Metal Heart from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.
But that's it.
Honestly, if we wanted to see someone dealing damage and practicing escape & evade with a completely wooden face, we could just make another Bourne movie. Where's the snark? Where's the moments of trademark humor to lighten the fare? Where's Q? Where, in fact, is anything resembling a plot?
Not here.
Sigh.
And not even a trailer for Watchmen. We had to sit through the fucking awful shilling for both The Day the Earth Stood Still (WHY, GOD?!) and the Tom Cruise vehicle Valkyrie. To say I could care less about either would be a lie. Ah well, the new Star Trek trailer was good ;)
I hate Microsoft as much as most IT people, I'd guess. More than many. But even I think that this (specifically the final paragraph) just makes you look like a febrile eleven-year-old rather than an organization whose software I'd like to trust my business' processes to.
It's November 5, and Barack Hussein Obama was just elected the 44th President of the United States of America.
I made my way from Greenwich Village uptown to home in Inwood, and passed many crowds. There was shouting and whooping, there was drinking, and there was some necking going on too. I saw white people in Harlem celebrating and people of all colors everywhere in Manhattan generally having a good time.
In Kenya, there's a woman who can say that her grandson was just elected the President of the United States.
Today is a good day.
I planned poorly. I waited until around 9:30 am, figuring to miss the 'pre-work' crowd, only to realize as I reached my polling place that my neighborhood is still heavily populated by retirees. All of whom seemed to have shown up just before me. To make matters worse, each machinewas allocated to a subdistrict, and my subdistrict was my co-op complex (as far as I could tell) - which has an even higher percentage of stay-at-home folks than the neighborhood.
Still, had some good conversations on line. Asked the Democratic Inspector on duty how old the polling machines were, and he said 'well, they were in use when I first voted, and I'm sixty-four, so you figure it out!' I remarked that they were in use for my first election, too, and gave me a comfortable feeling.