Cheers & Jeers: Syracuse Int'l Airport Wi-Fi

My cheers for the Wi-Fi in the airport are for its mere existence. Being able to check my e-mail, blog, Twitter, IM, and Facebook are awesome. I got to read some recaps on Television Without Pity, even

My jeers for the Wi-Fi in the airport are for its firewall. It won't let me to VH1 to watch Tool Academy (even though it did let me on Best Week Ever's blog), it won't let me to Entertainment Weekly to read up (although it will let me on to E! Online, which...maybe they don't like EW up here), it won't let me on parts of Live Journal or Fan Fiction.net!

(Yeah, I read Fan Fiction. Shut up)

California Dreamin'? California Bloggin'!

So day one of the Spring break adventure has begun.

Kristyne & I are currently sitting in Syracuse Hancock International Airport (the "International" makes it seem huge, but it's tiny, and it's only international because it provides flights to Canada) waiting for our flight to JFK at 4:40. Don't ask me the flight number, I don't know it.

After making our way through security (my worries that my belly-button ring would set off the alarm were for nothing, I was absolutely fine going through. Although Kristyne had some issues with her cameras at the first TSA point), we ended up here at the terminal waiting as the first passengers in those uncomfortable blue seats looking out the window at this baby little plane of Continental's.

The plan is that nothing bad will happen here (although it looks like it will pour any minute now on one side of the terminal), and we'll end up in "Frisco" by 11:15 PM, as Hilary refers to it. We dropped her off at Ithaca Airport on the way here.

This morning was pretty good. Cleaned up the room, watched as the kids down the hall got their asses fined by the RAs (Kaitlyn & Matt). We were allowed to leave up my beloved window paintings until we move out, and we locked up and went to Dunkin' Donuts for some flatbreads/bagels and coffee/hot chocolate (somewhere in Wilmington, Delaware, John Palombo is crying at his lack of Dunk's coffee).

So now we are here. If I have time, I'll make an entry from JFK. The chances of that are slim, because as I remember, we only have about an hour for layover.

And the first priority at JFK is to find a Chick-Fil-A, stat.

Oh, to add? The Wi-Fi here at Syracuse has firewalls. I tried to look up the Facebook of Genesis off of College Humor (would link it, but it wouldn't work, because of this sentence), and it said it was objectionable content. Kind of a bummer. Apparently,t his internet is family-friendly.

So lonely travelers? No porn here.

I Watched the Watchmen

I proudly admit that I'm a geek.

I've seen all of the Star Wars movies (including the shitty new ones). I went to a math and science high schools. I love action movies. I think math jokes are funny. I like deep movies. I go see movies at midnight because I can.

That said, I have not seen Lord of the Rings. I have not read any of the Harry Potter books. I have not seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show more than 200 times (although I have seen it far more times than it deserves). And I did not read Watchmen.

I did go see the movie, and I thought it was a visually beautiful action movie. Nothing more, nothing less. There were parts that I didn't understand (towards the end, the whole "on Mars" bit was ridiculous), but I thought it was awesome. The sex scene was a little gratuitious.

I probably wouldn't have minded if Patrick Wilson had looked like this rather than this. Nice ass, for sure. But the hair wasn't doing it for me in this movie.

I actually liked Watchmen.

Endless Love: Cullen vs. Alpert

So as I was watching Lost tonight, I had a thought. A lot of girls I know have become obsessed with one Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson). They like his protectiveness of Bella, his greasy bedhead, his eyes, the stubble, etc. In real life, they like Robert Pattinson's British accent.

Now I agree, the immortality thing is kind of hot. He's lived, he has wisdom and experience, and he has something of a baby face. But when I think of sexy immortals, I'm not usually thinking of this greasy mug. My first thought usually is David Boreanaz on Angel (my fellow Parkie!). And then I think of a very sexy immortal, also of questionable morals and age: Richard Alpert.

So he guy-lines. Whatever. I have a thing for tall dark and handsome. And the fact that he knows how to properly use make-up isn't completely off-base or a turn off. Richard Alpert has a few advantages over Edward Cullen. He's not a vampire, which would not work for some girls. But Alpert lives on a beautiful island, which his girlfriend would presumably visit. He seems to be indestructible, so that's good. He's physically attractive. And if it doesn't work out, he's surrounded by good looking men that are willing to date outside their pool (because really, Sawyer can only get with Kate so many times, and Juliet seems to accept her role as second fiddle).

Advantage? Dharma's own. Sorry, Eddie.

I'm Not A Techie

I've been trying to upload a video since 12:30 PM this afternoon, and it doesn't seem to be happening. So here's to hoping it loads sometime before 11:30 AM on Saturday morning when I'll be packing myself up.

In case it does load, it's a pretty damn funny video of Kristyne that I made.

I Want a Super Sexy Slo-Mo

I'm a huge fan of Conan O' Brien, so really, seeing him leave Late Night was a big thing for me (even though he'll be back on the Tonight Show in June). Jimmy Fallon is not my ideal late night host, but I'll give this to him: The Super Sexy Slo-Mo and the "Slow Jam The News" bits were pretty good.

The one-word answer questions were funny for Robert DeNiro, especially after watching him make fun of DeNiro on SNL without knowing that he would show up.

So here's to a good start to the show.

Love the house band, by the way. Not Max Weinberg, but still, the Roots are awesome.

You must live up to this:

Evening the Score

Today's News I viewing of Wall-E got me to thinking about a few things. First of all, I couldn't believe that we convinced our professor to watch the whole movie based on the importance of tone of voice. Your tuition at work, parents!

Second (and more significantly), I think that Wall-E really got robbed for best score. Hear me out.

This is nothing against Slumdog Millionaire and A.R. Rahman. The movie and the score were divine, and regular readers/skimmers of this blog already know that I gave it much praise and respect. The score is brilliant to that movie, and really enhances the story and enriches the cultural viewing portion of it.

But without the score, Wall-E would fall flat. The story (which should have been nominated for Best Picture overall, not just Best Animated Picture) has virtually no dialogue, and the first verbal interaction is almost 40 minutes into the movie. Would it really be the same without music? I think not.

So here's to the Oscars re-evaluating what a score means to a movie. Slumdog Millionaire was brilliant and deserves all of its awards. Except for this one, in which Thomas Newman and Peter Gabriel got robbed. Come on, how can you resist those little robotic eyes?

I Need To Stop Doing This

I have a confession to make: I tend to rock out at my desk with my headphones in, completely oblivious from the whole world around me.

So I didn't hear the knock at the door, and I didn't even notice that Monica was looking at me. She wanted to know if I wanted to go to dinner, but I was just shaking my ass for all it's worth in my broken desk chair.

This needs to end. It's at least the 3rd time people have seen me doing this, and it's kind of embarrassing.

Slaughter Beach: The Movie?

I happened to stumble upon the Horror Movie's FAQ (no, legit, it came up from the StumbleUpon button on my toolbar). And it got me to thinking: what ever happened to that horror movie we joked about making in high school? We had the perfect plot and the perfect location!

Delaware, in case you didn't know, has some pretty awesome beaches, especially if you're gay. One of them happens to be named Slaughter Beach, after postmaster William Slaughter. Now, it's all well and good that it's named for the postmaster. But doesn't this just sound like a really terrible horror movie waiting to be made?

(Seriously, Dan Heffner, get on this!)

The idea was to have it after prom, and have the usual assortment of dumb teenagers and sluts on the beach celebrating their senior year or whatever, and have them all just brutally die on Slaughter Beach, because of some sort of legend of murder there. Rob was going to film it, and it just kind of never happened.

I'm just putting the idea out there. If someone uses it, I would like credit.

We Belong Together Like Traffic and Weather

I don't think I've mentioned this on the blog, but me and my travel buddy Kristyne are heading to California for Spring Break. We're crashing with my Aunt and Uncle, and really, it's been a countdown to this Saturday afternoon when we leave.

The plan is to leave from Syracuse Hancock International Airport and fly to John F. Kennedy International Airport in NYC, which is supposedly a zoo. Then from JFK, we're flying direct to San Francisco International Airport. On the way home we get split, and she flys the same route backwards as I take a detour through Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International and get to Syracuse an hour after Kristyne gets back.

(Enough links for you?)

Here's the issue. According to various reports, the Northeast is supposed to get a killer snowstorm this weekend. According to the weather forecast above for Syracuse, it doesn't seem like it's going to hit up there. But every other day up there before this? Snow. I'm worried. I would be bummed if we missed CA, and if Kristyne misses another flight due to snow, heads will roll.

So just say a quick prayer that it doesn't snow for anyone traveling for Spring Break, whether on train, plane, or automobile.