Return of the Blogi

Jeesh, I leave the blog for a month and when I return it’s filled with ads for poker and backgamon sites. Backgamon? Who told these spammers that backgamon is what would get people to click their spammy links. Is porn not where it’s at anymore? Does anyone play backgamon? I don’t think I know anyone that really knows how to play.

I wish I could come up with anything that I feel is apropriate to blog about. Some things are the same, some things aren’t. Either I think it’s too personal or I think it’s not interesting enough. Hmmm. Is anything ever interesting enough on blogs? That’s what makes them interesting I guess. The Reel Identities Film Festival is about 3 weeks away. OMG. I can’t believe it’s almost here. I’m very excited this year, as we have a great space, a great lineup and I think we’re taking it “to the next level” as they like to say on MTV.

Hmmm. I’ve seen Revenge of the Sith twice this week for some reason. I just want to say publicly and get on record that George Lucas shuold be ashamed of himself. I seriously think Samuel Jackson should have turned this mess down, as he’s totally out of his element and is better than this crap. Sure, the money was good but damn.. Lucas may be a SFX wizard, but he really should never direct or write another movie again. Ever. I won’t drone on and on about it here, there’s plenty of places where you can read about how painful some of this movie is. There are some wonderfully dark scenes in it though, that I was not expecting. Then there’s the scene at the end where Darth Vader does an impression of Frankenstien’s Monster that’s so stiff and wooden it makes Al Gore look like a a refugee from a boneless chicken ranch. Ewan McGreggor deserves a fuckin’ Oscar just for making it through all 3 of these films without looking half as lame as the other cast members.

Blogwise, I’ve added tags (a la Flickr and del.ico.us) to the site, just to play around. I need to go through and add them to posts so they’ll actually be useful. Speaking of Flickr, I’ve been adding pictures to my account, so I’ll put them up here as well. Yippy skippy.

The Jackson stunt: What now?

From CNN: A banker from Knoxville, Tennessee, filed a class action lawsuit against Jackson, dance partner Justin Timberlake, CBS, halftime show producers MTV and the networks’ parent company, Viacom. Terri Carlin said the “sexually explicit conduct” by the performers caused millions of people to “suffer outrage, anger, embarrassment and serious injury.”

Serious injury? Did it fly off and poke someone’s eye out?

Miss Jackson if You’re Nasty

Every heterosexual male within a two block radius of the Medical Center is asking me to print out pictures of Janet Jackson’s Boobie. I think it says a lot about how terrified this society is of ourselves when something like this is as big of a deal as it seems to be. I swear, I thought we were going to have today off from work. (Ok, not really.)

So of course, I had to comment about it too. :)

I just think it’s a little too funny that mere moments after the incident, CBS, The Superbowl, MTV, Justin and Janet all had statements ready to go denying that it was intentional (even though they got the approval from CBS. (according to drudgereport).)

In other Superbowl news: This guy hates Talking Animal Commercials as much as I do.

Kittypuke and Bono

I woke up this morning to the sound and smell of a small gray cat puking 5 inches from my feet. I am happy to report Plato is doing fine but I’m not sure about Dan. I enlisted his assistance in cleaning up the aftermath due to my fragile half-awake psyche which would have been irreparably scarred had I cleaned up the kittypuke myself. For some reason it resembled shredded chicken in a lovely Ethiopian Ber Ber sauce. Dan cleaned it all up for me and gagged the whole way to the garbage can. It was that bad.

But that’s not what you wanted to hear. What you want to hear is my thoughts on MTV’s programming this weekend. OK, maybe not, but oh well. That’s all I have to talk about at the moment.

I don’t know if it was a marathon or what, but all I saw was “Fight For Your Rights,” a series that is supposed to open our minds to other cultures and lifestyles. Or something.

I was only able to catch about 129 hours of “The Diary of Bono and Chris Tucker: Aiding Africa,” or as I like to call it, The Diary of Bono and Chris Tucker: Making Ourselves Feel Better for Being So Rich. It was basically Bono in those stupid bug glasses with Chris Tucker wearing a suit that probably cost more than the entire continent’s combined GNP. They’d visit village after depressing village with an assortment of uplifting, inspirational two-toothed disease-riddled natives who, in the course of drinking a case of conspicuously placed Coca Cola, would ramble on about how, even with all the AIDS, filth, and lack of electricity, running water, and well, anything, they still manage to keep a positive outlook on life. Tucker and Bono would then scamper off in their Range Rover and talk about how amazing the people were.

Oh, then one entire village crammed into a little Church and sang “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” to Bono. I presume they’re looking for either a cure for AIDS, a case or two of flyswatters, or Sally Strothers’ stash of Hohos.

I’m going to hell.

A few hours (days?) later I watched “Coming Out.” Coming Out is the story of four teens that filmed themselves dropping the gay bomb on their families. The most interesting thing in each of the stories is that for the most part they’d all say, “Dad I have something to tell you…. I’m different” to which the father would say something like “Uh, yeah.. You?re gay. Duh.” The most shocking story (no pun intended, ok maybe) is the guy who had electrodes attached to his ding ding so the Mormon Church could zap the gay out of him. Ouch ouch ouch.

That’s so unbelievably fucked up. For his sake I hope there is a hell, and I can’t want to see them there.

Sometime in my cable induced stupor I managed to watch The Fast and the Furious in it’s entirety on Starz’s free preview weekend. What a load of crap. For the life of me I can’t see what anyone sees in Vin Diesel. He’s not hot, he doesn’t seem to be all that intelligent, and his acting is maybe a smidgen better than Swartzenegger. Maybe. Give me Kevin Spacey or Edward Norton any day. Please.

Well, it’s 11pm and I need to make my rounds in the radio station.. For all I know we’ve been off the air for the last hour. Toodles.