Review of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Widescreen Edition)

Now let me start by saying I never did read these books. I dunno why. I just never have. After watching the movie, I probably never will. That's ok though. I live with someone who has, and if I have any questions, I just ask her. So let's get on with the review.
This movie was silly. It had funny moments. It has it's share of momenst of hilarity. But it's also dumb. But, for some reason that in itself is also kind of funny. The visuals were stunning. The shining moment is when they hit the "Planet Showroom" aka a warehouse of terraforming delight. In simple words they make planets. They design the land, sky, air, flora, the oceans and people and animals. Of course some of the gags do get old. But it is a comedy. In the end it does its job. It entertains you. Now Season said, "it was quite faithful to the book, although it didn't cover everything." Now for me, that's a good thing. Who wants to see a movie that is a word for word retelling of a book. I had the Read-Along records and tapes as a kid, and I personally don't want to have one as a movie I will pay $15-20 to see in a theater, and personally all the so and so said's would get annoying, but that's just me. All in all, I was entertained. Mostly by Marvin (who was voiced by Alan Rickman and played by Warwick Davis) as the manic depressed, completely ignored and forgotten robot who verily enough, saves the day.
so on this Friday, I remain

Jose

from Earth...

Mostly Harmless.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT

something to think about...because I agree....so does Season...well with the political aspect (well kind of) of it, I dunno, you read it and tell me what ya think.

From the Dec. 29, 2005, editions of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
Gay marriage ban isn't fair

By DEAN MUNDY

There are two bills just passed by the Wisconsin Senate that will most likely be up for referendum in the near future. I must admit, I'm torn between the two sides on each bill.

The first is the amendment to the Wisconsin Constitution defining marriage as being between a man and a woman. It looks like a sure thing to pass the Assembly and be on the ballot in November. The second is a bill to ask the public if Wisconsin should reinstitute the death penalty. I will tackle that in a later column.

First of all, I'm a conservative. I'm a Christian, yes, even one of those "fundamentalists" who believe one should do what the Bible teaches and who many suspect are trying to take our country down the road to theocracy. Whatever.

I admit that the Bible, for me, clearly teaches that marriage is between a man and a woman only. You don't have to read far to see that. In several places.

The most widely quoted by opponents to a biblical view is the verse in Leviticus about stoning homosexuals. Unfortunately opponents usually ignore Paul's teaching in Romans 1, what God told Adam and Eve early in Genesis, and, most importantly, Jesus' repetition of that definition in Matthew 19.

Now why this makes me a "homophobe" or a person who hates homosexuals, I have no idea. I believe smoking is wrong, but I don't hate smokers. I believe getting drunk is wrong, but I don't hate drunkards. I believe divorce and adultery are wrong, but I don't hate divorced people or those who commit adultery. I believe, well, you get my drift, I hope.

Many on the left see this amendment as a political ploy, and for many who voted for it, that would be true. But I think there are others, many others, just like me who believe homosexuality to be wrong. They feel we need to do something about it.


But I'm not in favor of this amendment. For me, it's a matter of fairness and justice. Homosexuals should have the same opportunities that heterosexuals do. It's as simple as that.

I believe that under our form of government, people should have equal protection under the law. This would include homosexuals.

My fellow conservatives and friends in the religious right are, no doubt, readying e-mails and letters to straighten me out. Hey, I know what they are going to say. The arguments are familiar. I've heard them and made them myself before.

They will write me about how this will lead us down a slippery slope to a time when polygamy, etc., will be made legal also.

They believe that we must defeat this is to defend marriage. If so, it's a last-ditch defense.

Look, marriage and families have been under stress for years and not just from homosexuals and liberals. Poverty, single parenthood, materialism, the feminist movement, divorce, people living together and other things add to the stress. We on the right are wrong to just blame the homosexual "agenda."

Other conservatives might insist that homosexuals receive equal treatment now. They can marry anyone they want as long as it's someone of the opposite sex.

Isn't this a little bit like Henry Ford when he said one could have any color Model T they wanted as long as it was black?

I'm conflicted, I admit, because like everyone else, I tend to vote my values. Those on both sides of the issue say the values are clear. I'm not so sure.


As one seeking to minister Christianity, I have to go back to how Jesus lived his life on Earth. Contrary to the opinion of most, it's not that Jesus never got angry (look at how he cleansed the temple and condemned religious leaders, for example).


But he did respond to the down and out with compassion. The adulterous woman was saved from her rightful doom. Lepers, prostitutes, tax collectors, drunks - he sought them all out to do good to them. I cannot do less to those who are homosexual.


As I've mentioned, other people whom I believe are living wrongly are free to do so legally. Why shouldn't homosexuals have that opportunity?


It's only fair, really.


Dean Mundy of Waukesha is a self-employed missionary. His e-mail address is thoughtfulconservative@gmail.com


Jose

Review of Shut Up

WOW!! You know when I first heard this CD I was umm well, kind of impressed. She has that whole punk/pop thing going for her, along with being the daughter of one of the greatest rock/metal dad's of all time. So Season played this CD for me, and well umm...I really liked it. It's been burned and is one of the staple road trip CD's in my car. Which kind of says alot. It's in the company of Vai's Sex and Religion, Pearl Jam's Ten, Beggars and Thieves, Vain's No Respect, Jellyfish's Bellybutton, and Little earthquakes by Tori Amos. So it is in the company of some really great music and some great musicians. Now don't get me wrong some of the songs are kind of lame, but the overall vibe is truly awesome and most imprtantly....FUN!!! So check it out.

Jose

IT'S BEEN A LONG...ALTHOUGH IT HASN'T

Ya know one of the greatest things about life is the people you meet. I have met some great people in my short existance, and I've met some extraordinary people in this short time I have spent on this little blue planet we call Earth. And there are times when I meet people who will forever be in my heart and my prayers. By chance today, I was going thru my yahoo mail list, and found a couple who had inspired me in looking for true happiness with my partner. The worst feeling is that I can never tell them that, because to do so, would cause the self righteous drama queen from hell to go off and I would never want for them to deal with that. They are probably one of the last "GREAT COUPLES" I will never ever get the chance to see again. So I will never be able to tell them how fortunate I was to meet them. How it fills my heart with absolute and true joy and that they inspired me, to find my true love and to tell her what she means to me. How to this day I still do, and will always consider them one of my truest friends. I will never be able to tell them any of this, and because of that, my heart is heavy and sad. But I hope that if J & R still read this lil waste of space I call home, I hope they will know that I am truly thankful to them and that my heart beams with absolute joy for them. I hope that they know that I am grateful for them in so many more ways than I can ever tell them and never be able to TO tell them. So thank you my friends. ABove and beyond everything else thank you.

Jose

Confessional

THE ICE, THE FOG, THE SIBLINGS...A MERRY KISSMAS...MUAH, MUAH


Well hello and Merry Christamas to all of you from all of me. It seems like it's been a long time since I came on here armed with a cigarette (a whole pack so I'm ready to write for a wee bit) a few beers (BUD light Baby), and with some piss and vinegar. So let's get to it.
Day 1simply called the drive. You see we had the weatherman tell us the forecast, which called for freezing rain for most of the state. Well I'll be damned, that grimy lil bastard was right. We thought we could actually beat this forecast, considering they are usually wrong, well for once they were right. Luckily it wasn't until we hit Wasau that the weather decided to take a big ole stinky on us, which it very gladly did. Up intil this point we were making good time. I was jammin out to Kelly Osbourne (look for the review coming up soon), when all of a sudden, the pavement stopped making noise. Now anyone who drives on the expressway, knows that there is usually a sound as the tires of your 2+ ton vehicle makes on the road. Well we had nuffin. No noise. No "bumps" I mean it was smooth as glass. Well. let me tell you slowing down, turning Kelly off, and the seat belt coming on(in that order) was my new reason for being. Season was sleeping and I was NOT gonna wake her up for that. As a sidebar, I am REALLY glad I got new tires the weekend before. So we went from trucking by at 72 MPH to cruising by at a crisp 30-40 MPH. The usual 4+ hour drive became an almost 6 hour trek. Thank goodness that we eventually ended up behind a salting truck. It did make the drive feel a lot safer...at a blistering 20-25 MPH. FINALLY we get to our destination. One of Season's high school friends runs a resort, and she had a vacancy, so she let us stay there. We crashed hard. we slept. All was good.
Day 2 we went to mothers house. Although technically it was day 1, we finally got some sleep, so for arguments sake let's callit day 2, ok? We got to mothers house, and it was a very cool time. We talked, we laughed, a general sense of well being was had. THAN...the siblings started to arrive. First are Seasons 2 sisters. Umm did you ever watch the Disney movie Cinderella with the wicked step sisters Well make them real sisters and we got it pretty close. It was again another UNIQUE experience. The drama queen and the baby of the family, storm into the house, mother MUST tend to the 2 precious (dripping with sarcasm) darlings. Than it became a little more than this man could take. Thankfully a heavy fog, a 15 minute drive and the whole "YAAAAWN! You know we did come in pretty late today, and we need some rest" excuse came in handy. We said bye. We went "home".
Day 3, or DAMNIT TURN OFF THAT ALARM CLOCK!!! So yeah we said we would join them for breakfast. Ok I know that breakfast at McD's ends before I get up. But for the love of god...I would wake up at 6am if it meant having HOMEMADE CRAMEL ROLLS again. I would betray Christ himself and gladly take the name Judas 2.1 if it meant having (did I mention) HOMEMADE CARAMEL ROLLS. So we devoured, and by the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, we did devour what was left of these little oven warmed bites of sin. Than we left. As my momma used to say, "never overstay your welcome", so we didn't. We hung out with Seasons HS friend and her husband. We chatted for a bit. Than we had to get ready for the Christmas Eve with and...did I mention and yet?? YES I mean and her brother. Well you know Rainman. Well take away the autism, the likeable factor, the people skills and common sense...well there you go. Nuff said.
But over all it was a really nice Christmas eve. In the end there was a lot of laughter and joy. There was family and togetherness. But most importantly there was the a begining and an end.
Day 3...ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. Yes there was soreness. There was exhaustian. There was the need for much and many fluids. Than there was the passing out, yet no alcohol was involved this day. Just a whole lot of passion, sweat, love and desire.
Day 4, the vacation ends. It did. We drove home, spent 4 hours or so on the road. Spent 2-3 hours with my mom. Did some most absolutely neccasary clothes shopping at Wal-Mart. Came home. Christmas weekend over...
God that really sux.

Jose

Review of The Redemption of Althalus

This is one of those books that starts out fantasic. It has great likeable characters. It has witty dialouge. It has fantastic feel. But it has a weak ending. Sadly, for me the ending was so weak, that it actually took away from the overall enjoyment of the book. The book has gods, magic, thieves, sorcery, epic battles and affairs of the heart. I guess the way the book was feeling I expected more of a bang to finish it. But it doesn't have that. It has an ending. It fit the story. I just think it left the reader wanting, ok, so it left thisreader wanting just a little bit more.

Jose

Review of American Gods: A Novel

Fun? YES!!! Enlightening? ABSOFRIKKENLUTELY!!! A solid book with all the joy and heartache that any book can give you. It belongs in your collection. It truly does. So go out and check it out from a library or buy it from your local bookstore, either way....YOU WILL NOT BE LET DOWN.

Review of Maximum Ride : The Angel Experiment

Read it!!!!!!! Love it!!!!! It's a fun book. Although it does belong in a young readers collection we adults will love it too....DID I MENTION THAT YOU SHOULD READ THIS BOOK!!!!!! NOW!!!!!

Jose

SEASON SAYS

I think too much. At first, we spent between 10 and 12 hours a day together. Then we moved, and spent 24 hours a day together until he found a job. That cut it back down to 12 hours a day together. Which was tough, but we still got to see each other a lot. Then I got a job. Now we have 4 hours a day together. So, when he gets home, I'm waking up. I don't wake up well. It takes at least 20 minutes for my brain to function, but it can take up to 2 hours. That makes every second we have together so precious to me. And I think I should tell him this, I should tell him that....but it all seems so trivial. And I don't want to waste a second, and instead, I end up wasting all of it. When he gets home, he wants to relax, of course. And I want him to, so a lot of times, I don't say, please come here, sit by me and talk, hold me. I say, are you hungry? I'll make you something, what do you want to eat? And I say I love you a lot. But that's almost all I say. I don't say, I miss you. I hate sleeping without you. I hate that we don't have as much time together as we used to. I say nothing. Then, if I decide to jump into the silence with something, I say the most inane bullshit that I possibly can. And I wince inside. Because I should be telling him how I feel, other than watching him, loving him in silence, and being caged by it.
But, I'll be damned if I continue making the same mistake. Because I love him, I miss him, and, yes, I need him. I refuse to let myself throw away the best thing in my life.

Season

SILENCE...THE WORST SIN

I'm wrong a lot. I accept that. It's the nature of being the human animals that we are. There are levels and degrees in all the things we do, that drive and steer us in the directions that we eventually travel. And the worst way to travel that road is in silence. Silence destroys relationships and people. Silence is the worst sin. It is worse than lying because even when lying there is some form of communication, although it is misinformation, it is still a passing of ideas between two or more people. Don't get me wrong, they're still both wrong, but silence is worse. There are no thoughts expressed. No feelings shared. No truths are being told. There is nothing at all. The reason that this sin perpetuates is because it takes two or more people that continue to feed it. When one person stops talking, so does the other. When that happens, it becomes easier and easier to not say anything. Soon nothing is said at all. Silence has grown into a completely different beast. It becomes a chasm. A great emptiness, that now has a life of it's own, and it's stifiling. It's a terrible cancer to any life. I know this because I have lived through it more times than I really care to remember, but I do. And I'm scared it's starting again. My life has been a long string of silence. I've accepted that. I've perpetuated it. I thought that part of my life was over when I met Season. We would spend seconds, minutes, hours and days talking. We couldn't stop talking. We couldn't stop communicating. Whether it was verbal or physical, we shared everything. Than...we stopped. I don't know when it happened. I just know it did. We still have some moments, but the silence is still king. The silence still rules. Season has grown up in a world where silence was and is the rule of thumb. In the beginning, there was no silence at all. All there was us. All there was communication. All there was pure joy, pure love and pure hope. Now as we fast forward to the present, it's not like that anymore. Silence. Goddamn fuckin silence. It's like feeling the hands of fate closing around your throat, squeezing until you can't breathe anymore. Choking you with a steel grip until you hope and pray that it just stops. But it doesn't. You look up and see beautiful eyes staring down at you. And you are grateful for the few minutes that you share together. And if God willing you get another day with the woman who fills your heart and soul with the simple idea of love and joy. It's all true. I love Season. I am a nonexistant entity without her. I am nothing. But she fills me, enriches me and she fill's me with hope. Well you know what...fuck it...I'm done. I'm crashing now. I'm gonna get some sleep. Good frikken night.

Jose

I'M ON A LAME TRAIN, I GOT A FIRST CLASS TICKET ON THE NON STOP TO NOWHERE

where it takes me I don't know, I guess the tracks you make are your own.....

and I wouldn't have it any other way. Hello again one and all...finally got the I-net connection going,and if all is good it'll last more than the 3 days it lasted last week. Now thank you Faster Pussycat for the lyrics to Nonstop to Nowhere from their seemingly rare 3rd cd Whipped. It seemed only fitting. Why?? Well let me tell you. Hehehehe. You see, I'm back where I began...sorta. I'm back in my apartment, where I started to write this thing on a almost kind of regular schedule. It's the same apartment, where I met the people from Rivendale, where I moved out of (kinda sorta) and where I'm back again. But this time it's different. I first moved in because my girlfriend at the time had pretty much told me to hit the road. So I was miserableand and usually drunk or high, for the first 2 months. Than I got a roomate, that was a mistake. He was a mooch and about a month after that I told him he had to get out, because my cousin was moving in. That was a little bit better. Atleast now I had a guy who was willing to share some of the living expenses aka he paid for some of the booze and pharmaceuticals. Now although this was a better situation, I was having a crisis of my own. You see by the time he moved in, I was seeing this girl, and I was really interested in one of her friends. Well blah blah blah...I moved to Rivendale, blah blah blah fell in love, got engaged and moved back to Waukesha.
I had told my cousin he could have the place, because Season and I were gonna find one of our own, and moved into my soon not to be stepfathers house. That was a frikken nightmare. That actually tested Season and myself more than anything. We stayed there for about 7 weeks, and my cousin had some troubles (more on that later), so we ended up moving into my old apartment, and that brings me to here.
Well I guess if for some reason this is your first time checking out my lil waste of space, I think I just clued you in on the last 20 months of my life. If you been reading this for a while I just did the first season recap you get in the first episode of a second season show. So now that I got that over with...
Ok where do I start. Oh yeah I got a job...and as usual, I hate it. I work in a metal fabricating place in Wales, WI. It's about 15-20 minutes from the homestead, so it isn't that bad of a drive. I've officially become a CNC operator/ material shearer/ material former. What the hell does that mean? It means I cut metal, put holes in it and I bend it into funny shapes. The plus...I only work 4 days a week (Mon-Thurs 330 PM till 2AM), I get paid every week and I have a really cool boss. The downside (and I expect this little bit of news will make one person happy) I only get a weekend of Season, meaning just Saturday and Sunday and I work with a misogynist.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm grateful I have a job, and I'm grateful for what it pays, but I just wish there was more brain work involved. But it is a job and I'll deal with as long as I have too. Albeit, there is one thing about this job that has me in stitches everytime I work. There is a sign above the urinal (hand written on a peice of painted white aluminum) which reads "PLEASE NO BUTTS IN THE URINAL". Now if for some reason you have no clue what a urinal is...
well there you go. It's a place where we men can do our business standing up. Not to be confused with a where we do other business... but you get the point. So as you can tell, There is only one place where "BUTTS" can go and it aint a urinal. And now you know why that sign kills me everyday.
So what else is there...oh yeah, I'm working on and archive/poem/song/story blog because blog-city only allows a finite number of blogs postings for us cheap bastards who don't want to pay money to fill the I-net with ramblings, so look for that in the near future. Well my little chitlins,I think I've wasted enough of your time today, but don't worry. Tomorrow will bring yet another thrilling (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) adventure of yours truly. So as the morning sun comes up, I'm going down...hehehehehehe.

as usual I remain
Jose

SOMETHING TO TIDE YOU OVER

Just a damn good post...http://waiterrant.net/?p=211 oh and if you aren't reading it you should...

TTYS
Jose

THE TRUTH OF WHAT MAKES MOMMIES AND DADDIES

I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.
"Why?" my daughter asked.
"Because it's been laying outside, you don't know where it's been, it's dirty and probably has germs" I replied.
At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, "Wow! How do you know all this stuff?"
"Uh,"...I was thinking quickly, "All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mommy."
We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

"OH...I get it!" she beamed, "So if you don't pass the test, you have to be the daddy."

"Exactly" I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my heart.

Enjoy...
Jose

JENNY AND TROY'S MARRIAGE ADVICE

Here's a tidbit of information, that I think needs to be said....
http://www.blackscliff.com/bloggie/index.php?mode=viewdate&date_no=22&month_no=11&year=2005
enjoy.....
Coming soon....updates!!!!
enjoy and see y'all very soon.
Jose

CEREALITY

hehehe tooo cool, a cereal bar....I shit you not...enjoy

Jose

OK OK OK...VERY VERY SOON...I'LL HAVE A FULL BLOWN UPDATE

Just got the i-net going, and it's friken late at night or early in the AM, depending on how you look at it....but within the next few days I'll be back on a regular schedule....kinda like taking metamucil for the blog......be back in just a bit to let you all know what the hell my simple life is up too.....

Jose