1) Johnny Greenwood was not nominated for scoring 3/4 (let's not exclude Brahms) of "There Will Be Blood." (Yes I just learned this tonight watching the ceremony; I don't read pre-Oscar coverage). Although that is my favorite of the five Best Picture nominees, I still found it deeply flawed (more on that tomorrow) and I'd say that score is even ( Read more... )

I'm writing this entry to refer to past entries in essay format, an exciting new development ( Read more... )

At the 23rd Street R/W subway stop where I disembark every morning to go to work, one of those obnoxious, scary, revolving steel bar exits await the throng of passengers. You know the kind, where, if any unfortunate souls should misstep/misalign themselves so that they are not perfectly in between each set of bars as they rapidly do-si-do around ( Read more... )

Why am I the last to know about Brad Renfro's death? Or, rather, why was his death totally underreported while Heath gets vigils and two-hour tribute specials? Well, obviously Heath is in his prime, you know, a shocking end to a promising career and all that...it's very sad and it makes sense why someone who's been in and out of rehab, who hasn't ( Read more... )

is going to be deliciously packed. Mardi Gras and Vegas in the same month! And a "winter skills" trip sponsored by the Adirondack hiking club, not sure where.

I have absolutely nothing witty to say; I came here wanting to say something, then forgot about it. Stupid 5-hour sleep schedule! I have GOT to discipline myself out of that.

...but NOT off the subject of being pathetic, I'm still obsessed with the critically lambasted, self-destructive 1994-5 season of Saturday Night Live. I have pored over a five-page diatribe from then-cast member Janeane Garofalo (punctuated only by counter-diatribes from the writers that hated her) within "Live from New York: An Oral History of SNL ( Read more... )

No snickering allowed if you know that these include unfulfilled 2007 goals ( Read more... )

After further reflection on the new Coen Bros. movie I saw last night, I'm afraid I'm still in the school of thought that "style over substance=unsatisfying." It's probably the first movie that's genuinely scared me in a long time, and craft-wise it's perfect. And it's really hard to do suspense right, so I give the Coens credit. But I'm left ( Read more... )

Every morning when I get to work and open my shoulder bag (yes, I'm officially an adult; as of August, I finally started using the shoulder bag I bought months earlier; I was hesitant to kick that overgrown schoolboy LL Bean look), this mysterious stink rises out of it, some gassy offspring of the peanut, lead and soggy paper conglomerate that ( Read more... )

now making that the seventh time I've misused a word in a published movie or music review (not to mention all the times I've fucked up words on here). It's really embarrassing, actually, as this is not just my friend's lame website, it's the website of a magazine that at least a few people read (The L Magazine) and if anyone who reads that thing ( Read more... )