He Looks Good in a Dress, But Does He Saugatuck?

Hobbies

We ventured past our westerly borders (actually, south, but that’s another story) to Saugatuck, MI to the very popular campsite Campit! I was expecting an exclamation point on all their literature but was disappointed there.

I wasn’t disappointed with the campsite itself, however. It was a great facility with clean bright modern washrooms and twisty, explorable lane ways. The sites were nearly on top of each other and could probably benefit from removing one site and distributing it evenly through the row, but what they lost in space, they made up in personality. We found the people (staff, seasonals and weekenders) at Campit were exceptionally welcoming, but that could just be because we were fresh meat. Of course one night we were kept awake at 3am with a neighbourly twink demanding that someone pee on him and, SharkBoy swears, someone else was outside the back of our tent whispering “ssssuck meeeee”. Stuff like this puts a lot of things in perspective with regards to camping on busy weekends.

The drive to Campit was a fast 6 hours direct drive, right across 401, 402, 69, 96, 6 then 196 to Ganges. Easy peasy! We decided to cut the trip in half and left Friday night to crash in Sarnia (the least crowded border crossing in Southern Ontario, I’m sure) and made it there before 10am on Saturday.

We met up with Evil Panda, Grizz and Big Red THOR. THOR is a big guy with a big personality, who could switch from porn/cop voice to Cupie doll voice within seconds. I could see how he was taken in so quickly by the boys. He’s a gregarious man who was very welcoming. I bonded quickly when he gave us foot massages in the pool with his big meaty paws. Owch! but a good owch. He makes a head-spinning Margarita and a mean dish of Okra.

Outside the park, there was an over abundance of tchochkas shopping in and around Saugatuck. The village itself is much like any nondescript Rhode Island sea side town, packed with beautiful cottages and quaint shops but without the ocean. Saugatuck sits inland on a busy waterway off of Lake Michigan. Quaint is an understatement. But outside the village, “fashion” and “trend” falls off dramatically and you’ll overhear conversations regarding crop rotations, Chuch and snake taming. No lie. While eating our cornmeal hash (yark!) we were treated to an extensive HowTo about removal of snakes from one’s property. I kept my shoes inside the tent from that moment on. And, when ordering dinner, remember to say “Freedom” fries with a straight face. Oh and don’t eat at Big Boy’s no matter how much of a bear you are. GROSS!

Will I go back? Unfortunately probably not this year. Yes definitely next year, on a personally manufactured long weekend. It’s worth the trip.

Pictures to come…

Relentless, By Robin Parrish

Celebs and Media, Distractions

MiniBook ExpoPublisher: Bethany House (July 1, 2006)
ISBN-10: 0764202219
ISBN-13: 978-0764202216

Finally… I’ve finished my first book from Lex. I have to admit that it took me a while to get through Relentless. Not because it was bad, but because I was distracted. Relentless arrived within the same week as myWii and iPhone. On my way to a gaming marathon or looking for the latest hack, I would pass the damn book and offer it guilty glances. I could imagine my dustyPSP nuzzling the book on it’s binding in a comforting way, offering solace with a “You too, buddy?” I’m sorry I left it so long. It was a good read!

Relentless, By Robin ParrishRelentless (the first book of Robin’s Dominion series) opens with boring, chunky Colin, getting off a bus in LA (so pathetic he takes the bus in LA!) and discovering that he is no longer Colin. For some reason, he has switched bodies with a muscular, handsome Grant Burrows, all within the first paragraph of the book. The first 100 pages of Relentless is like getting into a car with a friend drunkenly shifting gears down a darkened highway: you’re off on a fast ride that may or may not be to your liking. Colin/Grant is thrust into dealing with his new identity, his new abilities and his new friends, some of which want to kill him without question. In terms of the whole “new start on life” theme, it is a bit self indulgent, but who wouldn’t want to throw off their current husk for something stronger, faster and sexier? Robin’s writing satisfactorily lets us learn who Colin was, as we go with him discovering who Grant is and who he is to going to be.

The book pulls large from a lot of pop culture cornerstones to keep the story going. I found myself comparing it to themes found in Star Wars (parental issues, mystical powers), Invasion of the Body Snatchers (body switching, paranoia) and even Buckaroo Banzai (shadowy corporations hiding shadowy intent – plus the book was originally printed as a serial). But mostly it takes from The Matrix, due to the religious overtones within that movie. Robin’s 9 to 5 job is a “Catholic Culture” journalist so to compare his book with a movie of similar religious overtones is a no-brainer, but they have so much in common. Much like Neo in The Matrix, Grant has to deal with the “changed world” around him, reluctantly accepting the followers who have been awaiting his arrival for some time, sudden villains with extraordinary powers and his own budding “powers” that stem from the mysterious ring on his finger borne of evil technology. There’s even a shriveled Oracle dispensing vague prophecies towards Grant and the coming challenge he will have to endure. Since Relentless has core plot points accentuated with quotes from the Holy Bible and I’m not that up on Christian (pop?) culture, I am sure I’ve missed other less obvious comparisons. Robin runs a ‘progressive’ Catholic site/blog replete with comic offshoots from his Dominion series and after seeing one of these stories in graphic novel form, I have to admit that Relentless reads a lot better as a comic than a novel. The action is more suited to paneled, visual narration.

Relentless is written in a more looser, somewhat melodramatic style, all the while watching it’s language: the strongest curse word in all of it’s pages is “damn” and the “romantic” moments are brief, somewhat Harlequin-Romance-ish and happen faster than most of the action. There are a couple “roughly he grabbed her heaving shoulders and drew her in” instances that wind up with no kiss. I could compare that with Jesus’ relationship with Mary Magdalene, but that would just be pushing it. It’s an Action Thriller (according to the jacket), so this kind of writing is forgivable.

However… Most of his characters behave robotically and a few are curious 2 dimensional cut outs from various comic books. His Payton character, the hired assassin groomed to take down Grant, could have been Bullseye from the Daredevil comics/movies, right down to the accent. I did question a couple character motivations (it’s not made clear why Payton suddenly gives up his superhuman training of destroying Grant) and some gaping holes in plot points (if a lab assistant can find out that Grant owns a whole apartment complex in a ritzy part of LA within an afternoon, why couldn’t all the people who wanted Grant eliminated do so as well?), but Robin sets up the plot points with such urgency, I didn’t hang on these errors too long.

Get past that, and focus on the action and you’ll have a great ride. But I’m going to either wait for Mel Gibson to pick up the movie option, or happily continue to read it in graphic novel form.

Canadians Do Things Differently

Personal Bits

Yay! My home town is in the news, yet again, for hosting, and ousting a bunch of loony, backwater skygod ranting weirdos. Grenville Christian College is closing it’s doors. With their minds! SLAM!

Okay not with their minds, I just wanted to put that Carrie image in there.

While I was a student at Brockville Collegiate Institute, we heard mumblings of the abuse that went on there. This is third party rumour, but one time, we heard that a girl fell down some stairs there, broke her leg, and before the teachers called an ambulance, they prayed over her! I love the other accusations left “on an internet site about cults” Hmmm… must search Facebook when I get home.

Joan! Cas! We were right! It WAS a school for mindless zombies!

UPDATE:

The board wasnt hard to find. At least I think this was the board they mention in the article. Take note of the “Gay at GCC” thread. Creepy!

Background iNoise

iPhone

Noise: In science, and especially in physics and telecommunication, noise is fluctuations in and the addition of external factors to the stream of target information (signal) being received at a detector. In communications, it may be deliberate as for instance jamming of a radio or TV signal, but in most cases it is assumed to be merely undesired interference with intended operations.
— Wikipidea.

The web is on fire today!

Everyone who has a slight interest in iPhone hacking is at their keyboards tossing their two cents into the background noise. Me included too also as well!

Three major players have come forward in the last few days to announce that they’ve hacked the phone. The best part is that their stories all have unique qualities that personify the web as it is today:

GeoHot: A fine example that brain power will out. This 17 year old kid who, with the help of an online community, rewired his iPhone (in a gut-wrenching display of faith in his own hands) to accept any SIM card into his phone, releasing it from the AT&T contract. And he released his hack to the Interweb for free. He’s enjoying his 15 minutes of fame by getting a slot on CNN and has had his account to be reset on eBay when he attempted to sell his second hacked phone because he needed some money to get ready to go to college. In the end, someone traded the hacked phone for a Nissan Z350. I swear, my parents needed to get me a science kit when I was a kid…

iPhoneSimfree.com: The white knight everyone is waiting for. Or so they say. They’ve sent detailed proof to Engadget.com (a reputable tech blog) of an easy, non-destructive software hack that doesn’t involve opening the phone and sounds like plebians like myself could do it. They’ve convinced Engadget that their hack is the holy grail that we’re all searching for. They are curiously silent today and expected to release some sort of news as to how/when they will offer this software.

iphoneunlocking.com: Considered them the Dirty Spammers of the whole iPhone spectacle. They announced that if you supplied a ID number for your iPhone, needed to be tailored to your personal hack, you would receive a discount on the final software package. They’ve missed their self imposed release date and give a bizarre explanation on their blog about late night cease-and-desist phone call from an AT&T lawyer. But claim they didn’t get his number. Cell phone tech guy didn’t get a number for an incoming call? Curious. Many on Hackintosh speculate that they’re waiting for the iPhoneSimFree solution, reverse engineer it for themselves and sell it off. Their blog has certainly been reverse engineering itself over the last 24 hours. Dubious entries have been showing up in non-chronological order and in different fonts, to suggest cut-n-paste from a myriad of emails/sites. Remember kids, if it’s too good to be true, it’s a Nairobi bank scam.

UPDATE: I may have to eat my words about iPhoneUnlocking.com, but there are technical questions raised by this video. Why the poor quality? Why is he alone filming this? etc etc… time will tell. But it does give me a glimmer of hope!

Me? What am I doing while history is being made?

4 people have emailed me each of the above scenarios in the last 24 hours. Bless you, daryl, Scott, Michael and Lenita.

I have major news sites, the above mentioned players and a few other places RSS’d so that as soon as someone peeps, poops or burps iPhone information, I know about it.

I have not felt this kind of devotion to a product in a long time.

And I love it when this kind of stuff happens across the web. I squirm on my hands reading the forums and blogs as they each try to out-info each other while nothing comes down the wire. It’s like living a paragraph from a William Gibson novel.

Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy

Celebs and Media, Distractions, Hobbies, Robots, Tech, Toronto

What a day! I love this convention when it comes to town. It’s like straight-boy Halloween. I love seeing the fan built costumes lovingly recreated just for this day (I talked to an orange and white Clone Trooper who’s outfit was so detailed, it could have been used in any of the first three Star Wars movies. Okay, he was 6″ shorter than me, but hey…).

Fluffy heads
Alarming amount of Furries, fluffies and other sexual deviants. From iPhone to Flickr pics here

Hell I love the ones that just make you say “Uh. Ok. WTF?” Like the Brazilian-waxed girl dressed as Ivy (Batman villain) who really should have been called Cottage Cheese Thighs Girl. Or the poor kid in line ahead of us, wearing…I have no fucking clue… that would manouver himself towards anyone who had a decent camera. In the future, we shall all have 15 frames of fame.

Swag got: My Halloween costume (no hints, SharkBoy!), a gay GI Joe t-shirt, a cool Rock Em Sock Em Robots shirt and this delicious video below:

The Hirjas Cult of India

Distractions

I just found this article/photo set on woophy.com this morning and I find it very interesting. Sitting at the bottom of the social Caste system, they provide blessings and curses (and a good time) to all who want them, for a price. All the while they mix up gender roles and conventions in their street performances. They have their own hierarchy of leader, teacher then student.

Much like our drag queens. But without the voodoo. Sort of.

Click on one of the article images and you’ll see the whole photo set.

(I know… get back to work.)

Crappagetown

Toronto

I’m getting really disillusioned with Cabbagetown.

You’ve might have read that we nearly had our bikes stolen again the other night. In the process of getting the broken lock off the bike, the assistant to the landlord admonished us for tempting the thieves in the area by leaving our bikes out in plain view. On private property. Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I wasn’t suppose to taunt the crack heads with my existence. I know the difference between “keeping your home secure” and “not letting the terror of crime ruin your life” but come on. The bikes are a full story off the ground on a fire escape – they’re hardly “accessible” and extremely visible to all neighbours and passers by.

I use to marvel at the deep integration of cultures and varying levels of income contained within Cabbagetown. It seemed to me to be a community that worked. Now I feel like I need a shower after visiting my local grocery store. I worry about every noise I hear outside my window after midnight. I steal glances out the back door into the alleyway where I take my laundry, where a few months ago, the police informed us that someone was kidnapped and pistol whipped. And of course, we’re finishing up another summer of the screechy homeless lady who is so angry with me for calling the cops on her nearly nightly, I’m beginning to wonder if she’s going to “do” something in our doorway with those matches she uses for her crack intake.

It seems that I’m getting alienated from my community by my fears. Obviously I’m frustrated.

Time for another ’round of letters. Maybe I’ll CC in City TV and other various news media. See if they can rattle Pam’s cage and get her ass in gear.