Welcome to Suck City. Population: Me

After loading up the car with more stuff to put in the storage space down the road, I arrived there and found that the door to it was unlocked. Up goes the door and the first thing my eyes see is a spot near the entrance that did contain five full boxes of DVD's the last time I was there.

So much for that.

The rest of the morning was spent sorting through the stuff to see what else was swiped. Half of the boxes had a corner pulled up and were then tossed aside (I guess thieves either aren't big readers or were simply unimpressed by my book collection). The only other things I was able to verify was missing were a DVD player (a cheap one for the little TV, so no biggie), a document scanner (several years old, so it might have been due for a replacement soon anyway), a chess set and handmade wooden case my parents gave me for my High School graduation (Yeah. Ouch.) and, finally, the Commodore 64.

That's right. The thieves stole my 20 year old computer.

I'm guessing these guys aren't the most tech savvy and figured that the thing had antique value. The latest bid for one of these things on Ebay, though, is a whopping two bucks. So, the thieves were neither avid readers nor particularly bright, as it turns out. Also, they took the computer but left all the 5.25 disks and the flippin' disk drive. Good luck with that, you schmucks.

But back to the DVD's, yeah it bites the big one. I can't even begin to imagine the worth, but it is easily over a thousand. The thin silver lining is that we kept out some of our favorites/most used items from storage, so those are okay. That includes the entire MST3K collection, so I'm lucky there.

Mrs. Mosley and I will indulge in a shopping spree this weekend to replace the most beloved disks, but the entire collection won't be replaced. It's just way too much. Thankfully, I have most of it catalogued on DVD Aficionado. Though I hadn't updated the list in a while, it's enough for me to get an idea of how much is gone.

That is all for now. Time to go sob quietly in the corner.

UPDATE: I did a tally of what is missing and the estimated worth (that is, what they sell for now as opposed to what I actually paid for them) is just over $3,000. And the sobbing continues...

Chickens!

And now, for reasons known only to Mrs. Mosley and myself, here are pictures of children hugging chickens:

"White Flour!"

I was absent for most of last week due to taking some time off for house inventory procedures, which will soon lead to putting it on the market to sell. You'll be sure to hear a lot more about that process as I go along.

I'm sure I'll have something incredibly witty to say later on, but in the meantime, here was a bizarre event I saw a news story on last week that I would have paid cash money to have seen in person (via Neatorama):

Saturday May 26th the VNN Vanguard Nazi/KKK group attempted to host a hate rally to try to take advantage of the brutal murder of a white couple for media and recruitment purposes.

Unfortunately for them the 100th ARA (Anti Racist Action) clown block came and handed them their asses by making them appear like the asses they were.

Alex Linder the founder of VNN and the lead organizer of the rally kicked off events by rushing the clowns in a fit of rage, and was promptly arrested by 4 Knoxville police officers who dropped him to the ground when he resisted and dragged him off past the red shiny shoes of the clowns.

“White Power!” the Nazi’s shouted, “White Flour?” the clowns yelled back running in circles throwing flour in the air and raising separate letters which spelt “White Flour”.

“White Power!” the Nazi’s angrily shouted once more, “White flowers?” the clowns cheers and threw white flowers in the air and danced about merrily.

“White Power!” the Nazi’s tried once again in a doomed and somewhat funny attempt to clarify their message, “ohhhhhh!” the clowns yelled “Tight Shower!” and held a solar shower in the air and all tried to crowd under to get clean as per the Klan’s directions.

At this point several of the Nazi’s and Klan members began clutching their hearts as if they were about to have a heart attack. Their beady eyes bulged, and the veins in their tiny narrow foreheads beat in rage. One last time they screamed “White Power!”

The clown women thought they finally understood what the Klan was trying to say. “Ohhhhh…” the women clowns said. “Now we understand…”, “WIFE POWER!” they lifted the letters up in the air, grabbed the nearest male clowns and lifted them in their arms and ran about merrily chanting “WIFE POWER! WIFE POWER! WIFE POWER!”

It was at this point that several observers reported seeing several Klan members heads exploding in rage and they stopped trying to explain to the clowns what they wanted.

Apparently the clowns fundamentally misunderstood the nature of the rally, they believed it was a clown rally and came in force to support their pointy hated brethren. To their dismay, despite their best jokes and stunts and pratfalls the Nazis and Klan refused to laugh, and indeed became enraged at the clowns misunderstanding and constant attempts to interpret the clowns instruction.

The clowns on the other hand had a great time and thought the Nazis were the funniest thing they had ever seen and the loud laughter of over 100 counter protesters greeted every attempt of the Nazis and Klan to get their message out, whatever that was.

THUD...THUD...THUD...

... goes my head against the wall:

Michael Cerenzie (Black Water Transit) and Christine Peters' new production banner, CP Productions, has nabbed its first project, optioning Joust, the arcade game that first debuted in 1982, from publisher Midway Games.

Though Joust has had several sequels, the original game, in which one or two players control a knight on a flying ostrich who combats flying buzzards, is best known.

JOUST?!?!?!?

JOUST?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Have these guys read the description of the game?

"A Knight".
"On A Flying Ostrich".
"Who Combats Flying Buzzards".

I'm speechless.

When The Last Picture Show residuals finally run out

I was in Planet Smoothie yesterday, and I saw this bag of soy crisps displayed on the counter:


Now either that's a really bad caricature of Albert Einstein in the bottom right corner, or Peter Bogdanovich has been reduced to hawking healthy snack foods to pay the rent.

Delroy Lindo Quote of the Month: September 2007

If you watched the movie Ransom within the past year, then you might have encountered some serious deja vu with Delroy Lindo's character. In it, he plays Lonnie Hawkins, an FBI kidnapping expert who is determined to get some rich couple's son back. Eleven years after this film was released, Lindo signed on to star in the TV series "Kidnapped". In this series he plays Latimer King, an FBI kidnapping expert who is determined to get some rich couple's son back.

Honestly, you wonder why they didn't just name him Lonnie Hawkins in the series just to see if anyone would notice and get the in-joke. Anyway, there's a moment in the movie where he's just arrived and has just begun to brief Mel Gibson's character on the situation. When the phone rings and Gibson goes to answer it, Lindo holds the reciever down while he gives Gibson a rundown of how he should handle the call, all while the phone continues to ring and ring and ring. It's a pretty tense scene:

Agent Lonnie Hawkins: "Any demands that come up, now you just agree. You let him know that he's in charge. Your only priority is getting your boy back. Get your boy back, you follow me? Now, you've gotta give us some time, Mr. Mullen. You ask to speak to your son. Ask for some sign that he's alive. Any information you can get. Then tell him he has an allergy. He has some medical condition. You wanna know what kind of weather is he in? Is he indoors? Is he outdoors? ARE WE SET?"

Agent Jack Sickler: "GO!"

Agent Lonnie Hawkins: "Get your boy back."