Summon your inner Shadowfax

Have you ever had a day where you felt you couldn't focus on anything? Did your most important tasks just seem to elude you? The marauding detractors, wild stallions galloping through your concious and less-concious, seem to pull you every which way in the stampede.

So, how does one tame such wild beasts? How does one secure the boundless grassland of ones own mind from the uncontrolled masses? The answer lies deep inside. Shadowfax, the lord or all horses, reigns supremely over his serf brethren. He claims their allegiance. Focus, will, and determination will drive out the needless distractions. Concentrate -- stretch out with your feelings.

-- in memory of Sofware Requirement Specification group, project for CS 426

X-Men 3 Rollercoaster

Well, this movie's been a rollercoaster, and I haven't even seen it yet. The hype first came out of no where. I didn't even know there were making another X-men movie until just a few weeks ago. I see a few trailers and start to get pretty excited. It looks intense. There are tons of new characters and a seemingly unending string of excitement that could keep anyone awake in a dark room, staring at the wall, for a couple hours. (Although, one of my more sleep-deprived friends informs me that this is not totally true.)

Then, today, after the extended Memorial weekend (which was great), I get a report on the less-appealing portions of the movie. Mystique, the painted woman, who wears nothing but the blue lacquer, through an awfully twisted plot, becomes the clad-less woman that she's always been, just without her acrylic covering. Nasty. The comments I've gotten do not doubt that the show could have gotten a more adult rating. That would have been nice, because you know they would have taken out the scene in order to tone the content down, making it available for more zombies to file into the theatres, contributing to the already $120mil blockbuster. That's a lot of Americans that have already shown themselves interested in buying pornography. Doesn't sound so glamorous or exciting when you think about it like that.

Waterloo

Perhaps it's not too different from admitting total defeat and loss of self respect by choosing this certain figure as one's avatar.

But, you know, if anyone belongs in the spud field or the hen house...

Wilkommen

Well, an illustrious start to another blog on the Internet. Why the Spud Field you ask. Well, what else could better represent a burgeoning treasure trove of such gems as can be found in the jtsnake blogosphere. This will be a fun little way of my getting to connect a little more with the outside world (as if there was anything beyond Rexburg, ID). jtsnake.com has such limited traffic, I guess I needed to get a footing somewhere more established.