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Acupuncture cat. Really.

Acupuncture cat. Really.
Originally uploaded by davidjschloss

OHHHHHH Yeah, it's on.

OHHHHHH Yeah, it's on., originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

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Announcing my new blog

One blog's not enough for a guy as scatterbrained as I am. Announcing

http://www.frequentflyergourmet.com/

Munch

Munch, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

Hong Kong Fooey, Number One Super Wife

Hong Kong Fooey, Number One Super Wife, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

Down the plot hole

We were all watching Princess Bride a few weeks ago at our movie nightathon, and I noticed a rather glaring plot hole/continutity error I'd never seen before.

Check it— Inigo is looking for the six fingered man, we know this because he tells Wesley/Dread Pirate Roberts during their sword fight. They are the only two people present for that conversation. (Surely he's said it to people before, but they're the only two around this time.)

During the fight, Wesley knocks Inigo out and leaves, where he rescues Buttercup and then is later captured by the Prince, at which time he sees the six-fingered man, who is the Prince's aide-de-camp.

The Prince immediately sends Wesley to the pit of despair, where he is held, captive, tied down. Then the Prince orders the brute squad to clear the village of ruffians for the wedding.

We find Inigo drunk at his house "back to where it all started" when Fezzik shows up and sobers him up. The narrator says that Fezzik tells Inigo that he's seen the six fingered man.

What? How? When?

Fezzik's had no contact with Wesley, he's been either with Buttercup or in a pit alone since we saw him last. Inigo, we assume, has gone back to his village and gotten drunk. Fezzik we don't know about (perhaps something was cut here?) but we don't see him again until he's working for the brute squad.

The narration is wrong, based on what we know has happened. Fezzik couldn't have told him about the six fingered man because the Prince's entourage found the spot where Fezzik WAS, but Fezzik wasn't there.

(Confirmed in the shooting script on IMDB, Fezzik isn't there to see the six-fingered man.)

>>t's where FEZZIK fought the Man in Black. CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL the Prince, kneeling, inspecting every grain of misplaced sand. The others wait behind him.<<

So, no way Fezzik would have seen the six fingered man. The only person who could have told him about him is in a pit of despair. WTF?

Believe on the grammar lesson and thou shalt be saved

Believe on the grammar lesson and thou shalt be saved, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

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Around the world in 80 days

I know I've had a busy schedule recently, but this modern jet travel thing, it's really blowing my mind.

A few days ago I was in the desert of Las Vegas for YAFTS (Yet Another Fucking Trade Show) marking something like my 10th or 12th year of going to shows in Sinister Disney. It was unreal-hot out, 102 on the coolest days, and we spent a lot of time inside the air conditioning of the hotels. (Although our room, at the top of an all-black pyramid facing the sun at the Luxor was annoyingly hot despite the full-blast AC 24/7. Dear Luxor, put in better AC when you update your crappy hotel.)

Saturday I flew to NJ, met up with Abby and we flew to Ft. Lauderdale for one of the stops on the Aperture Road Tour where Abby helped by proctoring. After we packed the class up Sunday evening, we hopped into the ocean for a half-an-hour or so, a strange and warm baptism after the hell-fire of the Vegas desert.

Today we flew from Florida to Oregon where we're enjoying the (global-warmingly hot) Pacific Northwest, and will start bike riding tomorrow for a few days of R&R. I am looking forward to that.

Then next weekend I'll be a bit lower down the coast in San Fran, and then finally back home.

So desert, Atlantic Ocean, Columbia Valley, Pacific Ocean, Bay, Hudson in two weeks.

No wonder I'm so damn tired.

Al-semitic Airlines

So I just got this email from Alitalia. First of all, it's really fucking creepy that an airline I've never flown is wishing me a happy new year. It would actually be odd if they wished me anything even if I had flown them before. But really, how is an airline making the conclusion that I'm a Jew?

My cousin figured this one out—I used to order kosher meals on Continental because their regular cheesburger meals suck ass, and the kosher meal is guaranteed to not be a cheeseburger.

Alitalia is a codeshare partner of Continental, so they must keep track of who orders the kosher meals.

I think that's a bit fucked up.

On location in Las Vegas

On location in Las Vegas, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.