Thursday, February 13, 2014

Some days

Some mornings you get up damn early in order to catch a shuttle at 6:30 so you can then go to a river and take a tour of the mangroves.

Other days you get up damn early in order to catch a shuttle at 6:30 so you can then go to a river and find out that the tour you were sold is not a tour they plan on doing but you can either go on another tour that you are not interested in or have your money back.

Today was the second sort of day. I took the refund.

The Rat Bastards Will Try to Destroy Anything You Love

I made a mistake last week and watched Ender's Game. I knew before watching it that I would regret it, the subtlety of the book would not translate well to a movie if it were made by genius's, much less being made by the nitwits who had a hand in it. The fact that it was written and directed by Gavin Hood who has such illustrious movies as Project Shadowchaser II, X-Men Origins - Wolverine, and Tsotsi on his resume should be an indicator that the man has no experience with quality sci-fi. That last one though looks like it may be an interesting movie, but a documentary about gangs in South Africa is probably not a good precursor to translating a complicated science fiction book into film.

Before seeing Ender's Game I had thought I would hate Asa Butterfield playing Ender Wiggins. I had never heard of this actor - and looking at his credits he has been in mostly movies I wouldn't bother with. Surprisingly he was able to pull off the role convincingly, coupled with Harrison Ford playing a role appropriate to his age (80 year old knock kneed Indiana Jones did not impress me) the acting was not bad in the movie. Ben Kingsley as Mazer Rakhem felt a bit stunted, but he didn't show up in the movie until I was already frustrated and angry enough that any performance would fall flat in my eyes.

I'm not sure why Gavin Hood was allowed to do the screenplay, it appears that he took a series of scenes from the book without giving any thought to how they fit together to make a coherent story. Gone was any sense of empathy for Ender and the build up to his eventual breakdown that was integral to the book. The conflict between Colonol Graff and the rest of the Battle School staff was given lip service in a single scene, Ender's slow realization that he might actually be the person the Earth needed was barely addressed. Hell the movie felt like it took place over a 6 week period instead of the years in the book. Then toward the end they really screwed the pooch by making a change so small, yet so ignorant, that any sequel cannot be better than this piece of shit. If the next two books rely on space travel taking years, and not being instantaneous as shown in this movie - why would you change something so simple that will ruin the next stories? The issues of communication between the stars was solved in the book in a way that enhanced the story - why negate the importance of this?

If you haven't seen the movie yet - don't bother, or at the very least don't pay for it. These bastards don't deserve the money, and need to know there is no profit in making a sequel.

f you haven't read the book - you should. It's still one of the greats.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Never mind the fingers

I have a new toy, and I didn't realize how wide of a shot it would be taking nor how far into the cameras view my leather covered fingers would protrude. It's also the first time I've attempted editing a video so the overall quality might leave something to be desired.

Shit happens, C'est la vie‎. Hopefully in a few weeks I'll have a strap to take care of this finger issue. Or I'll make a point of getting my fingers into every shot. I'll decide that when the time comes, or as in this time no decision will be made except to add more alcohol to the experience.

This video was taken in La Fortuna, on a course where the longest cable was a mere 600 meters long. In a couple of weeks I'm going to Monteverde where there is a purported thousand more meters of cable in the longest zip line. In some instances it may not be the size that counts, but with zip lines more height and length sure as hell helps. 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

2 weeks on Ometepe

Following up on the post from a couple of days  weeks ago about the islands of Granada Nicaragua I thought, hey why not go ahead and post some pictures from Ometepe as well?

We stayed for two weeks on Playa Santa Domingo, the beach area separating the two islands. Other than the long beach, a few hotels and restaurants there isn't much in this area. Being in the middle though it is in a good location to go to either side of the island. Unfortunately the bus service on the island is unreliable at best, and oftentimes just doesn't show up.

This was supposed to be posted a couple of weeks ago but I'm in Texas and had to deal with the flu. It's what I get for hanging out with the disease carrying rodents my siblings call children. 

Saturday, December 28, 2013

I was on a boat

Yeah it was a few months ago and I'm only just now getting around to posting pictures. If you pay attention to this blog, I'm just not reliable when it comes to posting. 
Now lets focus on what's important - I was on a boat. This boat went around some islands, to a fort, to see some monkeys and dropped me and the princess off where we could have something to drink. If you're in Granada you probably should do it to. There are a lot of little islands, some with houses, some not.

I could go through a long description of Los Isletas de Granada to try and entice you to go, but I'm not. Instead I'm just going to post some pictures and try to post pictures of Ometepe in the next couple of days. 

Monday, December 16, 2013

People are stupid

I'm sitting in the airport in Costa Rica and across from me is some gringa wearing ugg boots. It may be cold wherever she's going but what fucking idiot carries them to a tropical country?
It's too early, I'm wondering what the consequences of slapping a stranger in the airport would be.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Well shit, it looks like I haven't posted recently

But what can you do - life gets in the way sometimes. I've been in Costa Rica enjoying living at the beach again, probably working too much, maybe at the beach too much. I know I've posted a few pics to instagram but haven't even taken the camera out to the beach. 
I suppose I could have used the time to upload pictures from Nicaragua......but I had other things to do. I mean - look at the pool from my balcony. I'm sure you would have made the same decision I did, but I didn't realize that it's been nearly a month.
So in the next day or two I'll post from Nicaragua where I left a month ago.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Being homeless makes banking hard

Even this picture is from several years after I left Texas
and was just home for a visit. It's really not that surprising
that it's hard to prove that it's my "home". 
 I left Texas when I was 18 or 19 - half my life ago. Despite that I've kept a Texas drivers license as I bounce around and occasionally update it to match my parents address. I'm sure they are thankful for the slow trickle of junk mail I send their way. To show my gratitude for recent actions on their part I should probably start signing up for more entertaining newsletters. Something extolling the virtues of Icelandic pop music and it's relation to creationism would be good (please email me any newsletters you know of that fit this criteria).

The utter lack of any form of permanent address is not normally an issue, not until I try to open an account with anything financial related. Utility bills, lease agreements - apparently these are the things you use to prove who you are? A passport, and a drivers license that doesn't match my banking address isn't enough? What's the point of the social security card I've kept a scan of for all these years? If a passport doesn't prove who I am, then why do they charge that ever increasing amount to have one and force me to show it so often? I think I'll need have a discussion with immigration when I next come to the states as to the futility of proving my identity with that little blue book and the stamps of authority mocking me for leaving pages still untouched. If a bank who handles only money won't take it as proof then how dare they accept it when so many lives are at stake. It almost makes me think that the entire TSA is nothing but theater.

Matters are also complicated by my lack of credit history. The only credit card I ever had was a Chevron gas card' in college that took years to pay off (I think it took years, at this point I can't even swear to it having ever been paid off) and burned me to to entire idea of credit cards. I think it's rather obvious I've never had a mortgage either. Why would I take a loan for a house I plan to leave in a couple of years anyway? That neighborhood/continent is bound to get boring soon enough. I'm not even sure how I opened a bank account, and am now fearful of it ever getting shut down. I have no idea how I'd even be able to open another one in the states, it might be time to open one in the Cayman islands as a backup.

I'm me, I'd almost swear to it. I'm also taking recommendations for banks in the Cayman islands and stock trading websites that don't ask too many questions.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Masaya and Mombacho Volcanoes

This is just a quick post to get some pictures out there - apparently people still want to see them posted. These are from a few weeks ago visiting 2 volcanoes near to Granada Nicaragua. I could tell you about them, but what can I say that the Book of Knowledge wouldn't tell you?

Volcan Masaya - where fire can still rain down on you.

Volcan Mombacho - The peaceful neighbor.

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Friday, November 1, 2013

Don't aim for the face

I told her not to aim for the face, but did she listen? Now I'm in a foreign land, blind since last weekend and at her mercy until later today when I get the glasses back. Though they will be lacking the photochromic lenses I've grown used to, I will be able to see again.

Please note that I am making up the part about my wife beating me, and I am not just saying this to ward off future beatings. It is entirely possible that I just dropped the glasses.