Episode III = Good stuff!
Tuesday, May 31, 2005 ~ 08:37 a.m.
Well, Jen, now that I've seen Episode III twice, I can say...I loved it. As clumsily as the story was told, it still managed to catch and hold my attention. You're right, it lacked subtlety ("We can save your wife, but first...kill this puppy") and it had some very annoying points (they can make a cybernetic arm, but they can't do an ultrasound?), but it was STAR WARS. It ranks right up there with Empire for me. *shrug* I like the dark ones. ;-)
This past weekend I went home with every intention of going to the Tennessee Renaissance Faire on Sunday with Jessica, JoAnna, and Pete. That didn't work out so well, but it was still a good visit home.
Todd, not being a Ren Faire kind of guy anyway, stayed behind in Huntsville to work on the design package that has consumed his life these last few weeks. It's due this coming Friday, so he's been working pretty long hours. It doesn't help that the people in Colorado changed the design on him last Thursday. Now, to finish it on time, he'll be working hours that should be illegal.
Not many people realize how much the Corps expects out of Todd. Hell, I'm not sure the Corps realizes how much they expect, because he always gets it done. It's amazing what he can turn out in a short period of time, and I'm not sure they really appreciate it as much as they should. I just hope they let him have a break before they throw in another design package!
Tuesday, May 24, 2005 ~ 02:16 p.m.
The wedding was perfect.
Thanks to Father Hall and Father Allen, the ceremony was beautiful. The reception was a lot of fun, with good food and great many people. Thanks to Mrs. Hopper, the cake turned out to be gorgeous, even with the funny-looking flowers on top. I've been going through the few pictures I currently have, and everyone seems to have had a good time. I wish I could have socialized a little more, but it was wonderful to see so many people.
The honeymoon was great. St. Lucia is a beautiful island, even if we saw most of it from the windows of our taxi to and from the airport. We didn't leave the resort the entire week, instead opting for sheer laziness. We spent our time sleeping, eating, and swimming. Our most strenuous activity, aside from running down to the water across hot sand, was archery. In short, it was the perfect vacation. I haven't been this relaxed in years.
I don't really have that many pictures of the wedding, but I'll be posting what I do have over the next few days. In the meantime, Laura has a few of the reception here.
Call me crazy, but I don't think that helps
Wednesday, May 11, 2005 ~ 11:39 a.m.
Normally, I enjoy NPR's coverage of the Iraq war. Out of all the news outlets, NPR's coverage is the only one that seems to really connect with the people involved. My favorites are the stories where they follow the soldiers around, so I stopped to listen to this one on Morning Edition titled, "U.S. Soldiers Try to Bridge Cultural, Military Divide in Iraq: Philip Reeves spends a day with an American platoon in and around the northern city of Mosul."
At first it was interesting, talking about the Meet and Greet mission this particular platoon was on. But as the segment went on, it rapidly became a lesson in why many Iraqis regard us with dislike, if not outright hostility.
"You’re not f**king leaving. No one is f**king leaving this house. You’re not using the phone. If anybody comes, they’re going to f**king stay here. Okay? If you give me a f**king hard time, I’ll turn your ass into the commandos and they will f**k you up."
Maybe that sounds okay when directed a terrorist, but how about when it's directed at a family whose home has just been invaded by American soldiers wanting to set up a surveillance point?
Then there was the part where they pulled aside an Iraqi who tore up the pro-US papers they were distributing. "To tear a paper up in my face is disrespecting everything we're trying to do. Maybe he knows somebody or maybe he is somebody." So, just like that, they decide the guy's a terrorist. Eventually, their commanding officer intervened and handled it by telling the Iraqi not to tear up any more papers.
And that's just one day of spreading the love.
"We’re trying to make friends, we’re trying to make contacts here with people who are sympathetic to our cause." Best of luck, pal.