I finally got to watch Heat Vision and Jack today, and this is the review:
Jack Black is almost physically unrecognizable in the lead role, due to him being so clean cut. He looks nothing like Nacho Libre, wearing his blue NASA suit instead of a brown tunic. The power-up scene, where sunlight unleashes the power of his brain, is considerably more compelling than when Bruce Banner would get angry and turn into The Hulk in the old television series. Jack was a NASA astronaut who got too close to the sun, and now becomes super-intelligent when the sun shines on him.
The pilot is filled with witty dialog, such as:
Heat Vision: Oh, Jack, is that blood?
Jack: The blood of tomatoes.
Sheriff: How high did your rocketship take you before you got totally baked?
Aside from the climactic scene happening in a strip joint, and the two bleeped out swear words, it was a funny show and I enjoyed it. It made me laugh. It would have been a worthy successor to Sledge Hammer’s spot. They even made the talking motorcycle more interesting to listen to than that loser Knight Rider’s faceless KITT.
But, I don’t think I had a TV in 1999, so probably wouldn’t have watched it even if it had been aired. Becky won’t like this show, though, so DON’T WATCH IT BECKY!!!
Somebody remind me to watch this; It looks pretty funny.
Heat Vision and Jack was created as a 1999 pilot for Fox. Written by Dan Harmon and Rob Schrab, directed by Ben Stiller, this series was passed over by Fox despite critical acclaim from those who’ve been lucky enough to see it.
The 30 minute pilot is about an astronaut (played by Jack Black) with a medical secret who is on the run from the evil Ron Silver and the rest of NASA, with the help of a talking motorcycle called Heat Vision (voiced by Owen Wilson).
The escalating price of gas never really hit me before.
I mean, sure, I’ve seen the gargantic numbers posted on the boards outside the gas station, but as I always pay with a card, all I do is dip it, pump, and leave. If I’m riding my motorcycle, I’ll look at how many gallons I pumped, to estimate my mileage and guesstimate how much tank I had left before running dry.
But the grand total pumped had always kinda missed getting my full attention.
At my new place of residense, however, the corner gas station only accepts cash. Oh, they probably accept cards, too, but you have to pay inside; no dip-and-run.
So the other day, with my tank running low, I walked in and gave them a five-spot. I hopped back on my motorcycle, and proceeded to pump… and finished so quick I was startled! I looked up, and the $5 had gotten me just barely a gallon and a half!
I remember, as a teen, being able to buy 5 gallons of gas for 5 dollars at a 76 station in Fremont. Nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress at this period in history.
I’d like to shout out a HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to my dear old dad. Love ya, pops!
And happy father’s day to the new dad of Zoe, born two days ago. Congrats, Bruce and Maryanne!
We got a new computer a week or so ago, and so I’m going through the process of re-loading all the applications, music, games, and whatever else goes on a home PC.
As always, I prefer Firefox for my internet browsing. When I installed it, I went browsing through their plug-ins, to see what is nifty and what isn’t. After dissing several of the more mundane, I found Sage.
Sage is a plug-in that operates like a bookmark, but it reads the syndication files of blogs. I was able to install it, give it the URL to the rss of my favorite blogs, and now it pops up on the side of my Firefox window when I summon it, and lists out the posts at the blogs of my choosing.
Previously, I had my customized Google homepage reading the rss of all your blogs, but this made Google take forever to come up when all I wanted was a new browser window.
Now, I can happily check Kim’s blog 15 times a day, in vain hope against the extremely low odds that she’s posted something new that day.