As an atheist, I often get asked what I think of Christmas. What do I think of this shamefully consumeristic celebration for the birth of a non existent ‘son of god’? How can I possibly celebrate Christmas without being a damn dirty hypocrite? And I answer thus.

How reader, much of Christmas is Christian?

Well Cian, it is a time of love, the giving of gifts and the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, our savior sent to clean up the mess his daddy started by throwing us out of that garden.

WRONG, deluded reader! Christmas has next to nothing to do with Christianity. Let’s outline why.

Firstly, the date. 25th of December. Why do you think it is that date?

Because Jesus was born on that date?

Bullshit, kind reader! Think over the story presented to us in the Bible. Shepherds watching their flock at night, traveling for a census and such. Shepherds don’t watch over their flock at night in the dead of winter. They would not live through the night. Or at least catch a nasty cold. And anyways, traditionally, shepherds watched over their flock during Spring and Autumn. And no self respecting ruler would call a census for which thousands of people would have to travel for days during the coldest time of year. That’s just silly. As for the birth itself? Totally didn’t happen then, if it happened at all (but don’t take it from me! Read this article by a group of religious people who have looked far too deeply into this.) And the Stable and animals are not even mentioned in the biblical accounts. Only the manger is.

Ok… So maybe the birth didn’t happen on Christmas. But how about all this giving gifts to celebrate him? How about the tree to symbolize his birth, and the ever-present love of god?

Well, kind reader, let me continue.

It is fairly well known at this point that many of the Christian holidays are actually just Pagan holidays in disguise (Seriously. Rabbits? Chocolate eggs? Encouraging sex between unmarried couples?). When early Christians first tried to convert other people and remove their celebration of other gods, they pretty much failed. Hard. So they decided to keep the Pagan festivities, just change the story slightly. After all, December 25th was the data Pagans believed the sun (son?) was reborn, due to it’s being the Winter Solstice, the day with the least hours of sunshine. So that’s why the day was chosen.

As for the tree, decorated trees were around LONG before Christianity decided to claim them for their own. The Pagans again, you see. They believed that ever-green trees (like your average Chrimbo Tree) had a little faerie in them, which is why they stayed green, even in the deepest darkest winter, when other trees would loose their leaves. So while they didn’t take them inside, they decorated them with little shiny pieces of metal, and brought any fallen branches inside and decorated their houses with them.

So Christmas isn’t Christian. It has simply been hijacked by the Christian Church. It wasn’t even celebrated as a Christian holiday until Pope Julius I decided to announce it as Christ’s birthday in the year 350.

In the end, I do take the two weeks off for Christmas, I stuff my mouth and I love giving presents. I think of it like this. If only Christians can have Christmas, then only Vikings can have Thursday. And that’s just silly, right?

Tags: christmas, religion, Science

So chatter about this film will likely stray into this week’s View From the Quad episode at some point, but I thought that I would write a review of James Cameron’s film, Avatar (or how I learnt to stop worrying and love the storyline). Now, as you may know, I think that trying to discuss a film and not give spoilers is a total waste of time. That’s why I always do it at the end of VFTQ episodes. That way if people don’t want to be spoiled, they can just turn off. So be warned. The ending of this film WILL be discussed in the following paragraphs. And if you plan to see this film (you should) you should stop reading now. Unless you have already seen the film.

I should tell you about my cinema experience first.Because that’s important, you know.

So, David, Greg and myself arrived at the cinema to find out that the pleb seats were all sold out. (This being Dundrum, they have a special 90% of all seats reserved for the working classes, which is what not rich people usually pay a tenner for entry into.) We had to pay a full €17 to get into the fancy ass section of the cinema, which had seats exactly like those on the Enterprise, lots and LOTS of legroom and very not sticky floors, things that one does not expect on your normal cinema outing.

Me, getting ready to watch Avatar

Oh, also, there were these two waiters who sat at the side, who you could snap your fingers at and they would fetch you a “soda of your choice or perhaps a popcorn, kind Sir?” I shit you not. They had waiters at a cinema. Oh, also, the drinks and popcorn were free. We had to pay 50 cent for the 3D glasses though. I found this slightly odd. But sure, whatever makes them happy. Would I happily pay €17 again for a fancy seat? Hell no. Back to the realms of the unwashed for me, if you don’t mind.

So, here things start getting spoilerific. This is the general outline of the Avatar story.

There is this huge rich mine of a metal called (rather hilariously, for anybody who is a pop-culture fanatic) Unobtainium on this planet called Pandora. And the big ugly dirty Hoomans (or Sky People as the Na’vi call them) want to mine it for selling back on earth. Of course, the natives have their huge basecamp right on top of the riches mine, and thus the humans want them to move their arses. One of their weapons in arse-movery is the Avatar Program, where scientists and researchers pretty much transport their consciousnesses from their own minds to these odd native clone things so that they can go into the forest and try to talk the natives out of wanting to live on top of the big thing worth lots of money. Sadly, one of their freshly trained Avatar operators died, which makes his Avatar totally useless as each clone thing is tied to the DNA of it’s operator. But wait! The dead guy has a twin! How helpful! And to add drama, the twin has nonoperational legs! Oh noes! Long story short, the twin takes over the Avatar, falls in love with a native and ends up betraying the human race by saving the Na’vi from the bombs and such of the trigger happy army set up on Pandora to protect the minors. Lots of predictable things happen, but so do lots of unpredictable things. One of my favorite unpredictable things was that the movie was actually quite good!

As you may have noticed, this film is released in 3D. And much like Up, this film has got it right. There is not a single bit in the film where something jumps out at you, scaring the bejaysus out of you. The film industry have finally stopped treating 3D technology like a fun toy, and have actually started making great movies with it. The entire movie looks like you are looking through a window, which is how it should be. I didn’t get a headache from the 3D, but some people claim to have gotten them. My advice for people who suffer from 3D headaches is NOT to focus on the background. In films we are used to looking at the background of shots, as this is where the director hides tiny details. But in the current 3D technology, when we do this, our brain is tricked into thinking that it is an ACTUAL background, and thus tries to focus it. And fails. Because it’s a screen, idiot! Thus: Headaches.

There was only two moments in the entire film where I broke out of the story and thought “ah now. That’s just silly.” The first was when they are flying thorough the floating mountains. I managed to suspend my disbelief when it came to them actually floating, but waterfalls? Seriously? How did the water get up there? You are above the cloud line! The second time was when Jake is fighting against the Mech in his Na’vi form. That’s just silly. I’m sorry. A humanoid can NOT successfully block a punch thrown by a crazy robot. Speaking of which, the robot should have had the guns built into his arms. Anything else is just silly design.

So. What was my general impression of Avatar? I’m totally going again. And you should go too.

Tags: avatar, film, movie

You may remember, a couple of months ago I blogged twice about the iPhone. First came “Am I impressed with the new iPhone?“, which resulted in the fact that Yes, I did in fact want an iPhone. 8 days later came “The Irish iPhone Ruined My Hopes and Dreams“, in which I explained how the Irish iPhone was a total waste of money, claiming that it “might make your face fall off”. No idea why.

So I acquired one anyway, being the active consumer that I am, and have had it for about a month and a half now. I stick by my statement that the lack of Visual Voicemail is an extreme pity, and reduces the value of the iPhone as a whole, and the fact that the price plans are defiantly a bit high for what they include (€45 for 100 minutes, 100 texts and 1gb of data?) are still a sore point. However, I need to show some SERIOUS respect for the people behind the Talk2O2 Twitter page and Support Forum.

I have had the odd problem and question with the iPhone so far. One with Billing cycles (there was something odd showing up with the Bill.), one with people not getting MMS that I send them and another with Text Bundles and how they work when you cancel them.

I spoke to them in the private area about the Billing Cycle question, and Daryll and Paddy made short work of explaining that which I didn’t understand, fully communicating at each stage of trying to work out what was going on, offering to send me both hard and email copies of the bill in question, and generally being very very helpful.

As for the MMS problem, I at first tried emailing O2 with the problem, and despite O2 continuously reassuring me that their support center was “O2 ‘CCMA Contact Centre of the Year 2008′”, the person at the other end of the email just seemed to be copy-pasting out of a script that had next to nothing to do with my Problem. On complaining about this on Twitter, the @Talk2O2 people came to ME and asked what the problem was! We did a bit of DM-troubleshooting, and worked out that it wasn’t my phone, but the other people’s. So not something that I can change, really.

The third problem was dealt with in about half an hour, over Twitter. I had asked if, when a Text Bundle was cancelled, I would loose any remaining texts from the bundle. Whoever was on the other end of the account got back to me within half an hour to tell me that I would loose them all, but then went beyond the field of wonderful and offered to cancel the bundle for me automatically the second that it was due to renew, which would let me finish using the messages, but wouldn’t keep me subscribed for the next billing cycle!

So what have we learnt today then? I still think that the O2 price plans are a little bit mad, all things considered, and the O2 Email support was pretty dire in my experience. However, the Talk2O2 people are top class friendly fellows who know what they are doing and how to get it done professionally and well. Hats off to you two, Dayrll and Paddy! You win this week’s “Scodio Phone Network Support Crew Of The Week!”.

Tags: iPhone, O2

A while back, you may remember me showing you how too, with use of ASpell, get an Irish Spellcheck system up and running on your Mac for free. Well, while this was a free way of getting it, it did take a little bit of work. Snasta, a (as far as I can tell) new Irish software development company has come up with a solution for those not wanting to get your hands wet in something that could be a little bit scary for a novice user. It’s called MacLitriú, and costs a mere €9.99.

On installing MacLitriú, I uninstalled ASpell and set to work writing an Irish essay that was due for the day after. I noticed exactly NO difference. The ASpell way of doing things and the MacLitriú way of doing things, to the end user, are exactly the same. MacLitriú integrates directly into the OS, which results in it working in pretty much every single Mac program that allows you change the spellcheck option.

The one caveat I noticed is that when I installed MacLitriú, it seemed to change the system default spellcheck from English to Irish, a problem that was easily fixed by changing it back again in the settings tab. This might just have been a freak accident due to my use of various different profiles depending on what I am doing on the Mac, or it might have been a bug. I don’t know.

All in all, MacLitriú does exactly what it should, and does it well. If you don’t want to bother messing around with cocoASpell and such, I recommend giving this a go!

Please note that while I was given a copy of this software to check out, it was not under the condition that I review it. I decided to review it myself.

So, I’m rather proud of this particular 30 minutes of work. And I want to share it with you.

But before we get to that.

You see, ever Friday I go to a Music Technology class.

“Music Technology? What’s that?”

Well, kind reader, Music Technology is this:

Music technology is also

And

So Music Technology is basically everything and anything that makes sound. Anything at all. And I go to classes dedicated to it. Open ended, don’t you think?

Anyway, we focus mainly on the technological side of things, and spend a lot of time nose deep in MaxMSP code and Reason files. And I spent half an hour working on this minute long ditty last week. I will of course be making it much better (don’t turn it up too loud… there is something odd going on in the right speaker that I have to sort out) and will post it up again once I am completely happy with it. I just thought that you might like to hear it in building!

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Tags: John Cage, MaxMSP, Music, Music Technology, Reason, Technology

Let’s be honest. Global warming sucks. And if you are one of the idiots who refuses to believe that it exists, I want you off my website. Now. It wouldn’t do to have advertiser think my audiance are science deniers.

This year’s Blog Action Day topic is Global Warming, and I did a fair bit of thinking about how Global Warming is tied to us in the New Media space. Here is what I came up with.

1) Your recording studio will become even more unbarable. Think of the heat that builds up at the moment, then add a few small degrees kelvin to that. Youch!

2) If you serve a heck of a lot of data every week, as a lot of new media addicts might, chances are you are releasing a metrick buttload of carbon and other emissions into the atmosphere. Those servers don’t cool themselves, you know!

3) Think of all the energy required to charge your computer, phone and camera. That likely ain’t helping matters.

4) The FAILWHALE will become increasingly uncomfertable in his newly warmed sea, and thus will make more appearances in places he is not wanted.

So there you have it. There is nothing that you can do to stop consumption of carbon requiring items, and not live in a cave surviving only on fruit and raw vegtables. So just be smart in how you do use it.

Tags: blog action day, global warming

Glider

By and copyright Cian Mac Mahon

Arthur Taylor slept on his single bed, softly snoring. There was a copy of Intelligenz- Blatt on the floor next to him, dated August 20th 1945, 10 days old. The men in charge claimed that this was for “Sicherheit”, security. Taylor had always suspected that it was just to piss the inmates off, but never complained. He had to stay insignificant. Average. Of course, in Colditz, average was slightly off kilter. Every prisoner of the once lunatic institution was there because he had attempted to escape from a German prison. Taylor had always seen this as rather amusing, as from what he heard from the other POWs, all the other prisons were pretty hellish. People staged escape attempts just to get sent to the safe haven behind the tall stone walls in Saxony. Which was why Arthur was there. Gotta keep things interesting for Jerry.

And interesting they were. Walther von Manstein was sick and tired of cleaning up after the guests. He laughed to himself, spitting out the word. “Gäste”. He laughed again. Even the word felt funny in his mouth. All the officers knew that calling the pigs locked up in their cells “guests” was just a scapegoat for the administration. “Look!”, they would say once the war was won. “We even kept your little fighting men!” Maybe then the British would see that the German rule would be a good, fair rule. Evolution would be accelerated in Godʼs image. Only the best would continue the race.

Taylor woke up, staring into eternity for a beat. He had work to do. So far, he had only helped four. The standing record before being thrown into solitary confinement was nine, or so he was told three months before he first entered the cursed place. The first was the easiest. Back in June, Hamilton-Baillie had made a break for it into the sewer. He slipped right down the shower drain. Hamilton had hated the place, so Taylor only had to do a bit of backround work to help the situation along a bit. A mention of the wide drains here, the question of how long a man could live in the sewers left hanging, and soon Hamilton went spelunking. He was caught of course. They always were, he was told before he entered. That canʼt have been true though. Arthur had escaped though, hadnʼt he? Not him though. That had been George Wynn, British soldier of the Yorkshire Hussars. Not Arthur Taylor, officer in the Sussex Regent. Different men entirely. Or at least on the outside.

On his first escape, George Wynn had gone straight back into the service. However, as one of the only successful escapees from Colditz, the Queen had decided that he would offer his (until recently undiscovered) talents not on the battlefield, or in a bird, but right back smack where he had just escaped from. This displeased George greatly, as he felt that all his hard work, the hungerstrike, quick dash from the back of a truck all must have been for nothing. But if the country decided that he had to go back in and give the bastards in charge a headache, he would. He started training for his new position, along with 9 other men, all recent successful escapes from other prisons. The only recent successful attempts from other prisons. Somehow they just couldnʼt keep away.

Two months later, A Taylor, 60th Rifles, A10842 (until recently, George Wynn) had got himself captured. Quite well, actually. The only surviver of a leaked airstrike on a bunker. Just as planned.

Walther finally finished filling in the tunnel under the kitchen. The guests were getting a bit unruly. Something had to be done. They could shoot one of the people who
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attempted escape, perhaps. Publicly. One was an American Pig. That wouldnʼt go amiss. It might give him a couple of nights proper sleep, at any rate. Scare the guests a bit. If only they werenʼt under orders to leave them well kept… The fun that he could have. They were all on double shifts, no more then 5 hours of sleep a night. If this kept up, they might just show the guests the door themselves. Or shoot them. Whichever was quicker.

Fully alert now, Arthur sat on the side of his bed, thinking. He didnʼt really know any of his fellow inmates very personally, just by numbers that he had assigned them. He had been told not to see them as people, but as objects. Tools to be used to bring Colditz to itʼs knees. The kitchen job had been sloppy. Left a hell of a lot of mess to clean up though. Rubble, and that. Would keep the Nazis busy for a week or so, anyway. It also had the duel effect of stopping food production for two days, which lead too some hungry American and British stomachs, and a heightened want to get out of the place. That went in his favor as well. It left less work to do. But enough thinking. Time to go take a look at the makeshift glider that Best and Goldfinch were hiding away on the Chapel Roof. Hiding well enough to sneak past the Jerries, perhaps. But not Arthur. The Colditz Cock they called it.The launch system was extravagant. Arthur took special pride in suggesting that they used a bathtub filled with concrete as a catapult to get the glider off the roof. At the worst, it would provide some entertainment for the other inmates, at best, it would be his most glorious work so far. Two prisoners escaping from the highest security prison in Europe, by building an airplane. Gliding to safety (or more likely, recapture) and once again proving to the Germans that the British were superior. Smarter, faster, better. That was what itʼs all about, right? Just a few more days, and off she would soar.

Two weeks later, Walther tried to swallow. He reread the order again, trying to comprehend. He couldnʼt. It was over. No more Colditz. No more superior race. No more Fuhrer. The better world would never see the light of day.

Staring into nothingness, A Taylor, 60th Rifles, A10842 wondered why. Why couldnʼt it have gone on just one more week? He had really wanted to see that glider fly.

Tags: colditz, english, fiction, story, Writing

For the last four or so years, I have been doing all my school essay work on my Mac. For anything in English or French, I use the wonderfully capable Pages, but for Irish, I have to use OpenOffice, simply because Pages refuses to allow me add an Irish Spellcheck. Now, I know that there are people out there who swear by the piece of java abomination that is OpenOffice, and I will likely never be able to persuade them that the rest of the world really isn’t that impressed with it.  On a Mac it runs rather like a car might if it’s engine was replaced by a small boy who hasn’t been fed in days. It is just sluggish. It crashes. And worst of all, it seems to just fall asleep at random times which stop me from saving it.

But I had to use it, you see. I needed my Irish Spellcheck!

Well, yesterday, I got so annoyed at this that I spent another 20 minutes of my life trying to find a solution (bringing my time spent in this area up to a few days, I imagine). I failed. Not put off, I decided to make use of my AppleCare agreement, and rang up Apple. I got a wonderful man named Magnus on the other end, who was friendly, polite, but said that he personally couldn’t seem to find a way to add a language pack into Pages. It just didn’t seem to be a thing that could be done. He even went to find some of his Irish Associates who confirmed that they had never manage to get Irish Spellcheck up and running.

So, we spent a fair bit of time discussing all the different possibilities. Suddenly, he told me that he had found an application originally developed in 2001 that allows you add any language that you wish to Mac OS X. HURRAH! It was called CocoASpell and the developers claimed that it worked on Leopard. Of course, me being on Snow Leopard, I would be taking a bit of a risk. But he told me to give it a shot anyway, and then sent me an email with various links and things explaining how it could be done. Long story short, it worked. Magnus: You are my new IT hero. I want to buy you a drink. He left the phonecall by saying “Well, us here at AppleCare learnt something today! Thanks for calling!”. What a charming chap. Whoever trains the AppleCare employees needs to get working on the rest of the IT Support industry.

So, here is a step by step on how to get Irish spellcheck (or 73 other languages) working across your Mac, in any application. Exciting, eh?

1. Head to http://cocoaspell.leuski.net/ and download the version of CocoASpell that you need. This is broken into if you own an Intel Mac or a Power PC. If you have bought your Mac in the last 4 or so years, you are Intel. Once you have it downloaded, run the file to install the application. Nothing overly hard here.
2. Head on over too ftp://ftp.gnu.org/gnu/aspell/dict/ where you will see the list of possible spellchecks. Irish is marked “ga”. If you want to get any other languages, work out their two letter code. Click.
3. The instruction sheet that comes with CocoASpell reads “I would suggest you choose the dictionary using the following rule: prefer files that start with “aspell6″ over files that start with “aspell5″ over files that start with simply “aspell”. If you are interested in more details about the differences, see the README file at the ftp site.” so following that logic, you will need to download aspell5-ga-4.3-0.tar.bz2.
4. Once the download is complete, unzip the file, and drag the resulting folder into /Library/Application Support/cocoAspell.
5. Head into System Preferences, and on the bottom row, click “Spelling.” Tick “Irish” in the box to the left of the pane, and off you go!

Now just head into your application of choice, and set the language settings to Irish! For instance, for Pages, open up the Inspector by clicking the blue circle with the I in it. Click the Text pane, then More, then look near the bottom to find the language selection.

Enjoy your new-found Irish Spellcheck! And throw out that copy of Open Office!

Update

And enterprising individual has released an Irish Spellcheck for the Mac, which looks like it will save you all the bother of ASpell. It is called MacLitriú and can be bought for a tenner (which is cheap, but not free) from http://www.snasta.com/maclitriu/ . I hope to be getting a review of this online in the near future!

Tags: Apple, dictionary, Gaeilge, Gaelspell, Irish, iWork, Keynote, Mac, Pages, Spellcheck

Apple’s latest incarnation of their current operating system; Snow Leopard, has been announced today as shipping on or before Friday the 28th for nothing more then $29. This is a pretty amazing price for an operating system, but there have always been concerns that Snow Leopard is more of a service pack. Apple have of course been denying this, as it would bring them down from their high horse to be seen charging for a service pack.

But let’s face it. It basically is. There is, after all, a reason why only people who already have Leopard can make use of the $29 deal.

Anyway, for you lot who live in the US, $29 is a pretty awesome price for an operating system. $29 should make you happy. You get what Apple are calling “The Most Advanced Operating System. Finally tuned.”

So, you may remember a while back I did me some complaining about the amount that us Irish were being forced to pay for the iPhone. I got the usual amount of sniffling Apple fanboy feedback (mostly through emails) which boiled down to “We should thank Apple and O2 for taking our money!”, so I decided that I would do something similar with Snow Leopard. And what’s more, I would do it in the same littered-with-screenshot manner.

I’m a controversial guy, me.

So, as Apple have so widely publicised, the price of Snow Leopard in the US is a measly $29.

Look at it. All cheap and such. Oh! And look! It will deliver ON the 28th of August! Lucky folk! If I lived in the US I would certainly order from here. It saves one a trip to the shops. I wonder how much us Irish are being charged…

Hey! Cian! I think you used the same screenshot! Why do they both look so similar?

Well, Mister Italics, I’m glad you asked. Wanna know why? Because they pretty are the same. They just replaced the dollar sign with a Euro, and replaced the bit about shipping with another bit about shipping. We can’t really blame them for changing the shipping details, as the Irish postal system is a recognised mess.

But that little change with the Euro sign. It can’t mean much, can it?

Why yes, Mister Italics, it can. It means just under $13. From my basic usage of the calculator on my Mac, us Irish folk are paying almost a full 45% MORE then our US counterparts!

Why, Cian, that’s terrible!

But that’s not all!

OHNOES!

This is the amount that the UK are being asked to pay for Snow Leopard. That’s about $41, or about $12 more then the US are paying. Thanks, Apple!

Just for funzies, I also checked out how much people from Hong Kong have to pay.

That is about $30, which is pretty much what the US people are asked to pay. Not all that interesting. But not a 45% price hike!

Let’s sum up this post with some quick and friendly bullet points.

• Mac OS X Snow Leopard is coming out on August 28th.
• If you live in the US, you are a happy consumer. Well done, consumer! Buy buy buy!
• If you live in the Eurozone, you are paying 45% more then people in the US are paying.
• Everybody will buy it anyway.
• At least ONE person will say to me, either through email, comments, twitter or pidgin, that it’s not a big deal. After all, it is only $13. What worries me more about this is the fact that a huge company can get away with price discrimination of 45% so easily.

I’m in the middle of watching Warehouse 13, and just needed to vent a bit.
This show is terrible. I mean seriously terrible. Terrible dialogue, terrible acting, terrible direction, terrible story.
I predicted all the baggage that came with the two totally predictable main characters. The sub-main character, a fat geek type person, just annoys me. All attempts at foreshadowing were utterly useless.
This is terrible fantasy pretending as Science Fiction. All the stereotypical glances, clichéd lines and silly McGuffins won’t change that.

That is all. Maybe now I can go watch the remaining half hour without smashing my screen.

Update

That’s not how a car crashes! In order for a four by frigging four to do a few flips IN THE FRIGGING AIR, you are going to need to put a LAND MINE under it. Not drive it at moderate speed INTO A DITCH! And for FRAK’S sake, after a carcrash of EPIC proportions, your character, who has been “out for two days”, should sport a bit more visable harm then three minor scratches on her face!

Update #2

Oh, and she can still walk. Fan-frigging tastic. Also, it was all a dream. Wonderful.

Update #3

Oh! Right. An ALCHEMIST made it! This is no longer terrible Sci-fi. I’m sorry, we have moved into the realm of TERRIBLE FANTASY. Also, removing a badge embedded in your fraking TUMMY should cause a LOT more bleeding then that.

Update #4

Did I see that right? Two victims of a HORRIBLE car crash, one of which had a GOD DAMN FBI BADGE stuck in his stomach just WALKED AWAY, not even LIMPING? What’s next? The car will drive off? Possibly intact?

Update #5

Sir, I don’t know what sort of beginning-of-play parties YOU get to go too, but they are most certainly different then mine. Also, outside. In freaky areas.

Update #6

I dunno. Maybe I have been spoilt by Heroes Season 1 for good fantasy. Maybe the countless TV shows that had pilots that blew me away but never got picked up have put my expectations slightly higher then they should be. But that zombie-schoolkid scene made me want to tear my eyes out, set fire to my computer, and dance around it in some sort of ritual to the god of nasty tv shows. I will let “Show’s Over” slide though.

Update #7

Please make it almost be over… “I’m sorry. Nobody is dying here tonight.”

Tags: rant, Television