Archive for July, 2006

If you could get someone in your life to start a blog, who would it be and why?
That's actually a good question.  Since being in the Tech World, a lot of my friends already have a blog.  Several of which I'm sending vox invites to at this very moment….well not this moment, but well….you get the picture!

But the person who I would love to start a blog is my good friend Critic Lee.  He's been a friend of mine for a few years now, and he travels quite frequently.  He's a Christian missionary to Indonesia and he has some awesome stories to tell.  The only problem is he would send those stories and pictures as an email newsletter.  That's so 90's.  LOL.

Anyway, that is my answer.

Short, and to the point.

Toodles!

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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Until I can get some actual good posts going on here, I thought I would post a short story I wrote on my other blog at http://www.stevesaylor.net.   I'm not sure if I want to move my whole blog to here yet, but I really like Vox and what it has to offer.  It is so easy to post anything.  Once again thanks to Leo for turning me to this service.

So until I figure out the move, enjoy the short story.  And let me know what you think.

The Legend of Blackwater Cove – by Steve Saylor

piracy

The winds were howling, the sea was roaring, it was all the crew of the Tyndale could do to keep their ship from being taken into Mother Nature’s fierce control. She had been pounding on this defenseless ship for days now, and there was no end in sight. The crew became weary. Her captain loosing all hope of not only making out of the storm alive, but keeping the morale of his crew up as best as it could be. They had stopped trying to fight the storm a day ago, and just let Mother have her way, until she grew tired of playing with her ship in a bottle and move on.

Seventy-two hours have passed since the Tyndale was making it’s voyage from Port George in what is now south of Nevus in the Southern Caribbean; to it’s final destination in Kingston, Jamaica. Carrying with her cargo that would only benefit a small starving village than to any Pirates that were frequent among these waters. The most well known of legends in these waters was that of a ship called the Wellington. She went down with all hands from a mysterious white covered ship that was waiting in the reefs while the storm blew the Wellington past it’s wake, but it was almost as if the Wellington was drawn to it’s splendor cousin ship, with it’s white shimmering sails, and it’s slender white build. Legend has it, that this “Ghost Ship” as it was commonly called, would fade in and out of reality, that the sailor on the crows nest would have to look very closely to make out it’s sails, and know exactly what to look for. Legend also tells of it’s “Ghost Captain” as well. No one knows the true name of him. To the world he does not exist. No port in all of Eastern India and the rest of the uncivilized Caribbean knew anything about him, but his legend grew on. He is said to have cut out men’s eyes and use them as buttons for his cloak if a sailor under his crew would lust after a shilling more than his share. Also he would rip out a sailor’s hair and force him to weave his own hanging noose, and throw himself off of the highest sail, just for crossing his Captain. And the legends only grew from there. So to say that the crew of the Tyndale were worried of receiving said tortures while the sea bashed at it’s hull would be an understatement.

Seventy-five hours have passed, and still no sign of the storm letting the Tyndale go free.

“This is utterly ridiculous!”, screamed the Captain of the Tyndale throwing maps across his cabin. “How am I supposed to just sit here and let this happen!”

“I don’t know sir,” said his first mate, “We have tried all that we can to free us of this storm, but it is useless.”

“I don’t want mindless stating of the obvious Davies, I want solutions! I want to get out of this bloody drift.”

The ship lunched to port suddenly, while the First Mate Davies, and the captain held on to the support beams of the Captain’s Cabin.

“I’m getting mighty tiresome of that,” said Davies.

“As am I,” said the Captain.

“Sir, may I ask a question?” Davies asked reluctantly.

“You want to know if I think the legends are true?” the Captain replied.

“Aye.”

“It’s just superstition Davies. Legends are mostly built on it. They are overly exaggerated, and have no truth in them at all. This Ghost Ship and it’s Captain are not real.”

“Oh I don’t know, I think I look real to me.” said a deep grisly mysterious voice in the corner of the cabin.

The Captain and Davies shot out of their chairs, and drew their swords trembling and startled. They searched the room. No sign of whoever was making that voice.

The Cabin’s lanterns were then blown out as the doors to the Cabin blew open. A loud howling wind pierced the ears of Davies and the Captain. The wind was so piercing, a loud ringing sound were pounding their ear drums.

Papers, and items that were loose around the Cabin blew all around, with such a force that a small dagger that was laying on the table shortly before shot from the table and darted and struck a picture hanging on the wall, and stuck to the wooden wall behind it.

The sound was becoming deafening, Davies and the Captain were now bleeding from their ears and they were now receiving cuts from being struck by the items that were blowing around the room. They held their ears in their hands and fell to the floor, dropping their swords in the process.

And just as suddenly as it all began, the wind was gone, the doors closed, the lanterns now burst into large flames and illuminated the mysterious stranger.

The Captain looked up from the ground, he saw standing before him a ragged man dressed in dirty white clothes. His cloak would reach the floor, and wore it loosely around his muscular frame. He carried two large cutlasses on both sides, and a revolver stuck barrel in to his belt. He had two belts crossed around his chest of bullets, where the remnants of what was the shirt and vest of the Majesty’s Navy underneath. He had a large White beard that was breaded with shells, and revolver balls. He had a large noticeable red scar across his cheek and when he grinned it would stretch across his left cheek making it bleed. His white hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and was amazingly neat compared to the rest of his appearance. His eyes were that of cold blue steel, and when the Captain’s eyes met his, those steel eyes would change color from Cold blue to fiery red as if his whole body were filled with fire, and his eyes were the only window to what was inside the man. Hist black hat was wide brimmed and had chains of gold looped around it. He stood tall and looked down upon the Captain as he lay prostrated in front of this creature. He grinned an evil grin at the Captain, amused that this once proud Captain was now laying on the ground like a weeping infant.

The Captain tried to reach for his sword on the ground but the white clothed monster pressed his foot against the handle along with the Captains hand. The Captain winced in pain. The pressed boot only pressed harder.

Davies seeing the opportunity of distraction, went to grab his sword, and as quickly as he shot up to grab it, this monster without even looking at Davies, drew his revolver from his belt, cocked it, and shot the hand that grabbed his sword. He then cocked his revolver again, and shot Davies’ leg. Davies fell to the ground in pain clutching his leg with his only free hand.

Without even taking an eye off of the Captain, he grinned even more and knelt down without loosing the Captains gaze.

“Do I look real now, captain?” He said with his grizzly, low deep voice. He laughed a loud menacing laugh, amused at the predicament his two captives were in. “Now where is the hospitality Captain, I’ve been here several minutes and you have not even offered me a drink of Rum. Tsk, Tsk.” He then, released his foot from the Captain’s hand, and taking his own sword pierced the same hand with it, forcing it straight through his hand to pin it to the floor boards.

“Don’t get up, I’ll get it myself.” he said as he walked towards the Wine rack that was hanging on his wall. There were only a few bottles of Rum remaining, so after careful look at each bottle, uncorking each one, and sniffing the liquid inside to decide on which blend and year to choose. After settling on a 10 year old bottle, he then walked over to the Captain’s chair that was behind the desk. He pulled it out, sat in it and rested his feet on top of the desk, while his two battered victims were laying helpless. One pinned to the floor, while the other rested against the wall clutching his leg. The sitting stranger looked down on them both as if they were both dogs begging for scraps at the table.

“Now, Captain, we need to discuss a matter of great importance.” the stranger said while taking a long swig from the bottle of Rum.

“W-who are you, and w-what are you d-doing on my ship?” the Captain said shaking.

“That is not important at this time. You are heading to my Cove. Why?”

“You answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

“Don’t try to play games with me Captain, I have taken down far better men than you, and your co-hort over there. Now I say again,” the stranger took his feet off the table and leaned his head down towards the Captain, “why are you sailing to my Cove?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” the Captain said trying to regain his strength.

“Fine then, ” the stranger said as he slapped his hands on his knees and got up. He walked over to Davies, knelt down so his face was face to face with Davies. “Now maybe you can tell me, why are you sailing to my Cove?”

“Don’t tell him any–”, as the Captain was trying to finish his sentence, the stranger drew his other sword and cut off a piece of the Captains tongue. The Captain screamed.

“Quiet! I’m talking to my new friend, what is it?” the Stranger queried

“D-Davies sir, J-John Davies,” Davies said trembling.

“Well, J-John Davies, good solid name, can you tell me the reason why you are sailing to my Cove, and please no lies or tricks. I have no time for said things, and I may be persuaded to leave now, if you answer me that simple question.”

“S-sir, no disrespect, b-but I do not know what you are t-talking about.”

Frustrated, the stranger said, “Fine! Here, I’ll show you.” He grabs Davies by the hair, and drags him across the room to a map that was lying on the ground. He took Davies’ finger and pointed it to a Cove on the map that was listed as 5 leagues dead ahead of the Tyndale’s current position.

“Here. Blackwater Cove. Why are you heading towards Blackwater Cove?!” The stranger yelled in Davies’ ear. “Don’t make me ask again!”

It was then that the doors to the Cabin rattled as the crew could hear the strange noises coming from the cabin, and came to investigate. The doors were locked, and no one could get in. The stranger then grew restless, and continued to yell at Davies. Davie’s then screamed, “We are trying to get out of the storm!!! We are trying to get out of the storm!!!” Now blubbering, tears streaming down Davie’s cheeks dropping down on the map, the Stranger stood up. Adjusted his hat, and his cloak walked towards the port hole of the Cabin. He could see the Cove in the distance.

“Now that is a satisfactory answer.” the Stranger said with a creepy calm demeanor, which only seconds before, there was no trace of. “I must bid you good day Captain, and John Davies. I appreciate your hospitality, and the fine drink. Don’t mind me, I’ll see myself out.”

And with a flash of flames from the Cabin’s lanterns the stranger disappeared. The doors to the Cabin then burst open and the crew came rushing in. They stopped dead in their tracks, seeing their Captain and first mate lying on the floor. One of the crew mates went and gently grabbed the sword that was still pinning the Captain’s hand to the floor, and removed it from the Captain’s hand. He looked at the gold encrusted handle that adorned the bloody sword. He looked closely and saw an engraving on it’s hilt. It read only this, “Captain John Snowbeard, 1696″

At that same moment across the waters at the Cove the stranger stood looking at the Tyndale in his scope grinning. As he looked through the scope he saw suddenly the Tyndale explode in a massive cloud of flames lighting the night stormy sky. As the ship was sinking to the bottom of the sea, the stranger closed his scope and said, “Beware of strangers in stormy waters, lest they cross Captain John Henry Snowbeard.” He then smiled.

The End

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Every time I come here to the city of the blue Jay, and the Raptor, and the Maple Leaf, I feel almost comfortable being in an urban setting. I’m not sure what it is, but when you are in a small town everything is slower, relaxed, no worries. And that does have it’s charm, but the rush of the “Big City” has it’s charm as well.

It’s like your whole mentality changes when you go into a big urban center. You get into the flow and current of the city, and in a way it’s like a very fast dance that you just instinctly know the moves to without even practicing this dance before. You have to be careful though with this dance. If you are not prepared, you could step on someone’s toes, literally.

So while I am taking a quick breather from this dance I have danced for months now, I just wanted to share the feeling I get when I come here to Toronto.

Toodles,

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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So this is vox eh?

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Cool
Thanks Leo
Toodles

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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Ok, so it's been a while since I posted anything. However, I must unfold the details of my weekend which was surreal to say the least.
It started as a normal Friday night. I was working. No other way to describe it other than by only saying one word, Boring. A lot can be said from that word. It sums up everything from how a person feels to what they are doing when they say that word. Amazing how the English language will use the same word as an emotion and a descriptive term in one.

Now the thing is about Friday nights at work is what you must understand. While working in downtown St. Catharines on a Friday night is like being an accountant working on a Friday night in Las Vegas. Except for the casinos part, the night life in the downtown area can be busy. So while watching the ant size people having a good old time from the third story of my workplace, I was making calls to people in another country interrupting their own Friday nights. Just so I can make sure that they are having as little of fun as I am.

Well, around 8:30, I was sick and tired of doing that, so I “left early because I was sick” and called a few friends seeing if they wanted to hang out. I told them to meet me at Starbucks and we will move on from there to do whatever we wanted to do.

I got to Starbucks first, and while there the place was buzzing with activity. Some people conducting late night business meetings, other young couples finishing off their dates while drinking expensive coffee which the men paid for. It's expensive to have a girlfriend while enjoying the addictive stimulants at Starbucks. It cuts deep into a man's pocket. At least a gentleman. There were also some people such as me that were waiting for other people to show up so they can watch a movie in the cinema in the same mall that this Starbucks/Chapters Bookstore enclosed.

I bidded my time by hanging out with a friend of mine while he was working on a project with other people who I met that night. We talked tech, we talked stuff, we drink addictive stimulants, all while surfing the net on the freely available Wi-Fi. All the cool things I love about Starbucks.

Eventually my friends started to find their way to me in the crowded Starbucks, and we basically stayed there and talked until Starbucks closed. It was weird because I was in the middle of a massive group of people I knew and I was having multiple conversations with varying friends at once. It felt cool. I can't explain it in any other way other than, “It is so cool to be in this position.”

Around the time that Starbucks was closing we started to head over to a bowling alley that was also enclosed in the mall. Unfortunately it was closed, so no me kicking ass as “Twinkle-Toes Snowball,” but we went across the street to a Kelsey's restaurant and ordered a late night dinner. We talked about everything from girls, to movies, to girls. From that statement you can obviously tell that there was no estrogen in this particular Friday night get together. But even still, i'ts a guys night. And what do guys do when it's late at night on a Friday night? Well we shoot pool at a bar. So after filling out guts, we then went to a local pool hall/bar. There were already other people enjoying a good game of the ol' billiards, so we bought a rack and decided to play while we each took turns monoplizing the jukebox playing such classics as ACDC, Led Zeppelin, The Who, and Styx. I fared well in this endeaver. Being a former Online Radio DJ, I was the favourite song-picker of the night, and it kept the crowd of players in the hall entertained. Now only if I had my music collection, and it would've been a very happenin' place.

In between the song selections, I played a decent game of pool. I didn't do too bad, but I didn't do too good either. Let's say I wouldn't come First place in a Billiards tournament, but I fared well when it counted. And sucked when it didn't.

After last call was declared, our group of friends split up for the night, and went our seperate ways. But the night was not over yet my Online readers. Oh no, the night was too early for that. So while everyone went their seperate ways, there was three of us that didn't want the night to end. So like the partyer who doesn't want the party to end, we droe around looking for something to do. After several stops to 7-11 to get drunk and hyper from slurpees, we went out into the night on a sugar high. We went back to a friends place, and much like stoners that were high on, well whatever they were stoned from, we talked and debated about philosophy and theology. That I am not making up. We literally spent from 2:30am to 9am debating theology with each other. It was surreal, and fun at the same time. It may have been the caffine and the sugar talking, but it was still a fun and passionate debate.

So if you ever want to just discuss theology with your friends, I highly recommend it. Trust me, I think you would enjoy it.

So after we realized, “Oh crap it's 11am”, we went out into the very bright sunlight with our bloodshot eyes, and made our way home to finally let our minds rest to fight again.

Saturday was a complete blur to me. I remember something about going out to a Bar and Grill with more friends, and Brian, who was part of the heated discussions that morning. And I also vaguely remember going to Brian's house to watch a movie, but I would have to rely on video surrvelance to know exactly what happened that day.

After the blur-fest that was Saturday though, Sunday was I thought was going to be a day to just lay on my ass in my bed and watch movies all day. Well little did I know instead of laying on my ass on my bed watching movies, I would lay on my ass on Brian's couch with more friends watching movies all day…

…and all night…..

….and all morning…..

Literally we watched everything from The Faculty, to Rat Race, to even Ferris Bueller's Day Off. All while in between screenings we would tell stories about our childhoods watching those movies. We recalled child hood snowball fights, to even 911 pranks. Which did bring up a funny story that I almost forgot about, but that will have to wait another day.

So after the final credits of Ferris Bueller telling us that if you don't stop to look at life, you're going to miss it, we decieded to do the best thing that you can ever do after staying up for another all-nighter, getting barely any sleep, high on caffine and sugar would do at 5 o'clock in the morning. We made a trip to McDonalds for an obligatory, Student budget cheap, artera filling, Grease covered, Super-sized Egg McMuffin combos to go. Why did we get it to go? Well when you are that sleep deprived, and willing to do just about any crazy thing you could think of. We went back to Brian's and ate breakfast while watching The Breakfast Club.

Pure genius, am I right?

Come on, isn't that like the coolest thing anyone can do early in the morning?

Watching a classic movie which has nothing to do about Breakfast, but eating Breakfast with the Breakfast club.

It's like eating Breakfast at Tiffany's at tiffany's!

Or it's like having a drink at a Cheer's Bar in boston!

Come on, it's freakin' hawesome is what it is.

So after the movie was finished, and we had stuffed ourselves with the third McMuffin each, we gave each other mental-high fives for having the brilliant idea. And much like John Bender, Andrew Clark, Brian Johnson, Claire Standish, and Allison Reynolds back in 1985 walked out of the school on a Saturday to go back to their respective lives, we all left Brians, at 7am not as friends that we had arrived hours earlier, but leaving as really good friends realizing how much fun it was to do something we would all remember for a long time. So as the credits roll on this weekend of mine, I walk on the football field of the Interweb, and pump my Cable modem powered fist into the air. All while Simple Minds plays on my radio,

“Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me”

Toodles!

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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After reading WWdN, and listening to this,

I'm going to write a book through this.

Short, sweet and to the point.

Toodles!

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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So the Holidays are over for Canada and the U.S., and it has been an interesting weekend to say the least. It had it's ups and downs, and parts of it I wish didn't happen, but I was talking with Jenn Cutter today, and she said that if it didn't happen to me, “I wouldn't have this great anecdote.” Which is true, so I will try to recall this weekend in detail for you blog readers.

First of all, as you know, I was at Call For Help in Toronto last week, and like I said before, it was a great time. To end the week on Friday, Amber had a Canada Day/End of taping week BBQ at her place, and it was also great. The Crew from Hak.5 Kyle, from Pure Pwnage , and Andy Walker was there. Wess from Hak.5 was even BBQing. All in all, fun was had, and it was a great way to start off the weekend. Now cut to me around 11pm. I didn't want to go, but I had to in order to catch my bus back home. So I said my goodbyes to everyone, caught a cab, and raced to the bus station to catch my bus. Well little did I know it, as the cab was pulling up to the station, the bus was already leaving, and it was packed, so there was no way I could've gotten a seat. A lot of people were upset too, because there was a long line up to catch the bus, and they didn't have enough buses to handle it.

So I had a problem. I was literally stuck in Toronto until the next morning, and I was stuck. Normally this doesn't happen to me, and I was not sure what to do. So I called Amber, told her I missed the bus. She gave me her number because she wanted to make sure I got home OK. So she answers and says to come back and we can work something out instead of me having to stay at the bus station or on the street.

So, I caught a cab back to her place, and the party was still in full swing. I'm a bit pissed for missing the bus, so I tell everyone the horrid tale. Ok, it wasn't that horrid, but it's my story ok?

Anyway, great thing about the people that were there, was that they all wanted to help me out. Luckily, Andy Walker was willing to put me up for the night so I can catch the bus the next morning. Which was greatly appreciated. We both started talking about broadcasting, and what was involved with it. Andy gave me some good advice about what I wanted to get into, and we had a great conversation. After the party was wrapping up, Andy and I went back to his apartment, and he gave me some blankets to sleep on the couch. And if you ever saw Lab Rats

Anyway, I was so tired, I went to sleep right away. After a few restless hours, I got up to the soft purring of Andy's cat Biff laying down on my chest looking at me. It was cute, and a great way to wake up in the morning. Andy was not up yet, so I quietly left him a thank you message for putting me up for the night, and left to catch the bus.

When I got home, it was 8:30 and I was dead tired, but the day was not over yet my friends, oh no. An hour later I was in the car with my brother and my Dad driving to Mississauga to see Superman Returns at the IMAX. Read here if you want to know what I thought, but be forewarned there be spoilers

Even though I was dead tired, I was so excited to see the movie, and it was great that I saw it with my brother and my Dad. It's know that I will always look back at the moments I've spent with my family, and the most memorable moments with my Dad, are the ones where him and I saw movies together at the big screen. If there was a movie we both wanted to see, we would wait until the other was available and see the movie together. I would purposefully make sure I did not see the movie just so I can see it with my Dad. Everytime I think of those moments I smile. And the fact that my brother shared in that moment, makes me smile more.

Anyway, when the movie was finished we went home, and I was supposed to go to Movie Group that night, but I was so tired, I literally crashed on my bed at 7pm and didn't wake up until 9 the next morning. Man it felt good to sleep when you've had none for a whole week.

The next day was my brother's birthday, and to end a long story, it was a good day, I took my brother to a local diner where they sell the best burgers ever! And, we had a good time just hanging out. After that I crashed until today. LOL Just kidding.

Anyway, that was the end of my long, long weekend, and if you have gotten this far and are not bored yet, you should be. LOL I hope you enjoyed my tale, and my long ramblings. I'm not really good at writing stories as they happened. I usually like giving it time and gone into full blown story mode, but it's my story ok? So with it's ups and downs, it was an interesting weekend, and I'm glad I can share it with you.

Anyway, hope your weekend was fun, and enjoyable, and I will talk to you all tomorrow.

Toodles!

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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I'm going to meet up with an old friend that I've had for a long time.

She is the only one I can tell anything too. And I think I'm going to tell her how I feel about her.

I'll let you know if it works out.

Update: Struck out

Toodles!

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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***SPOILER ALERT****
***If you have not seen this movie do not read this post.****

Like a true Superman fan, I was ready. I had my Superman t-shirt and my Superman ring on. I had tickets for the IMAX theatre in Mississauga for Canada Day, and I was ready for a great movie. Early reviews said it was good, and I was, if you pardon the pun, Super-excited.

Unfortunately that excitement did not match the experience I had watching Superman Returns.

I'm not saying I thought it was terrible. I thought it was freakin' fantastic, but after following this movie for over 2 years, and knowing certain things about this movie that many other people didn't, I didn't feel like they added more to what I thought was an excellent movie. It left me wanting more.

First off though lets disect the characters. Brandon Routh, who looks uncanny as a Christopher Reeves clone, did an excellent job of bringing Clark Kent/Superman to life. Even when deliviring lines from the original 1978 movie, it was as if Routh was channeling Reeves to play this part. Unfortunately due he did not have a lot of lines to say. He was very silent throughout the movie, even as Clark Kent. Which if you watched the original religiously, you would see that Kent had more lines than Superman. Either way though I still think Routh gave a good performance and would like to see him develop this role further.

Kate Bosworth as Lois Lane, was good, but not great. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would give her a “meh”. She played more as a lawyer than a newspaper reporter, and her performance, like Routh, was trying to channel Margot Kidder for the part, which like I said before, I would like to see her develop the role more.

Lastly Lex Luthor himself, Kevin Spacey. His was actually the performance I liked the most. Yes, he is no Gene Hackman, but Hackman to me was more of a Used Car Salesman, than a multi-billionaire businessman. Which Spacey played well, with a bit of Hackman in him. One thing I did notice in the role that he played was that he did the genius part justice. You ever notice when villians in movies are faced with a situation that could potentially have problems, they don't follow their gut instinct and want to see it play out? Or basically the old addage when you see someone open a door in horror movies and you're yelling at the screen to not open the door because there is a monster behind it? Well this was played well in Superman. In one situation when Lois and her son Jason were kidnapped by Luthor and we find out that Jason has some special powers of his own. When Lex finds this out, his immediate reaction is to run as fast as he can. Which he does. Where normally in Moviedom, Lex would've stayed to see if he could exploit those powers. Spacey did this throughout the movie and it finally gave some smarts to the role. He saw things that were coming and knew how to handle them. He is not the one to open the door in a horror movie. He would've taken a shot gun and shot at the door then opened it. Anyway Spacey gave a good performance, and made me feel better about him as Luthor after he was announced to play the role.

Now in regards to the movie as a whole, the special effects were awesome! Plane sequence, freakin' fantastic. The beat-up of Supes, heart wrenching. The bullet in the eye effect, so kick ass. Story, little bit plain, but good stepping stone to sequals. Music, John Williams is a genius, and he didn't even score this movie! Jor-El, great even without Marlon Brando providing new lines. Scenery, definately deco in style and loved each bit of it.

All in all it is a great movie. One suggestion that I would like to make though is, don't see it in the IMAX theatre. The extra 3D sequences in the movie were good, but kind of took you out of the movie when you had to put on and take off the 3D glasses. And, the movie didn't even fill the whole screen. There wa s a letterbox throughout the entire movie and it would've been better if it took advantage of the 6 story real estate.

Anyway, without those faults I mentioned above, any true Superman fan would still love this movie, and I would highly recommend it. I'm definately going to see it again at a regular theatre so I can get the full on effect, without the 3D distractions, so that should tell you something.

Anyway, like Superman I'm going to fly away to my Fortress of Solitude, and I will emerge again tomorrow.

A friend,

Steve Saylor “Snowball”

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The rumours of my death have been extremely exaggerated. After just finishing a week at Call For Help sleep wins over blogging any day. So that is what I have been doing for at least the better part of today (with also seeing Superman Returns, which was good I must say). Anyway, I don't have much to say today other than check out the Flickr Pictures I just uploaded.

And also if you ever wanted to see a lot of podcasters in the same room? Well check out the image below.