This...just...isn't...right...
Forget what I said in my earlier post about Mr. Cronenberg...
I think I'm gonna be sick...
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
Monday night-night
So, here I sit on a Monday night, round 11:00 p.m., waiting for slumber to weigh my eyelids heavy.
A few items I learned today:
First: goodbye Mr. Adams. Your humor always lightened my mood soured by a day of elementary school. May you rest in peace.
Second: I could give a rat's ass that Ashton married Demi. Yawn.
Third: Miller High Life Light is very underrated.
Fourth: As much as I love stereogum, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, the latest internet-powered indie sweethearts are overrated. (Of course, I've only listened to one of their songs -- but they sound like Talking Heads wannabes.)
Fifth: Despite what Pitchfork says, the new Strokes track is righteous. (You can hear it on The Max 93One FM -- the best damn radio station in the world! -- if, of course, you live in north central Arkansas.)
Sixth: Never again will I be looking for reading materials for when I utilize the toilet for duties other than those in which I stand. It should arrive tomorrow -- via Mr. Bezos.
Seventh: Carmike Cinemas fails me again. A History of Violence will not open in Batesville on Sept. 30. Little Rock: here I come.
Eighth: Yet, this piece of shit will.
Ninth: Speaking of Little Rock, this dude is sleeping there tonight.
Tenth: Which book should I start? The latest Oprah-endorsed sucker (which, by the way, has been sitting on my shelf long before Oprah cracked its weary spine), or The Sound and the Fury (which, by the way, has been sitting on my shelf long before Oprah cracked its weary spine), or this novel by one of my favorite authors in the world (which, if there were any justice in the world, Oprah would crack the weary spine of any one of his works)?
And, speaking of The Sound and the Fury...what in the hell are they hitting???????? (Keep clicking until you get to the first page.)
Eleventh: Even though the director is an atheist and looks somewhat like Frankenstein's Monster, God bless David Cronenberg for reviving the career of a talented artist -- despite the fact said artist appeared in this. And I don't give a flying piece of excrement what anyone else says -- William Hurt is one of the most talented individuals to ever grace the screen or stage.
And with that, I wish you a very peaceful good night.
A few items I learned today:
First: goodbye Mr. Adams. Your humor always lightened my mood soured by a day of elementary school. May you rest in peace.
Second: I could give a rat's ass that Ashton married Demi. Yawn.
Third: Miller High Life Light is very underrated.
Fourth: As much as I love stereogum, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, the latest internet-powered indie sweethearts are overrated. (Of course, I've only listened to one of their songs -- but they sound like Talking Heads wannabes.)
Fifth: Despite what Pitchfork says, the new Strokes track is righteous. (You can hear it on The Max 93One FM -- the best damn radio station in the world! -- if, of course, you live in north central Arkansas.)
Sixth: Never again will I be looking for reading materials for when I utilize the toilet for duties other than those in which I stand. It should arrive tomorrow -- via Mr. Bezos.
Seventh: Carmike Cinemas fails me again. A History of Violence will not open in Batesville on Sept. 30. Little Rock: here I come.
Eighth: Yet, this piece of shit will.
Ninth: Speaking of Little Rock, this dude is sleeping there tonight.
Tenth: Which book should I start? The latest Oprah-endorsed sucker (which, by the way, has been sitting on my shelf long before Oprah cracked its weary spine), or The Sound and the Fury (which, by the way, has been sitting on my shelf long before Oprah cracked its weary spine), or this novel by one of my favorite authors in the world (which, if there were any justice in the world, Oprah would crack the weary spine of any one of his works)?
And, speaking of The Sound and the Fury...what in the hell are they hitting???????? (Keep clicking until you get to the first page.)
Eleventh: Even though the director is an atheist and looks somewhat like Frankenstein's Monster, God bless David Cronenberg for reviving the career of a talented artist -- despite the fact said artist appeared in this. And I don't give a flying piece of excrement what anyone else says -- William Hurt is one of the most talented individuals to ever grace the screen or stage.
And with that, I wish you a very peaceful good night.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
The Returning
Yawn.
It's time for my bi-monthly committment to keep this blog going. For my faithful readers -- delrod from somewhere in the thick Ozark hills and myself -- I promise to keep posting on a more reg...yawn.
I think it's time for a nap.
Oh -- and I'm giving Blogger one more shot. I'll keep everything defaulted and try to stop formatting the text so much.
Finally, I'm half way through my Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry DVD. Here are some thoughts about this drive-in classic:
I'll get around to the second half sometime when I'm not napping.
Grace -- OUT!
Yawn.
It's time for my bi-monthly committment to keep this blog going. For my faithful readers -- delrod from somewhere in the thick Ozark hills and myself -- I promise to keep posting on a more reg...yawn.
I think it's time for a nap.
Oh -- and I'm giving Blogger one more shot. I'll keep everything defaulted and try to stop formatting the text so much.
Finally, I'm half way through my Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry DVD. Here are some thoughts about this drive-in classic:
- Susan George's teeth should have received special billing.
- Adam Roarke wasn't that bad of an actor -- even though he introduced this man to cinema.
- Peter Fonda's bald spot makes its cinematic introduction.
- Vic Morrow delivers almost every line while rubbing one of his eyes. Watching Blackboard Jungle the other night on TCM, I noticed he did the same thing.
- Vic Morrow's hair would drive Johnathan INSANE!
I'll get around to the second half sometime when I'm not napping.
Grace -- OUT!
Yawn.
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