ne(one)piphany

A big advantage of Sugs’s visits is his “deep rub neck repair therapy” sessions.

Every Friday at work we have a meeting which mostly consists of a few salient announcements and then the imbibing of alcohol and (sometimes) outdoor frolicking. Today the activity of choice was Ultimate Frisbee, a game which I’ve never really played but which has always looked like fun. I made a diving catch in the endzone, which ended in my doing a forward flip in the grass and banging my head on the ground on the rebound (I held onto the disc though!). It wasn’t until much later in the day that I realized I’d messed up my neck a bit.

Enter the magic hands. I don’t know what he does, but it hurts like hell and it’s pretty darn effective. He’s better at straightening out a knot than most of the professionals I’ve tried, and also at imparting such searing agony that one tends to start uncontrollably drooling onto whichever unlucky surface one is resting on.

As I type this, I’m very, very relaxed. Also unable to move. Magic hands.

I have proof! I bowled a totally improbable 185 today!! Since I never expect to approach this pinnacle again, I present my line score below for posterity.

Yes, I fouled in the seventh frame. Apparently, “for insurance reasons,” Sunset Bowl has now dictated that foul lights must be active at all times. I guess I’ve never played a game before where there was an actual penalty for fouling (specifically, it resets the second half of the frame as if no pins went down), so I’ve been blissfully unaware of my poor form. More notable was the guy in the lane next to us, who had a clear ball with a Budweiser bottle floating in it.

Simone is a fairly silly movie with some nice moments scattered throughout. The technology portrayed in the film is laughable, although the central concept, that of a completely computer generated film actor, seems at least somewhat plausible for the near future.

Incidentally, a lot of the actual sequences featuring “Simone” seemed pretty obviously computer-rendered, so we were wondering if the face at least was some kind of composite ideal (which would be kind of neat, considering the content). This line of thought was encouraged by the cast credit (“Simone as herself”). Alas, it’s an actual, individual actress (don’t click here if you don’t want to spoil her identity).

Still, it was more entertaining than not. I’d give it a 6 out of 10.

Most memorable silly technology line I’ve encountered in a recent movie was in Lynn Hershman-Leeson’s Teknolust, where the script dodges the explanation for how something is possible by presenting the following exchange:

…after which point the film continues as if it’s so obvious that no other explanation is needed!

(don’t shoot me if the wording isn’t exact, it’s been two months!)