tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42209528456819411012012-01-11T21:46:09.380-05:00I don't want your love to bring me down.TSnoreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-84074520340118660472011-12-13T13:11:00.001-05:002011-12-13T13:23:37.019-05:00

To the Roof of the Sky by Bill Mallonee In a pinch, this is probably my favorite Vigilantes of Love song. I see that Bill has a new collection of tunes out, The Power and the Glory, which I hope to give a listen soon. I've been revisiting some old V.O.L. albums recently while uploading all my music to Google, and I hadn't realized how much I'd missed them.

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David Fincher directs Rick Springfield in 1985's The Beat of the Live Drum. Here, he wrings plenty of bleak charm out of the apocalypse and shows us (unbelievably, by the :41 mark) that Springfield is at least three different people. To what end, I have no idea. (I should probably watch the whole video-documentary thingy again, seeing how it's only been twenty-six and a half years since I last

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-46189434587184599522011-11-29T19:36:00.001-05:002011-12-27T13:01:38.717-05:00

Here's some pretty neat Blade Runner info and behind the scenes stuff from Doug Trumbull's website. The link details the opening "Hades" shot. Sure hope Trumbull is on tap for the sequel's special effects!

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If Catherine O'Hara, Rick Moranis, Eugene Levy, and John Candy don't elicit a belly laugh or two here, you might want to run down to the shoebox doc and get in line to see what parts need fixin'!

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Imladris Standing in the elf forge, staring at the snow on the remade sword I barely feel the cold, cannot even remember to breathe as time uncoils, takes me down the long steps of destiny to something I never wanted but have unfailingly wandered into the arms of. Men want nothing that is theirs (it turns out) unless it is fought for, even if the battle is completely imaginary. Would

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The first time I saw you, you were being murdered and spewed onto the ceiling by Freddy Krueger. Caught in a rip current of gore like that, it’s safe to say the bright stars of heaven weren’t illuminating your path, but man, you had to start somewhere. Next time I glimpsed you, 21 Jump Street had its TV ratings coiled tightly around you. I hardly paid attention, though something

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As long as we’re dreaming, keep your jet packs and flying cars. I’ll just have the Olympic-size pool filled with champagne, and holographic Bond girls turning laps endlessly.

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Trapped in 1985. The theater marquee in the photo says Pee-wee's Big Adventure, so that narrows this bubble of causality down to a handful of weeks during the early fall. Scritti Politti, Tears for Fears, and Go West overlap in my brain, working toward a resonance cascade that will not fully implode for another twenty-six years. Foop.

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Now this is righteously edited, and totally works. Best four minutes and twenty-two seconds of 1970s film footage I've seen in years!

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Shooting stars skirt the make-believe sky, helped along by the cosmic acid the man in shades handed you an hour ago. Nintendo seemed like a good idea for a while there, but no, no... Why am I fifteen feet tall? The thread of my pulse rockets around in Celtic knots, spanning the globe to bring me the constant variety of blood circulation. Don't call the hospital. I'll be fine. I'll be...

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A moment before the apocalypse that never happened I walked around the neighborhood falling in lust with Liz Phair's voice, wondering at the skein of memories tangled within the songs and feeling my skin tighten into gooseflesh as the movie-credits song built to its crescendo of harmonies: You better roll me home.

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Last Friday I finally got to see Blade Runner: The Final Cut, and weeeooowwwwwww, this thing is awesome. I was completely delighted with it while being more than aware that reason was abandoned long ago concerning the addition of more versions of this film. I mean, this makes what, the fifth released cut? It's all good as far as my obsession is concerned, and this was without a doubt the most

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-82215810085044287112011-02-18T22:29:00.002-05:002011-02-18T22:31:44.766-05:00

ZürichThe trip was going fine untilI ran into my ex-loverin a Sprüngli,and she had the nerve to lie to the clerkas she tugged her collar downjust so, telling him withan angelic look on her face that I had said she tasted like fine chocolate.

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It's only coincidence that the Captain America: The First Avenger trailer aired last night, because I'd been on a Steve Rogers kick for a few days prior. And some time over the weekend it hit me just how much I like the Super-Soldier costume, particularly on the cover below: Then there's this highly cool action-figure mod. I'd make a mad dash to buy this one today if it was on the racks: (Via)

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Brilliant stuff; especially love the camera move tracking the jet through lotus girl's posed hand, and I also dig the jet becoming the line of text.

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I had this video posted a while back until it got yanked from YouTube. We'll see how long it stays around this time. "Snowbound" was written in the mid '80s by Donald Fagen and Walter Becker and included on Kamakiriad from '93. Video directed by Michel Gondry.

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The spiritual gravity well of my devil-may-care life put me here, I think, managing this ex-convenience store turned smoke shop catty-corner across from the Dixie Dandy on the road to Pendleton. Kenny Rogers and Lucy Lawless stopped in one afternoon and bought two cartons of Muratti Eleganza Rosso Slims. At least I think it was them. I didn’t get a good look at her since she never took off her

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-37241849493507711322011-01-27T22:54:00.006-05:002011-02-02T08:25:04.519-05:00

Let’s get down to it, my little double-quantum cursor.Simulacrum program installed, my ex-wife’s DNA tagged,and now we can reboot this relationship harmlessly, virtually,and see just exactly what the problem was to begin with.Ah, I see it plain as day now – I gave you my soul right outof the gate, didn’t I? Well, let’s throw it a curve this time.How about we turn the passion down to .01 so I can

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-12950395212199288902011-01-08T00:13:00.002-05:002011-01-08T00:16:04.207-05:00

Things that run through your mind when you're a transvestite purse snatcherlooking for a score in Atlanta: It is very hard to be sexy and sassy while making a clean getaway. My lips are so dry, I'd kill for some Bonne Bell right now.I love Atlanta, but these old ladiesgot no fashion sense whatsoever.I am so stupid. Wearing a short skirt onsuch a windy day was a baaaaad idea.Okay, time for a new

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-3681769393856346442011-01-06T22:40:00.002-05:002011-01-20T12:59:29.040-05:00

Awesome song and a stellar live performance. Looks like Mr. Dolby will be hitting the road in 2011, although nothing definite has been announced.

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Registration jitters. The snaking lines of students fill me with a dread I can taste. I hope the classes I want are not all filled up. A guy whose face I recognize is having problems over a five-dollar balance due, and I overhear him sheepishly admit that the amount was for bags of ice he'd charged to the school while getting ready to party in Knoxville, Tennessee. Turns out one of my now-dead

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-11081052140738974942010-12-27T21:51:00.000-05:002010-12-27T21:51:26.485-05:00

Richard Donner's motorhomeis all off limits and stuff,they say. Chah. It doesn't matter.I can just imagine what it'slike, all shag carpety andoozing the smell of grilledsteaks and fine cigars.For a few minutes beforethe mists roll in, I betthe sun glints off expensiveliquor bottles that StevenSpielberg has personallyunstoppered and sniffed.Bad thing is, these old kidsare on their way down. Look,

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-20920298991893098942010-12-10T21:46:00.002-05:002010-12-11T09:33:42.551-05:00

Short walk to the end of the diving board,dropping into the deep end where chlorineburns my sinuses.Eyes closed, dog paddling toward the side of the pool, usingmy ancientability to float and kick, I'vesucceeded in obliterating the little death in fivequick steps. Now if onlythird grade would turnout as easy.

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Two beers into my day at the salt flats,I interviewed the Russian gynecologistbefore his attempt at setting a new worldland speed record. Something didn’t seemright. That is to say, something else didn’tseem right. Maybe it was the narwhal hornprotruding from the front of the rocket car.He said his great-grandfather was Inuit, so I’ll give him that one. No, I think it was theimploring way he

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At last year’s cold and flu expo,I saw Billy Joel chatting up the Comtrex girls. Go, Joe, I remember thinking. It’s stillrock ‘n’ roll to me, man.Rounds were made and endlessfreebies gathered, despite theirrational fear of bumping intoSpringsteen next, maybe, and being convinced I'd finally fallenso far down the rabbit hole I'd never see daylight again. Dream within a dream within a marketing

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...with more to watch on Netflix than could possibly be healthy, but such is the future. The preliminary list for instant streaming:Battlestar GalacticaNed's Declassified School Survival GuideBuffy the Vampire SlayerX-FilesInvader ZimFuturamaBabylon 5Addams FamilyBetween this and the nearly four gigs of comics on my Droid X, all I can reasonably say is I'll see ya in 2013, or whenever the muse

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JT says to meI don't know if I likeTrent Reznor's soundtrackwork for The Social Network.It's missing something --some edge that Year Zero,Ghosts I-IV, or even hisstuff from Quake had --but hey, leave me outof this and don't quote medirectly.Sure thing man, I say.Secret's safe here.Then JT says,Y'know why I gave up Facebook?On a good day the site hadmore bugs than there are antsin the Amazon, not

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-65208723179822319502010-09-24T15:05:00.000-04:002010-09-24T15:05:20.831-04:00

Hunting the dragon whileinside the dragonis my greatest trick.We're both deceived, hunter and hunted, consumed and consumer,doing our little turnthrough the guts ofreality, looking for something sharp to setus free so the real battle can finallybegin.

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Virtual dreaming at 2 AM on BerlinCourt. The gunshotswill come later,about the timeI decide to move.

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Things are going so well that I went to a private showing of Resident Evil: Afterlife this afternoon (alright, so I was the only person there; but that made it MY theater, which is almost the same thing), and I'd gladly pay to see it again. I have not been a proponent of the 3D movie craze (still haven't seen Avatar), but I am happy that I managed to see my first big screen RE movie, and even

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That night I was thinking about the flashpointof gummy bears, or maybe it was ectoplasm breakingthrough, a sticky reminder that there wouldn't beenough room on the trestle for soul and body to squeak through this one still entwined.Had I known that gambling my retirement on ecto derivatives, the pursuit of that intangibleiron horse, would result in a 3 AM collision of desire and fatal kinetic

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Inception just vaulted right up there among Children of Men, Pulp Fiction, and The Matrix on my personal list of best movies ever. As with those films, superlatives fail me -- but I'll churn out a few anyway.Hans Zimmer's score was profoundly good, and Leonardo DiCaprio's performance was great. The wealth of layers to be plumbed in the film will no doubt keep me thinking for a while, but that's

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-17589251807011243472010-09-03T23:56:00.003-04:002011-01-06T22:25:52.228-05:00

Been enjoying the heck out of Sole Inhabitant this week. I'd picked up a host of new music last weekend through a promotional deal on emusic.com, and this is the one I've kept returning to. Guess I've been a Dolbyhead all along and managed to keep the blinds pulled even on myself, 'cause this is great stuff. Some of it has a Steely Dan-lite jazzy take, which was a surprise.

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I heard analoq's Commander Keen 4-inspired tune man sieht sich galaxie for the first time in July 2004, and fell instantly in love with it. I've probably heard it a few hundred times since then, and such are the charms of analoq's remix that it has yet to lose any of its luster for me. Check it out if you haven't already:analoq - man sieht sich galaxie (More info on the tune here)Just the other

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-65919695872503200752010-08-24T11:42:00.004-04:002010-08-28T08:30:13.233-04:00

Yer a surly monsta, y'are.Shoutin threats, promisin my doom,while I'm weavin in and out ofa spastic slideshow before each ragged sandal descends, explodes another building,scatterin a motley crowdamong dust and debris.Folks are dazed, movin much slower than I would've thoughtpossible in the wake of sucha phenomenon, but go figure.No dust is settlin on my ass,that's for damn sure -- cause I've

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-41487360376586223302010-08-23T23:29:00.000-04:002010-08-23T23:29:08.001-04:00

When I saw this poster I let out an involuntary "Whoa!" So I saved it to the desktop and chuckled when I saw that the pic was indeed named "whoa". The film is due to be released on dvd on October 19th.(Poster via LiveActionAnime.org)

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via The Art of Randall Whiteis

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Cecille was at Lippy Santiago’s last night, throwing back a fewwhile doing karaoke. I’d stopped by since it was on the way homeand old habits die hard, but I didn’t expect to see her there. She puton a good show, really she did, but I cut out when Cliff Richard’s “We Don’t Talk Anymore” painted the room a shade too nostalgicfor me; and besides, I’ve never been a big fan of Cliff. Maybe I’ll grow

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“We had an outline and George changed everything in it," Kurtz said. “Instead of bittersweet and poignant he wanted a euphoric ending with everybody happy. The original idea was that they would recover [the kidnapped] Han Solo in the early part of the story and that he would then die in the middle part of the film in a raid on an Imperial base. George then decided he didn’t want any of the

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We've escaped from Taris on the Ebon Hawk, gotten through the Sith blockade, and now find ourselves wandering the grassy plains of Dantooine in order to complete the third task assigned by the Jedi Council. Sounds like a typical daydream for me, but here's where this one intersects reality: I first played Knights of the Old Republic on the Xbox for several months off and on soon after it came

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-5036377247855712582010-08-12T23:04:00.002-04:002010-08-12T23:06:06.509-04:00

Now I know why Batman put in an appearance that day. Thanks, Darkseid!

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The Japanese woodcutrising up slo-mo on the horizonruins the spell in this little tourist trap. Runningto high ground seems like a good plan, but it's impossible to outrace the behemoth, its appendagesplunging through the narrow streets, scatteringthe morning into surreal mists.

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I saw him last heaving up great palletsof packing tape and mylar bags,the better to gather his flock around.His ship, the Particulate Matter,often ran aground but this never, everstopped him making his deliveries.He’d hoof it through the squidgysandbars with a bundle of nostalgiabulging over each shoulder.He often carried on about beingat the front in the war against unremembered dreams, which he

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Stuck in this Soweto chop shopwaiting for the call. More junkhas moved in and out of here than anybody could possiblykeep track of. Three differentcolors of paint on the building’s exterior. I call it camo from hell, and that’s swell. Stalefishing El Toro helped landme here, created this loophole, gave me the courage to keep it up. Made me the guardian of something I can never understand,

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Riding shotgun with a dead trucker, rolling into the mill to pick up a load. Somehow the guard shack has become a uniquely personalized hologram interface that speaks soothingly in the form of the best guess as to who this guy's soul mate is within a hundred parsecs. I'm gobsmacked by this techno wonder so much that I'm now oblivious to whatever miracle has allowed him back from the grave

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Imdb news

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Six-hour ride to the beach on my moped to face the apocalyptic surf. Soon as I stop I realize my cell phone's been lost along the way. I'm not supposed to be here. The waves cough up rolling house-size chunks of foam, and I stand staring trying to remember the place as it was, watching as some fool ventures into the edge of the water and his girlfriend runs after, fighting to get a hand on

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-62784814481869677932010-06-09T23:45:00.008-04:002011-03-30T22:58:59.561-04:00

Had a blast at HeroesCon, but I think I'm dealing with mild depression now that it's over. Or I don't know, maybe I was depressed before, and this just got it kick started good. Let's analyze the situation, shall we? Please ignore anything that sounds bitter. Blogging is funny like that.Day Only (Saturday): Ah, I remember last year, just like it was...last year. The one-cup coffee maker in the

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Finished watching Ghost in the Shell 2.0 last night and was once again blown away. I have no problems with the addition of CGI in some sequences; in fact, they looked so good I'm ready to check it out yet again. The other animation has never looked better, and the new "amber" color scheme, while taking some getting used to, works for me. I watched it with the audio on Japanese 5.1 with English

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I'd completely missed out on Prisoners of Gravity, but just watched this installment via Neil Gaiman's blog. What a blast from the past! Not only does revisiting the series' inception in such detail whisk me right back to the early 90s, but it also really makes me want to re-read the complete Sandman. I think I'll avoid the absolute editions, though; one good look at v.2 at the library the other

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They said he was having a pretty good nightuntil his head got torn off on that church sign.Considering this, drinking beer through a strawin the back of an off-duty school bus parked in the yard of a pretty girl you've never seen before,you feel a little sideways. It's dark as hell out in the country, and come to think of it,you have only the vaguest idea where you are. Eventually you wander

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Vielen, vielen Dank an meinen guten Freund Keith für das Geschenk der so viele coole, alte Comics!

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Einstein and Hawking seem to agree that this is a four-dimensional universe, with the fourth spatial dimension being what we perceive as time. So, it's not that the fourth dimension is time, it's more like time is the shadow of the fourth dimension and it's only our perception that we're moving through it.I realized I've touched upon this, seemingly, throughout my entire writing career. I've got

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This blog be riddled with pirate nonsense yet! And rumor has it one of them red envelopes is on a heading to me home port bearing Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End for the weekend. Never ye mind that it was all pure coincidence and accident and such, in a manner not unlike the course of me own life, 'cause it weren't on any of me charts that tomorrow happens to be International Talk Like a

TSnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-7274239876841551752009-09-11T15:10:00.006-04:002010-03-12T11:39:59.838-05:00

Supersaturated Keira Knightley underwatershouldn't tickle the lensof my imagination as much as it doesBut then I've alwayshad a weakness forbrunette mermaids singing me onto the rocks one delicious lungfulof death at a time.(Inspired partially by this from NPR.org today, and having recently watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest for the first time.)

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We've one more show to go before moving on to season 2, and I can't remember when I've laughed more at a series. Rather than ruin any jokes by embedding clips here, I'll just strongly encourage you to check 'em out if you're so inclined. It's full of the kind of absurdity and gags that made AbFab and Vicar of Dibley so much fun.

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(Disclaimer: I'm aware of the Roman Catholic Church's stance on human cloning, but let's forget about that for a moment, or better yet, fill in the blanks with your own sci-fi future conspiracy theory, and go with the following...)At Issue is Your SoulI was cloned from a cellfrom an eyebrow follicle pluckedfrom the head of Edward Kennedy.But remember, pleasewhen I die, whatever opinionyou form of

TSnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-88178433468982518412009-08-19T16:47:00.006-04:002010-12-18T18:19:43.182-05:00

I seem to be on a roll lately of posting favorite YouTube videos only to find shortly thereafter that the user has had them removed for mysteriously violating terms of service. I give this one a week. Enjoy!

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Just. Too. Cool.

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The prevailing sentiment I'm left with after my HeroesCon weekend is that I'm pretty lame for not checking it out sooner. Sure, life gets in the way and all that, but I've lived within four hours of Charlotte for nearly 15 years, and I can offer no good excuses for never even making a pass at going until this year. Some mysteries will remain just that, I guess. So without further ado, here's the

TSnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-70001308955416948732009-06-13T19:08:00.009-04:002010-03-12T11:37:53.901-05:00

Picked up a good used VHS copy (full screen, natch) of Space Jam today, and was somewhat delighted to find that all of the promotional tie-ins were still in the plastic & vinyl clamshell case. Talk about marketing overdrive! There were no less than four different campaigns included with this release, for quite a variety of hooks and offers overall. Here they are:

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This theater program on a barf bag will soon be curated by Steven J. Silberberg, whose vast collection can be viewed at airsicknessbags.com. I knew there was a reason for holding onto this thing all these years, and now my mission is complete. Best of luck to you, Steve. I'll get it in the mail to you soon.

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Apocalypse Dad "You've got to commit!" my buddy sayson the phone as I slyly try to duck his attemptsat getting me out of the house on a Friday night. The honesty and urgency of his plea surprises me such that I quickly give in and find myself seatedlater, waiting, staring at a white space where a midnight screening of "Apocalypse Now"will flicker to life. But before Sheen and Brando can

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Just back from taking in Jon Ludwig's The Little Pirate Mermaid, a fun adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid, being performed at the Atlanta Center for Puppetry Arts through June. Although I've wanted to go to quite a few shows there over the years, this is only the second one I've seen. The first, back in '96, was Ludwig's adaptation of Frankenstein, a special event timed to

TSnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-48928511464968357092009-05-22T09:42:00.003-04:002010-03-12T11:33:36.835-05:00

Positive TouchI am Eliot Spitzer's tap dance instructor.No, wait, listen -- he's really dancing, you see;I thought it was out to lunch, toowhen his people first asked me.Yet here I am watching him glide aroundthe room, lip-syncing to Journey's"Positive Touch" as he rehearses his heart out for the video shootcoming up in a few days.Once it's done, I'm told he'll be propelled throughthe next stage

TSnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-16089620503120615142009-05-15T10:51:00.005-04:002010-03-12T11:33:16.610-05:00

Deluded Baker's Dozen A gushing fount of truth, I am.Believe it.I am Ozzie Osbourne throwing knives in the backyard. I am indebted to no one.I take everything with a grain of salt.Nothing bothers me these days.My memory is terrible. I wish I could recallmy childhood.I did not have sex with that woman.I love my job. I wake up every day full of deep appreciation for it.I was the coolest looking

TSnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-33796673685263279582009-05-09T18:18:00.009-04:002010-03-12T11:32:37.065-05:00

More of my favorite arcade games, more ramblings thereupon:Mad PlanetsGameplay: 8 Yuenglings out of 10Graphics: 8 Yuenglings out of 10Sound: 10 Yuenglings out of 10This one looks deceptively easy. All you do is stay within the area of one vertically oriented screen, dodging a few planets that start off very tiny but quickly swell in size, skirting maliciously around trying to kill you. The

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-72281776517172203612009-05-01T15:33:00.003-04:002010-03-12T11:32:18.448-05:00

Knight Errant Synacor, dueling again! JUMPING around adverbishly, wielding every annoying tactic he's had years to perfect. He FIGHTS his shadow, his armpits, his wicked clanking armor, his tendency to look too long at women in short skirts. FOUL art thy ways, Synacor! May you fall upon your own vexed sword, and STAIN your cursed narrative with the ichor that pulses through your black heart

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Here are a handful of my favorite arcade games, and some ramblings thereupon.BaradukeGameplay: 8 Yuenglings out of 10 Graphics: 8 Yuenglings out of 10Sound: 10 Yuenglings out of 10This is such a fun game. Just before my son was born, in fact, I remember really looking forward to playing a few rounds of it nearly every evening to unwind from the day. I'm still not sure I understand all the

TSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-42370393018328111962009-04-21T22:05:00.007-04:002010-03-12T11:25:06.003-05:00

Frankly, it pains me to admit that I watched Cat's Eye, but in my defense I was young and stupid, and still didn't care much for the movie at the time. I remember James Woods and Alan King from the "Quitters, Inc." portion, and the loopy interstitials where a cat wanders from one story to the next looking bothered. Anyway, I found this promo card the other night and thought I'd share it. Too bad

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On July 1st, 1985, I picked up this album and was happily surprised to find that one side of the LP had received two labels. The one pictured above was barely hanging on by a thread, so I carefully detached it and kept it on display on a corkboard in my room for years, held in place by a pushpin through the center hole. I wouldn't mind hearing "Children's Crusade" again, but the funny thing is

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No post yesterday, as I enjoyed Friday off and made the best of it by going to an early Great Friday (Eastern Orthodox) service, then sticking around and doing some heavy lifting in preparation for the Paschal (Easter) celebration on Sunday.Running on a few hours of sleep now, after spending last night at church. After the beautiful Great Friday evening service, which included everyone bearing

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...a rubber band, cigarette butts, a metal door;of a rubber band, cigarette butts, a metal door.And all the forgotten sunrises.Disheveled and hungover we took this job. In its darkand inscrutable clutches we search for something real;from the shackles of the flesh, have we come lurching to the frontline of another weary day.Which of us has known himself? Which of us has punchedhis father square

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Feedburner did it. Well, more accurately, Feedburner drove me to do it, “it” being the deletion of this blog for a time. Taking a powder was my last-ditch effort to unscramble eggs where this blog’s feed results were concerned, since I had somehow managed to completely booger them up towards the end of Sentient Force Field v. 1.0. My earliest entries had oddly begun reappearing at the top of the

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Here's my small wrap up of favorite movies and television shows watched for the first time in 2008. For me, the chief criterion for inclusion is the simple question Would I watch it again? If the answer is an unhesitant Yes, then it's on the list. (The age of most of this stuff reveals a lot about the time-warp I live in, but it's really an enjoyable place to hang out; I certainly never have to

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Some days I find myself thinking back on the paperback copy of The Jaws 2 Log that a friend passed along. The cover had odd markings which were made, I was blithely informed, when the book was penetrated by arrows tipped with broadhead razors, propelled by a compound bow. ... Yes, I really had this book, and it was truly a victim of target practice. Stranger yet, the used copy I found online

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I'm volunteering to air my critical sensibilities once again, thanks to Richard's own memetic entry and solicitation for other bloggers to join in. The rules (courtesy of Fletch at Blog Cabins) go something like this:It's a simple concept (my favorite kind) - pick your favorite film for each letter of the alphabet. Some will be tough because there's too many choices (R, S, T, L, N, E...wait a sec

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Skippy's Aeroflot OffensiveThe change took most of them by surprise,caught them washing underwear, replacingtypewriter ribbons, pulling up socks,staring vacantly into the past.It was a dinglewither, that modus,a bellshot from beyond. If they'd knownthe hot pink talking kiosks were coming,I wonder if the citizenry would have foundthe will to bail any quicker.(Inspired by the Bruce Sterling short

TSnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4220952845681941101.post-24144710354290003012008-08-20T23:21:00.007-04:002010-03-12T11:17:04.223-05:00

For starters, I wouldn't recognize any King Crimson tunes if they sank their teeth in deeply and dragged me into the hills hollering, but I do know a bit about Robert Fripp's other contributions to pop music history, so I'm not completely in the dark here. I invoke Fripp not because I'm losing my mind, but because I stumbled across his blog tonight while combining search terms that I can't even

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Permutations Date night finally. My wife and I find ourselves at a converted Rapid Lube, now a Taco Stand. Into the salsa dimension we plunge, two challengers of all things Fresh Mex, at least according to the drink cup's description of the franchise. Maybe someday I'll quit being surprised by the twists and turns of day-to-day existence. Up. Down. Charm. Strange. Top. Bottom. What's it all

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One Saturday night in 1988, I happened to catch an episode of Friday the 13th: The Series, "Scarecrow". I sat up late watching it by myself on my old black and white TV, and was totally creeped out. From that night on, me and my gooseflesh were hooked. I loved it.As a matter of fact, I remember ending dates with my steady girlfriend early in order to get home to catch more episodes. Of course, I

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Remember the Oliver Stone miniseries Wild Palms? I watched it when it aired, but have no clear memory of the show's conclusion. The strongest recollection I have is of one of the little ABC promo spots just prior to the premier, where Robert Loggia's character is shouting "We are storming Heaven!" I bring it up because something about DC's Tangent: Superman's Reign puts me in mind of Stone's work

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If you haven't seen the Apple Mac music video for the Bird and the Bee's "Again & Again", check out the coolness. (I caught it via The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs.)Now I want the album and a Mac, in no particular order.

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Here's my contribution to the cliché of poems inspired by walking on the beach. Inventively, it's called:Beach PoemThat night in October we stood on the beach,my wife and I, with our backs to Englandtaking a break from walking to draw our names in the sand, and talk for a bitabout everything, about nothing.We watched the TV flickerings from random hotel rooms in the high-risein front of us, some

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Thought I'd jot this down before it vanishes completely from my mind:I dreamt last night that I was traveling through a small town in the wee hours, and for whatever reason I had to make a stop at a supermarket. Once inside the place, I immediately gravitated to a pair of small, facing magazine stands. I gave them a quick once over, and spotted some comics on one of the bottom shelves. One batch

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1.Alla watchmen on the tower crumblin bumblin wavin bye 'z history sputters to a halt pukes on the beach the meta meta finds comfort in reflections gettin younger n the smartass bohemians throw their hands in the air jukin n jivin secret agents slidin twentyfourseven sayin you go-go Wild Man alla way down to the radiance neath the gradients n it never ends singin n shoutin by the stacks in the

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