I got some towels for Christmas. There were other gifts sporting tags with my 26-letter handle on them, so they were either meant for me or named after me, but let's talk about the towels: really big, very fluffy, and bright white. The towels, that is, not me. I'm not very fluffy.

These towels have a spongy absorbency that my other towels don't have. When I dried myself off this morning I thought about how much more rapidly these new towels soak up water than my other towels. Is it that towel technology has gotten better, or that towels lose their soak-up-ing-ness when they get old?

Have I hung on to my old towels too long, wasting precious moments every morning in superfluous skin-mopping?

The big question is this: how many times can you re-use the same towel before etiquette dictates that it be laundered? Once? Twice? Sixty? Rumor has it I'm clean after I shower, so drying off shouldn't make the towel any dirtier. But then again there's the dead skin issue. How does that factor into the equation? Clearly, I need advice from those in the know. If you are in the know, drop some science on me.

Whatever the case, I'm now one hoopy frood who knows where his towel is.

2005 Jan 01 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Inanity Over Christmas" by Madness

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The FilmWise Invisibles quizzes are amazingly well done. If you are a film nerd, or just play one one TV, then put your mad skills to the test.

I should be better at these, but there's always one or two films that I can't quite place even though they're right on the tip of my brain.

Yes, my brain has a tip. Envy me my pointy thinker.

2005 Jan 05 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "The Outdoor Type" by The Lemonheads

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I've switched to WordPress. The changeover was without problems, as far as I can see. I'm sure some things will crop up in the coming days and weeks so please excuse any broken links, display oddities, and the like.

If you spot anything 'round these parts that has gone awry, please do let me know. It's more important that the site functions well in your browser than in mine; I'm interested in hearing about anything that seems amiss, however small.

2005 Jan 06 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "C30 C60 C90" by Bow Wow wow

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Interesting bit o' film trivia that I didn't know before, and posting it here is a handy way to check whether I have WordPress handling blockquote and emphasis tags correctly. Look at me, I'm multitasking. Go team!

UNCUBED: I heard you shot an alternate ending for Cube? Is there any way you can tell us a little about that?

VINCENZO NATALI: No one is supposed to know this, but I did shoot a short epilogue to Cube. But I will never reveal what it was. The film has been destroyed.

—From an interview on Uncubed.com

Natali's latest film, Nothing, will probably get at least honorable mention on my Top Films of 2004 list when I get around to posting it. The holdup is I have yet to see two films that have at least a chance of making the list. Give me until the weekend, 'k?

But here's a teaser to tide you over until then:

Films that might've made your list but certainly won't make mine: Kill Bill Volume 2, Fahrenheit 9/11, The Passion of the Christ, Dawn of the Dead (2004), and Shrek 2.

2005 Jan 12 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Substitute" by The Who

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I filled up my car today. (You remember my car: it's the one that tries to kill me.) I was dismayed to see that gas prices have climbed all the way to the summit of Mount Crazy and planted the flag of Gaspriceland. In fact, it was probably planted in the chest of a Sherpa.

aside:

The official flag Gaspriceland features a big, scrawled dollar sign circled by the words "Screw you and the car you drove in on." It's black as night, and features a silhouette of somebody bent over the trunk of their car. They call it the Jolly Rogering. This not a nice flag.

end of aside

It cost $40.00 to fill up my car. I almost left it there.

Worst of all, each pump had its very own Annoy-O-Vision system: an LCD monitor that played commercials at me.

It told me about the snack special. It told me about stock prices. It extolled the joys of the car wash. It told me I looked stupid in my hat. It carefully explained the Very Rightness of the cleaning additives in the fuel my thirsty car was gulping down.

aside:

Fuel additives are made out of people.

end of aside

Today was a day that the world became a little more annoying. There is no person in this blue-green world who wants spam-vertisements thrust at their corneas and down their ear canals when they're standing in the cold pumping gas that was probably raised an extra 5 cents per metric tablespoon to pay for that bloody at-pump-TV.

That was the moment this sort of thing came into my world. It's only a matter of time before every Don't Walk sign will take it upon itself to let me know about a smoother more comfortable shave while I'm waiting to cross the street. And the following year every streetlight I approach will coincidentally happen to turn red, and will just as coincidentally stay red for the exact duration of the 6-blade Hexamatic Razor jingle.

And as I stand there unconsciously humming that catchy ditty ("He's dug by the chicks, must be blade number six!") I wonder if I'll remember that time back in 2005 when I stood in front of a highly annoying petrol pump mounted TV knowing full well it was the thin-end of a spam wedge and yet I didn't burn the whole place to the ground.

Clearly, I'm part of the problem.

2005 Jan 12 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "I Want You Back" by Hoodoo Gurus

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My favorite bands aren't the one I thought they were. At least, not according to what I actually listen to.

Here's a musical game you bloggers can play at home. First, make a list of what you think are your top 5 favorite bands. (Do it from memory: no cheating.) Then fire up iTunes, sort your music library by play count, and see what you really listen to.

Here are the bands I thought were my favorites:

  • Maria McKee
  • Belly
  • Stan Ridgway
  • The Lucksmiths
  • The Peacemakers

But when I listed my iTunes library by play count it turned out my most frequently spun tunesmiths, in order, were:

  • Madness
  • J. S. Bach
  • Lush
  • Mary's Danish
  • Styx

Well, that was a surprise.

The top five musicians I actually listen to are a ska band, a classical composer, a shoegazer band, a jazz-rock-country fusion band, and an arena rock hair-band. No punk or hardcore bands, no real indie bands, and no current bands (although one of them is still making records, but with a new 50+ year old lineup).

You know, in my mind I'm a lot cooler than that.

Digging deeper into the list, the bands that round out my top 20 are:

  • The Donnas
  • Bow Wow Wow
  • Patty Griffin
  • Yeah Yeah Yeahs
  • Stan Ridgway
  • Planet P Project
  • Belly
  • The Sundays
  • Maria McKee
  • Stan Ridgway
  • The Lucksmiths
  • Holly McNarland
  • Maria McKee
  • Gin Blossoms
  • Kirsty MacColl

The only one of my guesses that was even in my top 10 was Stan Ridgway, and he just squeaked in. And my pick of The Peacemakers didn't even show up in the top 20 at all (although the related band Gin Blossoms did appear).

I wasn't even close. Have I even met me?

2005 Jan 17 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: probably not the one I think it is.

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A Real Pages-Turner. The Mac Mini and the iPod Shuffle will sell by the boatload. Hell, they could put those boats on other, bigger boats and sell boatloads of boatloads by the boatload.

Their appeal is appealing enough that I wanted to run out and buy one of each even though I don't need a new Mac or iPod just now. But the siren call of "cheap, simple, and pretty" is a very strong one (two out of three of which are part of my own personal appeal, I've been told).

John Gruber (whose Markdown I use on this blog, and whose SmartyPants I'll also use as soon as I correct its silly "triple-dash for em-dash" markup rule which hurts my typesetter's eyes as much as that plug-in's InTerCapiTal name) recently wrote:

None of the other announcements in Jobs's keynote address compare to the iPod Shuffle or Mac Mini in terms of interest, appeal, or potential to change the industry.

I generally agree with Gruber, but of all the rumors that circulated before MacWorld the one which tugged my dangly bits the most was the one about a new word processor from Apple. It's called Pages, and I want it.

I suppose I'm a word processor fetishist. I've tried the majority of Macintosh word processor applications released since the original MacWrite. I still mourn the loss of MacWrite Pro years back because when it got shuffled into ClarisWorks it lost the incredibly handy ability to search for text by format (eg. "find the next block of red text").

I currently have AppleWorks, Nisus Express, and Mariner Write installed on my PowerBook. I use Final Draft for screenwriting. I also use TextEdit and, to a far greater extent, BBEdit for shorter pieces and scripting. That's six different applications for working with text, and the list doesn't even include tools like Stickies, graphical text editing in Photoshop or Illustrator, and so forth.

For me, text processing tools are the most important reason I have a computer. I don't like computers for what they are, I like them for what I can do with them. The announcement of a new word processor by Apple excites me much more than the latest round of "smaller, faster, cheaper."

The name of the word processor is a good one. The only problem I have with the name is that it will make it difficult to talk about the application itself because of the overuse of the word "pages" mixed with the title Pages (which is different than "title pages"—see what I mean?).

Apple's new Pages application looks more like InDesign Mini than AppleWorks Maxi. It's worrisome that the default page in the Pages pages (What did I tell you?) on Apple's site is "Page Designs" rather than "Word Processor."

I have hope that this is a fast, stable, sensible word processor. I can't wait to try it out. If I wore a bit, I'd be chomping at it. I'd also probably have a much kinkier sex life, but a word processor can't solve all my problems.

2005 Jan 18 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Whiskey Tango" by Tanya Donelly

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I've finally decided on my list of favorite films from 2004. This isn't it. You see, I've decided it but I haven't written it. Writing is for tomorrow. Sleeping is for tonight.

In the meantime, here's a quick list of the movies I didn't get to see in 2004 but which I really wanted to see. I'm sure I'll get around to all of them eventually, but for now they're they Could've Beens.

Some didn't play here (for "here" please substitute accordingly: "in Toronto," "in North America," or "more than a single time and that was in some country where they speak without vowels"). Others only played in festivals at which I didn't get festly. Some slipped past in limited release without me hearing about them until all that was left was a faded corner of their poster peeking out from behind an ad for The Whole Ten Yards.

So without further ado, here are My Could've-Been Favorite Movies of 2004:

Any movies you didn't see but wish you did? I bet there were a lot more you did see but which you hadn't.

2005 Jan 19 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "A Forest" by The Cure

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2004 was a good year for film. Sure, we were hip-deep in the usual sludge churned out by a typically uninspired and uninspiring movie making system. But there were gems in the muck.

Just so you know my personal bias, my favorite film of all time is Joe Versus The Volcano. That's as good a reason as any to ignore any Top Five or Top Ten or Top Seventeen And Five-Eighths list from me, so go away.

Still here? Fine, but your stubbornness isn't impressing anyone.

Here are my Top Five favorite films from 2004:

  1. Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow
  2. The Incredibles
  3. Shaun of the Dead
  4. Baadasssss!
  5. Goodbye, Dragon Inn

Yes, Sky Captain was my favorite film of the year. I loved it from the start, my eyes increasingly child-wide as I fell into the "retro-future" world of it all. At about the halfway point I was actually pulled out of the film by my realization of how much I was enjoying it. Right then in the middle of my first time seeing it I knew I was watching one of my favorite films.

The Incredibles was aptly named. Brad Bird kicks ass, Pixar kicks ass, and together they booted booty. Edna Mode should receive a best supporting actress nod.

Shaun of the Dead is the zombie movie I've been waiting two decades to see. In fact, it's the zombie movie I wish I'd made. The bastards.

Baadasssss! is one of the best films about filmmaking ever. I've long insisted that Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song is the most important film of the 70s, and hopefully Baadasssss! will pull the cluetrain into a new generation's station.

Goodbye, Dragon Inn is the only film I saw three times in the cinema last year. Even Sky Captain only brought me out twice. GDI is a bittersweet, textured, and beautiful meditation on watching movies, or more specifically on the love of watching movies.

As I wrote, 2004 was a good year for movies. There were many others that could have made my list in another year, or could easily have made this year's list if I'd been in a different mood when I wrote it up. Below are the Honorable Mention movies, all of which I anticipate watching many times in the future. I'll probably be watching them alone now that you all know my taste in film, but them's the breaks.

Movies are my friends.

2005 Jan 21 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Naomi" by The Mr. T Experience

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People can argue all they like about the merits and quality of a free and open encyclopedia like the Wikipedia, but no stogy, dusty shelf-bowing volume I know of ever included a thoughtful page on röckdöts.

\m/

(Thanks to Tim Bray's Ongoing site for tipping me wise to this.)

2005 Jan 21 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "To Hell With Poverty" by Gang Of Four

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A heaping toilet bowl of comment spam sludged its way into my blog tonight, so I've disabled comments. It's probably a temporary measure as it shouldn't be that hard to cobble together a means of thwarting any bot-inserted spam. For now, though, let's stick with trackbacks and e-mail if something here tickles your response bone.

2005 Jan 22 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Kill All The Spammers" by I dunno, but SOMEBODY should write it.

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I'm taking up the bad movie challenge issued by Norbizness, who dares us to list the movies we've seen from the IMDB's Bottom 100 list.

#3 'Manos' the Hands of Fate—Seen it before MST3K got their hands on it. I'm not saying I'm proud of that, I'm just saying.

#4 The Wild World of Batwoman—The only nice thing I can say about this movie is that it wasn't as bad as Manos. So, it has that going for it.

#8 Future War—If it's from the 80s and has Future in the title then I've seen it.

#10 Space Mutiny—If it's from the 80s and has Space in the title then I've seen it three times.

#22 Police Academy: Mission to Moscow—I watched every Police Academy movie. Why? I don't know. I don't even like the damn things. Clearly, I have a problem.

#27 Santa Claus Conquers the Martians—I'll get you Santa. You just wait.

#28 Leonard Part 6—I love this movie, so back off man.

#29 Robot Monster—I've got four word for you: gorilla suit, space helmet. Now try to tell me you don't want to see it too.

#30 House of the Dead—I weep for those lost 90 minutes.

#31 Battlefield Earth: A Saga of the Year 3000—I paid for a different movie and hopped into this theater instead. I wanted to see if it was as bad as I'd assumed while still ensuring the Scientologist asshats didn't get a dime out of me. It was, and they didn't.

#32 Lawnmower Man 2: Beyond Cyberspace—What can I say, I'm a Matt Frewer fan. He was Max Headroom fer chrissakes, cut him some slack.

#36 Cool as Ice—Who would have guessed that remaking Rebel Without A Cause starring a pointy haired flava of the month wearing fluorescent pants and a leather jacket that says "Sex Me Up" would be a bad idea? Crap crap baby.

#38 Jaws: The Revenge—The tag line was "This time it's personal" … and it sure felt that way.

#40 The Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre—My excuse is I see every horror movie. I don't know what excuse Renee Zellweger and Matthew McConaughey have.

#42 Bolero—This time my excuse is boobies. So sue me.

#43 Shanghai Surprise—I thought it couldn't be as bad as it looked. Lesson learned.

#45 Police Academy 6: City Under Siege—Remember the bit about me watching every Police Academy movie? Yeah, well, this is that bit again.

#47 Rollerball—I've seen the original. The people who made this one hadn't.

#49 Teen Wolf Too—Jason Bateman is funny.

#51 Smokey and the Bandit Part 3—Oh Burt, what happened?

#52 Police Academy 5: Assignment: Miami Beach—Hey, it's the return of that bit about how I have seen every Police Academy movie, but with nothing new to add. Just like a Police Academy movie.

#54 Mannequin: On the Move—I actually quite like the first Mannequin movie. I'm sad like that.

#55 Captain America—I can't believe they thawed him out for this.

#57 Bride of the Monster—You think Plan 9 From Outer Space is the real deal, but you don't know. You just don't know.

#58 The Master of Disguise—In the theater! Damn my eyes, I saw it in the theater!

#59 Tarzan, the Ape Man—Clearly, I'll watch anything if there's even the slightest hope of catching sight of a nipple.

#60 Spice World—Hey, it's a lot better than you'd think. (I know: it'd have to be, right?)

#61 Rhinestone—Hey, it's a lot worse than you'd think. (I know: sounds impossible, right?)

#62 Mortal Kombat: Annihilation—The first one blew me away. The second one blew.

#65 The Brain That Wouldn't Die—People are picking on this. It's b-movie goodness.

#68 Mr. Nanny—They won't get me a second time, so I'm not seeing The Pacifier when it comes out.

#73 Barb Wire—I saw it in the theater, and I recall actually kinda liking it as a fun remake of Casablanca that didn't take itself seriously.

#74 Crossroads—There are a few good movies called Crossroads. This is none of them.

#75 Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot—I don't know why I saw this. Maybe I wasn't regulating my medication properly. Saw it in a smelly multiplex, which just heightened the experience.

#76 Cyborg 2—If it's sci-fi, I've probably scene it. Because I can't be taught, apparently.

#77 Jaws 3-D—I figured if I could sit though Jaws: The Revenge I could sit through this.

#78 An Alan Smithee Film: Burn Hollywood Burn—I saw it for the title. Damn my literacy.

#79 RoboCop 3—An affront against the cherished memory of the first RoboCop film.

#81 The Mangler—Hey, at least I didn't watch The Mangler 2. Give me some credit for not watching every crap sequel.

#86 Iron Eagle II—I spoke too soon: having seen Iron Eagle II, III, and IV I guess I do see every crap sequel after all.

#91 Superman IV: The Quest for Peace—I have a weakness for superhero movies. Too bad this wasn't one.

#100 The Avengers—Looked like Emma Peel, felt like chemical peel.

In all, I've seen 42 of the Bottom 100 movies. That's fewer than I would have suspected. I guess I have better taste than I thought. Yeah, that must be it.

2005 Jan 22 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "4321" by The Adicts

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Remember the Wikipedia page about heavy metal umlauts that I blogged about a couple of days ago? It's now the subject of a thoughtful and fascinating scholarly treatise by Jon Udell. (Flash required, but worth it.)

2005 Jan 23 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Low Red Moon" by Belly

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Andy Ihnatko sums up the passing of Johnny Carson better than anybody in this entry on his blog. It's a terrific post, and an example of why Ihnatko is one of my favorite writers.

It's interesting to note that the Carson obituary on CNN only brings up Jay Leno to mention he's the current host of the Tonight Show. No quotes or other responses sought from the pretender to the throne. That's as good a way as any to sum up the relative impact of Carson and Leno.

Johnny was as good as it gets.

2005 Jan 24 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "All That Money Wants" by Psychedelic Furs

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The European Space Agency has made available for download the first sounds recorded on Titan. And they chew.

What a disappointment, what a lost opportunity. And now the ESA must eat my words…

Update: Yes, dear reader, the title of that article was taken from an old Movie Punks comic as some of you have noticed (56 by e-mail count so far, and whoops 3 more as I type this). No, dear reader, it should not be taken as a hint that I'm about to relaunch the comic. I'm not nearly that subtle.

2005 Jan 24 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Needles & Pins" by The Ramones

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Cell Phone Strangeness in Carringtonland. I've been getting voice mail messages on my cell phone. That's normal. That's nothing to blog home about.

What's not so normal, and a bit more blogworthy, is the fact that these messages are a month old. One month to the day as far as I can tell; I just got a Christmas greeting and I doubt it came 11 months early.

There's clearly something odd going on at Bell, or maybe my cell phone is just playing silly buggers with me because I keep losing it. (By which I mean leaving it in my car and being sure I've lost it until I remember that every other time I thought that it turned out to be in my car.)

Come to think of it, maybe I am losing it after all.

2005 Jan 25 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Back In Flesh" by Wall Of Voodoo

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My latest favorite film toy is my Shuttle Express. It has a jog dial surrounded by a rubberized shuttle wheel and five buttons. It's a "how did I edit without this?" sort of item.

It's a perfect Final Cut Pro companion, plus all its press-able bits can do different things in different programs. Handy dandy. I've even got it set up as a volume knob and track-skipper that controls iTunes when I'm on the net. I've become terribly spoiled by it.

Speaking of being spoiled, the mostest awesomest thing about this toy is that it was a gift! Jinkies, what a perfect present. It ker-thunked into my life from Erin (a mostest awesomest gal herself).

There are four things you should know about Erin:

  1. She has a new blog which is on my blogroll must- read list, and should be on yours too.
  2. She runs her own vintage t-shirt site called Who Gives A Shirt that sells oodles of v. cheap and v. cool Ts, arranges a monthly free gift, and is even willing to barter. How cool is that?
  3. I met her a hundred billion years ago when I was running a Toronto BBS called The Rabbit Hole.
  4. She runs the monthly nerd night of public gaming that I look forward to for 29 days in a row.

You wish you had friends like Erin. I'm one lucky Carrington.

2005 Jan 25 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Radio Free Europe" by R.E.M.

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I daydreamed in the shower this morning, and then realized I couldn't remember which step in the showering process I was on. Which parts of me had I already washed, and which still needed a soap-and-rinse?

I guess I'm eventually going to be one of those old fellows who stands in the middle of the kitchen wondering what I went in there for.

Am I hungry, or was I answering the phone? Maybe I was going to feed the cat. Or maybe I was going to do the dishes. Hmm, no dishes in the sink…but maybe I just washed them and I wasn't entering the kitchen but rather leaving it because I just put the dishes away. How can I tell? How?!?

Wait, what am I worried about? That could never be me. I'm a dog person.

Fwew!

Anyway, there I was standing in the faux rain without any idea how long I'd been washing or what I'd accomplished suds-wise so far. I had some clues, though. For one thing, I wasn't Pruney McPrunefingers so I knew I hadn't been soaking there for hours.

Another clue was my face, or more specifically my stubble. Or even more specifically my lack of stubble. Which is a long way of writing I could tell that I'd shaved. In fact, running my hand around the circumference of my eggy head told me that my whole noggin was nice 'n' shoven.

But what about the rest of me. I didn't have a big stank on when I'd started, so there was no way to know if my bar of soap had made its daily Carrington constitutional. I played it safe and started from scratch.

It occurs to me that it would be handy to keep a vessel of soot by the side of the tub. A quick dusting of black powder before I started would give me a visual checklist, freeing my mind to wander and think interesting thinks.

I could gain a full five or ten minutes extra creative time every single morning! I bet if I implemented Soot Plan A by this weekend I might write a whole extra novel in my lifetime.

What a great idea! There is no possible downside at all to the idea of having a big pile of soot heaped on a pedestal in my bathroom. Why didn't I think of this before?

Wait, I know why: because my mind was cluttered with useless trivia like "Arms and pits done; chest currently sudsy and awaiting a rinse; legs on deck." What a catch-22. We need to implement Soot Plan A to have time to think of something as brilliant as Soot Plan A.

I can't wait to find out what Soot Plan B is when I have time to think of it tomorrow.

2005 Jan 26 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "I Drove All Night" by Cyndi Lauper

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Stephen Chow's next movie is called Kung Fu Hustle. You can watch the trailer on Apple's movie trailer site. No, scratch that: you must watch the trailer.

There is no way this movie can really be as good as the trailer makes it look. If it is, then when I see it in March my head will explode.

Chow's last film was the splendiferous Shaolin Soccer. I thought that film was just about perfect, and in particular Chow's direction was masterful. His page on IMDB says he directed 5 films before Shaolin Soccer. I must see them. Now.

Until then I'm going to watch the Kung Fu Hustle trailer again and dream of being a filmmaker that creative and assured. The bastard.

2005 Jan 31 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Running From Your Dad" by Bowling For Soup

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The helmet of death has the best disclaimer ever.

2005 Jan 31 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "Just Before Mary Goes" by Universal Honey

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I started responding to the daily e-mail requests to bring back Movie Punks in a new way about two weeks ago. Instead of the usual "someday, but not now" blurb I switched to a simple "I'll start it again when Mitch starts up NN2S." It seemed a safe way to buy me a year or so.

You can see where I'm going with this, can't you?

What I didn't count on was the fact that Mitch is a bastard and psychic and a meanie. And a fantastic comic artist, okay, sure, but mostly a bastard and psychic and a meanie. And maybe a monkey.

Shortly after my foolish change in tack, Mitch switched from his tried and true "in a year or so" stance to a new and exciting "maybe a bit sooner, by which I mean much sooner, by which I mean, oh, let's say Wednesday of next week."

And then, because of the aforementioned tendencies toward the psychic and bastard and meanie side of life (not necessarily in that order, and although I'm not sure where the monkey bit fits into the equation I know it's there somewhere), he couldn't resist the temptation of not even waiting until Wednesday.

You can see where I'm going with this, can't you?

He's brought back Nothing Nice To Say as of today.

He couldn't even wait two darn days, for Christ's sack?

aside:

No, that wasn't a typo. Hallelujah.

end of aside

So here I am faced with an in-box containing about 150 messages throwing the "Movie Punks will return when NN2S returns" stance back in my face. Digitally speaking.

You can see where I'm going with this, can't you?

Well, you're wrong. I'm going back to "someday, but not now." Ha, you thought you had me there, didn't you? But you underestimated my ability to say "Meh, so I lied. Sue me."

Go enjoy NN2S. This is a good day in comicland.

2005 Jan 31 // Link // E-mail
Song in my head: "You're No Rock n' Roll Fun" by Sleater-Kinney