Wednesday, November 30, 2005

"...and I can't sing christmas songs...

...or decorate a christmas tree or leave water out for rudolph 'cause there's something wrong with me..."

Tis the season, as made evidence by the ten foot christmas tree that fell on my dad and by the muppet christmas carol. But before christmas, as my good friend Jesse seems brutally aware of, we must finish the semester. That means, for me at least, a final speech, this one persuasive and knocked out tonight (actual sample slide:


(thought you'd like that) After that there's a critique and portfolio and a paper and some exams. Some have it easier than others, and by that I mean that I've got frightfully little, really, to do.

Thanksgiving was a triumph of gluttony.

Sunday night, Geoffrey's last Asheville-hurrah involved mariachis. Pete and I failed to defeat two Eastern European ladies in pool, despite the fact that their actual skill was hampered by the crappiest cues the world has ever seen.

Afterwards Pete gave me all his sangria while we agreed that the "Marley and Marley" song in Muppet Christmas Carol may be the pinnacle of human achievment.

Malcolm took me to the wafflehouse this weekend, too. Being broke is acceptable when you have friends that want to see you fed and drunk.

MUSIC: jacob and robert marley: marley and marley

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

"Parents: If you encounter teenagers who say they liked this movie... not let them date your children."

Mr. Roger Ebert said this at the conclusion of his review of Resident Evil: Apocolypse. And yet, there is a third Resident Evil film in the works. It's almost finished. It'll be out by valentine's day.

The year is ending, and great movies will be coming out soon. In the rush that always happens at the end of the year, all the oscar contenders will be coming out, and to keep myself on an even keel, perhaps, I've been looking at all the awful things about to happen to a screen near you.

Paul W.S. Anderson. Not Paul Thomas Anderson, not Wes Anderson, but Paul W.S. Anderson has announced two movies, one of which, I'm not kidding, is called Deathrace 3000. Hollow Man 2 is also in the works. This time Christian Slater will be an invisible man with nothing better to do than molest women. No word on invisible penis presence. And we already know about Saw 2.

You remember how Ben Affleck kept chugging along, putting out nightmare after ungodly nightmare last year? Well... there are three Affleck pictures in the works, but I'm personally hoping they're not all abysmal. Phantoms.

Plus, there's a Tom Arnold movie around the bend for Christmas. Oh, and as these things seem to come in threes, three Kevin Costner pictures are on the way. Watch out! In a related story, three Jennifer Lopez movies as well.

Bittersweetly, though there will be yet another Fast and the Furious, there has been no activity on the part of Rob Cohen since Stealth. Perhaps he learned his lesson.

And watch out for this guy... the only reason he doesn't get a mention by name is that he hasn't done enough that I've seen for me to hate him. yet.

So as you walk in to watch your Harry Potters and your Goodnight and Goodlucks and your Ice Harvests and your Squid and the Whales in the coming months, remember that just around the corner is another videogame film gone awry (not kidding: DOA).

MUSIC: tori amos: lovesong (cure cover)

Friday, November 04, 2005

"CATS," Death said,

Monroe, originally uploaded by Vocal Shrapnel.


Wednesday, November 02, 2005

"Teacher thinks that I sound funny...

"...from your friends..."
Originally uploaded by Vocal Shrapnel.
...but she likes the way you sing..."

No offense to Taylor, but I don't think that picture was getting anyone to look at Flickr. This one will draw in fans from all over the world, eager to see more of the crazy adventures of Andrew and Jesse.

What will those characters get up to this time?

MUSIC: guided by voices: strawdogs

Tuesday, November 01, 2005


Now that I've got your attention, go check out more of europe pictures at Flickr.

I make no apologies for Taylor.

MUSIC: bush: letting the cable sleep