Will Bueché

»

Blog

I don't blog much 

A sigh for a future

Posted in Personal by Will on Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 ~ 10pm

Sometimes it feels like we’re just waiting for New York to go foom, and to enter a depression stronger than the one we’ve been in, one that might last for a decade. It would, I suppose, lead our government to focus on the United States — improving public works, building roads and schools and such, improving what we have left everywhere else. And would politicians deny health care for the millions in the radius around who were suffering from radiation? They couldn’t.

So, amid the terribleness, there could be some good growth of infrastructure. But only those too young to be aware of the tragedy would feel unadulterated pleasure from those improvements (from attending better schools, from walking on better-designed sidewalks, from having a free quotient of health care, from better career planning, and so on); everyone else would be aware that all the improvements were designed to make us feel better because of you know.

I’m not advocating it. I am just trying to see what good outcomes we could have the perseverance to produce if such a tragedy happened. Unfortunately, all the good would take years before it was noticeable.

We need a good initiative in this country now. A new tech bubble that doesn’t burst, a new energy technology that lets us bypass the Middle East entirely, something that would make everything cheaper…

Buffy Maquette from Sideshow Collectibles

Posted in Personal by Will on Monday, December 28th, 2009 ~ 5pm

Sideshow Collectibles is resuming their interest in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, in the form of some statues.

This one shows off Buffy waiting, with carefully calculated casual disrespect, for a bad guy to return to his throne room.

Sideshow says there will be a Willow and a Faith as well. No word on price yet, or even if this sculpt has been approved yet. I think it’s rather good. I like the go-go boots era. The chair is a bit too scary for me, but I realize it has to be in order to convey that sense of disrespecting the evil & vain.

The Big One

Posted in Personal by Will on Monday, December 28th, 2009 ~ 12pm

The burnt-balls bomber has served only to take our attention away from the real problem we face: the intent by Islamists to set off a nuclear bomb in the United States.

As irritating as it is to hear we’ll all be wearing diapers on planes and be forced to pee and poop while remaining in our seats, this is all a sideshow. The destruction of a few hundred people in an airplane (and I certainly worry about me or someone I love being one of them) is nothing compared to the intent of the uncivilized to obliterate millions.

Their sending of a rich kid from London (he’d been a student in London for years) to burn up his shorts on an airline was a distraction, nothing more — something to keep us panicked while they work at whatever their real plot is.

Lost dream

Posted in Dream by Will on Saturday, December 26th, 2009 ~ 4pm

My dreams are clearly at an all-time-low in terms of creativity. Last night I again ripped off a tv show for my dream content.

I was in an episode of Lost, a new season, and I was excited to see where the new season would go. But it was a bit too surprising. The season began with Hurley, Sayyid, me, and someone else, taking a road trip to a city on the island. A city which was obviously Boston, but which the show’s producers were trying to convince the audience was just a Boston-like city on the island by including dialogue along the lines of “wow, a small city on the island, who knew? Those Dharma Initiative folks built a lot!”.

The city was still populated. Our arrival in the city was a trap, for when the highway mysterious ended and we had to abandon our vehicle, our vehicle was impounded, and we were left on our own with very little money and just the clothes on our backs. We found a flop-house sort of hotel and slept two to a bed. Finding food was difficult too.

The dream at some point turned into an audio-only dream. At some points I realized that not only was I ad-libbing dialogue, but I had no idea what the actual script was at all, for that matter. I decided I was giving the editor “choices”.

We hoped eventually the rest of the island folks would realize we’d been missing for an extraordinarily long time and would realize we’d been stranded here.

I never said the dream was interesting.

past »