Amazing Race 10: Clueless In Seattle, Eyeless in Beijing

The screaming begins! And the show I love, love, love, is starting out in my old home, Seattle. I’m going to try to liveblog this one, too. Very boring for you, but fun for me, so deal.

AHHHHH! The sundial from the top of Gasworks Hill is the starting point. When Phil is on screen explaining the rules, my old neighborhood is just over his left shoulder, at the end of the high metal bridge. In other words, “I can see my condo from here.” And we’re off.

Racearoundtheworld! Many legs, no hints. 8 elimination point pitstops. And in this race, there will be surprises you never expected.

Aw, I used to ride my bike and walk right where the backpacks are. It’s raining, the sundial is broken.

The world is waiting, yadda.

Dang, nobody fell.

BEIJING! UA875 or KE26. $66.00

From experience, UA may be nonstop, KE Korean Air will be a connection.

Okay, already with the allahu akbar with the Muslim guys. They’re serious about their faith and interviewed that they’d stop and pray at the prescribed times no matter what. Power of prayer, but seriously, they may need the power of racing.

New titles.

Four cars left behind, they can’t get the Mercedes going, for some reason.

Models already stopping. Oddly, I can’t really make out where they’re all trying to get on I-5. Actually, they’d be better off taking Aurora 99 – which is the back way to the airport. Hee.

It’s not called “The Five,” Arti. It’s I-5.

Coalminer and his wife look like elimination fodder. They’re getting the directions for 99!

Hee, there’s a big accident downtown near my old church.

Anyone on 99 is golden.

Coalminers have seriously scary teeth, oh my God.

First to airport, the marathoners. Kentucky second to the airport. Good!

Oh, boy, praying. Inshallah.

Room for 6 teams on UA875, the later flight gets in an hour later.

Man, that girl with the artificial leg is fast on the flat. First to the counter. First on UA. Camera shot of prosthesis.

Models squeak. Kentucky knows it’s the fastest.

THRIFTY!! I’ve rented cars there, they SUCK!!!!

They are NOT in the parking garage, dudes.

Hah, hah.

Uh, that one couple is going to have problems. Rob and Kimberly, seriously, dial it back.

Gay team think the Korean flight is the better one. Not.

Asian guys are cute but stuck in traffic. However, they’re headed straight to Thrifty’s location on International.

Model boys get United. Duke and Lauren are 5th.

Lyn and Karlyn are… on United. SNAP! everybody books to Korean.

Gay guys are first on Korean, they accidently made the right choice.

Oh. No shaking women’s hands in Islam, girls. However, they do NOT believe in Buddha, you dumb blondes.

Ah hah – one of the Asian brothers said “Thank you” in Korean. They joked earlier about not being Chinese, so… maybe an advantage going to Asia first for them, maybe not.

Squirt guns???

Funny. TSA says NOT ALLOWED.

Doofuses.

Footshot after the marathon couple are pre-boarded because of her high-tech leg. Other teams complain, but suck it up and deal, Racers, she gets this little advantage, but she has to work extra hard to climb stairs.

Prayer. This must freak people out for a while until they get used to it.

Beijing! United was delayed. Marathoners run fast.

Taxi to Kwanmin’s Gold House Restaurant.

Kentucky is overwhelmed. They’re lucky they have a good driver.

The moms from Alabama mitch and bone. It’s not fair, apparently, that someone with a disability turns out to be so fast.

By the way, there’s 12 teams. Asian boys are last – Edwin and Godwin are their names.

ROADBLOCK??? on a season premiere??? It’s never been done, or shown on previous seasons! Cool!!! Team Daddy-Daughter gets the clue first, and it appears to be an eating challenge. Oh, HERE we go.

Fish cheeks I can eat, but fish eyes? Oh, nonnonononono.

Uh, oh, the eating challenge may be a problem for some faiths. I don’t know if this is “halal.”

The first big surprise is coming up when they get to the next thing, where they get departure times for the next morning.

There’s a chance someone may be eliminated in the first leg, they usually make this a double check.

Beauty queens or cheerleaders go to wrong restaurant.

Model boys snag a taxi better than Kentucky.

Beauty queens still lost.

Wow, a lot more teams got sucky cabs.

Everybody starts to arrive at the restaurant.

Other teams, ahead, head toward the meridian gate. Marathoners. They’re AWESome.

Daddy daughter – also 7am.

Moms: 7am

Modelboys grab the last 7am slot. You are so not in “ninjaland,” yobbos.

Kentucky arrives in the area of the gate. It’s a big place, though.

Tom and Jerry – they’ve got their own theme music in my head.

Cheerleaders celebrate with them – they both got 715am. Rah, girls. Not so awesome as Team Marathon.

Blondes done with eyeballs in 8th place. Kentucky finally finds the clue kiosk and pull 715am. Man, they do everything slowly.

The Brothers Cho are looking for an english speaking driver.

Vipul powered the eyes down – that was a little disturbing to see if they’d come back up for another look around.

Oh, my God, Edwin and Godwin are dead last, they just pulled up to the restaurant. The final time tag says simply “Last Team…” on the kiosk.

Cab problems.

Vipul and Arti, grabbed 730am.

Erwin and Godwin, grabbed the last tag with a time on it, also 730 am.

Muslim brothers… Bilal and Sa’eed, I think… they realize they have to check in at a mat, which we have not seen thus far. Everyone else is over there, standing off to one side, and Phil is visible. Eliminated!! and it’s not the true pit stop, it’s just the rest break. Every other season premiere has started out with an overnight somewhere, and then the elimination takes place at the end of the second half of the leg. OH, everybody moans for them. Everyone cries a little, even, it’s a really tough break.

Damn you, Bruckheimer! Damn you for doing that, and bless you for changing things in a much, much better way than “family edition.”

I wonder if there will be a second elimination at the Pit Stop, or if it will be a non-elim? That would also be unprecedented… and it would really screw someone to start out in China with no money for cabs.

Motorbikes to a pedicab stop.

Sarah’s leg is leaking hydraulic fluid. Uh, oh.

Uh, I don’t think the address is “14 Hoo-Ha North Bank Road,” Dad.

Marathoners arrive first, say “Nihau” as they get their clue. Hello to you, lady – by the way, your leg is leaking.

Detour: Labour or Leisure. Lay bricks, or go farther away, and do some Tai Ji Bai Lung.

All four first teams choose Labour.

Aw, that’s cute, Vipul shouted “Let’s go, Team Karma.” He’s wearing a Buddha shirt. Now I’m confused, and will have to go back to their intro clip, as I assumed they were Hindus as they lit something and prayed. Or maybe they’re just messing with us.

Uh, Sarah may have some problems with her knee here, so she’s handing the bricks to Peter.

And it looks like nobody is laying out the bricks in the right pattern. Models get the border right first. Moms haven’t noticed the trick with the border, but they’re starting to suspect.

Tom and Jerry are the first to opt for Leisure. Traffic jam.

Vipul and Arti are lost. And last.

Moms have figured out the border. Models are done first. They clue up and head to Juyonquan, where they must scale the Great Wall.

Marathoners Second. Sarah squeals with delight about scaling the wall??? well, she sure has the arm muscles for it.

Model boys can’t find a cab willing to go there.

Kentucky starts laying brick.

Model boys bum out in their cab.

Moms done in fourth.

Whoa, Kentucky Man is strong, he loads up about 7 of the big grey bricks and walks them over to the work area. Meanwhile, Rob and Kimberly commence to load-test their impending freakout, because they haven’t figured out the border.

Oh, no cheering, please.

Tom, Jerry, and Team Cheer learn how to do Tai Ji.

Edwin tries to steal Kentucky’s big bricks. They laugh it off, it’s cute. “My bad.”

Tai Ji looks really hard — they have to balance a ball on a little paddle.

Peter gives Sarah a big pep talk about climbing. Daddy Daughter rip on by the road.

Oh, God. Stairs. Sarah really has to work hard. “You are my girl. You are a world-class athelete…” but they went up the wrong way. They re-orient (heh, they’re in China, they have to) and get to the climbing ropes after the model boys.

Jeez, this looks really hard, the climbing rope has little loops. Sarah is really struggling, she can’t get off the ground.

Oh, GOD, this SUCKS. Why the hell didn’t the producers roll out some ascenders that can be used by one foot? We’ve seen those before.

Models first to the top. Team number one, Tyler and James, you win $20,000. Don’t blow it all in one place (bad joke)

Daddy struggles. Daughter cries, and they’re second, and she still has to climb.

Sarah finds her power and screams in triumph. Oh, man, I have to stop and cry here. It’s funny and wonderful, too. Now Peter mutters that he has to figure out how to get up the wall and not look like a dingaling. Wow, he’s cool.

Daddy Daughter check in second.

Peter makes it to the top. They are third. THIRD!!!!

Kentucky bickers and lays brick. Done.

Beauty Queens at the wall. Rob and Kimberly take off for the pit stop. Kentucky says either “good bye” or “thank you” in Chinese to some people that helped them find a cab. They’re surprisingly awesome, if a little rough around the edges and whiny.

Moms somehow get to the base of the wall. Karma is not having any good karma.

Tom and Jerry complete their routine.

Beauty queens in fourth.

Cheergirls complete their Tai Ji.

Kentucky: bicker or zip it or sumpin.

Moms still at the base of the wall.

Karma and Team Cho both finish, Rob and Kim are still finding a taxi.

Tom and Jerry pass up Kentucky at the base of the Wall. Never walk, KY.

Moms are both unable to start – the first one can’t get a foot up.

Tom is crying and screaming.

Team Karma finally finishes and jets.

Kentucky urges on Tom and her husband.

The one mom is STILL at the bottom, flat on her ass. Seriously, I’m not sure if you’re supposed to put your feet in the loops, or your hands and walk up.

Lyn, the mom, is finally most of the way up the wall. Kentucky Mary’s teeth are Austin Powerslike in their scariness, poor thing.

Rob and Kimberly, making up a serious deficit, check in fifth.

Cheer: sixth. Rah

Erwin and Godwin, Team Cho, check in seventh. Whoa!!!! Killer arms!

Tom and Jerry celebrate eighth place with a little “we made it we made it we made it” dance.

Kentucky Mary is struggling. As for the Moms, I guess that it’s Karla that went up first. Lyn comes up and they check in ninth.

Kentucky Mary and Dave check in, she’s crying and they’re tenth. She obviously thought they were last, as she alternately apologized and snapped at Dave all the way up the wall. She adjusts her bra strap and gives everybody but her husband a hug first. Including Phil. Do not touch the Phil, Mary. Do not snap your bra strap on international TV.

Team Karma starts up the wall, at last and last. Vipul puts it away, and Arti starts up. She seems to do fairly well.

Last team to arrive. Eliminated!!! Why is Vipul’s T-shirt spelled “Colege?” He swapped out the Buddha one.

Aw. They just could not get a leg up, sad to say. They had trouble with bad traffic, bad cabs, and didn’t seem to be able to communicate or navigate well with their drivers. Also, they had major problems with the bricks. I think they might have done a lot better if they’d chosen “Leisure.”

So that’s it – 2 teams gone already. I’m bummed that suddenly it’s not as interestingly diverse as it started out to be, but I’m looking forward to seeing how the remaining teams handle racing the wrong way around the world.

Peter and Sarah get the “Most Awe-Inspiring” award. I like the father-daughter team – she’s gay, and he cried on camera about his disappointment at that. Yikes. Aside from that, they’re on the “like” list. Beauty Queens and Cheerleaders are on my “meh” list. I’m not too crazy about Rob and Kimberly, the bickering couple, but she did rock the wall in the end after they sorted out their taxi/traffic issues. Model boys are actually kind of cute, and not too stuck on themselves. They struggled a lot and made jokes
about themselves – self-deprecating humor goes a long way on this show, my friends.

The moms kind of annoy me, but they did eventually get up the wall, and got to enjoy that moment of triumph. Suck it up, ladies, and stop worrying about what the marathoners are doing.

Edwin and Godwin, the Brothers Cho? They’re kind of cute, too. Also, they’re hep with the locals in some ways, and charmingly out of their element in other ways. Like.

And now… I’ll be wondering what the Golden House Restaurant did with all those eyeless fish-heads. Blearg.

Immortal: A Perfectly Dreadful, but Beautifully Rendered Movie

Immortal DVD | Movie and TV Reviews | SCI FI Weekly

Oh, lucky day. I was channel surfing just now and stumble onto the opening credits of tonight’s SciFi.com “scinema” feature, Immortal. Struck by the oddity of just one character so far being played by a fully human actor, and most others with some sort of weird CGI overlay, I decided to record it and see what happens. So far, there’s ripoffs of concepts from the original Stargate movie (Egyptian gods emerging from sarcophagi), stylistic nods to Blade Runner, the Fifth Element, the European science fiction magazine Heavy Metal, and some seriously loopy and disjointed plotting, dialogue, and editing.

Also, there’s a beautiful pale girl who cries blue tears and seems to be some sort of criminal with odd medical quirks. Here’s what I found out so far:

Immortal may be the most jarring of the bunch, in part because it has the most ga-ga storyline, but also because the CGI is not just limited to its gorgeously detailed portrayal of a futuristic Manhattan. (Those scenes, taken by themselves, are among the best in film history.) The same tech is also used on most of the characters. Hardy, Kretschmann and Rampling are the only principals recognizable as flesh-and-blood human beings. The several other characters, God and Mortal, human or otherwise, are all created by actors whose performances have been overlaid with CGI makeup designed to make them look various degrees of odd—and it’s sad to report that none of these works at all well. They might have been tolerable enough, were they the norm for the film, but when constantly contrasted with the intermittent appearances of people with pores, they break the suspension of disbelief that keeps an audience emotionally invested. Combine this with a truly elliptical story structure, which refuses to establish key points until well after the midway point, and therefore doesn’t congeal as a narrative until well into the movie’s running time, and you emerge with a film that’s easy to admire as a spectacle but hard to care about as a story.

Okay, I’m in. I may not watch it all tonight – David’s out of town and I’m at loose ends as far as entertainment, and I can only listen to so many Eureka podcasts without needing a break.

And I agree that the cityscapes in the first 10 minutes are breathtakingly beautiful. Apparently I’ve already seen the two fleshpersons. So let’s hit “lay” and see what we have.
LATER:
Oh. Well, that was a different entertainment experience. The story made AB-sofriggin-LUTELY no sense, but there were several sexy scenes. Lots of CGI gore. And a frickin’ space shark!
And the whole thing remained distressingly uncongealed, narrative-wise. Still, it was nice to look at and had an interesting sound track. Not a perfectly dreadful so much as a dreadfully incomprehensible one. In the end, we are left with a blue baby that can turn into a fluffy blue hawk that eats Parisian doves. Aaaand… credits.

Missing?

Okay, this is weird. A consultant for my corporate client has gone missing. We didn’t book his travel, so we don’t have access to his records, so we don’t know if he’s checked in for his flight home today. The office where he was consulting has mobilized to try to find him; apparently he had a problem all week with finding his way around and kept getting hopelessly lost. Someone was to lead him to the airport earlier this morning, but he took off on his own without waiting for her, and hasn’t been heard from. Hasn’t returned his rental car, either (I have a contact with the rental car agency). They’re really very concerned and now they’re calling his wife to get more information.

Poor man, I hope he’s at the gate waiting for his flight, after abandoning his car somewhere within sight of the airport, and I hope he’ll be okay.

The alternative is that he’s driving around and around, unable to call anyone because his cell isn’t working. The rental car agency doesn’t have “lojack” technology on the car, so we just have to wait and see if he turns up. As of right now, he’s “not late” for a confirmed reservation (that’s as much information as the airline was willing to give me due to confidentiality rules).
UPDATE: He showed up at the airline counter, 45 minutes late for his flight, after taking 5 hours to go 25 miles. He thought he’d made pretty good time, and only missed one turn. He also managed to return his rental car to the right location, where we’d thought maybe he’d just abandon it anywhere within walking distance of the airport. So he’s okay, but his colleagues were sure worried about him.

Five Years On

5 years ago, the skies over America were silent – no commercial flights, no private planes, and nothing flying other than birds and the occasional jet fighter on patrol over major cities like Chicago.

I will never forget the leaden feeling of dread and grief that I carried around with me those first few days and weeks. During the nation-wide “flight hold,” it was hard to sleep at night, because the familiar roar of jets overhead on their way into and out of O’Hare was absent. The lack of something that I had previously found mildly annoying made for long, silent nights.

David was caught out of town in Toronto, Canada on a training session. His company (a small software concern) lost one person aboard one of the flights. My company lost at least 11, who had worked in the World Trade Center. We had all lost something incalculable.

There were occasional moments of joy; at work, we were finally able to start trying to book people flights to get home from where-ever they’d been stranded, and the first few flights overhead were cause for celebration (the building I work in is occasionally on the flight path, too). I remember one large 747, only the 2nd or 3rd plane we’d heard, actually approached on a lower flight path than usual, farther from the building, so we could see them as if they were passing in review. We stood at the windows and
waved as if we could be seen, knowing that aboard that aircraft, people were probably waving out at us, relieved to finally be arriving somewhere.

At home, I sat on the front porch one afternoon for an hour or so, until David drove up in his Canadian rental car, after he dropped off his co-worker. I greeted him like a soldier home from the wars, and felt guilty for getting my husband back when so many people had lost family a few days before. He had taken off on the last normal day in America, September 10th. The next day, we dropped the car off at O’Hare, where overflow lots full of dusty, road-weary rental cars from all over the country
filled every space, as yet more flights took off from the runway across the road. It was the most beautiful sight I’d yet seen that week, because it was sunset and everything was gently gilded. Chain link fences, rows upon rows of unwashed cars, and ascending aircraft silhouetted by the sun: all were beautiful.

Since then, I’ve gone from supporting “the President I didn’t vote for who maybe could be a leader after all,” to discounting “that idiot whose minions maneuvered him into the Oval Office.” He lost me not long after we went into Iraq; I desperately needed to believe he and Tony Blair were right and the reasons we were going there were valid. When I realized they weren’t, and we’d gone to war on a hunch and a hope, he lost me for good. It started, though, when Bush wore that ridiculous flight
suit on the deck of the aircraft carrier, and the mission was so obviously not accomplished. I realized we as a nation were being shamelessly manipulated.

Last night, as I was leaving a grocery store near work, a passenger jet flew low and slow into the overhead clouds, slipping in and out of the silvery greyness of a wet September evening. I recalled how 5 years ago, the skies were silent, and wept as I drove home with my mundane groceries rolling around on the seat behind me. I hope we won’t endure another attack like that again, but try to steel myself to be ready to deal with it if necessary. We can’t “win”a
“war” against a religio-political strategery, if our very efforts to “win” are the most successful recruiting tool for the people whose particular strain of religious faith leads them to kill and maim non-believers.

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