Friday, November 30, 2012

Foregin to Love


Years ago I used to be the guy that just tumbled head over heals for a girl, made her my everything, and saw no one other than here...

Twenty years of disaster and heart break later, and one could say I've become a little more cautious. Perhaps just a little too cautious.

Yes, though I hate to admit it, there really is an dating infograph. It outlines my ideal woman, who - that I'm interested in, or have seen - fits with what parts, and the dangers and benefits of each woman in question. And, as of late, I find myself mulling over it quite a lot.

Recent events have made me, for better or worse, put my life on a fast track to finish off what I call "The Pint Can" list; being that it's not my "Bucket List", but more of my get-it-done-before-40 plan. In all my strategizing, outlining, and maneuvering, I've discovered something about myself...

I missing being in love. More to the point, I miss having that special bond with someone where we can share goals and dreams, hopes and worries, the good times and the not so good times. To have and to hold and all that...

Of course, Justin may have a point; all my over thinking and caution might be why I'm not getting anywhere in regards to romance. He may just also be sick and tired of being on hold for so long, too, and just wants me to get it done with and move on.

I'm not sure where, out of my psychy, he picked up his sarcasm, but if you're not getting the joke, then here...







Galactic Gun returns in 2013 with more of The Twisted Case of Station 77; which should make Justin happy.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

In a Spot...


This is another one of those moments where knowing the context to the quote won't really help you much. In fact, I'm sure it'll make it worse.

Ariel has been working the Great Dickens Christmas Fair at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. Every year the place comes to life as a giant, living Dickens village; right off your fireplace hearth and practically into your lap. Store facades sell all kinds of goodies imaginable; both period and holiday themed. And actors help bring the works of Dickens alive around you all day. There's also a dash, or two, of British history from the times, plus shows, food and drink, and dancing. If you're into the holidays, then this is definitely the place for you.

It's not too uncommon for statements like this to randomly fall out of Ariel's mouth. Probably one of the reasons she occupies a special place on the list of best potential future ex-girlfriends.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Stuff: The Splice is Nice

 
 
Ah, the age of modern living... and how easy it is to misunderstand it, I suppose.
 
Great case in point; the recent breakthrough in genetic modification to create a more durable food supply. Researchers had found a way to pluck the gene sequence out of - for example - the cockroach's DNA that controls shell and skin growth and hardness and insert it into the tomato. The tomato would then grown an outer skin that would be a little tougher against the elements and pests. This would have yielded a larger crop that would last much longer; both in the field, and in the store.
 
Unfortunately the stigma of the source more than alarmed people. While science tried to reassure them that their tomatoes were, in fact, not part bug, activist groups worked round the clock to get the new technology banned, immediately; causing farmers to give pause. For the first time EVER we had found a new technology to produce strong, healthy, lasting crops... and were stepping back from it.
 
Maybe it's too much bad science fiction? Perhaps, with all the pesticides, hormones, and chemicals we already put on and in our food - which do actually contribute to serious health issues - this was too much for the ordinary consumer to take.
 
But, the fact of the matter is, altering a gene sequence like that doesn't make your tomato part bug, at all. All it does is tell the fruit to use its fruit stuffs to make a skin like it always does, but just a little like something different.
 
Since then there's been a huge uproar of activism regarding Genetically Modified Food. Most recently, here in California, Prop 37 was introduced on the ballot; forcing food labeling on anything remotely altered. It was a horrible prop, badly written, and would not only would have caused more confusion over food, but would have ended up costing consumers more money at the stores; where the stores themselves would have had to foot the bill for maintaining proper labeling right at their shelves.
 
Yet, when it - thankfully - didn't pass, there was a small uproar over its failure. The knee jerk reaction to GMO, as it's called, was so bad that, despite all the analysis on the prop's cost and impact, pockets of even my otherwise well learned and informed friends got more than a little huffy over it. Down right snide, in some cases.
 
Now I'm not saying we should just all keep eating whatever we're given, no questions asked. There's enough evidence to suggest a link between what we do to our food, and what it does to us. But a lot of that has to do with poor eating habits (For a myriad of reasons.) as much as what's put into our food. And the whole idea of going organic isn't really practical, either. There's 230 million people in the Untied States, alone. You try to get all that food everywhere quickly, before it spoils, and still keep your company afloat.
 
Sometimes it feels like, to me, that many people want to have their cake and eat it too. We need to feed everyone, and everyone wants affordable food. Yet, to feed everyone, and make it affordable, we need to add preservatives to give it a better shelf life; which nobody seems to want, because they're rather eat all organic - regardless of how expensive and short lived that kind of food can be.
 
Maybe if all those folks went and planted themselves victory gardens...?
 
Peace and grace be with you... You are what you eat, so go read a few labels to help you plan a better weekly menu. 


Friday, November 2, 2012

Stuff: Help, Mr. Wizard!

 
 
So, Miss J just had "The Girls" over; the core group of a small acting troupe that I once worked with. Great bunch of ladies, to be sure; if not a little more than... well, a collective force of nature. No, seriously; I fear very things like these ladies on the war path. 
 
Now, don't get me wrong, it's great, and all, that they think so highly of me as to include me into their inner sanctum (Well, not all the way in.) and feel they can share all kinds of stuff with me. But, hey, c'mon; I'm still a guy, after all. I got guy feelings, and stuff.
 
I mean, when I tried to excuse myself, Moxie reminded me they had issued me an "honorary vagina card". Of course, Moxie admitted to trying to get her way into Stuff:
 
 


Well, about half way through the evening, I had had enough, and needed to get back in touch with my masculine side... which tends to surprise people that I have one. Apparently Don had the same idea, because I found him hiding out in the living room in front of the TV:
 
 
You like that word balloon picta-joke in today's comic? Well, that was the second version...
 
Too good to watse.
Good night everybody.