One Mo' Time: May 2004

I, Pod

For some reason, they kept chanting over and over, "One of us. One of us. One of us."

Today's Reminder: HB2Me

Handsome Boyfriend to me?
Hourly Bonuses to me?
Healthy Body? Harmonious Baptists?

Nope. Happy Birthday to me!

Changes

Blogger took on a new look and so have I.

After bouts of analog and digital shopping to spruce up my closet contents, I decided to try on something new with the blog attire as well.

Thoughts?

In The Buff

Whenever I go through airport security these days, I see long lines of folks seemingly willing to strip for Uncle Sam. "Take off your jacket, remove your belt, put your shoes on the conveyor. Oh, your underwire bra just set off the machine? Step over here so we can embarrass you by running this detector around you front and back." We may as well go naked to the airport and get dressed once the cavity search is over.

Let me ask you, do you feel safer or just invaded? Read more on what the general American public thinks (or doesn't) in the article Wired News: Getting Naked for Big Brother.

New York

I finally went through the handful of pictures I took on a recent trip to The Apple. Some of the ones I'd hoped for (like CBGB) didn't come out so good. Others, like the poster showing a helmeted thug beating a person in a wheelchair, came out just fine.

The signpost up ahead

I think the one that amused me most had nothing to do with the picture but everything to do with a bit of wacky synchronicity. See, where I work, everything is turned into an acronym. When I was naming the Statue of Liberty photo, I started typing SOL.

Oh, the irony.

Van HelSnore

I was good and ready for a thrill-ride of a movie!

I even left work early to catch "Van Helsing" on opening day. Frankenstein, the Werewolf, and Count Dracula rolled into one flick with Hugh Jackman in leather as the cherry on top. Was I disappointed!

Overblown production, tedious dialog, and boring stretches of nothing in particular litter the landscape of this waste of 2 hours and 24 minutes. The humor is borrowed and the romantic sub-plot is weak - hell, it barely had a pulse. And boy, did I get sick of seeing Kate Beckinsale prance around in her high-heel boots and studded leather bustier. The best part was the surprising humanism with which Frankenstein's monster is portrayed.

My advice? Save your money for the Streetwise vendor. At least he'll put it to some use.