June 21, 2005

No Thundershower Is Scaring Me Away

I will not talk about moving. I will not talk about moving. I will not talk about moving. I have adopted this as my mantra over the past week, but sometimes it all just overflows and I suddenly find myself yelling about how I have no idea what box the remote controls are in. It's one of those activities that are so unpleasant, I have to vent. What else is this bad? I'm sure lots of illegal activities qualify (being assaulted with a weed wacker, a supervillain throwing you into his puma pit), but what other activity that you bring upon yourself? It's like a week-long version of Fear Factor that you have to pay to produce. Remind me never to do this again.

Whenever there's news coverage of a hurricane or some other catastrophic event, we always see the crowds fleeing to safety. However, there are always a couple of folks left, boarding up their windows and screaming at the reporter, "I've been here twenty years and no thundershower is scaring me away!" Before, that always seemed kind of insane to me. I completely see the logic of that now, though. If a monsoon were headed towards Austin this evening, I would be one of those crazy bastards, simply because I refuse to go anywhere after this week. While everyone else was clogging the highways out of town, I'd be rummaging around at HEB for nails and cans of pork and beans so I could fortify the compound. It's not that those people are crazy, they've just had to relocate one too many times.

Okay, enough of that. I agree with everyone else; Batman Begins is awesome. Batman was always my favorite superhero. I think that's because he didn't have any special powers or anything, he was just rich and crazy. Superman, Spiderman, and the X Men couldn't help but be superheros, while I think Batman was just looking to kill some time. He's kind of like Larry Flynt, except that instead of holing himself up in his house and doing lots of drugs, he built himself some body armor and started beating people up in the streets. Let us hope that when I reach billionaire status, I attack my pet projects with similar diligence.

Posted by Cody at June 21, 2005 6:30 PM
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Don't talk about my new neighbor that way. Larry doesn't live in a house. He lives in the 12th floor penthouse of his very own building. Check it before you wreck it next time, okay?

http://tinyurl.com/c55ak

My place is on S Hamilton close to that park/baseball fields.

Posted by: Willly Brand at June 21, 2005 6:47 PM

Holy crap. I'm now starting to see the point of being a programmer in Beverly Hills.

Posted by: Cody at June 21, 2005 8:41 PM