The Weekend Edition

This weekend really felt like the first one that winter really hit on. It snowed all three days and I immediately turned into quite the homebody. Not that I care, because it was freaking glorious.
  • Signed up for my very own Alaska Club membership!
  • Went out with Amy to the Buckaroo Club and all over downtown (ridiculous as per usual, but Amy stomped the crap out of me in the rubber round of darts, many bizarre conversations were had, and we saw a fist fight - not bad for a Friday night!)
  • Sleeping in like crazy
  • Checking out my company's live remote at our conversion center
  • Mmmm....Middle Way
  • Watching the Pats for the first time this season...and seeing them get killed
  • Reading. A lot. An unbelievable amount really.

So yeah, like I said, it snowed so I bunkered down. I essentially lived in two places this weekend - my apartment and Kaladi Brothers over by Title Wave. I poured through every piece of writing I had. I read through the remainder of my comics for the week (had no less than 12 to read at the beginning of the weekend). I caught up in 100 Bullets (which means I read, starting with book 7, fifty-three total issues of the comic - with 4 issues remaining in the entire series I'm now entirely caught up). I read through B.P.R.D. - War on Frogs. I read City of Ember by Jeanne DePrau (just in time to be one of the 14 people in the country who see it - massive bomb of a movie).


I read so much this weekend that if I was still tracking all the books I read this year, there is a fairly good chance that I may be nearing my goal of 52 for the year off this weekend alone. It was fun and fundamental, and while it's not the best thing to do every weekend (although this weekend definitely captured the balance of social and anti-social that I yearn for in my existence) I was glad to do it. I feel like I'll be energized for a week of fast moving business at my job, which is something I haven't felt like in a while.

GCI vs. the Biz Bee


Champion!


I'm going to be in the Spelling Bee!


Not the children's version of course (those kids would absolutely dominate me) but the Alaska Businesses Spelling Bee, also known as the Biz Bee. It's Friday, October 17th at 6 PM and my team and I are going to absolutely rock the house. It's my good friend and coworker Sharee and my boss David and we are going to pity some fools.


Of course I do have to give up a Friday night to partake in the aforementioned pitying, but so be it! If it takes a weekend night to vanquish our foes at ACS and other local businesses, then that's what I have to do.


Also, if for some reason watching myself and two teammates stand tall amongst Alaskan businesses (in spelling), we have a table for ten that is open for our guests. I totally understand if you don't want to. I'd probably prefer otherwise, because frankly I'm going to be sweating it up there. I get real nervous in public.

Slices of Fried Gold 10/8/08

After an absolutely hectic week, I should be back in the swing of things now. Of course I am weighed down right now by filet mignon stuffed by bleu cheese, but you know, I'll make due. No less, I've had a few big time things hit me that I wanted to share with you all, so here goes.

Books: The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Welcome to the written word.

I'm sure that's what many of you are thinking after I'm saying I just got to this book, but hey man, at least I'm getting there. I got it for my mom two Christmases ago based off a recommendation from Erik, and then the thing blew up after being on Oprah's book club. Of course it did. It won all kinds of awards, including the Pulitzer Prize. Yeah yeah, whatever, people love hype.

This book was under hyped. I tore through this book with a ferocity I rarely have for the medium, and it was just an absolute study in near-perfect fiction writing. McCarthy put the world through a clinic on the effectiveness of the English language with this book, and the world he created along with the relationship between the two characters - man (or Papa) and boy - will haunt me for weeks after this. Every word McCarthy wrote was seemingly calculated to garner emotions in the reader, and he succeeded greatly. This isn't just for the fan of post apocalyptic style stories, this is just for the fan of the written word.

Incredible.

Comics: The Stand: Captain Trips by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa and Mike Perkins

When I heard that Marvel Comics was adapting Stephen King's The Stand into a comic, I was incredibly excited. While I had never read the book, I loved the brilliant TV movie and wanted to see what they could do with it after the incredible success they've had with The Dark Tower series also being adapted into comics.

Then instead of a industry giant like Peter David, they had relative unknown Aguirre-Sacasa take the reins of the writing and somewhat small time penciler Mike Perkins (someone I only knew as the other artist on Brubaker's stupendous Captain America run) on art instead of the man that is Jae Lee. I grew skeptical.

Of course, the series came out and absolutely blew me away. King himself has said this is going to be an incredible adaptation, and then I found out this is the first of five mini-series Marvel is publishing to tell the entire story. If they keep up the quality they've reached in the first two issues, they may tell one of the best comic adaptations of literature ever and dwarf the massive achievement that is The Dark Tower.

TV: It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I feel like I need to preface this like I might an indie band that recently blew up, so here goes. I've been watching this since season one. Hell, I even have all of the seasons on DVD. So now that the show is blowing up and people are acting as if it's this new thing, well folks, it isn't.

It's the funniest show on TV, absolutely. It has been for four seasons, and there is no convincing me otherwise. Any show that can make the hunting of men, cancer as a pickup line, and cannibalism absolutely hilarious is a show that isn't worried about offending anyone, thusly a show for me.

Plus, watching the show just to see the wild card that is Charlie Day is excusable as well. Between Green Man, his foray into being a street fighter, and "wild card, bitches!" he may be the stand out in an ensemble of hilarious performers. And by may be, I mean is. As in there is nothing else to discuss. Simply put, if you say something else, you're wrong.