Friday, December 31, 2004

10,000 dopes


RETAILERS FEAR THE FUTURE: Comics sales were more or less stable for 2004, and yet failed to really grow. It’s gotten to the point where you wonder if ANYTHING can lift the LCS system.

Mainstream media attention? Check. Blockbuster movies? Check. Strong product shipping on time? Check.

Perhaps the problem with the LCS is what I call the “10,000 dopes syndrome.”

I base the 10,000 dopes figure on the sales for POWERS when it switched from Image to Marvel. Same interior. Same creators. Same regular shipping schedule. But it sells 10,000 more of every issue.

Now you could say that Marvel has more reach in the market place. But in theory, Marvel and Image have exactly equal exposure to the LCS system. Certainly Brian Michael Bendis is a known and loved quantity.

So maybe retailers don't even look outside the little Marvel catalog that ships with Previews? Or they know that 10,000 readers think the name Marvel is so all powerful that it automatically makes a comic good? I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, it's bad news. Very bad news .

Thursday, December 30, 2004

More story bits

Because of my adult ADD and incredible laziness, I find it very difficult to finish, or even move beyond the first 1000 words of a story. Here's another begining:

Edmund wondered as he stared into the she-demon's many fanged mouth why each acquisition had to involve so much drama. Her claws dug into his shoulders, and with each of her ragged exhalations he was assaulted with breath that was a mixture of rotten tuna sweaty feet.

She rasped at him in a questioning tone. As if to punctuate the phrase she licked him across the nose with her bifurcated tongue, which was warm and rough like a cat's.

"I'm sorry, I wish my knowledge of conversational esoteric languages was better, but..."

She questioned him again in hissing gutteral speech, squeezing him tighter and lifting him so that he dangled above the floor.

"I really don't understand you. Your breath is really quite terrible, and I would prefer if you would put me down now."

She cocked her large head to the side inquisitively and brought her eyes close to his. Each red pupil in her black eyes formed a small inverted cross.

"Who sends you?" She asked in a rough approximation of English. Edmund wished he could reach the gun in his briefcase or at least think of some sort of spell to protect him. He wasn't quite sure that either would work, this being his first encounter with a demon of this sort in the flesh.

In his line of work, the collection of rare and powerful occult books and artifacts, Edmund often encountered demons and spirits lingering about, but those entities were easily dealt with, using one of a number of spells and rituals that he knew, but never had he seen something like this.

He had assumed incorrectly when they boy said that there was a demon involved it meant the incorporeal-throw-some-dishes-around-general-nuisance kind.

This was quite different.

She was almost ten feet tall, and like traditional western devils, the lower half of her crimson body ended in a pair of cloven hooves. He had seen no evidence of a tail, but from her back stemmed a set of wide bat-like wings. In spite of his fear and surprise Edmund's eyes roamed from the dark fur of her crotch to her breasts that swayed rhythmically. It was almost lovely in a evil and sacreligous way.


The young man stared hard at the business card clutched in his hand. "Edmund Frentic, occult books and paraphenlia, 777 Crowley Way," it read in a simple block font. The edges were frayed and the card seemed old and forgotten when he found it in his father's desk, but right now it seemed his best bet....

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Beatles Mashup


Beatles mashup mixes 40+ different tracks.

Simply freaking awesome.

The problem I've had with Beatles/whoever mashups (Grey Album, Meet the Beastles), no matter how well done, is that they relegate the Beatles songs to mere background beats and filler, with the rap elements given top billing and going largely unchanged.

This one takes a whole bunch of Beatles songs and mixes them together to form something else.

I wouldn't mind an album of this stuff.

Inauguration v. Disaster Relief

From an AP story:

Planned are nine official balls, a youth concert, a parade, a fireworks display and, of course, Bush's second swearing-in ceremony at noon on Jan. 20. The cost will be between $30 million and $40 million, an amount that does not include expenses for security.

Compare to Washington Times story:
The Bush administration yesterday pledged $15 million to Asian nations hit by a tsunami that has killed more than 22,500 people, although the United Nations' humanitarian-aid chief called the donation "stingy."

I realize that the Bush inauguration is being paid for by his Corporate Masters, but how about they decide to show the new direction for America by downgrading a bit of the festivities and channeling some of that $40 million or so into some form of disaster relief?

Jerry Orbach RIP

Jerry Orbach died yesterday.

As a Law and Order fan, I'll miss the wry Lenny Briscoe.

This is how I think we should remember him.

I do find this passage of the story disturbing:

Earlier this year, he announced plans to switch from Law — and its frequent 14-hour shooting days — to a supporting role, still as Briscoe, on the crime franchise's fourth edition, Trial by Jury, which is due on NBC in March.

But he had completed only a few episodes before beginning intensive chemotherapy this fall. (His role will be recast.)

They really don't need to recast the role of Briscoe, if that's what they are planning. There is no other Briscoe than Orbach.

Useless Copy Protection

I bought Sarah MacLachlan's Afterglow Live CD/DVD 2-disc set today, and on the front on a sticker that won't come off, it says:

The CD in this release is protected against unauthorized duplication. It is designed to play on standard playback devices and appropriately configured computers (see system requirements on back). If you experience playback problems, please go to

And, on the back in the fine print at the bottom it says:

THE CD IN THIS RELEASE IS ENHANCED WITH MEDIAMAX SOFTWARE. Windows Compatible Instructions: Insert disc into CD-ROM drive. Software will automatically install. If it doesn't click on "LaunchCd.exe."...

So, they're counting on you having Autorun enabled, which pretty much every security pundit on the net tells you to turn off.

Since I have autorun turned off, the software didn't install. I checked, and my media players play all the tracks fine, and FreeRip rips the tracks perfectly fine.

So, this software on the disc is pretty much useless for stopping piracy. Not that I'm out to pirate the disc, see, I already bought it, with money. I know there's a chance that someone might buy it and upload it to the internet, but this useless software isn't going to stop that.

Also, I don't think that I should have to install software onto my computer that does who knows what, and agree to an ELUA just to listen to a CD that I purchased, no matter what device I want to use to do it.

So I didn't install it, and I don't agree.

If the RIAA and BMG are so worried about online piracy, they need to concentrate on the online piracy itself, not the people who bought the album.

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Thoughts and Links

Hope everyone made it through Krunksmas well. I did.

Holly Marie Combs is a terrible actress, and the plotline on Charmed with the evil 'Avatars' is ripping visually on the pseudo-Left Behind movie series that I talked about in previous posts...And the new secret agent character works for Homeland Security, Wheee! [that's what I call relevance] I'm pretty sure the big reveal will be that the guy in the black suit with the goatee that leads the Avatars is Satan, or at the very least the anti-Christ.

Here's some links:

From In4mador:

Welcome to Godchecker - your Guide to the Gods.

We have more Gods than you can shake a stick at. Godchecker's Mythology Encyclopedia currently features over 2,000 deities.

Browse the pantheons of the world, explore ancient myths, and discover Gods of everything from Fertility to Fluff with the fully searchable Holy Database Of All Known Gods.

Via Neil Gaiman: A Godfather inspired horse head pillow.

Via bOINGbOING: Choose your own damn Harry Potter adventure.

Via MeFi: Design and buy your own anti-magnetic-ribbon magnetic-ribbon

Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

Tsunami Pictures

by way of bOINGbOING:
DigitalGlobe has pictures of the Tsunami that struck Asia.

I never want to live on the coast of anywhere.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Sin City

Frank Miller and Robert Rodriguez's Sin City trailer is online now

It makes me want to kiss Robby Rodriguez on the mouth--with tongue.

Here are some screen captures for ya'
First, Micky Roarke as Marv:

Next Bruce Willis as Hartigan:

Benicio Del Torro:


Clive Owen as Dwight:

Brittany Murphy:

And Nick Stahl as the Yellow Bastard:

I just hope this movie is as good as it looks.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Mark Pesce on the death of TorrentBits and SuprNova

Via bOINGbOING Via Susan Mernit:

"Pointing up the single greatest weakness of BitTorrent take down the tracker and the torrent dies - has only served to energize, inspire and mobilize the resources of an entire global ecology of software developers, network engineers and hackers-at-large who want nothing so much, at this moment, as to make the MPAA pay for their insolence. Imagine a parent reaching into a child's room and ripping a TV set out of the wall while the child is watching it. That child would feel anger and begin plotting his revenge. And that scene has been multiplied at least hundred thousand times today, all around the world. It is quite likely that, as I type these words, somewhere in the world a roomful of college CS students, fueled by coke and pizza and righteous indignation, are banging out some code which will fix the inherent weakness of BitTorrent - removing the need for a single tracker. If they're smart enough, they'll work out a system of dynamic trackers, which could quickly pass control back and forth among a cloud of peers, so that no one peer holds the hot potato long enough to be noticed. They'll take the best of Gnutella and cross-breed it with the best of BitTorrent.

And that will be the MPAA's worst nightmare.

Hey, Hollywood! Can you feel the future slipping through your fingers? Do you understand how badly you've screwed up? You took a perfectly serviceable situation - a nice, centralized system for the distribution of media, and, through your own greed and shortsightedness, are giving birth to a system of digital distribution that you'll never, ever be able to defeat. In your avarice and arrogance you ignored the obvious: you should have cut a deal with In partnership you could have found a way to manage the disruptive change that's already well underway. Instead, you have repeated the mistakes made by the recording industry, chapter and verse. And thus you have spelled your own doom.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Todd McFarlane files for Chapter 11


Todd's just not having a banner year--he loses a case to Neil Gaiman, loses a case to Tony Twist (and $15 million), the steroid scandal in baseball will likely kill interest in Todd's balls, and now he files for the bankruptcy in his publishing company.

I always thought the Tony Twist lawsuit was frivolous, since the character only really appeared in a single issue, and I doubt that Todd reaped $15 million off that one issue, or that issue really contributed that much to the success of Spawn (the 90s boom did that)

The people who will really be hurt by this are the comic creators he owes money too:

Angel Medina -- $3,960.00
Brian Haberlin -- $13,600.00
Brian Holgiun -- $8,800.00
Comicraft -- $2,200.00
Danny Miki -- $4,070.00
Greg Capullo -- $18,250.00
Greg Scott -- $1,750.00
Jay Fotos -- $5,600.00
Tom Orzechowski -- $2,200.00

Owing Greg Capullo almost $20k is just plain damn ricockulous, since Capullo pretty much took over the production of the Spawn comic when Todd became bigger than comics and didn't have to do them anymore.

Poor, poor Todd. Guess he's not quite the businessman that people took him for.

Saturday, December 18, 2004

A New Classic

South Park: Woodland Critter Christmas
This one ranks right up there with the classics of Christmas past. Stan helps out some woodland creatures with the birth of their savior because of the urging of a Dr. Seuss-like narrator.


Friday, December 17, 2004

Best Christmas Song Ever

"Things I Want" Tenacious D vs Sum_41

Via Brian's Blog

And I just watched Batman Forever as I was downloading this and a that, and I would just like to state for the record that that was far from a good movie. I must've had the really thick beer-goggles on when I saw that one the first and only time before, because it was T-errible. Christopher Nolan's film can't help but be better than "Forever and Batman and Robin." Troma could make a better Batman movie than Schumacher. Sgt. Kabukiman NYPD was a better Batman film than Batman Forever, so was The Class of Nuke 'em High, but not Teenage Catgirls In Heat.

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Oh Sweet Jesus, can the Sin City movie get any better sounding?

From The Comic Reel:

Sin City

Actor Rutger Hauer noted on his website that he's been cast as Cardinal Roark in 'The Hard Goodbye' for Robert Rodriguez's Sin City. 'Well, things happened rapidly the last few days. While opening mail and relaxing something popped out of the pressure cooker. SIN CITY is a black and white cartoon which is being made into a feature in Texas. Could I come and do a wacky hysterical cardinal for them.'"

Wreck Your Match

From Inside the Ropes by the Canadian Bulldog (at least Tommy will find this funny):

(Sung to the tune of Deck the Halls)
Wreck Your Match

Wreck your match with Hardcore Holly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Bob is never, ever jolly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Piss him off, and you'll be sorry
Fa la la la la la la la la
Even if you're Dawn or Torrie,
Fa la la la la la la la la.

Bob hurts every-one he touches,
Fa la la la la la la la la
With his botched moves and stiff punches,
Fa la la la la la la la la
Bob can be ornery, vile and rude,
Fa la la la la la la la la
And that's just when he's in a good mood,
Fa la la la la la la la la.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004


By way of Tommy and Gooseneck:

1. Open up the music player on your computer.

2. Set it to play your entire music collection.

3. Hit the shuffle command.

4. Tell us the title of the next ten songs that show up (with their musicians), no matter how embarrassing. That's right, no skipping that Carpenters tune that will totally destroy your hip credibility. It's time for total musical honesty. Write it up in your blog or journal and link back to at least a couple of the other sites where you saw this.

5. If you get the same artist twice, you may skip the second (or third, or etc.) occurrences. You don't have to, but since randomness could mean you end up with a list of ten song with five artists, you can if you

1 Box in My Head-John Shirly: A Jazzy improv type of song found here. Shirley is pretty cool, and I like this type of song.

2 Down In In-Nine Inch Nails: Probably my favorite NIN song, but I'm not really sure why.

3 Dave Attell-Talking about Breast Feeding and Beer Dispensing Nipples: Dave is a funny fellow, and his standup album is very, very good.

4 We're All Gonna Die Some Day-Casey Chambers: A Australian Chick Country Singer singing about death and whatnot. Quite good.

5 Free Culture Preface-By Lawrence Lessig: The preface of a book on internet culture. Part of a free audiobook.

6 Tracktor-MC Chris: A cappella first verse of an MCChris song. Geek rap.

7 He Walks With Me-Johnny R. Cash: From Johnny's Posthumous gospel album.

8 The End-The Beatles: "And in the end/The love you take/is equal to the love you make"

9 Billy Clinton from his Autobiography talking about various things-From his Autobiography-An interesting book and well read by the former President.

10 My Best Friend's Girl-Hayseed Dixie: Bluegrass crossed with eighties rock, you can't go wrong with that.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Neil Gaiman

From Neil Gaiman:


On the good side, over two thousand words written so far today. On the not-so-good-side, many of them will be thrown away, and lots of the other ones fit into a plot I'm not sure I entirely currently understand.

Every now and again people write me kind letters letting me know just how much they'd like my job. On a day like today, I'd happily take their job. Even if it involves heavy lifting, standing around in the cold, or telling people they can't park there. Honest.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Vonnegut on Book Banning

Tommy had a post about Etowah's School Board removing a book from their school library due to 'objectionable' content. I'm reading Kurt Vonnegut's Palm Sunday and the subject of book bannings by school board's is the concern of much of the first chapter.

Here are some excerpts of what Kurt had to say:

"Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof, or abridging the freedom of the press, or the right of the people peaceable to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances."

How could a nation with such a law raise its children in an atmosphere of decency? It couldn't--it can't. So the law will surely be repealed soon for the sake of the children.

And even now my books, along with books by Bernard Malamud and James Dickey and Joseph Heller and many other first-rate patriots, are regularly thrown out of public school libraries by school board members, who commonly say that they have not actually read the books, but they have it on good authority that the books are bad for children.


If you bother to read my books, to behave as educated persons would, you would learn that they are not sexy, and do not argue in favor of wildness of any kind. They beg that people be kinder and more responsible than they often are. It is true that some of the characters speak coarsely. That is because people speak coarsely in real life. Especially soldiers and hardworking men speak coarsely, and even our most sheltered children know that. And we all know, too, that those words really don't damage children much. They didn't damage us much when we were young. It was evil deeds and lying that hurt us.


Here is how I propose to end book-banning in this country once and for all: Every candidate for school committee should be hooked up to a lie-detector and asked this question: "Have you read a book from start to finish since high school? Or did you even read a book from start to finish in high school?"

If the truthful answer is "no," then the candidate should be told politely that he cannot get on the school committee and blow off his big bazoo about how books make children crazy.


"What troubles me most about my lovely country is that its children are seldom taught that American freedom will vanish, if, when they grow up, and in the exercise of their duties as citizens, they insist that our courts and policemen and prisons be guided by divine or natural law."

They really need to pull this book out of public school libraries right now.

3D Curling Simulator

Ah, Big Lots. Not what you would think of as a software store, and this purchase doesn't change my mind on that front.

Curling 2: Take-Out Weight is the sequel to the world's first 3D Curling Simulator.

Sit back a moment and think about that one. This is a curling simulator. They've made two of them. Two curling games, yet I still can't get a good skee-ball game?

I have to be honest that I don't really know how to curl. I have a vague idea of it as a type of shuffleboard on ice, and I've watched it in the Olympics, but I still don't understand it.

After playing this game for a bit I still don't understand it.

I suppose this is a realistic representation of the sport, and it has kickass songs about curling, songs so good you almost think they're joking, but this is from Canada, so I imagine that this is no joke.

The packaging comes in both French and English, so that I now know that you say "Steadddy! Sweeeeeep! Hurry! Hurry! Hard! Haaard!' in French as "Doucement! Balaaayeez! Plus, Plus Vite, Vvviteee!" And you say "Whoah! Whoah! Whoooah!" as Whoah! Whoah! Whoooah!"

You can also play against curling legend Randy Ferbey and add him to your team.

Excited yet?

I know I am.

Here's what the package says:

Imagine the roar of the rock as it twists down the ice, stopping right on the button-The perfect delivery. Imagine yourself competing against legends like Randy Ferbey as you take your rookie team from the local rink, all the way to the World Championships.

Now, imagine a curling simulation that's so realistic, even the ice conditions change. Design your own team, and compete in matches and bonspiels against a variety of opponents.

Play for fun, play for bragging rights, or play for cold, hard cash. Imagine curling as it should be-simple to learn, yet difficult to master.

Do you think the curling world championships are held in Canada? I bet they are.

This isn't going to take the place of the Gilligan's Island Bowling Game, but it's pretty good. It has helped me discover that I do not want to be a professional curler as I previously thought.

Sound of the Day


Batman Begins Trailer

The new trailer for Batman Begins is online now. I was going to do some screen captures of it, but there's not really that much of Batman in costume in it. You do get to see Christian Bale sword fight with Qui-Gon Jin, and lots of establishing shots, including a pristine Batcave, but not much in the way of the Batman himself.

Go take a gander for yourself.

Thursday, December 09, 2004


A trailer for Tim Burton's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is online now. It sure looks interesting, here's some screen captures:

These should be of interest to at least 3 of my readers.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

Bits From a Story in the Works

I was hunting for something that I had written in my poorly organized hard-drive today and stumbled on quite a few bits of one of my stories that I'm working on. It is notable that they are not stored in the same directories, or in any sensical way, and that most of them had file names like "NewTextDocument1," which could explain why I haven't gotten very far on most of them.

I figured I'd post a few, just for kicks.

Here are three loosely connected bits that belong to the same basic story, a parody of the Left Behind Series that I'm clalling Held Back.

First up is a bit of prologue concerning a bum named Lyle:

Oct. 13 2012, 1:15 p.m.

Lyle had never heard of the Buddha or of the jumping Jesus phenomenon. He didn't know that technology had reached a point where the sum of information available to humanity was doubling roughly every .000000006 seconds. Lyle didn't know of philosophy of cosmology or psychology. None of that really mattered to Lyle.

Nothing much mattered to Lyle anymore. Food used to matter, and warmth, but that was before. Now he merely sat with his legs crossed staring into nothing. He had been considered successful earlier in his life. Memories of that time occasionally floated to the top of his consciousness, but they were of someone else.

Now he merely sat.

Few who passed him noticed him, and those who did received no answer to their inquires, and eventually they gave up and passed him by.

He didn't even bother with the donation cup anymore, most of the pocket change went to the bums with talent anyway.

Police collected the homeless from other areas of the city and deposited them here, and it was in this way that Lyle had ended up in his corner, and since that time his beard had grown as had his stench, but these things were not his concern.

Had he known of Yoga he would have had words to describe what was happening if only to himself. He had mastered Pranayama unknowingly, but mastered them he had.

When the visions started he hadn't really noticed, but eventually they had demanded his attention.

When enlightenment came shortly after no one noticed the lack of one more bum.

Lyle wasn't the Alpha or the Omega, but he was part of the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.

Next is some narritive from one of the main characters a ubiquitous character in my stories, Ed Frentic:

I was sitting in climate controlled air conditioned coolness when the sky ignited. I looked out over the skyline from the coffee shop's window booth and watched the world end.

It as rather pretty actually, a shifting kaleidiscopidic, psychedelic sunset that was the last that humankind would see.

They'd been telling us for years that there was no need to worry of the Apocalypse, but obviously, they were mistaken.

You may be wondering how I'm telling you this if the world ended, eh?

Well see, that's the kicker, before that I had been preparing for this, a lot of us had, preparing and planning, scheming, pulling back the corners as it were.

Then it came. It should have been orgasmic on a cosmic scale, but it wasn't.

You see, 'they' were stronger than we'd given them credit for, mainly because 'they' were everyone. 'They' didn't want to wake up.

The world had ended, but only for those of us who noticed.

The fires of Ragnarok came and seared away the sky, but almost no one saw. Seas ran with blood and all those other biblical type things happened, but those also flew under the radar of perception.

Only those of us who knew where to watch saw. We watched and waited, but everyone around us seemed not to care or notice. It was like each of us had taken something hundreds of times more potent than acid, but it was everyone around us that couldn't function. Everyone around us continued on with their daily routines. Their minds so heavily programmed that they couldn't see what had happened, they just went on shaping reality as they saw it before.

The few of us that noticed then started seeing one another. Those who hadn't woken up were closed to us, but the rest of us could sense one another.

And Finaly, another bit of narration that's pretty similar to the one above:

The world ended, but very few actually noticed.

Most were too mired in their own existence to realize what had happened. The Christian rapture had happened, but not all the people who disappeared from the earth were the pious in Christ. Some were Christian, some Muslim, some Hindu, and some other smaller faiths, but none viewed as holy.

Most were the disenfranchised who disappeared, though their bodies remained, or the idea of their being that reality held.

Such things had happened before, but never in quite so large a number.

Most of the world continued on, somewhere below Malkuth, while the rest, the select, ascended upward, or outward, or nowhere at all. They rose from the dust and became all. Few of those who awakened from their lives thought of their life before. That was all behind, though much of it had shaped what they now were.

And the rest of the world went on. Wars raged, people hated and believed, but the few actually knew. They had traveled higher than most mortals ever would. Some would say they had become gods themselves, though they would not. They had merely become unified in themselves and no longer needed the physical crutch of their daemon selves.

Of the ones who were noticeably absent, few actually missed them. Most tended to be loners, most were thought crazy, or already almost dead.

Some were greeted by dead relatives on the other side, or famous people, or themselves, whatever they needed, for this was not some near death experience this was a furtherance of life.

No fires of doom awaited those without faith. Those with knowledge and doubts. No pearly gates and harps, only an existence that had been unfathomable and unknowable. They knew that they could lower themselves to the level of those still sleeping, still trapped in a world of friction and pressure, but few wanted to, for that type of form was now unpleasant when so much more could be experienced. Most chose only to imagine what the world had been like, if they chose this at all, though their imaginings were infinitely more diverse and beautiful than the reality they left behind.

This is the same story as in this earlier post about the guy haunted by a ghostly severed Indian head.

Now I just need to make myself sit down and work on this damn thing.

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Larry, Moe and Crowley

Just thought I would share this image because I found it humorous. I found it here.

Whatever: The 10 Least Successful Holiday Specials of All Time

Whatever: The 10 Least Successful Holiday Specials of All Time


Ayn Rand's A Selfish Christmas (1951)

In this hour-long radio drama, Santa struggles with the increasing demands of providing gifts for millions of spoiled, ungrateful brats across the world, until a single elf, in the engineering department of his workshop, convinces Santa to go on strike. The special ends with the entropic collapse of the civilization of takers and the spectacle of children trudging across the bitterly cold, dark tundra to offer Santa cash for his services, acknowledging at last that his genius makes the gifts -- and therefore Christmas -- possible. Prior to broadcast, Mutual Broadcast System executives raised objections to the radio play, noting that 56 minutes of the hour-long broadcast went to a philosophical manifesto by the elf and of the four remaining minutes, three went to a love scene between Santa and the cold, practical Mrs. Claus that was rendered into radio through the use of grunts and the shattering of several dozen whiskey tumblers. In later letters, Rand sneeringly described these executives as "anti-life."

Reminded me a bit of one of the posts from my archives (12/13/02) which I was looking at the other day listing three possilbe santa movies that I might pursue, the final one being:

Or finally I play Rance the stupidest reindeer who leads the sled into the side of a house, killing all of the eight other tiny reindeer (Whoopi Goldberg, Lance Bass, Taye Diggs, Jamie Kennedy, Willie Nelson, Bart Durham, Dustin Diamond, Cathy Griffin) and Santa (Rodney Dangerfield) on impact. A distraught Rance cries out for assistance to be answered by the chain-smoking spirit of Christmas (Christopher Walken), who teaches him the true value of Christmas and helps him kick the booze. Then Rance takes the reins as the new Santa and captures and enslaves nine multi-national children to pull his sleigh.
Screenplay by Adam Sandler with Jonathan Frakes attached to direct.
(The part with the enslaving of children may be dropped, due to difficulty in child labor statutes effecting the filming schedule)

The saddest part is that my agents tell me with the death of Rodney, the role of Santa is now being pitched to Rob Schneider, who they tell me is "the new Dangerfield." I think I need new representation.

Weathers' Stew

" you got a stew goin'."

Rummy ain't going anywhere

Via Warren, here's a story about all of Bush's cabinet members that are leaving. Not to read to much into things, but does it seem to anyone else like the rats are deserting the burning ship?

We can be glad that we still have Donny Rumsfeld to kick around.

Here's what Tommy Thompson had to say at his resignation: "For the life of me, I cannot understand why the terrorists have not attacked our food supply because it is so easy to do," Thompson said as announced his departure. "We are importing a lot of food from the Middle East, and it would be easy to tamper with that."


Friday, December 03, 2004

The Surreal Gilligan's Island

Hey, TBS has a new Gilligan's Island reality show!. I don't really care, and neither should you, but I caught about fourteen continuous seconds of the show the other day, and it seems that they have rather stupidly decided to make it nothing more than a Gilligan's Island themed Survivor clone. Two competing teams of people and a host to tie it all together. Wouldn't the better show have been dropping the people on the island Real World style with no script or structure?

As if there could be a good show made out of this.

From the official site:

One of television's most enduring comedies gets the ultimate makeover when TBS, television's "very funny" network, launches the hilarious new reality series THE REAL GILLIGAN'S ISLAND. The series, in which seven people who personify the original Gilligan's Island characters are stranded on an island and challenged to find a way off...

Firstly, TBS is television's "very funny" network? When the hell did that happen?

And secondly, I would imagaine that, just like in the original series, getting off the island is not the point. Otherwise it would just be a race to who could build the best raft, or demand that the producers send them home.

There was no voting off of castaways on the original show, and there shouldn't be here.

But they have a bowling game on the site.

My, how far Nichole Eggert has fallen.

Makes me just, positively antsy for that Beverly Hillbillies reality show, or has that one already happened?

Sweet Baby Jesus In Heaven

From AICN:

* Brett Leonard, the Australian-based director who allegedly made MAN-THING (how can any of us verify that if the film is never released?) will next be turning his considerable and debatable talent to HIGHLANDER 5, in which it turns out that the entire population of the world is a Highlander except for one man. The tagline? "There Can't Be Only One".

How much coke did they snort to come up with that premise, and when the hell is this sumbitch coming out? I assume they're just shitcanning the entire series and Television show.

Hey, Jack Black and Kyle Gass are both in the Tom Goes the the Mayor, and so is Bob Odenkirk. Cartoon Network scores again. KG's chracter looks strangely like David Crosby.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Recreational Water Illness

The CDC has printable cards for Kids about the illnesses they fight and research and whatnot. My favorite that I've looked at so far is Recreational Water Illness.

On this card we learn that:

Recreational water illnesses (RWIs) are caused by swimming in water contaminated with germs like "crypto," short for Cryptosporidium...RWIs that cause diarrhea are spread by accidentally swallowing swimming water that has been contaminated with feces (poop).

Heh, they said poop. And who's been letting Superman's dog swim in people water?

The card also gives three ways we can stop these RWIs:

PLEASE don't swim when you have diarrhea.
PLEASE don't swallow the pool or lake water.
PLEASE wash your hands with soap and water after using the toilet and before you get back into the water.

PLEASE don't poop in the water you swim in, only in the water in the toilet. I guess it is okay to poop in river water, since they don't say that it isn't.
Would it be okay to go swimming if I have diarrhea, but wash my hands before I go in?

Tenet doesn't understand Internet

Tenet calls for Internet security -- The Washington Times

Former CIA Director George J. Tenet yesterday called for new security measures to guard against attacks on the United States that use the Internet, which he called "a potential Achilles' heel."

"I know that these actions will be controversial in this age when we still think the Internet is a free and open society with no control or accountability," he told an information-technology security conference in Washington, "but ultimately the Wild West must give way to governance and control."

The problem with this is that the interent isn't located in the United States, it's computers that connect to one another, and largely the only problems that have happened on the net are caused by stupidity, not a lack of control.

He said known adversaries, including "intelligence services, military organizations and non-state actors," are researching information attacks against the United States.

So, Team America: World Police was right and spies are just actors!

Mr. Tenet pointed out that the modernization of key industries in the United States is making them more vulnerable by connecting them with an Internet that is open to attack.

The way the Internet was built might be part of the problem, he said. Its open architecture allows Web surfing, but that openness makes the system vulnerable, Mr. Tenet said.

Access to networks like the World Wide Web might need to be limited to those who can show they take security seriously, he said.

Mr. Tenet called for industry to lead the way by "establishing and enforcing" security standards. Products need to be delivered to government and private-sector customers "with a new level of security and risk management already built in.

The real way to fix these problems is for companies to keep their vital infrastructures offline, or on company only intranets (Wal-Mart has one, so does Food Lion, and you can't access either one from home).

The best way for people to be security conscious on the net is to just not be stupid.

Does the last graph imply that Tenet would like every product to be delivered to the government so they can make sure it is safe, or that they should make them super safe for everybody?

Monday, November 29, 2004


Here's a little joke I thought I would share from Kurt Vonnegut's TimeQuake. It is the origin of Kilgore Trout's phrase Ting-a-Ling, which he liked to say was what he said when the air strikes he called in in WWI hit their mark, but actually it was from a dirty joke that his father came into his room at midnight and told him. His father was insane and killed his mother. Here's the joke:

There was a fugitive who sought shelter in the home of a woman he knew. Her living room had a cathedral ceiling, which is to say it went all the way up to the roof peak, with rustic rafters spanning the air space below.

She was a widow, and he stripped himself naked while she went to fetch some of her husband's clothes. But before he could put them on, the police were hammering on the front door with their billy clubs. So the fugitive hid on the top of a rafter. When the woman let in the police, though, his oversize testicles hung down in full view.

The police asked the woman where the guy was. The woman said she didn't know what guy they were talking about. One of the cops saw the testicles hanging down from a rafter and asked what they were. She said they were Chinese temple bells. He believed her. He said he'd always wanted to hear Chinese temple bells.

He gave them a whack with his billy club, but there was no sound. So he hit them again, a lot harder, a whole lot harder. Do you know what the guy on the rafter shrieked?


Friday, November 26, 2004

Unattributed Quotes of the Day

"My poop is stuck."

"You gotta wiggle it."

"It's the carcinogens."

Snow Crash

I'm reading Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, and it's as fine a book as all the reviews would have me believe. It's a cyberpunkish book that is a bit, as the cover blurbs say, like Neuromancer crossed with Thomas Pynchon, only it ends up better than the two.

Here are some quotes that I like from the book:

...I don't know how my face conveyed the information, or what kind of internal wiring in my grandmother's mind enabled her to accomplish this incredible feat. To condense fact from the vapor of nuance.


Hiro watches the large, radioactive, spear-throwing killer drug lord ride his motorcycle into Chinatown. Which is the same as riding it into China, as far as chasing him down is concerned.


"All people have religions. It's like we have religion receptors built into our brain cells, or something, and we'll latch onto anything that'll fill that niche for us. Now, religion used to be essentially viral--a piece of information that replicated inside the human mind, jumping from one person to the next. That's the way it used to be, and ultimately, that's the way it's headed right now. But there have been several efforts to deliver us from the hands of primitive, irrational religion. The first was made by someone named Enki about four thousand years ago. The second was made by the Hebrew scholars in the eighth century B.C., driven out of their homeland by the invasion of Sargon II, but eventually it just devolved into empty legalism. Another attempt was made by Jesus--that one was hijacked by viral influences within fifty days of his death. The virus was suppressed by the Catholic Church, but we're in the middle of a big epidemic that started in Kansas in 1900 and has been gathering momentum ever since."


Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

Probably a full review coming later when I finish the book.

Moon gas may solve Earth's energy crisis

There's a joke here, but I'm too big a person to make it.

Ok, no I'm not.

I got enough moon gas to fuel the whole planet.

But, seriously, Moon Gas? Is that the reason that W wants to go back to the moon? Do we really want giant gas filled canisters hurtling towards earth, going through re-entry at incredibly high temperatures?

And the key to all this would be basically burning the moon and huffing the fumes into our space ships.

How about we figure out how to harness the power of the sun? You know, really figure out how to use solar power, or wind power, or drive our cars on frickin used vegetable oil from all our fast food restaurants. If McDonald's was smart they'd figure out they had a gold mine there if they'd just hook up with some auto companies to fully develop the technology.

New Logo and T-Shirts

A brand new logo which can be purchased and worn on brand new T-shirts from the Evilhippy store.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Total ReCarl

Gotta love that Carl. He just wants to live his life and work outta the home, but those food monsters next door just keep on messing with his life.

There he was, just trying to hide in his house and avoid the FryMonster. They talk him into taking a dump in a high-tech toilet situated in his front yard, and he ends up getting all chopped up until he's only left as a head attached to the FryMan's computer.

Frylock makes it so that his computer can translate Carl's thoughts into words, and, lo and behold, he ain't too happy. What are the words that Frylock feels the need to insulate Meatwad's innocent eyes from? Well let's have a look, shall we?

That Carl, dropping multiple F-Bombs on cable television, but wouldn't you?

I know I would.

Carl Laments

Meat-Wad F-Bombs

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Various Links and News

  • The Pentagon wants to create a new, military only Internet. Firstly, wouldn't that be an Intranet? Isn't that what the private ones are called? Secondly, the company I work for spent a whole bunch of money on their computer system, creating a company only system, and it doesn't really do that much, other than allow you to take worthless training modules, read company policy and check some reports. Hopefully they'll do better in the government, but I doubt it.

  • Tommy had the link, and I had forgotten about the site, but Hulk has a blog, or should I say, the Hulk from Toyfare's Twisted Toyfare Theatre has a blog. I like to think that this is Spider-Man from the same series' blog.

  • Ol' Dirty Bastard Dead?

    All for now.
  • Friday, November 12, 2004

    Don't See Saw

    I should've heeded the portents trying to keep me from seeing Saw. Two times I was supposed to see the film with someone else, and both times I was thwarted.

    If I'd just listened to what Universe was trying to tell me, the film would've been able to remain in that land of gumdops and candy corn where everybody has a good time and nobody starts checking their watch after ten minutes to see how much longer they have to endure their torment.

    On the way home I searched way back in my memory for a film that I was this disappointed by, and all I could come up with was John Carpenter's Ghosts of Mars. I was looking forward to both films, and they both came up waaaay short.

    For those who don't know, Saw is about two guys who are locked in a room by an evil genius and told they have to kill one another to escape. The premise is all fine and good, but then the filmmakers added about three layers of greasy, fetid crap on top and came out with a steaming turdpile of a film.

    I could ruin the plot-twists for you, but it wouldn't matter because except for the last one, they're not really very surprising, and the subplots with Cary Elwes' character's (can he do just one movie where he plays an American that he doesn't slip out of his accent whenever he plays 'emotional?') wife and daughter and Danny Glover's detective character are utterly pointless and weigh the movie down unnecessarily when it should be centering on the two main characters.

    Bad, cliched writing, barely adequate direction and scenery devouring actors combine to make this film barely watchable.

    The filmmakers need to go and study the works of Japanese filmmakers such as Takashi Miike and learn how to do a proper tragedy/horror hybrid which they were trying to do.

    And, for Chrissake, if you're going to do a plot point where a guy saws off his own foot to get out of a shackle, show some gore and spend a little money on a prosthetic stump, that covering his foot with a longer pantsleg is just bullshit.

    Man, this movie really bummed me out. Ebert was too easy on it in giving it two stars.

    1/2 babe (it only escapes a zero rating because I actually liked the little killer reveal at the end, but it came after two hours of wasted celluloid, cut about 90 minutes of this two hour film, and maybe I'd give it two babes).

    Thursday, November 11, 2004

    Crash Near To Me

    81-year-old walks away from crash

    By: BEN BENTON Staff Writer
    Source: The Daily Post-Athenian

    A Kingston man might agree with the saying among pilots that any landing you walk away from is a good one.

    Around 1:30 p.m. Friday, McMinn County emergency personnel scrambled to the area of County Road 67, where local residents said a small, single-engine airplane went down in a hilly field.

    Nearby resident Josh Guthrie said he was the first to reach the man, identified by authorities as 81-year-old John K. Franzreb of Kingston.

    “When I got down there he was hanging upside down,” said Guthrie, who noted the pilot seemed calm and relatively uninjured.


    “I asked him if he wanted us to call an ambulance and he said, no, that he was all right. I said, ‘I’m going to call them anyway,’ and he said, ‘Well, OK. But don’t call my wife,’” Guthrie laughed.


    At the scene, it appeared that the pilot might have successfully landed the little canvas-covered aircraft had it not been for a barbed wire fence stretching across the field where he attempted his landing.

    From the marks visible, it appeared the man got the plane on the ground and slowed down considerably before hitting the fence which folded the plane’s wings and turned it upside down.


    Another nearby resident, Bill Woody, also talked with the pilot and had seen the plane circling with apparent problems.

    “He was flying around my house next to the nursery,” Woody said. “He was going real slow and his engine kept cutting out and then it died on him.”

    This is right out near my house and I didn't even know about it until I happened to see this story on the front page of the paper on the way out from work.

    Gives me something to think about every time I hear one of those small planes buzzing by overhead (which is alot more often than you might think).

    Friday, November 05, 2004

    More Sound Files

    Because nobody demanded it, here are some sound files from my favorite movie of all time, Rutger Hauer's homage to Zatoichi, Blind Fury!"

    First, what is quite possibly the most clever line of dialogue in film, ever. (profanity alert)
    Next, Nick (Rutger Hauer) tells us all why life is so difficult.
    Finally, Nick reveals how witty he truly is.

    And, one sound unrelated to Blind Fury, "Some folks call it a sling blade, I call it a Keyser Blade."

    Sunday, October 31, 2004

    Fred Willard, Comic Genius

    Ah, A Mighty Wind, the least well received of Christopher Guest's mocumentaries (the others being Waiting for Guffman and, of course, This is Spinal Tap), and I think unjustly so, as the film is a wealth of subtle comedy.

    And it has a tremendous performance by Fred Willard, comic genius. He plays Mike LaFontaine, an entertainment manager who was a character on a little remembered show called "Wha' Happened."

    For the longest time I scoured the internet for soundfiles of his famous catch-phrases from that show, to no avail. Now, courtesy of my DVD-Burner, I bring to you the Fred Willard A Mighty Wind sound files:

    "I don't think so!"
    "I got a weal wed wagon!"
    "I can't do my work!"
    "Wha' Happened?"
    "Hey, wha' happened?"

    And, for those who care, I'm working on other sound clips that I can't find anywhere (high on my list are the Cocoanut Pete songs from Club Dread). So stay tuned., your source for obscure and unwanted soundfiles.

    Additionally, if anyone out there has any requests that are reasonably small, so as not to eat up all my bandwidth, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I'd post you a list of movies that I have, but it'd be quite long and boring.

    Saturday, October 30, 2004

    Watch What Your Co-Workers Are Doing

    By way of Daily Rotten:

    Detroiter faces charges in sword slaying of plant co-worker
    "A 30-year-old man, who said he'd been bullied for months at the plant where he worked, fashioned a piece of metal into a sword and killed a co-worker, police said... The slaying occurred shortly before 11:50 p.m. Wednesday at Peerless Metal Co., in the 6300 block of West Fort at Livernois. When officers arrived at the plant they found the body of Anthony Williams, 40, lying on the shop floor. He almost had been decapitated in the attack. Police arrested the Detroit man, who was sitting in a chair about 20 feet away from the body smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. His clothes were blood-splattered and he was the only other person in the building, police said."

    That's the true story, here's how I think it went, CSI flashback style:

    "Hey stupid, what'cha doin?" Tony asks as Chet presses the thin, two foot bar of metal against the grinder, sending a bright fan of sparks back into his face, singing his skin and clothes.

    After a few unanswered seconds Tony asks, "I said, 'Hey stupid, what'cha doin?"

    Chet flips the power switch on the grinder and holds the smoking metal up and examines its glowing edge.

    "Maybe I should make myself easier to understand...What," Tony starts, punctuating each following word with a sharp poke to Chet's chest, "are (poke), you (poke), doing (poke), shithead (poke-poke)?"

    "Making a sword to kill you with." Chet Sighs and holds the metal out straight, staring down its length.

    "Right." Tony says and walks off.

    The lesson here is if you work in a metal shop and constantly pick on somebody pay attention if they look like they're making a weapon.

    More Sounds

    Probably not much real posting going to happen since GTA: San Andreas is eating away lots of time. I'm still in the first quarter of the game, but the city is huuuuuge, I spent quite a bit of time just driving around exploring...and you get to play pool in the game.

    Here are some more me-created sounds:

    "You lookin at my eye?"--from Cannibal: the Musical
    "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth."--from the Dawn of the Dead re-make.

    Friday, October 29, 2004


    Couple of sound files for you here in the early morning when I should be asleep courtesy of my spankin' new dvd-drive:

    I suggest this one for your default beep
    ...and this one for anytime.

    Thank you and good morning.

    Monday, October 25, 2004

    William Shatner Has Been

    I mentioned William Shatner's new Album Has Been in an earlier post. I told you to go listen to the song "I Can't Get Behind That," and I still demand that.

    I have come to realize after listening to this album many, many times in the last few days that this is one of the best collections of songs produced in the history of mankind.

    It's a bit like that first Johnny Cash/Rick Rubin collaboration in that Ben Folds has taken what people would expect and turned it on it's ear.

    The William Shatner that we know from the Priceline Commercials is here, but, while some of these songs are intentionally funny, there is also a surprising amount of what I think of as genuine emotion here. You get to hear Billy speak about his former wife's death, fears of growing old, becoming a joke, and even a funny little song about death.

    There really aren't enough funny little songs about death out there.

    Four Bobs

    Friday, October 22, 2004

    The Grudge

    It's Lost In Translation with Buffy as Scarlett and a creepy Japanese Kid with no genitals as Bill Murray!

    Three Babes!

    El Mariachi

    Look, it's Tony Banderas looking confused at the Wal-Mart Holiday Meeting from Dallas Texas! Why were He and Melanie there? Who knows! Do you think he got to keep the vest, the buttons, both or neither?

    Inside Joke

    Middle Name Generator v 1.0 (beta)

    One of the themes of Kurt Vonnegut's writing is that of the loneliness of modern humans. He posits that the reason for this loneliness is that humans are biologically predisposed to live in large extended communities, which they did for thousands of years in Tribal, or Folk Societies.

    Modern Culture has stunted that and thus made people very unhappy, which is the root of most of our problems.

    His solution to this, as put forward in Slapstick is for the government to create new, arbitrary families at random, thus giving everyone thousands of potential family members.

    Just as in a real family there would be people who you would like or not like, but you would always have a network of people to go to anywhere.

    He envisions a world where each family would have its own magazines and embassies in different cities and countries where members could go to socialize, or when they need a little help. Families would be able to take care of themselves.

    The method for assigning these families was the random generation of a new middle name for everyone, using the power of the Social Security Administrations computers to assign a random word for everyone that would take the place of their middle name and which would include them in a 'family' composed of all those who share the same name. In Slapstick there is a number as well, but I don't think enough people read this page to need that many variables.

    Anyway, the point of this post is that I have created a beta version of this middle name assigning program. It didn't even require much computing power, just a little time.

    Remember this is just a beta version, the sampling of words is a bit limited, but I hope to add more as demand requires.

    Just click here for your new random middle name.

    Publish your results in the comments below and greet your new family members!

    Thursday, October 21, 2004

    My Hero

    Free Idea

    On the way home from work the other night I had a flash of inspiration and thought of a brilliant way that we could pretty much eliminate drunk driving.

    Tiny, tiny keys.

    I'd make the ignition very small and indistinct as well. Perhaps give it the ability to move about on the dash independently.

    The result of this would be that those who are inebriated on any substance would not be able to start their cars.

    Get to work on this Detroit.

    Tuesday, October 19, 2004

    Yet More Vonnegut

    The Republicans were high as kites at their convention, of course, since victory was a certainty. The enemy candidate was buried up to his neck in Populism, whereas their own candidate was buried up to his neck in God. Nothing remained to be done, so autographing parties starring the President's wife and daughters loomed large on official schedules for every day.

    These pleasant, pretty women were modest and shy. They seemed to say with body language: "You should be getting the autographs of the really famous movie stars around."

    --Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeter's Foma and Granfalloons

    Monday, October 18, 2004

    New Mick Foley Book

    Look, it's a new Mick Foley Children's Book about WWE Wrestling Characters, and it's drawn by Jill Thompson. The world of Professional Wrestling and Sandman, they're not just linked by Raven anymore.

    More Vonnegut

    Vonnegut brings up the idea of Folk Societies in the current book that I am reading, which are what are typically viewed as simple societies, mostly tribal in nature that pre-date what we call civilization. What Daniel Quinn would also refer to as tribal societies. He then posits that the problems in our societies arise from our body chemistries being designed to exist in those types of societies.

    And I say to you that we are full of chemicals which require us to belong to folk societies, or failing that, to feel lousy all the time. We are chemically engineered to live in folk societies, just as fish are chemically engineered to live in clean water--and there aren't any folk societies anymore.

    How lucky for you to be here today, for I can explain everything. Sigmund Freud admitted that he did not know what women wanted. I know what they want. Cosmopolitan magazine says they want orgasms, which can only be a partial answer at best. Here is what women really want: They want lives in folk societies, wherin everyone is a friendly relative, and no act or object is without holiness. Chemicals make them want that. Chemicals make us all want that.

    Then he goes on to explain our attemts to form clubs and orginizations to take these societies and extended families place. And he puts his traditional bitter coating on the sweet message.

    There are other good clubs. The Loyal Order of the Moose is open to any male who is Christian and white. I myself admire The War Dads of America. In order to become a War Dad, one must have had a friend or a relative who served in the armed forces of the United States sometime during the past 195 years. The friend or relative need not have received an honorable discharge, though that helps, I'm told.

    It also helps to be stupid. My father and grandfather were not stupid, so they did not join the Moose or anything. They chose solitude instead. Solitude can be nearly as comforting as drugs or fraternities, since there are no other people to remind a solitary person how little like a folk society his society has become. My father had only his young wife with him on his happiest day. My grandfather had only a friend with him on his happiest day. There was very little talking--because the locomotive made so much noise.

    As for my own happiest day: I was happy because I believed that the Department of Anthropology at the University of Chicago was a small, like-minded family which I was being allowed to join. This was not True.

    As I have said before, I can explain everything in terms of this biochemical-anthropological theory of mine. Only two men are less mystified by the human condition than I am today: Billy Graham and Maharishi. If my theory is mistaken, it scarcely matters, since I was told that this need not be a serious speech anyway.

    Also, whether I am mistaken or not, we are surely doomed, and so are our artifacts. I have the word of an astronomer on this. Our sun is going to exhaust its fuel eventually. When the heat stops rushing out from its core, our sun will collapse on itself. It will continue to collapse until it is a ball perhaps forty miles in diameter. We could put it between here and Bridgeport.

    It will wish to collapse even more, but the atomic nuclei will prevent this. An irresistible force will meet an immovable object, so to speak. There will be a tremendous explosion. Our sun will become a supernova, a flash such as the Star of Bethlehem is thought to have been. Earth Day cannot prevent this.

    Somewhere in that flash will be the remains of a 1912 Oldsmobile, a cowcatcher from a locomotive, the University of Chicago, and the paperclip from this year's Blashfield Address.

    I thank you.

    --Kurt Vonnegut Wampeters, Foma & Granfalloons

    from The Address to the National Institute of Arts and Letters, 1971

    Just thought it was interesting subject matter to bring to your attention and has the double impact of tying in directly to a discussion I had at work with someone the other night.

    Online Personality Quizes

    Here you go for those who care, my results on an online MBTI/Enneagram test. I was as truthfull as I could be, no trying to skew the results.

    Conscious self
    Overall self

    ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population.
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    Sunday, October 17, 2004

    The Man of Steel?

    The story is pretty much everywhere that is interested in it on the net right now, but The Beat is where I saw it first.

    Director of the in production Superman film Bryan Singer has been adamant in his desire to cast an unknown in the titular role, and the rumor is that the fellow to the right a mister Brandon Routh is all but locked to play Big Blue.

    The Beat says the image to the right came from Routh's website (which as of this writing is down due to--wonder why--bandwidth excess), and is from a costume party. What strikes me about the picture is how damn much he looks like Christopher Reeve there, and if he is the choice it is a good one to invoke the ideas of those films.

    Who is young Routh, you ask? He was Seth Anderson #1 on ABC Soap Opera One Life to Live, and was a guy on MTV's teen-sex soap opera Undressed. He's been in a few other tv shows, and just finished wrapping his first feature film.

    I hope he can act, but if Singer has faith in him, I'm sure he can.

    Harry at AICN thinks this is a very strong possibility, which adds some credence, so I'm betting it's just a short time till Warner Bros makes the announcement.

    So, ladies and gentlemen, DC's two oldest icon characters are coming soon to a theater near you played by relatively untested actors based solely on their suitability for the roles! Has Warner Bros finally learned the dreadful lessons of Batman and Robin and Catwoman? Not a chance! They're just completely schizophrenic! But this time their schizophrenia is a boon and not a bust.

    Latino Review broke the story.

    Saturday, October 16, 2004

    Quote the Rodriguez

    And it's actually better if you learn movies on your own, without formal training--otherwise your movies will be too formal. Now, you may hear all the time that you need to learn the rules to break the rules. Don't bother. I've found it more effective to ignore everything and question everything because it can all be rethought and improved, and in the end the only techniques worth knowing are the ones you invent yourself.

    --Robert Rodriguez, Rebel Wtihout a Crew(200)

    Friday, October 15, 2004

    Movie Time

    Team America: World Police

    This isn't a laugh a minute movie. There are plenty of laughs there, but this is more of a situational humor movie. More funny strange rather than funny ha-ha.

    A kid behind me said to someone else behind me "Do you realize how boring this movie is?"

    It isn't really boring, just played very straight for the most part.

    This is a big summer action film with puppets and a bit of crude humor thrown in.

    Did I laugh? Yes.

    As much as at Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle? No.

    But this isn't that type of movie.

    I agree with Roger Ebert that this movie doesn't really have a point to put forward, other than people should make up their own minds about the war on Terror, and that celebrities don't know any more about things than anyone else does.

    Not as funny as South Park, but neither was There's My Bush.

    Three Babes

    Dirty Shame

    This is a hard movie to define. It reminds me of Troma's Terror Firmer, but with a much bigger budget. It feels like it's going out of its way to offend people, and in doing so comes off as quite a bit less offensive.

    Then again, any movie with an extended head-butting scene can't be all bad.

    I'm not a big John Waters fan, and this movie isn't going to turn me into one, but it isn't a one star film like Roger Ebert says it is, but it's not a four star either.

    To me, Tracy Ullman is the female equivalent of Martin Short. Neither is very funny, but, occasionaly, given the right director and script to reign in their scenery chewing muggery, can be adequate.

    Ullman is mostly adequate here.

    So is Johnny Knoxville, who seems to be pretty much Johnny Knoxville.

    "Let's Go Sexing!"

    Two Babes
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