An average slob on Steve Jobs.

Somebody made me aware that I hadn't blogged in a bit, and Steve Jobs recently died, so I figured I'd spout some wordage today.  After all, I'm at work, what else should I be doing with my time? 

It is impossible to take Steve Jobs out of the equation that equals modern society.  Without him, the social networking connectivity that we, like it or not, participate in simply would not exist.  He made the sharing of ideas and art simple, accessible, and most importantly, cool.   

He was a man of undoubted and unequaled genius.  The world/media saw him as a leader and innovator, which he certainly was, but looking back on his life... wow, he was one hell of a showman.

There was once a time, a magical time, known as the 1990s.  In it, computers and computing were not cool.  Using a computer well and to it's full potential required classroom instruction and a lot of trial and error. 

I remember our grade school's fleet of Macintosh II computers.  I thought it was super cool when a librarian explained the concept of networking them all in to one dot matrix printer.  I remember Oregon Trail on several floppy disks.  I could hunt the shit out of everything and anything on Oregon Trial, btw. 

I remember being in middle school, and being given a Newton laptop to test, as well as virtually exclusive use of the iMac.  While not perfect in their design and execution, they were eons ahead of the PC/Microsoft offerings.

I remember seeing the first iPods slowly infiltrating my highschool, feeling the wheel scroll beneath my fingers and LUSTING for one.  I remember a young hip teacher showing us how easy the music synced, automatically the artist, album, and song title were there on the black and greenish screen.  I remember the first colored iPods, the U2 edition, and my first iPod, a green Mini purchased my Senior year with money I fried chicken and scrubbed toilets to make. 

I remember being walking into an Apple store at 22 and plunking down about 2k for my first Apple desktop, a G4-powered, pornography and Eighties music-storing beauty that still works today.  I remember the wireless mouse, and testing it's range.  I remember video chats, using it's integrated webcam, with friends in Chicago and around the world after I moved to Denver.  I remember using it to write my first serious comedy bits. 

I remember reading about Steve Jobs' death on my MacBook Pro last night while I watched videos on YouTube, and read Facebook status updates posted via iPhones from bars and workplaces wired for WiFi.

Steve Jobs was not a perfect man, and Apple is not a perfect company, but both are just.  so. cool.  Bill Gates may have popularized the personal computing revolution, but Steve Jobs made it col to be an evolving revolutionary.  

Long after humanity has killed itself, worn pieces of metal with a not-quite-complete apple on them will litter the landscape.  That's a legacy. 

BK     

Yahoo email address.

I have an iPod touch.  I bought it because the airport(I work there) has free WiFi and I figured I could listen to streamin' tunes whilst going about my day, hiding from bosses, checking out legs, and sorting bags.

For whatever reason, it doesn't recognize my ID, even though I bought it new and have no friends/lovers who've ever used it.  Luckily, it was an absolutely gorgeous day weather-wise, so I gave the iPod a brief period of clemency.  It'd better sort it's shit out though!

It was beautiful today.  Seriously.  I stuck my head out of the side of my tug, threw it back a little, and enjoyed the wind on my noggin, much like a retarded fellow or terminal cancer patient does in the movies.  The wind also blew up my shorts, which is muy fantastico! 

Wrote three pages about The Muppets today.  I think it's pretty strong stuff, and I hope to be testing it on stage soon.  I have about 3/4 of ten minutes of new, never performed, freshly-written stuff, and I'm fucking hyped on it!  I still write pretty much the same, which isn't a bummer at all.  Delivery has always been an area I need to improve upon.

This was in my head all day. 

Somalian hops and barley.

Scored some free tickets to see the one and only Pittsburgh Pirates (attempt to) play baseball tonight.  I'm excited.  I haven't been able to make it to a game yet this year, though I've tried four times.  Surprisingly, the Bucs had a hot month or so earlier in the summer, and I chose to attempt to get in when they were selling out. 

As I grow older, I find I really, really enjoy taking in a MLB game in person.  It's very "America."  It's one of the few things I find un-ironically quaint.  It's a unique experience, barring getting gouged for beer and, even if it's Pirates cheapseats, admission.  Every MLB park I've been to has had it's own essence, a flavor of the town.  From the architecture to the food, it's a cool experience.  Plus, a bunch of overpaid, barely literate screwheads perform feats of athleticism that I reluctantly admit are, occasionally, pretty impressive.  Even when it rains and the game is mundane,  the experience worth... uh... experiencing.

Fuck me, I am rusty in regards to cognition and writing!  Uh, movie talk?  Yes!

As usual, I've seen most everything that's come out this summer.  The exception is the Harry Potter flick.  I read the first fifty or so pages of the first book, and it did nothing for me, as I'd already read a book or two about wizards, growing up, and accepting responsibility.  Lord of the Rings, yo.  Recognize! 

Best of summer so far, by far, is the new Apes film, and boy was it a fucking surprise!  As a jaded cinenerd, I'm often cynical and critical, and I'll be the first to admit that I sometimes cannot become fully immersed in a film because of it.  I had low, low expectations for this film, which heightened the surprise it gave me.  Simply put, it's ultra close to perfect in it's plot, pacing, and structure.  The CGI was good enough to be forgettable, i.e. it doesn't hinder the story.  If you see one movie this summer, I recommend this one.  My one caveat was the death of John Lithgow's character.  John Lithgow should never die in a movie(or Dexter) unless it is unavoidable.  Lithgow is such a good actor that you don't even realize how good of an actor he is.  He is so fuckin' Zen in his delivery and mannerisms, and he should have had more lines!  Plus, he was the bee's knees in Cliffhanger, bro.  The bee's knees!

LIKE A BOSS!

Kissing her feet, and kissing her mole.
-BK

 

Christopher Nolan can suck a big fat dick...

...for totally ruining the new Batflick for me before filming has even completed. 

See, an apparently large portion of principal photography is taking place in Pittsburgh.  I live in Pittsburgh.  I watch and/or read the news, the local Pittsburgh news, every goddamn day.  I have a crack-like addiction to Facebook, and am bombarded with pictures of the Tumbler and videos of Anne Hathaway's double crashing a motorcycle.  I  know how many times Gary Oldman ran up the steps of a house in Lawrenceville, in winter clothing, in July.   

I don't want to know these things.  What/Who/Where?  None of it.   

I don't feel superior or like an insider.

I feel cheated.

A movie about the second-greatest superhero of all-time(OF ALL-TIME!) that I really wanted to see has been ruined by knowledge I could not escape the acquisition of.

However, I firmly maintain my position that Kevin James was(and is) a much better choice for the role of Bane than Tom Hardy.
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This blog is a continuation of my former blog.  I just didn't see a point of attempting a "renovation."  This is, after all, 'Mericuh, where we get financing, knock shit down, and build newer shit.

The name was on the long list of potential names for a production company.  It didn't make it.

Dragonboats and Quaker Oats!
-BK