Archive for April, 2008

Students Proclaiming Awesome Message…Guy

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

It’s already a tragedy that Spamarama, Austin’s signature event—hell if I care about Austin City Limits Festival or SXSW—is being taken over by Hormel Foods. They’ll probably situate lawyers at the front gates instead of security guards. What’s worse, though, is that the Spamarama name is being invaded from the underground by Christian values. This fringe site indicates that Spamarama now stands for the impressively overstretched ‘Students Proclaiming Awesome Message about Repentance and Mercy Available.’

Amazing. 268 acronyms of that length to choose from, and they chose the one that coincides with the festival making original sin—very original sin—out of pseudomeat.

Will Code For Bacon

Saturday, April 26th, 2008

I encountered a man wearing this T-shirt at Eeyore’s Birthday Party today, of all places. It explains my position in life so well. I want one.

Will Code For Bacon

Coked Up

Thursday, April 24th, 2008

I admit it…I’m fat. Not in the ‘whiny high school MySpace post’-type fat. When I say fat, I mean the government says I’m fat. When the most gluttonous entity on Earth tells you you’re overweight, you have no choice but to submit to the fact. I teeter on the line between fat and obese.

It took the mockery of my grandparents for me to do something about it. I exercise three or so times a week. (Too bad exercise doesn’t actually cause weight loss.) More importantly, in typical programmer fashion, I debugged my diet by bar graphing my nutrition. I clearly was not overeating; 2,000 calories was the norm. I noticed ‘Carbohydrates’ was at absurd levels, 150% at minimum. Guh? I couldn’t remember eating sack of refined sugar for breakfast. Wait…

Curse you, Coca-Cola.

It’s pretty obvious when you have bar graphs to point it out visually. My typical lunch hour consists of three 20 oz. cups of soda. Maybe four if I take a bathroom break between hits. It’s become such a habit over the years that I don’t even notice the flavour. I sit, eat food, open my book, and readandchug—that’s the only word to describe what I do, because they’re seamlessly intertwined—until it’s time to head back to work. If one 12 oz. can contains roughly 40g of sugar, then three 20 oz. cups contains…sweet Jesus, I’m a monster.

In addition to further calorie restrictions this week, I’ve cut soda out of my life entirely. All my life I made fun of Diet Coke drinkers for guzzling their way to cancer. Now their choice seems reasonable, and I can’t use the cancer joke anymore. This afternoon I compromised with myself by picking up a Diet Dr. Pepper instead of the normal crap. All I needed was the caffeine. (I intentionally avoided Diet Coke because Coke is my soda of choice and I would mourn over the lousy flavour had I chosen it.)

I typically weighed 180–185 lb. Today is Day 4 of the diet, and I’m at 177 lb. With daily intake/output, there’s a large margin of error, but I haven’t crossed 180 lb. since Monday.

Even though I don’t intend to turn this into a dieting blog, I’ll hopefully succeed enough to record results here periodically.

The Birds and the Bees

Sunday, April 6th, 2008

I have had an amazing song stuck in my head the past month. Yes, it’s another upbeat, indie tune with clever instrumentation. But this time, it’s done with the soothing vocals of two English gentlemen. With beards! ‘The Birds and the Bees’ by Patrick and Eugene:

It was apparently used in a US VW Rabbit commercial, but I haven’t come across it. Instead, it came to my attention through one of YouTube’s amusing minute-or-less gag reels:

Pout-Pout: Miniature Golf & Austin

Sunday, April 6th, 2008

A friend commented to me that she was going miniature golfing at Peter Pan, which is Austin’s dumpiest, raddest, boozin’-after-9-est place to partake in the activity. I used to be a hardcore golfer as a kid, so I felt a little reminiscent. Mini golf is one of the most fun G-rated destinations available. So why have I not played in 10 years?

As I mentally flipped through every joint in Austin I’ve ever visited to play since 1991, I was immediately horrified. They’ve all shut down. Every. Single. One.

  • One of the last places I ever visited to mini golf was on the edge of town, McNeil Dr. Well, back when McNeil Dr. was the edge of town. It was classy and upscale, as North Austin commanded. Clearly not classy and upscale enough, though, because I can’t find even remains of the property in Google Maps.
  • Celebration Station was a behemoth of kiddie fun, like a multistory warehouse of arcade machines. It rivaled the size of its next-door neighbour, Sam’s Club. Any business that is about the same size as a freakin’ bulk purchasing chain means freakin’ business! Driving through I-35 near present-day Austin-Bergstrom International Airport, a beautiful golf course—waterfall present, naturally—was plainly visible. It felt like an oasis in Austin’s least pleasant part of town, the Motor Mile. At some point the property was bought out and leveled. This is what it looks like now. Neither hotel was there originally.
  • Although slightly less classy than the McNeil course, there was a Putt-Putt franchise off the 290-I35 intersection, lodged behind Highland Mall. It, too, had a waterfall (what’s with waterfalls as the sole status symbol of putt-putt courses?), plus intricate props and three 18-hole courses. It too was shut down, paved over, etc. etc. etc. I’m almost certain this is what has replaced the main shop, with office space filling out the course itself. Note that the Artarama sign in front is almost certainly Putt-Putt’s original highway sign. The head was a ball, the body was a tee.
  • Not every mini golf spot was bulldozed and converted into the antithesis of fun. The Putt-Putt course on Burnet Rd. is very much still there. Dirty, graffitied, and untouched for years, it is otherwise intact. Anyone for midnight mini golf?
  • There was also a golf course next to Bill Miller’s BBQ, which was also on Burnet. I may or may not have gottten a chance to play there before it went under. It dropped out early, so memories are hazy.

Five failed miniature golf courses in less than ten years! Only two were under the management of the Putt-Putt franchise, which has cut corners in recent years to stay afloat. But what of the other three? It’s an inexplicable phenomenon, and I’m sure Austin is not the only city feeling it. This leaves Kiddie Acres (by its name, the place would make me feel a little out of place just going there to golf) and Peter Pan as the only two Austin landmark mini golf courses. Both have always been rather run-down, which have only added to their charm.

Is such a dwindling art recoverable? I doubt it; any calls to action or recommendations I could make would be drowned out by those made by other people. If you feel strongly, pressure the people at Putt-Putt to return to Austin and let them know they would be much appreciated. In the meantime, make sure to spend your hard-earned dollars at Peter Pan Golf (beer to drink at said location: optional) to offset the killer property taxes they must be paying.

If you need me, I’ll be drinking malt liquor underneath the Artarama sign.

Lincoln Mark LT

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

Today in the parking lot I saw a self-contradiction on wheels. The Lincoln Mark LT, they call it. It’s a pickup truck for WASPs. It has all the features you expect from Lincoln automobiles: extravagant price ($38,000), ridiculous luxury size, and a big boxy form that’s been an icon since the 1970s.

Who spends almost $40,000 on a truck? If you do heavy lifting and hauling, you’re probably too grizzled to be concerned with heated leather seating and luxury brand identity. Even if you’re a softie driving in the cab, the luxury brand on the outside is a wasted investment. Whether you’re hauling your Steinway grand to your E. 92nd St. condo or 300 cinder blocks out of your backyard, you have to expect your truck to be beaten to a pulp.

My advice: well, dah-ling, you’d best take the proletariat’s advice for once and rent a U-Haul.

Kings of Power 4 Billion %

Tuesday, April 1st, 2008

Was yesterday too grumpy for you? Yup, now you know why I don’t write about myself. Good news, though—Paul Robertson has a new video out, Kings of Power Four Billion %. If his previous Pirate Baby Battle Street Fight 2006 was a masterpiece, then Kings of Power is no less than a twelve minute epic of seizure-inducing face melting. Square-Enix, I think you’ve found your art director and concept designer for Final Fantasy XIV. Seriously, guys, where is your New Ultimate Jesus?