Computers and The Future

Yo guys, I have a Barcode, that's how awesome I am! I'm ready for the future and our upcoming computerized, robotic society, oh yeah.
I bet you guys don't have your own barcodes. When the computers take over, I'll be the among the first to be processed, and so it's only natural that I'll be given some high position or other, like Director in Chief of Human Public Relations or something similar.

Wyatt Earp and Tombstone.

I watched Wyatt Earp last night, and it feels natural to compare it to Tombstone, seeing as how they both tell parts of the same story. On the first glance, Tombstone seems like the better movie. It's got Sam Elliot as Virgil and some rather proper mustaches in it. It's also in most areas the most aesthetically pleasing of the pair, being slightly less gritty, and having given the story a 'shave', if you'll excuse the pun.
Kurt Russel also does the, in my eyes, cooler interpretation of Wyatt Earp himself. While having less personality, on account of less backstory, he still somehow looks better. This might be because most of the lines in Wyatt Earp were boring and less aesthetic. Also, adversaries in Tombstone have actual personalities. Well, not all of them, since they come by the bucketload, but at least there's Curly Bill Brocius, Johnny Ringo and Ike Clanton. They are all in Wyatt Earp, but they have no memorable lines whatsoever, and since they are all so grubby and shabby, I found it hard to tell one from the other. Wyatt Earp does have Jayne, though, which is a merit. Or, well, it's got Adam Baldwin playing a cowboy, which is pretty much as close to Jayne as you can get.
Now, on to the most important aspect of both films, as well as the comparison.

I'm not sure why, it might be historical accuracy or it might be that both directors harbor secret homosexual crushes, but it seems somehow impossible to make a movie about Wyatt Earp without having John Henry 'Doc' Holliday show up and immediately steal the show.
In Wyatt Earp, Dennis Quaid (How the hell is that pronounced?) plays the part. I have been completely unable to find a proper picture of the guy in that role, which is strange, since he looks Fucking Awesome.
This one will have to do, with Holliday on the right (And Costner looking like an uncharismatic sack of potatoes with a mustache). Great beard/stache-combo. This Holliday is sightly more serious than the other, both looking and sounding more dangerous.
In Tombstone, the role is played by Val Kilmer. You know, the dude that sucked as Batman. He. Is. Awesome. While looking less awesome than Quaid, the Holliday he shows us is by far the greatest. Less serious, more fun.

Both Hollidays have a few memorable lines, and it's rather hard to pick a favorite in that department. Kilmer's Holliday is a tad biased towards one-liners.
Doc Quaid:
"Dave Rutabaugh is an ignorant scoundrel! I disapprove of his very existence. I considered ending it myself on several occasions but self-control got the better of me."
Doc Kilmer:
"Look, darling, it's Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him? There's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him."

Well, all in all, I'd say Tombstone is the best of the two. There is little to praise in Wyatt Earp apart from Doc Quaid, but he is overshadowed by Doc Kilmer anyway, so it's somewhat of a moot point.

Phonecalls and Manliness.

I had another realization yesterday, which I naturally forgot all about as soon as I actually started writing, four or five minutes later (See what I mean about the Alzheimer's?).
When I was a kid, I always thought young people bananaphoned their boyfriends or girlfriends all the time simply because they were young, and that as you grew up, you'd stop doing it, unless you had a reason for calling (Like "Could you buy milk on the way home" or some such grown-up concern).
What I've realized, though, is that you don't stop calling your girlfriend or boyfriend when you grow up, you simply stop calling them when you live together. My parents both call their respective boyfriend and girlfriend all the time now, and they're hardly what one might call young anymore, they just don't live with them.
Funny how I never thought about that before.

I bought a mosquito-bite-zapper-thing today. It's a small green tube with a button at one end and lightning at the other, and it's apparently supposed to take away mosquito-bites if you electrocute yourself enough. Now, I don't know about you guys, but to me that sounds a hell of a lot more manly than some wimpy ointment. Now I just need to figure out a way to make the stream of Lightning more constant, and also improve the reach a bit. Then I'll put it in a glove and wear a black hood and we can all rule the galaxy together.

Important Realizations. And Stuff.

I've come to a realization today.
I've realized that keeping a blog isn't just a good way to keep my friends updated on what I've been doing and what's been going through my mind. (Which, by the way, probably doesn't work very well anyway, since I'd suppose most people stopped checking this page five or six months ago, when I stopped writing. EDIT: Realized it's actually eight months since I last posted.)
My point is, It's also a good way to keep myself updated on what I've been doing, and what went through my mind at any given point before, say, last Thursday.
So, when I'm fifty or so, I can sit there with my fat beer-tummy (well, probably not beer, but whatever, you get my point), my long, wise beard and my Alzheimer's and read this, and remember all the glory-days of my youth.
(See how nicely this realization goes together with my wisdom-theme? Oh yeah.)

So, on to the actual Alzheimer's Reminders (AR.. I think I'm going to keep that term, I have a feeling it'll come in handy..)
A lot of this summer has been spent in Karlstad. Some at the Nightflyer's parents, some at Björn's place, and a lot of it at Rik's house. Rather too much, it would seem. Most of it was pretty awesome though. We played a lot of Resident Evil 4 at Björn's, and I decided that I wanted it for my PC, because I hate trying to aim without a mouse. (Then I went home, and realized that it didn't have mouse-support without mods anyway. I just don't get some developers)
So, after I got home from there, I went to visit my mother, which was nice. We played a lot of Die Siedler von Catan, which is an awesome game. I'll try to get one of my own so I can make you guys play it.
At night, I also played a lot of Caesar III. Haven't played that game since.. Fifth grade or so. It was awesome. Watching tons of people move into a desert made of empty and fire, just to have their house catch fire and burn them all alive is one of the most awesome experiments I've ever made on any AI. Or maybe it was just late. It was Awesome, anyway.
Then it started raining a lot, and my sister became ill (She had been at a camp in Rättvik) so I went home to Stockholm. And that's pretty much where I am now.

As for the future, I still don't know where I'm supposed to be, exactly, to start school or when I'm supposed to go there. They tell me I'll find out sometime in the middle of this month. So I'll see it when I get back home, by the 19th or so. Then I have to move lots of stuff from here to our new apartment, it'll be fun when it's all done.

Also, a friend of mine just got married, and his kid (~Linux Möller) will be a year in a few months. That kind of responsibility feels a bit scary, since all I have to worry about is handing in assignments in time, and get rent-money to Rik. Not terribly demanding, by the looks of it.

Now I'm going to watch all the Zero Punctuation I've missed. Over and out.