I seldom blog about the Day Job, but I hope you'll be tickled by
some recent whiteboard brainstorming performed by my
coworkers and myself. A departmental reorganization required
us to come up with a new group name:
Click for a big version, if you dare. It's pretty easy to detect
some of our algorithms. (Photo credit: Manny MacMillan.)
What is all this fuss I hear about the King's peach? How did they
make a movie about that? Was it a really good peach?
Why couldn't the King share his peach with commoners? That's outrageous! Did
the King have any other fruit to himself? Wait, what? … Oh,
that's quite different!
As I type, The King's Speech is #109 on IMDB's top 250 movies
of all time. I don't know about that, but it did win
four Oscars, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Actor,
and was nominated for eight others. So you probably don't need
me piling on, but: yeah, it's pretty good.
I usually do a brief plot synopsis in these movie posts, but I don't
think I need to bother in this case.
Instead, I'd just like to point out that it's pretty darned
odd for the perennial popularity of movies revolving around the
British royal family. Especially in America; do we really have
a hankering to know about the travails of an insanely wealthy
and probably too-powerful family, only in that position due
to accidents of heredity and sordid politics?
I can't explain it. Yet, I watched too, and enjoyed myself. Now I'm
persuading myself into feeling guilty about it. To make up, I'll steadfastly
ignore the upcoming wedding, OK?
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New Hampshire, the National Institutes of Health, or Major League