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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

A post from somewhere not so close to the edge.

            I have a job again.  Took up until now for them to get back to me, but I’m working again.  So once more I am selling books and brewing espresso.  I climb into the indie saddle and ride the caffeinated horse.  This time around I’m working at a different store.  Same chain, though.  I just don’t think I could deal with the management there.  The General Manager is just so… inept.  No more!  This new store is farther, but it seems more laid back and yet more organized.  I hope it’s worth the location.  Today, being my second day, was interesting.  I was in the cafĂ© nearly the whole time and even had an hour all alone.  It’s been so long since I’ve been trained to professionally sling beans.  But I dealt and it went well.  Met some cool co-workers too, though it seems like everyone is leaving soon.  So, books and coffee.  Thanks for the degree, Pitt.

            In recreational news I’ve been reading a lot.  A book called The Intern Blues.  Most of my friends will already recognize the title from me talking about it.  It’s the diaries of 3 first year medical interns at a New York City hospital program.  And it’s incredible.  The lives these people lead are nuts.  The program is nuts.  The system for getting internships and the internships themselves are insane.  I recommend this even if you’re not into non-fiction.  Its narrative is strong enough to be read as a collection of stories.  But knowing that everything happened, it’s really mind-boggling. 

            I’ve also been watching a bunch of films from Netflix.  Finally got to Read or Die.  Not everything I expected but still well worth the time I spent watching it.  It’s about a nefarious plot to obtain rare Beethoven manuscripts by cloning obscure literary peoples, such as insect specialists and Zen monks, to do the villain's bidding.  The main agent fighting back has the ability to control paper. 

            Gossip?  Not much.  The lady and I have been to exhausted to fight or anything juicy like that.  And most friends are MIA, off schedule or working elsewhere so there hasn’t been much craziness.  Hence the reading and movie bonanza.  In fact, I’ve been getting most of my entertainment from a few select blogs.  And I’m not too ashamed to say that I revel at the fun some people I know are reporting and smirk at some of the problems I see other people causing for themselves.  And am I being blocked by a serial trouble-maker?  Oh, it’s so high-school I could plotz!

            Oh, and I nearly forgot.  I entered (by way of much parental prodding) a short fiction contest from Moment magazine.  If you don’t know the publication, ask your Jewish friends or their parents.  The results aren’t out until October so I will not be holding my breath until then.

Friday, July 1, 2005

Lots of stuff. As in items.

            Well, I have gone to media heaven.  It started with a Netflix account.  This thing is great, aside from the waiting for things to go through the mail.  I got fed up with Blockbuster not having a copy of The Lost Skeleton of Cadavera in stock.  I have the rewards things so if I get a new release I get a non-new release free.  Well, the only other movie I wanted was another new release (Primer).  So I was starting to feel a bit boned.  So I said screw that and a few days later got a Netflix account as a present.  Now I get movies delivered to my door and I get a new one as soon as I finish copying them and sending them back.  I mean…  Yeah, that’s pretty much it. 

Step two of media heaven happened about a week later.  Clarissa, Pete & Pete and Danger Mouse came in the mail!  You know what that means?  It means that I just need to copy Ren And Stimpy and burn Are You Afraid of The Dark.  Then: SNICK party at my place.  And it will rock.  I think I might even be able to get a hold of an episode of Roundhouse.  If anyone can help me with Roundhouse, let me know.  Elusive early 90’s bastard child of sketch comedy and cheesy choreography, I call on thee!

The final, and possibly most impressive, step of mission media heaven is Star Wars.  I have episodes 4-6 on DVD.  And not the way Lucas wants me to.  I have (with complete file system transfer) the Definitive Edition Laserdisc rips.  We’re talking no shrinking, full menu carry over, chapter breaks, commentary track and THX sound.  And not the Special Editions.  The original theatrical releases.  Han shoots first, Jabba doesn’t show up at the Mos Eisley Space Port and the Yub-Yub song is there in all its glory at the end of Jedi!

I know a lot of people out there will probably want copies because, honestly, I don’t think anyone out there would prefer the “special editions”.  Do you?  Nah.  I won’t sell them because that’s all super-illegal and kind of dick.  But what would be ruder is to not share them either.  If you want a set, drop a line. 

             I haven’t been planted in front of the TV for weeks, though.  I’ve seen some daylight.  Went to AC, breaking about even.  I saw Batman Begins on IMAX there, though that‘s back in front of a screen I guess.  A really big screen though!  I also went to a Renaissance Fair and ran into my friend Natalie at a diner afterwards.  Why are they called Renaissance Fairs?  They’re based around the dark ages so their timing is way off.  And some of those sword sellers are the most desperate, socially inept and undersexed wankers you’ll ever meet.  Honestly, someone should show up and reveal the secret that being a clingy, off colour-joke cracking, BO wafting hairy man with knives doesn’t make you an ideal choice as a friend or mate.  So, so creepy.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Monkey on my back.

            Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve updated.  And it’s once again marked by a movie.  This time it was Batman Begins.  Good movie, I recommend it.  Then compare it to Burton and realize how narrow-minded Timmy B really is, how he doesn’t actually direct the spirit of a project but forces himself into whatever script he’s producing.  Sometimes this works (Edward Scissorhands, A Nightmare Before Christmas) and sometimes it doesn’t (Mars Attacks, Batman Returns except for the Catwoman scenes, Planet of the Apes).  And that’s that.

            Next, new host and new strip for Freddy and The Scream.  Here's the site, or friend it to have the updates streamed to you in blog form at .  Which brings me to my next section.

            I’ve been incredibly uncreative of late.  No writing, scripting, drawing or thinking for the most part.  Well, I’ve started reading again and it’s helping a little.  So wish me luck with that.  The only thing worse than writer’s block is lack of drive so you don’t even care.  But I found my notebooks and my comic scripts.  I think I may sit down and try to finish my movie script; that should let me write without having to come up with new plots. 

            I’ve had so many little rants but I lose them before I get them down.  Shows what’s important, eh?  Oh, but speaking of rants: Stuff Your Face.  The place in NB.  There was this guy sitting at another table spewing words at his comrade as loud as a drunkard.  The first key phrase to cross the room and perch upon my ears: “Yeah, Christianity is the way to be.”  He then went on, mentioning that he was bathed in the blood of Christ and therefore clean of sin.  He also casually mention that while trying to keep things “light, nice and easy,” he managed to tell his Jew boss that he was going to hell.  I think I’m losing me temper with humanity.  Honestly, the next time something like that happens I’m just going to ask him if he’s dunk and if not to shut the hell up.  Or maybe just poll the room and see if anyone is as sick of fucked up speeches as I am.

            On that note, it’s off to 12 Monkeys, for a minor mind fuck and then bed.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Hitchhiker's Guide: A Modern Commentary

            I’m trying to get creative again, so here’s a half-assed installment.  So far, life is bumming around.  I mean, too lazy to get into hipster mode level of bumming.  Looking for inspiration, waiting for the real summer to start.  It’s mostly a waiting game for everything.  The main points of update are a movie review and a new strip.  The strip is over at .  As for the review, it’s of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.  After you read it, head over to The H2G2.  It’s the actual Guide.  As in all encompassing reference source that beats out the Encyclopedia Galactica.  I’m a registered researcher, have been for a bit.  Yay nerd bragging rights.

 


There have been a lot of complaints about The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie.  They complain about the rushing through key plot points and classic jokes, parts of the book that were skipped and the general lack of cohesion of the film.  I completely understand why these reviews see the movie like this.  But the reviewers who say this don’t actually understand the context of the movie.

            The film itself is good.  The jokes are funny.  Mos Def as Ford is great.  He has that halted yet sure sense of self that make the alien who he is.  Freeman as Dent is perfect, much more a fish out of water than Hugh Grant could pull off.  Sam Rockwell is the weakest link in the main cast.  He’s ok, but not great.  Rockwell’s style of throwing himself into each scene too hard was a bit much.  There’s none of that self assurance he’s supposed to have, just a hollow pompousness.  He’s not the loud guy at the party whom everyone wants to be around.  He’s the loud guy at the party whom everyone rolls their eyes and humors.  And Zooey Deschenel works, though by no means steal the show.

            Actually, the real show stoppers are Marvin (Alan Rickman) and Slartibartfast (Bill Nighy).  Marvin gets the quiet, subtle laughs in each scene he’s in; his depression amidst the frenetic colors and pacing work perfectly.  And Nighy has a similar understated style that lets him stutter and mumble his way into good graces.  He simply doesn’t miss on a single line.  Oh, and the whale.  The whale handled very nicely as well.

            The actual pacing is jarring and freakish.  As it’s supposed to be.  The series in its book form never really congeals into a smooth flow until the third volume.  Which is how it’s supposed to be.  The third book is where the series starts to turn sour.  The charm of the story is in its irreverence.  The fault of the movie is that it doesn’t embrace this enough and sets up to create a supposedly smooth (sort of) movement from scene to scene. 

            There’s also the specter of the missing towel entry.  Nowhere in the entire movie is an explanation of why towels are so important.  Throughout they are utilized and sought after, but never are we told why.  This is the only lack of carry over that I will sight, though.  What was there worked well. The dolphins, mice and Vogon bureaucracy all carry the movie through.

            There’s a view out there that the movie version of this multimedia story is bad because it lacks a lot of what was in the book.  In fact, there’s one review (http://www.planetmagrathea.com/notinthefilm.html) that lists item by item what is in the book and not in the movie.  Let me draw your attention to the fourth item.  The detail of nitpicking is astounding.  They want the same narration as found in the book.  Of course, this is completely flawed.  A word for word rendition of the book would be about 7 to 8 hours long, slow and awful.  The point of an adaptation is that it’s “adapted” for a new medium.  That means changed to suit the medium.  And this story is no stranger to adaptations.  It started not as this “holy” book but as a radio series.  In fact, the script for the radio series is, in my opinion, superior to the book.  The book is, by any standard, superior to the BBC mini-series and all of them are meant to stand on their own.  The radio show had jokes not found in the book.  The book was written not as a pure novelization of the radio show, but as a stand alone novel. 

And the movie succeeds in this respect.  A person seeing it for the first time, never having read the book, will get this as a movie.  They won’t miss what’s not in it from other media.  And it will entertain. 

The “purist” vision that people keep demanding in adaptations is a growing problem, one that shows how few people understand what an adaptation is.  Harry Potter 3 suffered the same fate.  The film is vastly different from the novel.  And thank god for that.  If it was the exact same thing then it would have dragged and suffered from pacing issues that make movies enjoyable.  But people still complained.  In actuality, Harry Potter 3 was a much better movie than the second Potter movie.  But it was different than the book.  It was a great adaptation but a terrible visual version of the book. 

The same can be said about The Hitchhiker’s Guide.  AS a movie it is funny, witty in parts and very charmingly told.  What it isn’t is the book.  There are parts that are in the book that you will miss when you see the movie.  But if you want a good movie, you will be pleased.  If you want to see the book, go read the book again.  And if you want the radio show, this isn’t it either.  And luckily it’s not the BBC TV version.  It’s better.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Well, that was strange

            I’ve got a lot of stuff to blog about.  Some of it is serious, some just funky junk-net stuff.  But I’m not going to get to those tonight.

            I pulled an all-nighter and finished my last paper (ever).  I woke myself up after I went to sleep.  Sometimes you wake up because you’re coughing.  Some people wake themselves when they turn over or roll around a lot.  I woke up laughing hysterically.  And it’s not linked to finals being over.  I had a funny dream and started laughing.  And then I laughed some more.  Until I woke myself up.  And after I woke up I kept laughing.  Waking up to your own laughter is one of the strangest feelings in the world.  Really confused the hell out of me.

            I’ll get back to writing more, and on a more regular basis once I get home.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Pure Frosting

            First off, and most importantly, there’s a new comic at .  It’s obviously an intro to a subplot.  Or is it…  You never can tell with these po-mo/deconstructionist works these days, can you?

 

            And now, for some quiz results:

 

Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Extraversion |||||||||||||| 53%
Stability |||||||||||||||| 70%
Orderliness |||||||||| 40%
Empathy |||||||||||| 43%
Interdependence |||||||||||||| 56%
Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Mystical |||||||||||| 50%
Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Religious |||||||||||||||| 63%
Hedonism |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Materialism |||||||||||||| 56%
Narcissism |||||||||||||||| 63%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Work ethic |||||||||| 36%
Self absorbed |||||||||||| 50%
Conflict seeking |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Need to dominate |||||||||||||||| 70%
Romantic |||||||||||| 43%
Avoidant |||||||||||| 50%
Anti-authority |||||||||||||||| 70%
Wealth |||||||||||| 50%
Dependency |||||| 30%
Change averse |||||| 23%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||| 56%
Individuality |||||||||||||||| 70%
Sexuality |||||||||||||| 56%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||||||| 63%
Physical security |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Food indulgent |||||||||||||||| 63%
Histrionic |||||||||||| 50%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Vanity |||||| 30%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||| 50%
Female cliche |||||||||||| 43%
            Conflict seeking artist intellectial.  Wait for the shock.  Ah, fuck it.



Adam's Aliases

Your movie star name: Toast Simon
Your fashion designer name is Adam Prauge
Your socialite name is Didj New York
Your fly girl / guy name is A Pob
Your detective name is Coyote East Brunswick High School
Your barfly name is Hot Pocket Gin And Tonic
Your soap opera name is Joshua West Waverly Drive
Your rock star name is Peach Buds Miata
Your star wars name is Adaluc Poball
Your punk rock band name is The Bland Autograph

            These actually came out pretty good for the most part.  I like them all except the detective name and the soap opera name.



Your Inner European is French!
Smart and sophisticated. You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.
            Like you didn't see that coming a mile away.



Your Linguistic Profile:

45% General American English
40% Yankee
15% Dixie
0% Midwestern
0% Upper Midwestern
Your Seduction Style: The Dandy
You're a non-traditionalist, not limited by gender roles or expectations. Your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories. It's hard to pin you down, and that's what's fascinating about you. You have the psychology of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

It has been a good week

            I know it’s been a while.  I’ve actually missed updates because I’ve been doing things.  But now I’m supposed to be writing papers so I have time to waste.  Hey, Word is open so it’s a start

            So, this week I met Lisa Loeb.  It was fantastic.  I got all giddy and when I handed her a CD (Reality Bites) she asked to flip through my CD wallet.  It was great.  I mean, what better compliment could I get?  Oh, and when she hit the Office Space soundtrack she told me it’s her favourite movie.  So there’s some trivia for you.








            Later in the week I went on a gallery crawl.  Only Rachel picked the wrong week and all the galleries were closed in preparation for the crawl next week.  We still got into a few galleries and got to the Warhol.  A pleasant day.  Oh, and Larry was late so he is no immortalized.  As late.



"Hi, I'm Larry.  And I was late."


The man running at us is about to stop us, tell us he's from Rochester, show us his ID, ask if we can jump his car, ask for change and then curse us and America when we don't give him anything.


Me, having just conquered the bridge.


Having defeated the bridge, I am now off to fight more evil.  Or go to the Warhol.

            Next up on the summary of the week is The Shins concert.  I was enjoyable.  They have a live vibe that’s not really my thing.  While I say that my music genre is indie, it’s not Indie.  I like independent music, not so much only the Indie Rock.  And these guys had a certain squareness about them.  Like when they kicked someone out for smoking up.  I mean, you’re performing a concert.  Who takes the time to kick someone out of an outdoor concert for smoking in the middle of a song?   That’s bastard.  I mean, the best part was when they were playing Zeppelin songs, and that was just as a joke.  Oh, and for the second half of the concert I was stuck next to the worst people in the world to attend a concert with.  They were a couple who insisted on jumping into people (like emo-mosh) on slow songs, and clapping on the songs they knew.  And they wouldn’t stop.  Not even when no one joined in.  I hope they’re dead by now.



He was all emo'd out.  But he had excuses.














I have no idea who the hell that guy is.  But he's looking right at me.  Take blinding light, creepy watcher!


And lo, the lord saw the crowd surfers at the show and said "Dude, what the fuck?  Do you not even hear how laid back this music is?  Ass."  And the lord's faith in humanity died that day.

            After that I walked into the Boxball party.  They call it 4-Square here.  But then again they call soda “pop” so why they hell would I take their word for anything?  The party was fun. I got really into a few rounds, had a lot of free hotdogs and generally had a good time.  The vibe was what the concert should have been like: energetic, friendly and an all encompassing spirit of fun. 



I don't know what "That's Right" means, but that probably makes me a square.  Oh crap, that was a bad pun.  Sorry.


Lots of people playing.


And some more people playing.


Erik sure picked a weird time to become a Buddhist.  Maybe it's because not even his Christian god could save his game.


And here's a guy wearing a PETA apron.  Serving me a hot dog.  Fantastic.

            So, no ranting speech this time.  It’s been a good week, it’s now finals week, I’ll see how that goes.  And don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll find something to rage against in a few days.  And if now, I’ll update my comic.  Yeah, this summer I should get on schedule with that, so just bear with me until then.

            As a closing note, here’s the “True Stories” album by the Talking Heads on vinyl.  I got it for $3.



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