Sail
These three videos all feature the song "Sail" by AWOLNATION, but I think they've got much more than the song in common. Have a look and meet me a little further down the page to see if you agree.
First up, wingsuit flyer Jeb Corliss grinds "The Crack," which is apparently in Switzerland.
Next, iomedes shows off an amazing 43,000-piece LEGO model of a Venator-class Star Destroyer from Star Wars.
Finally, dancer/contortionist Arthur Cadre does...well, this:
So what is it they've got in common? Passion. Obsession. Maybe just a dash of insanity. These videos are all about people doing things that you and I might observe and say, "I could never do that."
As insanely cool and amazing as I think wingsuits are, I'm scared to death of heights and there's just no way I'm jumping off a cliff wearing one.
As much as I love LEGO and Star Wars, I don't have the patience or the creativity (or the LEGO bricks) necessary to design and build an intricately detailed, 8-foot-long model.
And my body just can't don't what Arthur Cadre's does; it can't even do some of the things it used to do twenty years ago.
I admire these people for their passion, their creativity and their ability to do those things I'll never do, and for loving what they do enough to want to show it to others.
Summer 2011 Roundup
It's been a fairly busy summer here at the International House of Johnson, and much of that business (busy-ness?) is due to a five-and-a-half-year-old boy who—sometime this spring, with the help of his mother—made a List.
On the List: things to do this summer. Here's a sample:
- Go camping. Done. We made our annual trek to the Maumee Bay State Park in Toledo early in August. This year, we replaced our 10-year-old tent with a 10' x 17' Coleman Red Canyon dome tent. In theory, this three-room palace sleeps eight; I can't attest to that, but it accommodated three with plenty of room to spare.
- Go to the zoo. We did this a couple of weeks ago. There were polar bears and elephants at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo, but no hippos. We were disappointed by the lack of hippopotami, as we parked in the "Hippo" section and were thus primed for them.
- Go on a train ride. We crossed this one off in late July on the Ashtabula, Carson & Jefferson scenic line. If I'm honest, the scenery left a bit to be desired. Kyle and his cousin enjoyed the ride, so everybody was happy. Special guest appearance by Jay Lynn.
- See a baseball game. Done. Lake County Captains versus the mumblety-mumble Loons. The Captains won, though Kyle couldn't have told you that after we left the game.
- Play mini-golf. We're working on this one; we'll probably go to Red Mill sometime in the next couple of weeks.
"Go to the movies with dad" wasn't on the list, but we have seen a few together:
- Cars 2
- Kung Fu Panda 2
- Captain America: The First Avenger
- The Smurfs
We're also preparing for kindergarten, and when I say "we" I mean "mostly Laura." She's been purchasing school supplies and clothes and occasionally letting me know that we've received some manner of communication from the school. From what I understand, we'll be putting Kyle on a bus sometime next week and—if all goes to plan—he'll be back later in the day. Wash, rinse, repeat until educated.
That's what's been going on here this summer. What have you been up to?
Pseudopod 233: Association
I've been so busy not updating my blog that I completely neglected to mention another short story I narrated for Pseudopod, the Sound of Horror. This one is "Association," a zombie tale by Eddie Borey. Before you rush over to listen, I would remind you that Pseudopod is intended for mature audiences and that dead things rot. A lot.
A complete list of the horrific tales I've narrated for Pseudopod is presented (in reverse chronological order) below.
- "Association" by Eddie Borey (Episode 233)
- "Is This a Horror Story?" by Scott Edelman (Episode 206)
- "Wearing the Dead" by Alan Smale (Episode 190)
- "The Sultan of Meat" by James B. Pepe (Episode 170)
- "Orifice" by John F. D. Taff (Episode 147)
- "The Duel" by James Michael MacFarland (Episode 135)
- "In the Coils of the Serpent" by William Meikle (Episode 109)
- "Among the Moabites" by Michael Hartford (Episode 98)
- "Blood, Gridlock and PEZ" by Kevin Anderson (Episode 73)
- "The Heart of Tu'a Halaita" by Tara Kolden (Episode 60)
- "Hell's Daycare" by D. Richard Pearce (Episode 38)
Dust Bunnies
It's been a while since anything new showed up here, hasn't it? It happens.
Every so often I remember I have a blog, but then I go back to watching Chuck or playing Portal 2 or trying to fix an ailing computer so I can watch Chuck and play Portal 2. Today I decided to actually blow the dust bunnies off my WordPress installation, so let's see what happens next.
By the way, I'm only about halfway through Season Two of Chuck, which is currently in the midst of its fourth or fifth season, I believe—or maybe a season just ended; I don't know. Whatever the current state of everyone's favorite Buy More employee, I'm at least a couple of seasons behind. I mention this because I don't know what's happening in the current season and I don't want to know what's happening in the current season. Ditto for Sons of Anarchy (I'm about to start watching Season Two) and...oh, pretty much every other television series produced in the last five years.
The reason I'm so far behind is that I didn't start watching Chuck until fairly recently. As a Johnny-come-lately fan, I've been watching the series on DVD, and those discs are delivered to my mailbox by a service called Netflix. You may have heard of Netflix; they also have a streaming video service that allegedly uses up most of the tube-capacity at night.. Netflix recently made a lot of people very, very angry (frothy, even) by raising their prices. To some people, this rate increase is the straw that broke the camel's back,1 and they apparently intend to stop paying Netflix to deliver DVDs to their mailboxes. I've been too busy watching DVDs that are delivered right to my door to be pissed off about being asked to pay a separate, entirely reasonable price for the service.
Speaking of halfway—and I was—I think I'm a little more than halfway through Portal 2, though I can't be sure. I won't spoil it for anyone, but a potato just mentioned something about paradoxes that leads me to believe I'm closing in on the final showdown. It's a great game, much like the first one was, and adding J.K. Simmons as Aperture's Cave Johnson was a stroke of pure brilliance. Also, I guess there's cooperative multiplayer now, so good news for gamers who aren't misanthropes.2
I've also been hanging around on Google+, which is kind of like Facebook without Zynga. I know, I know: what's the point of Facebook without Zynga? Did I mention there are circles? And that you can put people in them? It's handy for separating people you actually know from people who just seem to be popping up on all of your social networks.3 One of the default circles is named "Friends" and another is "Acquaintances." I have a handful of people in the former circle and an awful lot in the latter. If Facebook had circles, I'd have one named "Farmville and its Ilk" and it would be a bottomless pit into which I dropped every one of my "friends" whose sole purpose in social networking is to cajole everyone they know into sharecropping on their virtual back forty.
Incidentally, if you're on Google+ and you're using Google Chrome, you may want to try the G+Me browser extension, which—in my opinion—makes for a nice, clean G+ experience. You're welcome to seek me out there, if you're so inclined; the worst that could happen is I drop you into my "Ugh, More Damn People I Don't Know" circle.
So that's a bit of what I've been up to lately. What about you?
- It's a camel that watches a lot of DVDs, which isn't natural behavior for the species as far as I can tell. Of course, this is no ordinary camel. No, it is a whiny, baby camel with an incredibly fragile spine. [↩]
- Both of them. [↩]
- I need a circle named "People With Whom I Have A Lot of Friends in Common, But Don't Actually Know." I'm never sure what I should do about these people when they "friend" me. Should I try to get to know them better in case they're someone awesome or should I try harder to win over that person we both know so they'll like me better? I'm leaning toward Option Two, based solely on my perception of the ratio of Awesome to Not Awesome people on the Internet. You're Awesome, though. Of course you are. [↩]
In Which My Darkest Fears Are Played Upon

What Spider?
Kyle has been practicing for April Fool's Day all week.
"Daddy," he told me on Tuesday, "there's a spider on your head!"
"Daddy," he said on Wednesday, "there's a spider on your head!"
"Daddy," he informed me yesterday, "there's a spider on your head!"
Every day, a spider on my head.
This morning I come downstairs and he's playing in the living room. I'm expecting him to tell me I have a spider on my head.
He looks at me and says...nothing.
So now I'm wondering if his April Fool's joke is to not tell me about the spider on my head. Did he just forget? Was the lead-in—a week of premature attempts to get me to freak out about nonexistent arachnids—actually a cunning setup? Is my five-year-old son playing mind games with me?
Surely not.
The trouble is, the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced there's a spider on my head. I feel a faint tickling; the sensation of eight little legs scrabbling through my hair. It's there...and then it's gone...and then it's there again. Something just brushed against my temple. I feel a definite presence on my forehead, just beneath the hairline.
I can't check. Understand that if my hand so much as touches my hair or I look at a mirror, he wins. But as I sit here, there are phantom arachnids—please let them be figments of my overactive imagination—roaming over my scalp. And I wonder if maybe he hasn't already won.
What the…?
Yeah. Hi. I'm in the middle of transition from one hosting provider to another and my blog is stuck in limbo at the moment. I should have things back to whatever passes for normal around here in the next couple of days.
Christmas 2010. Part 1: The Star Wars
Let's be clear about one thing right off the bat: I'm living vicariously through my five-year-old son. Not every minute of every day, mind you, but at the very least I'm reliving my own childhood with him. So it should come as no surprise to anyone that my young apprentice received a few Star Wars-themed Christmas presents.
Twin-Pod Cloud Cars — When I was a kid, the Star Wars vehicle I most wanted was the All-Terrain Armored Transport (AT-AT): the lumbering mechanical walkers that assaulted the Rebel base on Hoth at the beginning of The Empire Strikes Back. Second on my list of "Most Wanted Star Wars Vehicle Toys" was the Millennium Falcon. The twin-pod cloud cars that patrolled Bespin (AKA Cloud City) were right at the bottom of the list, just below Luke Skywalker's landspeeder. Perhaps someone who owns or owned the original toy can tell me whether or not it had a second, hidden set of missile launchers revealed when the cars were pushed together. It's a simple thing, but definitely kicked the toy up the list several notches.
Galactic Heroes AT-AT — The Galactic Heroes toys are short, cute, manga-influenced versions of regular action figures; perfect for the younger Star Wars fan. The Imperial walker playset ay not have all of the moving parts of the "full-sized" AT-AT, but it's still pretty cool. It comes with a speederbike that can be stowed in the main cargo compartment, as well as a driver figure. For reasons I can't explain, the latter is holding a blaster, making it rather difficult to fit him into the walker's cockpit.1 The walker also features light-up blaster cannons, blasting and walking sound effects, and a "cable" that allows you to recreate the scene in which Luke Skywalker destroys an AT-AT using a thermal detonator (not included) and the tow cable salvaged from his snowspeeder. Though it was designed for the Galactic Heroes sets, the AT-AT is also a reasonable size to crush some smaller LEGO vehicles, which leads to...
LEGO Star Wars Snow Trooper Army Pack and LEGO Star Wars Rebel Trooper Battle Pack — I'm not sure whether the focus on The Empire Strikes Back was intentional or mere serendipity, but there are LEGO Rebels aplenty upon which the Galactic Heroes AT-AT can tread, not to mention Rogue Two,2 a Rebel "ice cutter,"3 a couple of Imperial snowtroopers, an AT-AT driver4 an Imperial speederbike (which the Empire appears to have had no trouble adapting to the cold) and an Imperial "battle station."5 One of the Rebel troopers has a mustache, and when Kyle and I were watching the Hoth assault (for reference purposes) he spotted similarly-'stached Rebel on-screen and excitedly declared that he's "got that guy!" Each of the sets has between 70 and 80 pieces, and it took me the better part of an hour to assemble everything on Christmas Day. I've heard some criticism about how specialized LEGOs have become, and claims that the majority of pieces in the sets can only be used to build the vehicle (or battle station) pictured on the box. That doesn't appear to be the case with these sets; the only piece (apart from the various weapons and equipment held by the minifigs) that an imaginative child would likey have trouble repurposing is the chassis of the speederbike.- R2-D2 is in Trouble, Star Wars Mighty Muggs and Star Wars Mighty Beanz — There's really not too much to be said about these, except that I really, really hope Kyle doesn't decide that he wants more Mighty Beanz because they are, in a word, dumb.

- As you might imagine, this is not something that Kyle is bothered by; he has yet to say "Why does the AT-AT pilot have a blaster? Not only is it terribly impractical, I question whether it's canon!" [↩]
- AKA Zev Senesca. "Echo Base, this is Rogue Two. I've found them. Repeat: I've found them." [↩]
- AKA Vehicle Not Appearing in The Film. [↩]
- Sans AT-AT, sadly. [↩]
- "Station" as in "stationary" as in "not moving or intending to be moved." Call me a nit-picker, but I don't see how this could play into the Empire's assault on the Hoth base. [↩]
Keep that kid away from my toys!
ME: [Reading a Christmas-related statistic] Forty-one percent of toys children receive for the holidays are broken by March.
KYLE: Who's that?
The Beard Remains
It's approaching mid-December and I still have the "beard" I grew last month during our Beards4Boobs fundraiser. I've kept it for a number of reasons:
- Every time I see myself in the mirror I'm reminded that I haven't announced the winner of the Name That Beard contest yet. I really need to do that, because someone did win and there is a prize to be awarded.
- Neither my wife nor my son has inquired as to just when I plan on shaving.
- I'm curious to see whether another month of growth will fill in the sparse bits.
- I may want to go all Joaquin Phoenix at some point in the near future.
In case you missed it, we managed to raise just over $3,900 in November, thanks to our fuzzy chins and the generosity of our sponsors. I've also heard rumors that a Beards4Boobs t-shirt will soon be available for purchase, with a portion of proceeds from each sale going to the Breast Cancer Research Fund. Not coincidentally, Pete DiLillo, the man whose beard attracted the most sponsorship dollars will soon be receiving one of these t-shirts in recognition of his awesomenity...awesomnambulance...awesomeness.
HoNoToGroABeMo and Beards4Boobs
It is November and I am once again observing the long-standing1 tradition of demonstrating my inability to grow a beard in thirty days. I shaved my goatee off in the wee hours of the morning on 01 November and my razor has been resting comfortably since. Unlike last year I have opted not to shave my burgeoning neckbeard, despite the strange compulsions it seems to create.2
What began four years ago as a spoof of National Novel Writing Month—with no purpose other than showcasing buffoonery and a certain amount of chest-thumping—has since evolved into a month-long quest; a quest known as Beards4Boobs.
Perhaps if we were all Chuck Norris, we How Not To Grow A Beard Month participants could combine the awesome might of our beards to cure breast cancer. As it stands, there isn't a Norris among us, so we must use our buffoonery and chest-thumping to coerce people (whether out of respect, awe or pity) to sponsor our beards, thus supplementing our meager follicular might with cold, hard cash; cash that will be used to fund research to find a cure.
If you'd like to assist my humble beard in this noble effort, please visit the site and sponsor me. If you don't care to sponsor me, please visit the site and sponsor someone else. While you're there, enter the Name That Beard contest and you just might win a signed copy of Christopher Moore's Bite Me: A Love Story, the third volume in the San Francisco Vampire Trilogy. I'm not promising anything, but if you check back in the second half of the month it is entirely possible that there will be another contest and another prize; you can probably figure out what the contest might be, but the prize will not be so easy to guess.

