Down On Ferry Farm

In my quest to organize my life, I’m going through some old accounts and closing them down. As I traveled through life I made a spreadsheet of all the accounts I had signed up for: site name, account name and password. I may have missed one or two but it’s a pretty complete list. Don’t worry, the accounts I’m shutting down are not ones I use frequently. In fact, in shutting some of them down I found out the site had closed my account due to inactivity. I also found out that some of the sites no longer exist or had been transferred (bought out?) by another site. Okay, so the process is simple, right? I log in with my username and password and then close my account, cool? If that were only true. About half of the time I ended up using the “forgot my account” link because it said I was using the wrong password. In my compendium of passwords I have the password as “assmunch” for the site. I hit the link and it sends the account name and password to my e-mail account (a real security breach

I know that movies made in Hollywood are meant to be entertainment. I watched a couple of movies recently that defy that statement. House of Sand and Fog – I remember seeing the commercials for this movie and wanting to see it when it came out. Boy, would I have been pissed to see this stinker in the theater. Jennifer Connolly played a recently-divorced woman who has deluded herself into thinking everything is okay. She gets a knock on her door one morning telling her she’s just been evicted. At the same time, an Iranian immigrant has been eying the property, waiting for it to come up for sale. The woman is thrown out of the house and the immigrant buys the house. Everything seems like a done deal, right? Wrong. The woman gets entangled with a sheriff's deputy (thereby ruining him and his family) and tries to get the immigrant to give up the house (thereby ruining him and his family). She got a lot of letters telling her what was about to happen. As her lawyer tells her

Generally, I don’t like to review a movie after having JUST seen it. This movie is no exception. I had such a positive response to it; I wanted it to “simmer” for a while before I handed down judgment – just to see if, in the clear light of day, I still felt the same. The good news is that I do. The movie is shot in a smooth documentary-style. You would think this would be off-putting, but it really isn’t. I love the casual way the script is written. It is not hard at all to believe that people say these things to one another. I was also a big fan of the diversity shown – both in the wedding participants and the music that is played throughout. Without all the family drama that occurs, I’d love to go through a weekend like this. Conversations are sometimes carried from room to room flawlessly and without effort. If the director gave any more direction than “just talk to one another” I’d be amazed. Having said that, there were a couple of times where it seemed bits of scenes were thrown

In “Quantum Leap”, Scott Bakula stars as Sam Beckett who is part of a team of scientists that create a time-traveling machine. Sam steps into the time machine prematurely (due to the possible cancellation of the project) and vanishes. The introduction to the show sums it up: Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished .... He woke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home. At which point he ‘leaps’ into the body of a particular character and has to figure out who he is and what need