On Server Migration
It’s been a real hassle, but it’s fixed, and I am back online. All I keep thinking about is the line from Ghostbusters:
Stantz: “You forget, Peter, I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.”
Venkman; “Awww, Ray, the sponges migrated about a foot and a half.”
I really have been seeing a lot of movies lately, kids. In the process of writing reviews for Spun, Tears of the Sun, The Hunted, Dreamcatcher, and a couple of others. FOr now, just now that except for certain parts of Dreamcatcher, these ALL SUCKED! Like you needed me for that
On My Return from…..well, from Somewhere
I have once again lapsed into a period of creative lull. Kind of. I am stewing some things around in my brain that are exciting and new, come aboard, we’re expecting you. I made a new Internet friend, the pride of any true geek, and will get to meet her in the flesh soon, as she will be transplanting herself to the Capitol City. So, in advance, mad welcome props to Tara.
Zuzia was here for a week and it was super cool. I am chomping at the bit to get up to Chicago for a game at Wrigley, it’s like 2 blocks from her apartment. How cool is that shit?
Work is rollin’ right along. As we speak, there are about 30 frat boys and their Dads in the club looking around and going, “Where are all the chicks?” and a lot of people walking down the street, looking in the window and thinking, “When did the Ivory Cat become a gay bar?” It ain’t, ladies, I promise.
The littlest Newsum is coming to visit.
We’re getting digital cable.
The madness seems to be drawing to a close, and yet I fear that it might never, ever end. There is, after all, a whole hell of a lot of Iraqi oil to “liberate”.
I am learning to type without looking at the keys. I am better at it that I thouhght. I have been looking at my hands for years, but I type with the correct fingers on the correct keys. It’s kind of like riding a bike without holding on to the handle bars. I can type without looking pretty well, and then I start thinking, ” Holy Shit, I am really doing it!” and then it gets worse and I start to make mistakes. I just have to learn to let go and let muscle memory take over. I think my muscles smoked a little too much whacky-tobacky in college. Just kidding Mom. This post has taken like thirty minutes to type. I amnot good with the letter “Y”. I keep missing it.
Ok, that’s all I can think of for now. See ya’ll later true believers.
Oh, yeah, I did not in anyway doctor the audio on that CNN link about the mine finding dolphins. It’s just the world telling everyone how awesome we are. Really.
On Yiiippeee!
Not much posting for now, Zuzia’s here for a week! See ya’ll later!
On Letting Others Say it Best
this has been in my head for weeks now……….
“Only the dead have seen the end of War” – Plato
Daredevil
Starring Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner, Colin Farrell, Joe Pantoliano, Jon Favreau and Michael-Clarke Duncan
Directed by Mark Steven Johnson
When reviewing these comic book movies, it always seems to come back to, “How well did they live up to the original?” After all, we (those of us that were geeks) all read these characters as kids, and have a formative and often emotional attachment to them. If they had screwed up Spider-Man, made him into soemthing onscreen vastly different from what he was in the comics, I’d have been upset.
So of course, with Daredevil, somebody finally took that risk. They re-invented the character. I wasn’t all that into him when I was young, but I got the idea. Matt Murdock was the uber-liberal superhero, a blind man defending the week, taking great care never to take another human life, defending the downtrodden as an attorney by day. A man of action with a heart of gold. Fine.
Thankfully, the guys at Marvel, who have been knocking these comic book movies out of the park lately, decided not to pander to the fans of the comic only, but to write a good story. To depart, and grow the character in a new way. Here, Affleck’s Daredevil is a tortured soul, and not particularly a good guy. He’s a vengeful killer, and taking the guise of the devil doesn’t seem all that inappropriate for a hero who throws a rapist onto a train track to be sliced in half, and taunts him with his own impending death as he does it. This is not your father’s Daredevil, true believers, but a man with deep issues to wook out. Just hope he isn’t working them out on you.
He does, of course, work them out, after losing a woman he falls for (and God, let me be a guy for a second and tell ya that Jennifer Garner in leather pants is worth the price of admission right there, fellas. Ouch!) and killing a pretty dull evil henchman with a wicked fastball (Farell, in the first role ever where he at least gets to BE IRISH!) It’s all set up for building a franchise, the effects are cool, Affleck doesn’t annoy me too much since he has at least the hints of emotional depth written into the script. So lets call it 3 cell phones, find a good matinee and use it as a warm up for all the summer movie blockbusters on the way. After all, its good to stretch before you workout.
On OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod
It’s here! Thanks Justin, you rawk!
On the fact that I can’t believe Klinger didn’t think of this
This doesn’t make me feel any safer, I gotta tell ya.
On I’ve been afraid of changes, but I built my blog around you
Well, not really, but I fixed a lot of it. Pez contest is up and running again, and new people are ON MY LIST. SXSW stories will now be on the correct page as well, moved from this blog, though the beginning will still appear here as well. Blogrolling is still screwing me around, but we’re getting close. Blogrolling is up and the links page is all new and growing fast! Also, sections with new content will now appear in red above, so you’ll know where to look, gentle readers. Have fun!