"2005? Will I care about Star Wars when I'm 29?"
I suppose I was about 19 when I heard that Lucas was beginning production on Episodes 1-3 of his Star Wars opus, a project every fan had been waiting for since 1977. "Episode One'll be released in 1999. Then, three years between each movie."
As much as I loved Star Wars, I really wasn't sure if I'd still be still onboard with the whole thing as a 29-year-old.
And though Episodes 1 & 2 were bonafide disasters, Carey and I took a deep breath and wiggled into the theater last weekend to see just how Darth Vader became Darth Vader.
And I really enjoyed it.
Seriously, go. Some beautiful effects, sets, action and camera work. Yeah, the dialogue's fairly awful, but there's mercifully little of it.
Speaking of movies, you should also consider making time for Crash, which the wife and I caught over the weekend. Nicely shot, well-acted and, best of all, a truly terrific script. No small feat to discuss the subtleties of an issue like racism with such boldness and craft. Expertly plotted too, as the principal cast was friggin' huge.
Good flick.
Reno Dakota,
There's not an iota
Of kindness in you.
You know you enthrall me
And yet you don't call me;
It's making me blue
(Pantone 292).
I've been going nuts for music by Stephin Merritt lately, specifically 69 Love Songs. How did this thing escape my radar for so long?
Just like the name implies, it's 69 love songs, nearly 3 hours of music, and rarely a dud in the pack. Simple, catchy, with a cynical sentimentality that I truly dig.
Chances are, I'm listening to it right now.
If you hadn't noticed, I've decided to start separating my thoughts with these horizontal bars. See how it goes.
Man I'm glad for friends with blogs. I've been in on a couple of good discussions recently, thanks to their comment boxes (Gary's got a discussion on the interactions between married and single folk and Danny has one about celebrity-endorsed poverty relief). It's my pleasure, nay, duty, to jump in and act the fool.
When I see the cool activity going on over there, it makes me reconsider putting a comments option on this blog.
...
I've been taking in far too many "Viral Videos" lately, and I blame iFilm.com. You know what I'm talking about. Those weird little videos that seem to swarm over the internet all at once because they're just so strange, they manage to bull-weevil their way into the pop culture conscience.
So, if you're that single lonely soul that still hasn't seen Paris Hilton's Carl's Jr. commercial or Tom Cruise acting like a flaming nincompoop on Oprah or the justified beating of that snotty kid by a school bus driver, you're in for a treat.
Unfortunately for the work I have piling up, a new video is introduced to the site several times a day.
Mercy!
Finally, I've been getting very little sleep lately, as my latest comics project has been keeping me up. It's a submission to a very important anthology and the deadline is imminent.
I'm getting closer and I'm pretty sure I'll make the cutoff. We'll see.
Also, I'm going to resist posting any of the finished art from it here on the blog. You understand.
As much as I loved Star Wars, I really wasn't sure if I'd still be still onboard with the whole thing as a 29-year-old.
And though Episodes 1 & 2 were bonafide disasters, Carey and I took a deep breath and wiggled into the theater last weekend to see just how Darth Vader became Darth Vader.
And I really enjoyed it.
Seriously, go. Some beautiful effects, sets, action and camera work. Yeah, the dialogue's fairly awful, but there's mercifully little of it.
Speaking of movies, you should also consider making time for Crash, which the wife and I caught over the weekend. Nicely shot, well-acted and, best of all, a truly terrific script. No small feat to discuss the subtleties of an issue like racism with such boldness and craft. Expertly plotted too, as the principal cast was friggin' huge.
Good flick.
There's not an iota
Of kindness in you.
You know you enthrall me
And yet you don't call me;
It's making me blue
(Pantone 292).
I've been going nuts for music by Stephin Merritt lately, specifically 69 Love Songs. How did this thing escape my radar for so long?
Just like the name implies, it's 69 love songs, nearly 3 hours of music, and rarely a dud in the pack. Simple, catchy, with a cynical sentimentality that I truly dig.
Chances are, I'm listening to it right now.
If you hadn't noticed, I've decided to start separating my thoughts with these horizontal bars. See how it goes.
Man I'm glad for friends with blogs. I've been in on a couple of good discussions recently, thanks to their comment boxes (Gary's got a discussion on the interactions between married and single folk and Danny has one about celebrity-endorsed poverty relief). It's my pleasure, nay, duty, to jump in and act the fool.
When I see the cool activity going on over there, it makes me reconsider putting a comments option on this blog.
...
I've been taking in far too many "Viral Videos" lately, and I blame iFilm.com. You know what I'm talking about. Those weird little videos that seem to swarm over the internet all at once because they're just so strange, they manage to bull-weevil their way into the pop culture conscience.
So, if you're that single lonely soul that still hasn't seen Paris Hilton's Carl's Jr. commercial or Tom Cruise acting like a flaming nincompoop on Oprah or the justified beating of that snotty kid by a school bus driver, you're in for a treat.
Unfortunately for the work I have piling up, a new video is introduced to the site several times a day.
Mercy!
Finally, I've been getting very little sleep lately, as my latest comics project has been keeping me up. It's a submission to a very important anthology and the deadline is imminent.
I'm getting closer and I'm pretty sure I'll make the cutoff. We'll see.
Also, I'm going to resist posting any of the finished art from it here on the blog. You understand.
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