
Let me just say once more that Battlestar Galactica is the best show on TV. The writing is phenomenal and the cast is excellent. Many more episodes like last night’s and it may surpass Millennium as my all-time favorite TV show.

Let me just say once more that Battlestar Galactica is the best show on TV. The writing is phenomenal and the cast is excellent. Many more episodes like last night’s and it may surpass Millennium as my all-time favorite TV show.
to using VCRs. I don’t watch a ton of television. Not because it’s somehow beneath me (people who claim that TV is beneath them are generally the same ones who claim that they spend all their leisure time reading biographies of world leaders, but who are usually found drinking $8 coffee at Starbucks while debating the color of their next BMW), but because I can’t find anything I like, now that The Deadliest Catch is over. Battlestar Galactica is back on now, thereby cementing my belief that the Sci-Fi Channel is about the only channel on the dial that I can count on for something interesting. Other than that, I have to scan the listings for the few movies and shows that interest me.
All of that makes the ability to record shows that come on at odd hours very important to me. Like a few other idiots, I bought (several of) the HDTV Tivos that will soon be (a) obsolete and (b) filled with ads. TIVO is dying on the vine. The problem is that there are no good alternatives.
In theory, I’d like to try a Media Center PC. But that’s not going to work because Microsoft is going to cripple it with restrictions demanded by Holywood in the name of so-called digital rights management. Who exactly is this digital rights management intended to manage?
In my 44 years, I have spent thousands and thousands of dollars on records, tapes and CDs, beginning at age eight with this record through today when I received this CD from Amazon. I do not pirate music. But I have never bought and will never buy a song that has DRM protection. If I wanted to steal songs, I could figure out how to do it. Having someone else try to micro-manage what I can and can’t do with music I have bought is simply unacceptable.
Now comes Hollywood. I do not know of a single instance where anyone I know has ever pirated a second of video. Not one second. But Hollywood, taking a page from the priority-challenged RIAA, thinks we’re all waiting around to spend hours and hours to save $15 by pirating a DVD. The industry’s answer of course is to add a ton of restrictions to the videos we buy. Well, that and making sure that HDTV never comes to Media Center PCs in any usable fashion.
In sum, all of this is actually making everbody’s whipping boy, cable TV, sadly appealing again. In the big race to keep some kid in Belgium from making a copy of a $15 DVD everybody (consumers, manufacturers, even the movie industry itself, loses). Everybody except the kid in Belgium who will crack any restrictions in the time it takes the rest of us to extract our DVD from all of the anti-theft wrapping.
I have two very different movie recommendations.
I have always loved horror movies. I remember being scared for weeks after watching The Fly with my mom and sister. Since then, I’ve seen more horror movies that almost anyone I know.
Until recently, the last movie to really scare me was The Ring. I’m not sure I can explain why, but that movie really gave me the creeps. I watched it in a hotel room when I was in Dallas speaking at a real estate seminar. The images stayed with me for days.
Well, last night I happened across a movie called Boogyman. I almost didn’t watch it because it got trashed by a lot of people at IMDB, generally a good reference for possible movies to watch. But there was nothing else on, so I gave it a try. And it was very creepy. In fact it has a similar mood and feel as the prior movie. More than once I actually jumped out of my seat. Granted, the ending was a little unsatisfactory (not uncommon in the genre), but the first 80 minutes is very, very scary. I actually thought I had figured it out (when the main guy and Kate were driving back to the hotel) and had my suspicion been correct (that he was the boogyman, but didn’t know it), it might have been an even better movie. But it’s still a good one if you like scary movies.
Tonight, I am watching a new John Wayne movie. That’s right, after thinking for years that I have seen every John Wayne movie ever made, AMC is showing two restored movies that haven’t been shown on TV for decades. Tonight it’s Island in the Sky. Sort of a Flight of the Phoenix (the original Jimmy Stewart one, not the horrible remake) thing, but in the ice and snow as opposed to the desert.
Even better, another long unavailable but recently restored John Wayne film, The High and the Mighty, will be shown tomorrow.
Good things on TV at a point when the pickings are pretty slim.

I’ve been in the (slow) process of scanning old photographs and adding them to our more recent digital ones. Otherwise the prints will be rarely seen and eventually lost. As part of this process, I came across some of my deceased parents’ old scrapbooks.
In order to preserve the layout and intent of the scrapbooks, I scanned them a page at a time, except for my dad’s World War II scrapbook which was too big to fit on my scanner. So I scanned that one a half page at a time and then created individual jpegs of each photo and the corresponding description (where there was one). This took approximately forever, so I decided I should go the extra step and make a short video out of the results.
As I worked on this project I again came to realize how hard it is for someone of my generation to appreciate how heroic these guys were. They were farm boys and college kids who left the easiest time of their lives (college) to go to the most difficult (flying fighter planes off of the U.S.S. Intrepid). A lot of these photos look like movie stills, but they are the real thing, taken directly from the scrapbook.
As I have mentioned previously, dad was a highly decorated fighter pilot, receiving 2 air medals and the Distinguished Flying Cross. Not bad for a country boy in his early twenties.
Castpost is a new service that hosts audio and video files for use with blogs and other web sites. It is in alpha testing now, and is free during testing. Better yet, alpha testers get a free one year subscription once the site goes live. Run, don’t walk, over there and sign up for a free (for now) account.
I just signed up tonight and am beginning to put the site through its paces. I uploaded some very old video I renamed 3 Short Films from the Vault. It’s comprised of two test films I made when preparing to make Bride of Gibster, my first more or less full length film, and the beginning of another film that never got made. The first test film is some animation I was practicing in preparation for a scene in Bride. The animation in the later film was much more detailed and included dialog (I’ll try to post that scene later). It’s amazing (at least to me) what we got done back in 1991, without the use of a computer. The second test film is a bunch of random photos I shot to learn how to film still photos. I was shooting these photos on a TV Tray with the JVC video camera on a tripod pointing straight down. I used this exercise to figure out the lighting, timing and distances. You can easily do something much better and more complex in minutes using Photo Story or any of a hundred other programs today on a computer, but it was a lot harder in 1991. A lot harder.
The last film runs about a minute, but it is my favorite, only because it features my mom and you can hear my sister laughing in the background while I filmed her. My initial plan was to film mom sleeping for an hour or so and then superimpose some silly photos and music that would approximate imaginary dreams she was having, but she woke up. When she figured out that we were trying to film her, she was very careful not to sleep in plain sight anymore.
Here’s that old video from the early 90s, served by Castpost.

The City of Bellaire held its annual Fourth of July parade today, which was a slice of small town fun for kids and parents alike. After the parade, we walked over to the nearby festival, where Cassidy once again climbed a high wall. The wall was much higher than it looks in the photo and Cassidy climbed it in about 90 seconds in flip-flops.

Cassidy and Rachael decided this morning that they needed to start a business and make some money. They talked about a few business plans, including a fly-catching business (which would have integrated with their other operations very well, since Cassidy caught a spider this morning and needs to feed it) and selling cookies.
They decided on a lemonade stand. Then they made some lemonade, set the price (50 cents), made a sign, hired Delaney to help (in exchange for free lemonade) and set up shop. They have already expanded into rock sales ($1 each).

Here’s a musical version of what happened today. Set to the tune of Leon Russell’s most excellent Shootout on the Plantation.
The Cast
Punkin……Cassidy (her lifelong nickname)
Bub Head….Raina (also a nickname)
Dodo……..Me (this is what the kids call me)
The Bears…Cassidy, Delaney & Raina
Lucky Dog…Lucky Dog
***
Punkin and the Bub Head are fighting
About a day camp in the neighborhood
The Punkin never learned how to do what she’s told
And Bub Head wishes she would
Dodo said the Bears are for lovin’ not fighting
But that didn’t clear the air
‘Cause Punkin’s still acting
Like she lives in the jungle
While Bub pulls out her hair
The Punkin got the ‘tude
The Bub Head got the treats
Dodo’s an easy mark
So they both run to me
It’s a shootout on the plantation
It’s so hard to understand
Why are some people so hard headed
Neither one’s the villain
The last one to bed
Is the first to call
And using mean talk
Gets you nowhere at all
It’s a shootout on the plantation
Heaven help Lucky Dog
And the threat of no sleepovers
Enough to cause her blood to freeze
But the Punkin’s still growling
Like some feral beast
And doing just what she pleases
Bellaire’s lonesome daddies are tuned into
Their TV shows
Trying to find a safe place to hide
Before the volcano blows

12 years ago today, I married a sweet, beautiful, wonderful woman. She has done a great job of putting up with me.
I am lucky to have Raina, and though I don’t tell her that enough, I know it.
We got married in Fort Worth on June 26th, 1993. My old and dear friend Carter Via married us, with (mandated, by whom I’m still not sure) help from Barry Bailey, then the minister at the church where the wedding took place. Barry later ran into a bit of trouble.
The rehersal dinner was held the night before at Billy Bob’s.
Cassidy is now a published artist! One of her drawings appears in a new children’s book called Just Me. It is a really neat parenting book written from a child’s perspective. I have read almost all of it and it is both touching and informative. It’s not written by a child- it’s written by a wife and mom from Houston. It is very well written and highly recommended, for both the words and the art!
Here are pictures of the cover of the book and Cassidy’s drawing that appears on page 62.

