained the whole George Washington story, and she responded, 'How did they get it?'

'I don't know.'

'Well, everybody likes souvenirs.'



Water slowly crystallizing into ice.

I blinked.

'I guess so.  Well...thanks.'  And I turned to walk away and promptly walked into a potted plant.


'I'm sorry, did I embarrass you?'

'What did you say to her,' I asked.

'She probably thinks I'm a freak.  I told her, 'My friend has a great story about George Washington. Ask him about it.' And she said, 'I can't make someone talk.''

'Well, you can make me talk,' I said.

'I know!  So, do you hate me?'

'I don't hate you, though I do feel like a special needs child now.'

Sheesh, I can't imagine what Sarah Vowell thought of us, but it wouldn't have been a Blankbaby outing if something awkward didn't happen to me.

Tablet PC?

Tc1100Why am I suddenly obsessed with Tablet PC's, other than the fact that I have a since track mind that makes it very easy for me to obessess about random things (though I am also very laid back so I seldom worry about anything)?

Why do I enjoy run on sentences?

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do we park on driveways but drive on parkways (I know the answer to that one, actually)?

Why is this post so lame?

Sarah Vowell Tonight

As was previously announced I will be heading to the Free Library tonight to see Sarah Vowell talk about her newest work, 'Assassination Vacation.'  I will also, most likely, be purchasing said book and getting it signed (if she signs books that is).

Maura is joining me, but if anyone else would like to come, the more the merrier is what I always say!  Well, I say that sometimes.

Click here for details.

Cat's Cradle

You're Cat's Cradle!
by Kurt Vonnegut
You believe quite firmly that free will deserted you long ago and far away. As a result, it's hard to take responsibility for anything. Even though you show great potential as a leader of a small 3rd world country, the choices are all made ahead of time. You're rather fond of games involving string. Your fear of nuclear weaponry is trumped only by your fear of ice.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

So says the Bookquiz, which I found via BookLust.  I'm not sure how accurate it is, but does anyone have any Ice 9 I could borrow?

Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It...

20siderI don't know if I should be heartened or offended by the Why Geeks and Nerds Are Worth It... post on Craigslist. On the one hand this is a fairly impassioned plea to 'give geeks a chance,' however it the main benefit, so it seems, from dating a geek is that you can be sure they aren't looking at someone else because.. they're geeks.

As we all know, I'm a geek but I like art, the theater, museums, and strolls on the beach (ok, not so much the last one. I burn easily). I am not a stereotype!

Sure, I like Star Trek, computers, and technology in general, however I respect women not because I am a geek but because I'm a nice guy.

Is that so wrong?

Magical Adult Knowledge

I'm not sure if I posted about this already, but hey, I can do what I want.

I was thinking the other day (shocking I know), and I got to thinking about my favorite subject, me. When I was a mere tot I though that adults had strange and mysterious powers, and when you became one all this knowledge magically revealed itself to you and you were reborn!

Of course, now that I'm 28 and that hasn't happened... I'm pretty sure it isn't going to happen (though if it does you'll be the first to know). Therefore, I'm just like I was when I was a kid only bigger, and I know more (which allows me to be sarcastic in ever more creative ways).

This makes me wonder, what was I like as a kid?

Someone recently described me as 'goofy and hard working' (you know who you are), and I think that pretty much sums it up (though I have also been called a 'comment whore,' recently, so who knows). Was I a hard working kid? No, no I wasn't, that much I remember. I hardly ever concentrated on my schoolwork (though I got good grades) and I made sure never to apply myself (just to piss my mother off).

I don't know where this entry is going, so I'm ending it here.

Remote Cabin

CabinYou ever want to retreat to a remote, snow covered cabin where no one can reach you (cell phones don't work, there are no computers, and the internet is the thing inside your bathing suit, though why you have your bathing suit with you is your own issue)?

I don't, but I imagine others might.

Ahh, I kid.  I must admit that time alone in such a setting is certainly attractive.  Though, there are many hurdles that I would have to over come in order to do it.  Firstly, I don't drive.  So I could probably get to the vicinity of whatever locale this cabin was located, but getting to the cabin itself would present some difficulty.

Secondly I would probably take that time to read a bunch of books, which are heavy.  So if I were to go to this place I would need to bring along a suitcase full of books, and the airline workers, the taxicab drivers, and the cabin help wouldn't like me.

And, I do believe this one goes without saying, it is a little odd to take a trip that could be construed as very romantic by yourself.

What a beautiful day to build a server!

The weather is great in Philadelphia today, a great day to spend outside with a loved one (or someone you may be wooing... at the moment I don't have either [well I have loved ones but they don't live in Philly so the chances of me spending any time with them today are null, and I didn't mean friends and family I meant 'special friends,' if you know what I mean {and I think you do}] but I am confident that I shall.  Which reminds me I need to write that post about 'The Ladies,' perhaps tonight).

Alas, I shall spend most of the day in a machine room (or a server room if you like) building a server.  Sure, I could have come in earlier and had more time later in the day with which to frolic, but I do loves me some sleep.  However, I have noticed that as I am getting older (though I am far from old, and I think I am emotionally about 3, tops) I am finding it harder and harder to sleep as late as I once did.  People have told me about this (notably Glenn who, much like me, was a night owl and would still like to be) but I didn't really believe them (or him).  Well, as usual, it turns out that I was wrong, and now I get up earlier than I would like most days.

Anyway, I should stop posting and get to building. So get out and enjoy the day, do it for your Uncle Scott!

You know you're in trouble when...

The tech support person you have been working with for hours says, 'Do you happen to have a spare server laying around?'

Sigh, looks like a complete rebuild is in order (at least on the OS level). It could be worse, like if I had to do it over the weekend.

Oh, wait, I do have to do it tomorrow.

Well, thems the breaks I suppose. At least I don't have to get up at 9am.

Take this, National Poetry Month!

Cold particles alight upon my shoulder.
Where is she?
A little boy drops his carrot, and somewhere a woman screams.
The scream. The Scream.
Echoing as if on fire,
Crackling to be heard.

Seven entered, three returned.
Clutching each other for support
they knew their destiny.
Where is she?
Who is she?
All answers lead to confusion.
Cold, hard confusion is the only reality.

Where is she?

Scoble would be proud

This should make Scobie happy.  Yesterday, in a meeting about some AV needs for a new conference room I suggested that a tablet PC might be the perfect solution for the groups needs.

I don't know if anyone agreed with me (but I did see a few affirmative nods) but I think it is the best solution (and I want to play with one, everyone wins!).

UPDATE: Who else thinks it humorous that I can never spell perfect correctly?  Perhaps the universe is telling me something.

Philadelphia Webloggers Meeting April 20th at 7pm

czar.gifIt is that time of the month again, the time when I start imploring people to join us for our monthly Philadelphia Monthly Meeting (I have stopped calling it a meetup for reasons that I shall explain in a post sooner or later).

Come join us for talk, food, libations, and general mirthfulness as we descend upon the Independence Brew Pub.  Talking to people face to face is like blogging, only you have to wear pants (most of the time).

When: April 20th at 7pm
Independence Brew Pub
1150 Filbert Street
Philadelphia, PA 19107

It is a great chance to meet fellow bloggers and Philadelphians! And the best part is, you don't even have to be a blogger to attend.  We welcome one and all.  So RSVP already!  You don't want to make me cry, do you?

Oh, and if you fair Philadelphian bloggers would be so nice as to promote this on your own blogs that would be neato!