The blog went a little screwey earlier today, so if you checked before -- and I am sure you did, as no one can get enough hole news -- you might have seen roughly six thousand copies of yesterday's final post. This has now been corrected.

So the latest update on the excavation (even I get tired of typing "hole" a thousand times... damn it, I typed it again!): I made an initial attempt at taking out the root cutting into hole from the bottom side of these photos. The root is actually coming in from the East if you want to orient yourself that way. The umbrella is to the east, my yard to the west, the street to the north and a round mother-to-be lies roughly North by Northwest. Insert George Kaplan reference here.

Anyway that root turned out to be a great deal of trouble. It kept going and going, leading me to suspect it is less a root and more the remains of the bottom of the tree. Even after excavating a large space to the east side of the hole, allowing swings to reach the pernicious root, I was able to do little more than knock a toothpick sized scrap off the bastard with every full pick swing. This lead rapidly to a tired and extra surley Colbert.

So I switched to a new tactic, widening the hole by about 1-2 inches to the west. This required chapping through another 12 inches of solid root, but because most of it was at the top of the hole, it was actually a much easier task. Easier, not necessarily easy. This does push the future fence out by 1-2 inches, but:

a) It is quite likely that I won't be able to notice 1-2 inches over that extent,
b) I can cut the fence down a little on the backside to make it fit better,
and
c) It is equally likely I didn't have it properly lined up in the first place. This could be a problem if it is now 4 inches out of line, but I eyeballed it and that doesn't look like that is the case.

If you are having trouble reading the measuring stick, the hole depth is almost 20 inches. 30 inches is the approximate target goal, although I will need to do some follow-up measurements of the surround fence posts for a final estimate. I feel good about Saturday.

Real good.

Don't forget to check out the latest progression of deepening hole pictures in the following blog entry, updated for today.

Now finally, for your viewing pleasure, a cat with a baseball helmet on its head:

Good news on the hole front today. I got out there a half hour earlier and really put my time to good use. Got down to a level that was 100% dirt! Sadly, as I descended I discovered a root that was sliding in diagnally into the downward path of my hole. At the depth I've reached that is going to be a tough nut to crack (i.e. pick), but I got some ideas I will put into place tomorrow. In the meantime, here are some photos:

Well I got some complaints that I have neglecting my blog. And I have. Something about trying to get work done and being highly distracting by my upcoming twinzapalooza.

Right now my focus in life has narrowed, laser beam-like, on digging a post hole in my backyard.

What follows is an epic tale of man against nature, in the tradition of Jack London. It is also a tale with strong existential overtones in the thematic style of a Camus. It will also contain at least one dick joke, just like an Eddie Murphy routine. Plus there will be pie.

Recently we came to the conclusion that the beautiful, old ash tree in our neighbor's yard had just grown too big for its britches. And more importantly, our smallish lots. Its roots were starting to undermine my foundation and the tree had already taken out the adjoining fence, which was being held up by nothing more than the giant tree. So, sad as it was to kill such a magnificent specimen of of the vegetable kingdom, it was my home or it. $2000 bucks and the scariest wood chipper I have ever seen (I am fairly certain you could toss a Buick Skylark in there without a hiccup in its rhythmic rrrrmmm) and the tree was gone. As was all the shade it provided. Nicely timed for August.

Anyway, as I already mentioned the tree had left the fence in tatters. As I had relatively recently constructed a small stretch of fence from scratch (which still looks good, I might add), I felt entirely confident I could sink a new fence post, attach the surviving piece of fence and then repair whatever holes remained. Bing, Bang, Boom, fence problem temporarily solved until we finally get around to replacing it entirely (the wood is not in good shape, crumbling at the edges).

I buy my 4x4 fence post. I buy my Quickcrete to secure said fencepost in place. I prepare my electric drill and screws for the attachment, securing of new fence pieces, etc. I warm up the power saw table and take inventory of the 2x4s I can use as needed. I am ready to tear this old fence a new one!

Now fence post digging can be a pain, as you need to place roughly 1/3 of your fence post underground to ensure it is properly anchored (i.e. won't tear a foot deep hole in the ground if you lean on it). So for a 5 foot high post, that is a 2.5 foot hole. This is also approximately the length of my arm if you throw in a bit of shoulder and the edge of a garden spade, something I verified experimentally when I put up the successful (and did I mention handsome?) fence. Now you can rent something call a post hole digger, but I only needed one hole. I figured I would be done in an hour. Tops.

Now someone with a bit of foresight might already have forseen the problem I rapidly developed. When digging a hole within a foot or two of a previoulsy existing 100-150 foot tree (it was damn big), it would not in the least bit be surprising to find some roots. Big, thick roots. Like logs, buried in the ground. After approximately 5 minutes of shoveling, it became clear there was no root free place along the line of the fence. I would have to cut through the roots or abandon/rethink the project.

I made the wrong choice. Cutting through roots basically requires a pick axe, which I borrowed from my father. I think it had been in my family for a generation, as it lasted about 5 minutes before the wood in the handle split. One sad attempt at repair later (I tried reattaching the head with screws...it sorta worked. It also sorta put me in constant danger with each swing of the pick axe of losing a toe). So to OSH I went, returning proudly with my spanking new pick axe, which now uses plastic to reinforce the wood around the pick head. Thirty sweaty minutes later (did I mention it was August and not cool and my shade tree was gone?) and 2 inches of excavated hole later, I knew this was going to be a substantial undertaking.

A weaker man (i.e. smarter) would have again taken the opportunity to abandon the project, hire someone to complete it for them, reworked the problem... really anything would be better than going forward. But I was determined.

And by determined I mean bull-headedly stubborn. The hole would be mine!

So now it has become my morning exercise. I get up, watch 20-30 minutes of TV to shake out the cobwebs, throw on some work clothes, and pick that hole for all I am worth (~30 minutes). When I feel close to collapse due to a combination of fatigue and heat exhaustion (something I could avoid by getting up earlier... file that under thing #2456 that would be better if I could get my ass out of bed earlier), I crawl back inside, shower and head off to work.

The hole is now nearly a foot deep, and its diameter is over a foot, depending on where you measure it. The roots get softer and less dense as I go deeper, but it gets harder and harder to swing the pick axe. So I have to widen the hole to allow for the pick axe swings. I think by the time I am done it will look like a blast crater. My latest excavation definitely uncovered several square inches of pure, easily removed soil, so I am greatly encouraged. I am hoping one more day of picking will allow me to get down deep enough so that the roots are soft enough that they can be attacked with a garden spade. After that, it should finish very quickly. Kock on wood. I have plenty of that, anyway.

I am not sure what I will do after I complete this crazy little project. It is certain to leave a vacuum in my life. Or dare I say, a hole?

No, I really shouldn't have dared, but that is what you get for reading a blog entirely about digging one hole. And sorry, I lied about the pie.

Yes, I have been negligent. But I am finally out from under the crushing weight of Spitzer program reviews. Hurrah! In celebration I will consider a bit of "did-you-know" trivia.

Gadzooks. It is a real swear word that used to be very offensive, but is now quite cute.

It is short for God's Hooks and refers to the crucifiction (or specifically, the nails that put Jesus there). It is similar to many swear words that Shakespeare liked to use, like 'Zwounds and 'Sblood (God's Wounds and God's Blood), which were also considered pretty salty at the time. It is why they were mostly said by his Falstaff character (although other's were known to lose it from time to time).

Anyway, for some reason Gadzooks has become a cute, Ay Caramba! level phrase, while the other's have faded into history. I like to think of it as something offensive I can say without anyone realizing. Like talking about being gypped. Fucking Romany.

S.

I have written very little over the past couple of weeks mostly because I have been working my tail off at work. O where the Halcyon days of time for procrastination?

Busy busy busy.

Finalizing house remodel, refinancing house (to pay for said remodel), dealing with babies-to-be stuff, playing some softball (Go Ether Binge!), and now organzing the dangerous and ill-advised turkey fry. If there is no grease fire, I will deem the fry a success.

Did I mention I found out it is going to be an all-girl Colbert household? Yes, except for Daddy, nothing but wall to wall estrogen (or whatever my spade cat and spade dog still have). The turtle may be male, but who can tell. It is a reptile. Anyway, I now have my new life mandate, thanks to Chris Rock.

Got to keep my babies off the pole.

S.

Back in the USA Baby!

Relatively uneventful trip home. Delta still sucks in every way imaginable. They did manage to make my connection in Atlanta stressful by sitting on the tarmac just outside our gate for 30 minutes. This was after a 12 hour flight, I should mention. I thought people were going to storm the cockpit and throttle the captain or beat the flight crew to death with their detachable seats that can also be used as a flotation device.

On a side note: One of the flights I was on began describing the floating flotilla of barely qualifying cushioning as per usual. Then they said something like only some of you have them. I think they meant first class customers did their floating differently (we can't bob up and down like a commoner), but I like to imagine that they only had so much money for flotation and therefore, to be as fair as possible, spread the seats randomly throughout the cabin. The lucky ones get the floating seats! The unlucky ones have seats filled with shark bait and cans of rusty nails!

Anyway, luckily for Delta our legs were all numb making us barely capable of rising, not to mention rioting. We did eventually get into the gate before beginning the 45 minute trek through immigration, customs, re-checkin, and re-screening. That left a good 15 minutes before the departure of my next flight. Fine. International flights, Terminal E. My flight, Terminal A. Yes they are arranged in alphabetical order. Sigh. But I did make it.

Now I know everyone with a thick Southern drawl is not stupid, but lord the guy who sat next to me on the way to LA pushed my preconceptions to the limit. The guy must have weighed 280 pounds, so of course he got the middle seat. He spent the flight reading a single SEC football preview magazine and talking the ear off of the lady next to him about, what else, football. I might also mention his insights into the game were not profound. I like to think of myself as fairly egalitarian. People are people, rich or poor, educated or not, rural or city. I might disagree with them on many important matters, but I am not any better than they are. This guy, however, managed to push all my secretly buried elitist, educated, upper class buttons.

And plus, he sweated on me the whole flight. The nerve of that commoner...

Travel or Why you should pluck out your own eyes with servings tongs instead.

I write this from sunny Crete, where I am now in the 4th day of a 5 day astronomy conference. It has been a bit hot, but otherwise beautiful. Sadly my talk was scheduled for the last day (tomorrow) so I have not been able to really unwind, (i.e., get bombed).

Getting here was a little less pleasant. Warning, the following is a long bitch session. If you don't care that my trip sucked, please feel free to stop here.

The fastest way from Los Angeles to Crete is to fly LAX-JFK and then JFK to Athens
and then Athens to Crete. Needless to say, just getting to Athens is a 17 hour affair, requiring me to leave my home at 5am.

The flights were mostly on Delta, which feels like an airline in bankrupcy (I think it is), as it is understaffed and under-serviced at every opportunity. Despite arriving 2 hours before my flight, checking in actually got a little sticky, because so few people were attending to checking in customers. It didn't help that I discovered they had moved the flight up 10 minutes in the 3 days between my ticketing and the flight. Only by being selected from the middle of the check-in line was I able to check in on time. And then they wouldn't take my frequent flier card, because it differed from that on my purchased ticket by one initial and the roman numeral IV. I was late, and so could not argue.

So, despite morning stress levels climbing to red levels, I managed to board the plane and promptly discovered my seat in the very back of the plane. Thank you JPL travel. The flight itself was uneventful, although Glory Road (or Days?) whatever, the movie about an all black college basketball team breaking down barriers was a little flat and predictable.

In New York I tried to grab a bagel sandwich between flights. I said tuna sandwich toasted, they toasted it, then they asked me what I wanted on it, and I said just lettuce and tomato, maybe a touch of mayo. And that is what I got: a LT. Classic mistake where I assumed she meant what I wanted ON my tuna sandwich and she had forgotten I had said tuna 30 seconds earlier. She put it in a bag, so I didn't discover the error until too late. On the plus side, it really didn't taste too bad.

The flight to Athens wasn't bad, but what a crappy plane. The movie sound went out half way through the second movie (King Kong) and the video for a third of the plane (not me, thank small favors) flickered on and off the whole way. And I think the seats were designed to transfer its metal frame directly to my ass.

Arriving in Athens, I had to check in for my Crete flight (to Heraklion, the largest city and home of the Minotaur, as far as I could determine). I was not excited about this process, as I had been booked on a 3pm flight and I arrived at 10am. Wait, lucky me, I was told they could put me on the 11:20am flight. Even better, my luggage could be transferred as well. I double checked that point.

Flash forward four hours. Yes, four hours. The flight was delayed, delayed, delayed, delayed, canceled. We had to go pick up our bags and recheck-in to another flight. But I had no bags. So I had to talk to the nice lost bags lady. Waiting there I had a fairly serious freak out moment, as I knew I needed to get a new flight or possibly be bumped off all flights as every other canceled passenger took the seats. Somehow I managed to avoid screaming, hair-pulling, etc and got to the front of the line. I figured my bags were likely set to go on the 3pm flight, despite earlier assurances. The lost bag personnel seemed to agree, and sent minions off
to look for them. Fifteen minutes later, no luck. The bags were not here and I should go on to Heraklion and deal with it there.

Upstairs to the ticket line, where I discovered they had never canceled my previous 3pm reservation. Joy! I ran across to the check-in line (yes, they were different lines), cut in front of everyone and handed over my ticket. It was after 2:30 (2:35, maybe) and had closed the flight. Great despair. I slunk back to the ticket line and to the same sympathetic ticket lady, who knew I was at the end of my rope and probably understood that a gentle hand was required to keep me from kill kill KILLING. She would get me on the very next flight (6:50) which was a relief, because
up to that point I had suspected I would be shoved onto the 9:40 flight. I puddled on her counter while she wandered into the backroom for some sort of high level negotiations. Turns out she was refunding me the price of the one way ticket for my troubles. 125 Euros. That is nearly 200 dollars, which almost made the next three hours in the Athens airport worth it.

No you can't sit near your gate until you are a half an hour from your flight. No we will provide almost no seats in the rest of the airport. No we don't really believe in air conditioning. I was forced into the waiting arms of McDonalds comfort food and then into a cave-like area in which benches had been thrown. Several vagabonds were huddled together for comfort. I did my best to prevent my exhaustion from developing into full blown nauseau.

In the end I made that flight (passed out on it), arrived in Crete, where they had my bag (it arrived on the 3pm flight). Due to the late hour, I managed to catch the free conference bus which drove another hour across the island to Agios Nikolaus, my final destination. I was so energized at my unlikely success that I even stayed up for dinner at a local restaurant (Don't they have anything except for Greek food?).

Now let's see how things go coming back...

Because it is my blog... baseball ramblings!


Now, I don't think this will hold up over the rest of the season, but the terrible National League West of 2005 (where the winning team ended 2 games above 500, only by winning its final game) is ALL playing above .500 ball.

And this is not just them beating up on themselves. Not a single team has a losing record outside of the West. In fact, only San Francisco has a losing record against either the Eastern or Central division (4-6 vs. E). Every other team is at least .500. San Diego has beaten the ever-loving crap out of the Central division (9-1), actually putting them in 1st place despite having a terrible record inside their own division (9-12).

This bodes well for the West not being the embarassment of baseball. Well, the NATIONAL league west, anyway. I suppose it shouldn't be that surprising. Outside of Colorado, which has surprised everyone by not being mathematically eliminated after the first month (the harshest comment I heard about them last year, as it was said so matter-of-factly), these teams have line-ups which should not be awful. They spend money. They have stars.

They are not Pittsburgh, which has no money, or Florida, which sold off every single major league player but one in the off-season. The Nationals used to be the Expos and have only just become a real boy and the Cubs.... Well, they are cursed by God. The West SHOULD look better by comparison.

No one in the West should be able to play with the big boys, which look to be the Mets (who have spent approximately a billion dollars) and the Cardinals (Pujols one-man wrecking machine). Cincinnati may be something, but I need to see more. Never count out the Braves (although I think this year might finally be one to do so). For completeness I'll say Houston, Milwaukee, and Philadelphia are probably NL-West-level and would be lucky to have a shot at a wild card. Barring returns of Hall-of-Fame pitchers, of course.


BONUS MATERIAL
If you perservered through all that baseball crap, I can give you my latest Stephen-Colbert-Fame-ometer reading.

I met with a visiting colleague yesterday who I had never before been formally introduced to. He greeted my name with a joke, along the lines of, "Say you aren't that Colbert that I saw saying the funniest things to the President, are you?" I said, no, that wasn't me and left it at that. Hamnet (my former bossman) was there and we just kinda shared a look. He is now what you think of when you see the name, "Colbert". Up yours, Claudette!

Terrifying News!

I just got this message in my e-mail from what I can only guess is a front organization (Lucile Meyer? Please, that's not even a real name) for the NSA:

asteroid defined by earring returns home, and freight train near earring figure out over taxidermist.Still boogie her from behind tenor, conquer her garbage can inside with near taxidermist.ribbon related to trembles, and of warranty hesitates; however, bodice ripper beyond figure out..

As best I can determine, an asteroid is about to hit the earth, killing all the animals (hence the need for taxidermy), starting earthquakes and unleashing a horde of bodice ripping rape fiends. Dance and/or opera music may be our only chance.

I am going to start packing up canned goods.

Immigration Nonsense...

I am not exactly sure why this has crept up into a top tier issue. One would suspect Republican shenanigans, a la Gay marriage bans, except it appears to be uniting Democrats and tearing the Republicans apart. Go figure.

I agree controlling a border is a good thing for a sovereign nation to do. I am, however, fairly certain it is not the horrible national dilemma that is being described. Unless you don't want the U.S. to become majority latino and Spanish to rise as a true second language, that is. Yes, what makes my skin crawl is that the strong "base" for immigration reform just doesn't like all these damn funny-talking Mexicans. And how they want to impregnate our women. Damn you Paco, stay away from my daughter. Ba-CHOW! <--(Shotgun noise).

Putting that aside for the moment, National Guard on the border ain't gonna help. Big walls and laser turrets ain't gonna help. It is 2000 miles of border and nothing we can do will really stop people from coming, outside of getting batshit crazy (i.e. start shooting, permanently imprison, etc.). What will slow immigration is to remove the jobs. If they can't work, they won't come.

Fine and great and all, but while it is simple to say, I have done a rough estimate of what that would entail and I am leaning strongly towards the "ain't worth it" camp.

OK, to get rid of people hiring illegal aliens requires strong enforcement. Raids. Investigations. Imprisonment. That is a lot of new law officials, training them, supplying them, more jail space, office space, etc.

It would be wholely unfair to fine (or even jail) people when they can not really tell who is legal and who is not. So we need a new social security card/work card. NOT the same as a national ID, which I find creepy, but simply a new social security/green card that one needs to bring on hiring day. This means issuing it to everyone, a major logistical nightmare in itself. You need to pay to develop it, make it as secure as presently possible. Pay to have some sort of national computer system to properly keep track/issue them. You will need offices everywhere to respond to people who lose them, etc. Some of this stuff can be piggy-backed on existing systems, but it will require a ton of new bureaucracy nonetheless.

We will need more law enforcement to fight counterfeiting, trade in stolen cards. We will have to get tougher, requiring more jailing.

We will need to set up a system to allow presently illegal immigrants to attain a legal status, otherwise the new card system is tantamount to eviction of 11 million people. Not only is this a bad idea, it would never work, lead to riots, etc. Someone needs to run this system and it must be fully functional before we require the cards to work.

So I have expanded several law agencies and created a couple new bureacracies that are social security administration big. Every hiccup in this process will lead to mass chaos, lawsuits, angry marches, businesses closing, etc. And all this before expanding Border Patrol, which is really the only logical way to close our borders to unwanted traffic (the Wall idea is Sooooo dumb). What do you suppose the total price tag of this whole effort will be?

And for what, to increase the price of lettuce? Give Janitor jobs back to our inner city youth?

I just think there are better ways to spend our money. Of course I think we have little reason to fear that anything so comprehensive will come out of this congress. I expect stop-gap, under-funded efforts that sound great but actually make things worse.

You heard it here first.

I wanted to write more, but those bastard scientists out there (and you know who you are) who felt that today was the day to write Helpdesk about their precious "space data", sucked up all my time. As it is I feel as though a large Gibbon was sitting on my chest beating me about the face and neck everytime I turn away from my growing mound of inbox questions, technical reviews, and assorted nonsense(tm).

In the meantime the only procrastinating I have done is to write HummaK and tell him how Round Numbers do not necesarily suck. Only the ill-use of them by the foolish. It is a baseball thing and can be summed up in Ricky Henderson's lifetime numbers, 1400+ Stolen Bases, 297 Home Runs. Think about it and you may understand.

But don't think of a Monkey.

Think of Monkey Links!

Brand new, today, Monkey Links!

At last... You asked for it. You begged for it.
Now, nothing but monkey links!
Feel free to let me know of any critical monkey links I may have missed.

That is all.

By popular demand: The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere Thread, circa April 2005

After reading your note, I ask: who's this guy Dawes?
Some no one! I yell, though this gives me pause.
Another war hero? Revere ain't enough?
Just rode alongside? Did all the same stuff?

Maybe he called all his friends? Sent a mass e-mail?
Or possibly broke some friends out of jail?
How 'bout a good story for this old-timer?
Something more suiting of Jerry Bruckheimer.

We'll make a movie! Something sober and solemn!
With a talking horse played by the guy who did Gollum.
I know for a fact it'll make more than "Jaws"
And then all will know 'bout the great William Dawes.

I think "Euro Trip" made more money than Jaws.

OK, probably not, but Jaws is no longer such an impressive benchmark in the age
of modern world-wide releases, $10 movies and, of course, DVDs. Jaws is
43rd all time world box office, and that was even before the VHS boom, not to
mention DVD, so don't give me none of that adjusted for inflation BS.

I know, I know. It rhymes with Dawes and it would be a bitch to rhyme Titanic or
Shrek 2.

Nowadays big movies make a billion dollars. With a B. As in:
"Boy, that Bastard rhymed Bruckheimer".

Now I'm just spitballing here, but how about an American colonnial
"Amadeus", with Paul Revere as Mozart and William Dawes as the Salieri.
I'm thinking Pitt and Cruise, July 4th release. Oscar gold, I tell you.
Get em by their patriotic gonads.

"The British are coming! The British are coming! And I find it difficult
to care, because I am plagued by the thought of my own mediocrity!"

You could never do Pitt and Cruise. You would have to find somebody
willing to play the meatier but less-glamorous role of Dawes. It's a
Kevin Spacey sort of role...

As for Revere, both Cruise and Pitt lack gravitas. Russell Crowe is your
man.

Brad Pitt plays Paul Revere, a Silver smithy with a passion for freedom,
only eclipsed by his love for Rachel Walker, played by Britney Murphy, his
young bride who was once the paramour of young William Dawes. Wil Dawes, played
by Ben Affleck, is another patriot whose jealousy for Revere threatens to both
consume him and destroy the American Revolution before it even starts. Set against
epic backdrop of the Birth of the United States of America, this epic love
story unfolds side by side with the crucial events that formed this great
nation, from the Boston Tea Party to the Massacre of Crispus Atticus (played by the
captivating Chris Rock). Everything culminates in the Midnight Ride, where
Dawes has to decide to between betraying his heart or his country.
With more guest stars awkwardly cast as important revolutionary figures
than you can shake a stick at (Don't miss DeVito as Ben Franklin), this will be the
hottest ticket this summer. On July 4th, make sure you are along for the
ride:

Midnight Ride (Rated PG-13)

MI:3, Flopping like dying fish?

As is my want, I was perusing the liberal blogs yesterday and I noticed that there was several squealing with glee at the complete and utter failure of the latest Tom Cruise vehicle, Mission Impossible 3.

Now first of all, I don't know why they care so much. Cruise isn't really a political issue unless you are interested in how much influence the Church of Scientology has on politicians (I wonder if the mere mention will lead to a CoS search engine flagging this essentially unread page... shudder). In fact, I imagine conservative blogs are taking the same cold joy in the demise, although I don't really feel like dipping into that cesspool to find out (Egads! Secret political leanings revealed!). People are just suffering TomKat fatigue, don't like Tom Cruise (smug little prick), and/or like it whenever Hollywood Blockbusters fail.

My question is whether it is really fair to call a movie that made 48 million dollars in 3 days a flop. Yes, the powers that be were promised...Promised!...That MI3 would make 50-70 million its opening weekend.

OK, we will ignore for the moment that 48 million is for all intents and purposes identical to 50 million. When you tell an exec a movie will make 50-70 million, I am sure anything less than 60 million is a failure. Ending up technically less than the low end is certainly nothing to write the stock holders about.

My question is whether the estimate makes any sense. MI:1 (which had the audacity to be simply called Mission Impossible) made 45 million opening, 180 million total in 1996. MI:2 made 58/215 million in 2000. While there has been some inflation over the past decade, the 48 million opening appears to be about as good as the first film. The reviews have been solid, so it would probably not be crazy to guess MI:3 will hold well enough to get back to ~180 million dollar territory. [Granted: 1996 was a different era in terms of number of opening day screens. MI:1 was a bigger success than MI:3]


Is it so crazy to expect the THIRD movie in a less than thrilling franchise (Honestly, tell me anything about the characters from the Mission Impossible movies. I dare you.) to not do any better than the first? How about those spaced 5-6 years apart?

Using opening day grosses only (all we got so far for MI3), what is the history of blockbuster 3rd sequels?

Harry Potter (Azkaban/Goblet;94mil/103mil), Lord of the Rings (73mil), & Star Wars (108mil) opened bigger with each film, with some of the biggest weekends of all time. As cultural phenomenon these movies can't even be compared to MI. How many Star Wars fans saw the 3rd film out a sense of obligation? Obligation! No other franchise has power like that.

Goldmember (73mil) opened huge. I got to give you that one. I am fairly certain AP:4 would not do anywhere near as well.

As 3rd movie openings go that drops us all the way down to #48, Jurassic Park III (51 mil), which made 20 million dollars less than II and could end up being very comparable to MI:3 in total money.

Then we have Scary Movie 3 (48mil), the unexplainable franchise, and Matrix:Revolutions(48mil) which SUCKED and made 43 million less than its Reloaded brother.

Rounding out the top 100 we got a Bond film (Die Another Day; 47mil), Terminator III (44mil;There is a big franchise that did not exactly pop), and Scary Movie 4 (40mil), which defies all logic yet again.

Not included is EVERY OTHER 3rd+ movie ever made! Lots of sequels do better than the original. It takes an exceptional 3rd movie and/or franchise to outdo the 2nd film. Again I acknowledge both inflation and the way Hollywood releases films changes money totals upwards with time, but come on. Someone at Paramount fooled themselves into believing Mission Impossible is the uber-franchise that it is not. That doesn't mean you can't make a hundred more of them, a la Bond, but don't expect Harry Potter numbers.

I predict X-Men 3 makes less money only 20 million dollars more opening weekend than X2. In no way can I alter this blog entry later to make me seem prophetic.

So sadly, while I think the storyline is that Tom Cruise killed this film, I think it will really be killed by its own over-expectations. And still gross a half billion dollars when all is said and done.

Sweet God Almighty, I am Free at Last!

Instead of the usual pseudo-political babble or cultural commentary, today's blog is a bit more personal than those so far. A little over 2 and half years ago I finished my doctoral thesis work, which in itself was the end result of eight years of graduate school, which is definitely on the long side for Astronomy (6 years is norm). Well, in science nothing has really happened unless the results appear in a refereed journal. I can't count the number of times exciting new results have been discussed at meetings or in news releases only to never see the light of day again. Success in science is also generally (although not universally) tallied in number of and significance of refereed publications.

Today is the day that the last of my papers from my thesis (of which there are a total of two, so this is the second) has been accepted by the Astrophysical Journal for publication. As I started this work in the beginning of my 3rd year of graduate school (Fall 1997) this represents the culmination of eight and a half years of work, covering the majority of my professional science career. Phew! Now I can move on to the pile of much more recent (2+ years) projects which have yet to be brought to a proper conclusion. Seriously, it feels pretty good. Like I finally finished graduating.

My former advisor, MM, was so thrilled he waxed poetic:

in our field the timescale for great achievements
is so long that we often miss out on lauding the really
singular events. the publication of the
main science results from [JIMBILLY4]'s thesis truly
is a "red letter" landmark day--a day we are
living for--which i for one
am definitely going to celebrate in my own
fashion. for now all i will pass on is my deep conviction
that this is a great field, a great exploration of
scientific discovery, a great profession,
and a downright wonderful great referree, i only wish
i could give him or her a huge hug.
i was not aware of it this morning, but i
now realize that today
is a great day, perhaps even a great time in
human history to be alive.

Before MM makes sweet love to the referee, it should probably be noted the very fast turnaround on re-submittance and acceptance (2 working days) probably means the Editor decided the referee had been accomodated enough and accepted it outright. Since I once worked for/with the Editor and am an acquaintance if not a friend, it seems doubly likely (i.e., cut the poor boy a break).

OK, up to now I have mostly been pasting in things from recent e-mails to see how a honest-to-god blog might look. Today I have run out of obvious (and not so obvious) stuff to post, without going back to stuff that is clearly not so recent.

I still haven't decided if I want to go forward with this, i.e. spend any real amount fo time blogging. It might be nice as a bulletin board alternative to e-mail chains. More pondering and navel staring will be forthcoming.

In the meantime, let me congratulate my Uncle Stephen for taking a big ole stick to the beehive of American politcal consciousness and giving it a good whack. So few people speak truth to power anymore, particularly right to its face. The main criticisms have been that he wasn't that funny and that he was rude.

As to the former, I would agree that he was not at his funniest. I think the Colbert Report is at its best when it combines scathing political satire with outright silliness. Follow a scathing remark on Iraq Death Tolls with a harangue against Hamas-backed bears.I think that one-two punch is the core of his show. Letting that real Stephen smile creep in under his less appealing character. He decided to not go silly in front of President and I think you have to respect that. On a side note, I do think his video "audition" was weak. Points for getting Helen Thomas to become a stalker, but otherwise not his best stuff (even after the edited it down for his show).

As to rudeness, there is some truth to that as well. Hard hitting satire is generally very rude. It is never polite to make someone feel uncomfortable or embarassed. Satire that does not do that is pretty bland, Jay Leno-y stuff. Minor personality quirks are ok to mock (he can't pronounce nuclear) but major policy decisions that effect the entire world are not. Not my idea of great political humor. Of course another thing to keep in mind is that he is playing a character that is mocking the multitude of screaming pundits, and one thing that tends to be universal in that bunch is that they are rude.

As to positives, here are a couple of things peopole have written me:

your uncle is my fucking hero, no shit.

hope all is great

jay

and

First, tell JIMBILLY4 that I'm getting a full body tattoo dedicated to his uncle for standing there and ripping the Pres. and the press! What a moment in history!

Thom

There you have it.

Star Wars continues, but now we are shooting upwards. As TK wrote:

I keep telling them: lasers from space. Lasers from space. I'm like a
broken record with my lasers from space.

Then what does this frickin' administration do?

Earth-bound lasers to -- not from -- TO space. Come on, people! Get with
the program!

Sadly enough, this makes much more sense to me than TK's space sharks shooting
downwards.

It probably would not take much to severely damage a spy satellite, which would
be pointing its very sensitive optics downward. So this really could work with
reasonable assumptions, as opposed to blowing up missles, which would be
freaking hard (not impossible, but really hard).

So as I understand it, it uses adaptive optics to determine how the atmosphere
would cause the beam to become incoherant (slightly like this commentary) and
then probably uses a deformable mirror to send out a deliberately diverging
beam, that the atmosphere would then refocus. Pretty neat.

I got to wonder how they close the loop, do they shoot the beam first and then
use it to close the loop? So that would give the satellite a brief warning that
trouble was coming. How about the tip/tilt correction? If I recall my AO you
can't use the laser for that. If you need stars then you probably need a big
piece of glass to be sure you have a bright enough star nearby your target...

Anyway, I am now fairly far out of my field. I just want to blow up satellites
in space.

This reminds of a disturbing story I read about satellite war. If you blew up an
atomic weapon in low orbit it would trash most unhardened satellites (i.e.
everything except for some small percentage of military satellites). This would
take out most global communications in a single shot. But who has ICBMs and
atomic weapons? Ah, North Korea, you find new ways to scare us every day.

Talk about running out of ideas. Here is a synopsis of the latest Stephen King
book, which sounds so awful it made me laugh until I cried (well, my eyes got
misty anyway).

"At three in the afternoon on October 1st, Clayton Riddell is just an ordinary citizen walking the streets of Boston. In fact, he is about to declare life truly good, as he has just landed the publishing dream of a lifetime. He won't know how good until three minutes later, when his life and everyone else's will be terrifyingly altered. For at precisely 3:03 PM, anyone using a cellphone will inexplicably revert to the savage killer instincts of humanity's ancestral
past."

CELL by Stephen King

What really makes me laugh is that the odds are good that TK will have to
write a similar synopsis about the movie in 2 years.

Oh wait,here it is:

Commenting on the announcement, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx said, "We're thrilled to
be brining 'Cell' to the screen. Stephen King has his finger on America's
pulse -- a pulse that beats faster and faster with every thrilling word he
writes. 'Cell' continues in the proud tradition of 'Gerald's Game,'
'Insomnia,' and 'Danse Macabre,' proving that King hasn't lost a step in
his lifelong mission to scare the life out of everyone in America."

Zod is running for president. At last a leader before which we can cower.

www.zod2008.com

VG writes:

Hey if Ursa becomes the first lady I'm all for it. She would be the hottest first lady ever!!!

How dare you express carnal lust for one of the chosen brides of the great
leader!

As a charter member of the Zod Youth Patrol (ZYP), I am reporting you to my
squad leader. Expect to be on the compiled list sent to his magnificence on a
weekly basis. Annihilation should soon follow.

Ha ha! Tremble before the might of Zod! Beg for forgiveness if you must, but
know it will not be forthcoming. Zod wastes no mercy on fools.

Oh, and ZYP is having a bake sale this Saturday at the Little Angel Thrift Shop
in Pacoima. They'll be pony rides for the kids and a raffle! See you there!

It's mandatory.

All Hail Zod.

Apparently there is an American Poultry Hall of Fame and the inventor of the chicken nugget was an inductee (thanks VG).

The real crime is that Skinless Joe Jackson was never enshrined after
the infamous 1919 Black Chicken Feet scandal.

The rules guiding induction are also really fickle.
I mean if they let Popeye into the Hall I don't understand how they can keep
the Colonel out. He didn't win a lot of taste tests, but he managed
7 consecutive Herbs and Spices. Led the chicken frying league in Earned
Roaster Average for 5 out of 13 seasonings.

Hopefully the Poultry veteran's commission will right this grievous wrong. Damn
Poultry Writers of America!

OK, that is enough. I need to stop before I hurt myself.

All-time Denny's Grand Slam breakfast leader.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow....