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-Roomie cajoled me into joining Facebook, so I have. I joined primarily to have an Internet space wherein he and I could interact online with silly quizzes and lists, and to seek out old friends from once upon a time. I doubt it'll contain much more than such scintillating quizzes as "The Top 5 People I Want to Punch in the Face" and "Top 5 Favorite Candies", but if anyone from the flist wants to friend me there, leave a message in my Inbox, and I'll give you my name.
-Thanks to Youtube, I've heard a few songs from Emigrate, Richard Kruspe's side project. Wow. I was not expecting him to sound like Billy Corgan on the high end and the bastard offspring of Billy Idol and Elvis Presley in the middle. It's oddly mesmerizing, and the music is filled with catchy hooks and crunchy rock riffs. The video for "New York" was hilarious, however. It was shot in art-school noir, with Richard brooding manfully at the camera through a haze of halogen lights and cigarette smoke. And he's wearing a leather jacket, naturally. Oh, and banging a nubile, hot chick who bears a suspicious resemblance to his ex-wife. Roomie thought she might be his ex-wife, since Kruspe moved to New York to be with her even after the marriage began to unravel, but I have my doubts. She did, after all, once paint a picture of him with a gunshot wound to the head, and has accused him of infidelity and psychological abuse. Hence, I'm betting their divorce wasn't amicable.
Cheesy video aside, I'm interested to hear the rest of it and plan to pick up a copy as soon as I find it. Assuming, of course, that it's not out of print. I saw it everywhere when I wasn't looking for it, but now that I'm looking, I'll never see it again. Odds are I'll have to order it from FYE/Sam Goody or scour used CD shops.
-Dear Numb3rs,
It's been a great run, but as of the season finale, I'm done. I'm tired of Charlie being made to feel badly for wanting to occasionally pursue mathematical interests outside the purview of the FBI. I know it was long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away,one peopled by writers who knew what they were doing, but Charlie was a math professor once upon a time. He actually taught classes and wrote papers and gave seminars. You know, like most good professors do. Having Team Fed get upset with him because he chose to do that job and not speak to the FBI for one whole day(that bastard!) is unbelievable. What's more, it makes Team Fed look like a platoon of incompetent douchenozzles who can't find their asses unless Charlie supplies them with a helpful diagram.
Charlie has a right to look after his own career. When last I checked, he was a consultant for the FBI, not a salaried agent. He pays his bills by being a teacher, and if he neglects those duties long enough, he won't be. Yes, the math on which he was working was ostensibly a personal project, but if it panned out, you bet the university would quickly glom off of it and use it to secure grants and endowments. Grants and endowments make universities happy, and happy universities often reward the grantee with raises. You could reasonably argue that Charlie's moving-box math was work-related. Therefore, Charlie was doing his job, not "screwing around" as an oh-so-grateful Don put it.
Fuck you, Don Eppes, you ungrateful shitbag. You wallow in your job despite the fact that hundreds, if not thousands, can perform it as well or better, so why isn't Charlie, whom the show has repeatedly touted as one of a kind, allowed to devote himself to his passion? Oh, right. It's just math, that stupid, irrelevant, time-wasting junk that solves your case for you week after week. Not a big, macho, meaningful job like yours. Sorry about that.
And Papa Eppes deserves a fist in the mouth for implying that what happened to Don was Charlie's fault. No, it wasn't. Don got stabbed because the bad guy stabbed him, and because neither Don nor Bettancourt were paying attention or following protocol. He should've cleared the scene before he turned his back on it. That was his lapse in judgment, not Charlie's. Charlie's prediction(which was correct, by the by) wasn't to blame for Don's poor decision-making. It was cruel and unfair to place that at Charlie's feet, especially when Charlie was already wearing his hair shirt of self-recrimination.
A round of fail for everyone. And good riddance.
-Thanks to Youtube, I've heard a few songs from Emigrate, Richard Kruspe's side project. Wow. I was not expecting him to sound like Billy Corgan on the high end and the bastard offspring of Billy Idol and Elvis Presley in the middle. It's oddly mesmerizing, and the music is filled with catchy hooks and crunchy rock riffs. The video for "New York" was hilarious, however. It was shot in art-school noir, with Richard brooding manfully at the camera through a haze of halogen lights and cigarette smoke. And he's wearing a leather jacket, naturally. Oh, and banging a nubile, hot chick who bears a suspicious resemblance to his ex-wife. Roomie thought she might be his ex-wife, since Kruspe moved to New York to be with her even after the marriage began to unravel, but I have my doubts. She did, after all, once paint a picture of him with a gunshot wound to the head, and has accused him of infidelity and psychological abuse. Hence, I'm betting their divorce wasn't amicable.
Cheesy video aside, I'm interested to hear the rest of it and plan to pick up a copy as soon as I find it. Assuming, of course, that it's not out of print. I saw it everywhere when I wasn't looking for it, but now that I'm looking, I'll never see it again. Odds are I'll have to order it from FYE/Sam Goody or scour used CD shops.
-Dear Numb3rs,
It's been a great run, but as of the season finale, I'm done. I'm tired of Charlie being made to feel badly for wanting to occasionally pursue mathematical interests outside the purview of the FBI. I know it was long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away,
Charlie has a right to look after his own career. When last I checked, he was a consultant for the FBI, not a salaried agent. He pays his bills by being a teacher, and if he neglects those duties long enough, he won't be. Yes, the math on which he was working was ostensibly a personal project, but if it panned out, you bet the university would quickly glom off of it and use it to secure grants and endowments. Grants and endowments make universities happy, and happy universities often reward the grantee with raises. You could reasonably argue that Charlie's moving-box math was work-related. Therefore, Charlie was doing his job, not "screwing around" as an oh-so-grateful Don put it.
Fuck you, Don Eppes, you ungrateful shitbag. You wallow in your job despite the fact that hundreds, if not thousands, can perform it as well or better, so why isn't Charlie, whom the show has repeatedly touted as one of a kind, allowed to devote himself to his passion? Oh, right. It's just math, that stupid, irrelevant, time-wasting junk that solves your case for you week after week. Not a big, macho, meaningful job like yours. Sorry about that.
And Papa Eppes deserves a fist in the mouth for implying that what happened to Don was Charlie's fault. No, it wasn't. Don got stabbed because the bad guy stabbed him, and because neither Don nor Bettancourt were paying attention or following protocol. He should've cleared the scene before he turned his back on it. That was his lapse in judgment, not Charlie's. Charlie's prediction(which was correct, by the by) wasn't to blame for Don's poor decision-making. It was cruel and unfair to place that at Charlie's feet, especially when Charlie was already wearing his hair shirt of self-recrimination.
A round of fail for everyone. And good riddance.