Fast food tacos. They could almost be a symbol for our nation’s weight crisis, if it wasn’t for the more media-friendly Big Mac to lampoon. The fast food taco has more or less been reduced to a flour tortilla or a corn shell, stuffed with a meat mixture that contains cumin and chili powder, pre-shredded lettuce and processed shredded cheese of unknown variety. It seems like there are now more taco than hamburger quick-service franchises. Some might try and tell you that it reflects a shift in demographics in our nation’s population, but I don’t see a whole lot of Hispanic people dining at Taco Bell. So what’s wrong with fast food tacos? Not a damn thing.
In: Guilty Pleasures · Tagged with: fast food, taco
That Trek tribute came over the airwaves over a backdrop of what reminded me of Nintendo’s Life Force. I had never put forth so much effort into watching a series premier before or after that Sunday in late March of 1999. I watched it in my girlfriend’s parent’s living room, pretty much sitting in awe with my mouth open for the entire half hour, excluding commercial breaks where I excitedly repeated the lines as best as I could, if only for my own amusement. I hadn’t cared about The Simpsons for about two years at that point, feeling it had become a hollow vessel for celebrity cameos. I still respected its edgier early seasons, but something about it seemed very corporate now. I thought maybe Matt Groening was given Futurama as some sort of Simpsons blood money, but when I was younger everything was a big conspiracy to me anyway.
Yesterday I went to see the new Terminator movie. It was pretty good but in no way did it even come close to matching the sheer awesome-itude of the 1991 classic Terminator 2: Judgement Day. That being said, I thought it would be appropriate to look back at one of the movies that warped my fragile little mind as a child.
Arnold Schwarzenegger’s cinematic work is one of life’s greatest guilty pleasures. His movies are bloody, formulaic, and probably cause irreparable psychological damage with repeated viewing, but that’s why they’re fun. One of the high points in Arnold’s oeuvre is a little gem called Terminator 2: Judgement Day.
Let’s take a look at what makes this movie so freaking awesome.
In: Guilty Pleasures, Movies · Tagged with: Judgement Day, robots, Schwarzenegger, T2, Terminator
As the launch of the Palm Pre nears, I felt it would be appropriate to take a look back at my love affair with the PDA.
In an era before smartphones and online scheduling services, those like me required a separate method of remaining organized. I’ve probably had hundreds of paper organizers throughout my life, filling in a day or two here and there until inevitably tossing it on a rarely used piece of furniture or letting it slowly compost with an ancient granola bar in the bottom of a secondhand messenger bag. It was always tragic, finding it months later, dozens of events remaining on scraps of paper shoved haphazardly within its pages, none of theme transferred to the lines of the calendar’s grid. I would remove the usual discount club cards, make a half-assed attempt to sort through any remaining appointments, and drop it in the trash. I’d head up to the discount store, drop a Jackson on one for the current year, and the cycle would begin again. This went on from my freshman year of high school to my sophomore year of college.
After years of putting up with crappy freebie phones I decided to get myself something I really wanted when I needed to upgrade. I’d been hearing bits and pieces of information about Google’s new mobile OS and since Google already owns a good chunk of my life I decided to look into the G1. After salivating over the promotional videos I decided to check out the demo handset when I heard that they were on display at T-Mobile locations. On that fateful day at the T-Mobile kiosk at the mall, while on my lunch break from work, I fell in love with an ugly little chunk of black plastic. On release day, October 22nd 2008, I took the morning off from work so I could get a G1 as soon as humanly possible. Oh HTC, how I love your masterful creation, so aptly named the Dream (in markets where it is sold by operator other than T-Mobile).
I know that my choice is poo-pooed by iPhone users. Sure it’s not as pretty as the iPhone, sure it’s bulky, sure there isn’t as much quality software in the Android Market as there is in the App Store, but to quote Rhett Butler “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Let me tell you why.
First and formost, I actually like the fact that it’s big and brutish. The damn thing is solid as a brick and the spring mechanism looks like something designed by the Soviets. I have an iPod Touch and I’m scared shitless of breaking and/or losing the little bugger, it’s like 20% tiny, 55% fragile, and 25% glass. I’m sure I would feel the same way about an iPhone. Now the G1, there’s a phone that’s rugged and functional, like a lumberjack or a tractor or anything from the Northern Tool and Equipment catalog. If it were a person it would shake hands like a sonuvabitch, not give you the clammy limp fish you’d get from an antrhopomorphic iPhone.
Second off, using an G1 means that I don’t need to have AT&T as a service provider. T-Mobile might not be the best carrier but I’ve been much happier with them then I ever was with AT&T. Also, T-Mobile’s 3G network is full of teh wins.
Thirdly, I like the fact that Android is open source. Sure there may not be as many developers working on it as there are developing for the iPhone but once more handsets start using the Android OS I’m confident that will change.
Finally, and most importantly, I heart Google like whoa. Gmail, Google Docs, Google Analytics, Google Reader, Chrome, for serious, me and Google go together like peas and carrots. Even if I were to have bought an iPhone I would be on Google all the damn time. With the G1 I’m eliminating the middle man.
Everyone I meet that owns a G1 absolutely loves the damn thing. It’s not flashy, it’s not fancy, it’s just a damn good phone. And to all you iPhone users out there that are smirking while you read this, feeling all superior and stuff, I have four words for you: physical keyboard, bite me.
Musically, the early 90’s took a dramatic turn from the previous decade. Pop music took a step back from synthesizers, as if to say “just because we can, doesn’t mean we have to” and guitar solos were brought back to the forefront of the radio dial. I’m sure everyone had an “alternative rock” station, in Minneapolis we had two. The first was KEGE 93.7 The Edge, which was the corporate take on modern rock. The other was the more “underground” Rev105 (KREV 105.1, WREV 105.3, KCFE105.7), which was bought out in early 1997, much to the disappointment of fans (I still remember my friend Will smashing a bottle of Dr. Pepper on the floor of the cafeteria at school that day). Moving on:
doubleawesome.com is up and running.