It occurs to me the War of the Worlds broadcast just wasn't funny, coming, as it did, only 18 months after the Hindenburg accident. Not cool, d00D.

Or maybe that's part of the genius.

Getting my Sunday morning pipe-organ from Orson Welles's "The Trial." The problem: this movie makes me keep holding my breath, just like watching swimming and diving on the Olympics.

This is what keeps putting me off of scifi:

http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2008/08/02/tired-tirade-with-jokey-payoff/

I've found a temporary cure to existential anomie: rock band drumming. It's almost as effective as nausea, and more fun. Now I gots a flow like Csíkszentmihályi.

oh yeah, added some new videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/fiftygravy

It is not easy to watch these "commentary trax," even when I'm absolutely fascinated with the movie. Who has this kind of patience? Should I take up cross-stitch?

That new Hulk movie - pretty good, but no Spiderman. To get the funny aftertaste out of my brain, I had to watch Fight Club again (first I tried The Illusionist, which didn't do any good). The hypermasculinity alienated me the first time I saw it, but now I can get past that. For more information, check it: Read more... )

Today's is exquisite:

http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/

stop the presses. Harvey Korman, 1927-2008.

1. NOOOOOooooOOOO! *sniff*

2. friggin defective aortas - first John Ritter, and now this.

3. I'll put my page on him back up - time was, it was the first search result for his name.

4. Never mind - it doesn't matter anymore anyway.

5. As long as I can find High Anxiety on DVD, I'll be okay.

Would you buy peas from this monster?


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