she’s not dead, jim…

…just a remarkable simulacrum.  Which would explain all the folks milling around me with stakes and garlic and the like.  I need to point out the fact that, though it may be Halloween week, I am out and about in the daylight.

I’ve actually been percolating all sorts of thoughts in my cranium that would lead to a blog entry or two, but today is not the day for that.  I’m tired and weary and sore after serving as photographer last night for a screening that CuteFilmNerd put together.  I haven’t moved like that in years. Well, at least not in public.

But I’m breaking my blog silence to take advantage of bragging rights I’ve been awarded by the lovely Janiece, Hot Chick Extraordinaire, who has named me winner of the Comment of the Week.

Back later in the week to issue my own words of wisdom re: next week’s election, especially in regards to Proposition 8 in California.

i am a marvel superhero!

Do not doubt it, mortals, for behold!

Marvel-Create Your Own Superhero

And yes, that is exactly how I look in real life while at JPL – primary colors and everything.


iTunes wordle – work edition…

A snapshot of my iTunes at work:

The name “Colin” is obviously the biggest, but not just due to my love of Colin Hay. I have a friend who is an an incredible musician, so there is a veritable plethora of Colin music residing on my work computer. I’ll have to try this with my laptop and see what it unveils.

And if you’d like your very own iTunes Wordle, follow these steps:

1) In iTunes, select View Options under the View menu.
2) Turn off everything but “Artist.”
3) Select all and copy into a spreadsheet.
4) Delete the column with the music title.
5) Paste the results into the Create page.

(H/T to Tania, Janiece and Jeri)

unbelievably cool…

A couple of fantastically cool things relating to the Large Hadron Collector:

Particle Physics t-shirt @
Particle Physics t-shirt design @ ©

(H/t to Wil Wheaton)

xkcd - hadron turn-on

Truly awesome…

oh. my. g-d…

I’ve mentioned that I’m eager for REPO: THE GENETIC OPERA to be released. I’m not sure about the music, to be honest – some of it sounds great and some not so much.

But here’s the primary reason I’m bouncing in my chair with impatience:

(Check out the part at two minutes – oh my fucking g-d, that gives me chills.)

Is it November yet?

this and that…

I feel like writing, but no real subject pops up. Just a couple of little things:

  • I’m in the process of figuring out what constitutes an asthma attack and what doesn’t. I mean, not being able to take a deep breath is certainly a major symptom, but what else? Turns out I have two of the more unusual asthma symptoms around: sighing and anxiety. Perhaps those anxiety attacks I had back in late 2006-early 2007 were really early warning signs of my asthma. And I find I sigh quite frequently, which is confusing around friends because they’re sure that I’m thinking deep, heavy thoughts when in reality I’m just trying to find a way of catching my breath. Excessive yawning is another way of catching my breath, so if I’m yawning around you, it’s not because I’m tired or bored. Probably.
  • I have a deep dark secret to reveal: there are quite a few ’70s songs that I love unreservedly. Many of them are a bit on the cheesy side, while others at least approach The Land of Cheez. Wildfire, Seasons in the Sun, The Night That The Lights Went Out In Georgia, The Night Chicago Died, If You Could Read My Mind, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, etc, etc, etc. Even non-cheesy ’60s songs get me going (i.e. To Sir With Love). Play any of these songs and I guarantee that I will stop in my tracks and start singing along. At some point I will close my eyes and most likely sway. If my sense of restraint is completely gone, dancing will ensue. Admittedly, several of them became big around the time that my sister died, so songs like Wildfire, Seasons in the Sun, and If You Could Read My Mind (or anything mentioning death or disappearance) are irretrievably twined with memories of grief and recovery, but damn if I don’t still love all these songs (and more!) with all my heart and soul. *sigh*

(I actually sang this for my fifth grade Gong Show – got a 27!)
I know, I know…*hangs head*

one of them newfangeled interwebs thingies…

In a stunning move meant to lead the trend pack by trailing it by miles, I have joined Netflix. Because watching 2-5 movies a week in the theater these days just doesn’t seem to be enough. And also because I got a two-week free trial. And they have Basil Rathbone movies that I have never seen before. Anyone who knows me knows of my undying love for all things Basil Rathbone.

I currently have thirty-two discs in my queue. Of course, eighteen of those are Scrubs episodes – the first six seasons with Season 7 on order. But I’ve got all manner of movies on there: sci-fi, musicals, mysteries, thrillers and unusual independents. It’s a good thing that I just got a new (to me) TV that’ll be hooked up to my DVD player in my bedroom. Mind you, I hate having a TV in my room, but with CuteFilmNerd over my place as often as he is and my roommate deciding that he wants to use his own TV in the living room to tape TV shows, well, I don’t feel like I have much choice in the matter. Plus the TV was free. You can’t beat a free 27″ TV with a stick. Well, you could, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Things stop working when you do that.

As I recently Twittered, I’m so late to the party that I started my own.

(Whenever I mention Twitter and Twittering around CuteFilmNerd, he turns into a 12 year old with the double innuendos. Is it wrong that I not only think it’s cute in an almost-42 year old man, but I shamelessly encourage him? Apparently I am also 12.)


Last week I saw five movies in the theater. Five! That’s twice as many as 2006 and 2007 combined! Granted, three of them were over the weekend (double bill of Network and The Hospital on Saturday and a Saturday midnight showing of Piranha – one of CuteFilmNerd’s favorite films), but still, that’s a lot of movies. I’m seriously thinking about putting together a list of all the movies that CuteFilmNerd and I see together, just to remind myself what I’m immersing myself in. At this rate, I’ll have seen more movies than any of my friends who have made fun of me for seeing so few movies (CuteNerdBoy and my roommate come to mind, for example).One of the fun things about living in L.A., however, is not just the movies that are available in revival houses, but the folks who show up to watch them. At the midnight showing of Piranha I saw Quentin Tarantino, Justin Long and Zachary Quinto. Pretty cool, I have to say. I mean, I don’t care all that much about Tarantino, but the other two were fun to see. Plus I met Clu Gulager, whom CuteFilmNerd knows and who is the very definition of a working actor. Also pretty cool.


However, not all is milk and honey in the World of Carol. As there are times where I am not always the brightest bulb on the string, I was stupid enough to sit in the front row of the movie theater for Piranha. Being the not-so-proud possessor of an arthritic neck for the last ten years, I know better than this. But CuteFilmNerd wanted to sit and talk with Clu before the movie started and I thought about the time I saw The Return of the King in the front row of the theater with no ill effects (a lucky fluke, apparently), so I said sure. Dumb move on my part. I’ve been aching ever since and taking ibuprofen like it’s candy. I’m sure moving my TV on Saturday before the movie didn’t help much. *sigh*

Also, last weekend I stupidly dropped my camera when CuteFilmNerd and I were hiking in Griffith Park. While I can still take photos with it, I seem to be unable to get the photos off the camera unless my new fella uses his card reader on his laptop. Something we didn’t get around to doing this past weekend, which means I have some very cool photos from last weekend and this past weekend that I can’t upload to my Picasa account. Excuse me as I commence fuming.

Which means that I’ll just have to make do with a couple of photos from his online profile that caught my attention:

Damn, he’s a cutie! Okay, maybe he’s got a thing about pointing (not really – just when he’s being silly for photos).

And on Saturday he used the “G” word in referring to me. I’m not talking “goose,” either. When I asked him about it, he said that, given how much time we spend together – which is nearly every day – and how we care for one another, it seemed to fit. So it looks like I’ve got myself a boyfriend.

How’d that happen?

Of course, that means that freaking out must also commence, because that’s just the way I roll, baby. But I must freak out in such a way that I don’t push away my brand-new boyfriend, because I really like this guy.

Doing the ol’ finger-crossing again…

just on his way to clavius…

Arthur C.Clarke has died, at the age of 90 in Sri Lanka.

I’ve read precious little of Clarke’s work. Many years ago I devoured a science fiction short story collection, the name of which I no longer remember but loved like nothing else. The anthology contained two of the most influential science fiction stories of my youth: “It’s Such a Beautiful Day” by Isaac Asimov and “History Lesson” by Clarke. Decades later I read my first Clarke novel – Childhood’s End – and was moved beyond the telling of it. Shortly thereafter I devoured the novelization of 2001: A Space Odyssey (which I finally saw last weekend).

I may not have read much of his work, but I’ve loved everything of his that I have picked up.

RIP, Sir Arthur. I’m sure that the mysteries of Clavius are just the beginning.

Edited to add: Space Monkeys has a great tribute.

nice weekends…

…are nice.

Nice weekends watching interesting movies? Are very nice.

Nice weekends watching interesting movies with a cute, interesting and funny guy who is a film nerd of the first magnitude? Super nice.

So is seeing 2001: A Space Odyssey for the first time ever. Which happened to be a 70mm print on the big screen. With said film nerd. Who’s also a sci-fi/horror film fan. And an actor. And a lefty who’s got a teeny bit of a “really handsome version of Al Franken” thing going (and yes, there is such a thing – shut up).

Ooh, yeah…

(BTW, I know I’ve mentioned before that I love my friends, but it’s especially true when they’re being all geeky and dorky. Yesterday, while at a political meeting, I mentioned to MusicianMan that I would be seeing 2001: A Space Odyssey for the first time ever. After his askance looks in my general direction, along with statements which indicated that he doubted the truth of my sci-fi fandom, he proceeded to tell me the best place to sit to enjoy the movie. Then he showed me movie stills that he had on his laptop. Then he emailed me said movie stills last night. And called me this morning to see how I enjoyed the movie.

MusicianMan may bear a passing resemblance to David Duchovny, but he’s as big a dorky geek as they come, even if he’s all cool and low-key about it. I love my geeky dorky friends.)

So CuteFilmNerd and I are talking about getting together again on Thursday (date #3 – we saw Chicago 10 on Saturday night). I’m looking forward to it.

Life is certainly keeping itself interesting. I’m gonna do my damned best to not over-analyze things (again, shut up) and just allow whatever is supposed to happen happen. I’m feeling a little odd, since my break-up is still pretty recent. The last time I started seeing someone soon after a break-up was in ’93, when FG and I got together after my break-up with ScreenWriter (the ex with whom I’m still friends). There was a space of two and a half months between those two relationships, which felt to me at the time as not enough time. FG and I ended up being together three and a half years, so I guess it wasn’t too short a time after all. But three weeks? That’s pretty damned short.

This time I really just want to relax about it all because, while I’m feeling better than I did three weeks ago, my emotions are still a little funky and I could easily engage in self-sabotage if I’m not careful. I’ve done it before – allowed my insecurities to get the better of me as I pushed away a promising prospect or two. I don’t want it to happen again. However, I don’t want to get ahead of myself here either, which is also very easy for me to do.

The universe is keeping me on my toes. I haven’t yet decided if I want to thank it, but with this new development, I won’t curse it just yet.


I’ve become a total WordPress convert.

When I switched from Blogger to, there were a few things that bugged me about WordPress. Mainly that they don’t allow Javascript. So many of my favorite online things happen to include Javascript that this development made me all pouty. And not the cute sexy girl pouty, either.

But now that I’ve got my own domain (again) and am not dependent on the kindness of, instead doing my own hosting and installing whatever the hell I want, well, my pout has turned into a rather pleased and self-satisfied smirk. Except on those days when my pout is the cute sexy girl pout – which, granted, hasn’t been around for a few days.

Know what makes me smile the most in this regard? The once-again-workingness of my Sitemeter reader. It’s the only site statistics plugin that I like, even after trying WordPress’s site stats and Google Analytics. Not to sound like a commerical here, but it’s the only site stat plugin that gives me exactly what I want, when I want it (and I want it often, baby). Unfortunately, it works best with Javascript.

Oh, yeah, give me that Javascript. You know how I like it.