Monday, May 05, 2008

Sneak Preview: Speed Racer

A couple weeks ago, I won tickets to tonight's showing of Speed Racer at Crossgates, and boy am I glad I have useless trivia rattling around in my head so I could call into my local ESPN Radio affiliate and answer the question "Name 5 players affected by the Madden Curse."

Brewing partner Bill (link is to his better review, and a cool screen-cap that I didn't find last night) came along, as did Dave, who is always willing to drink the beer at least. Erica backed out at the list minute, as she's just too swamped with grad school work right now, because the prof for her current class decided to add three last-minute assignments to be due this week. Did I mention this is the last week of the class? Hey, dumbass, not all of your students are 22-year-olds just off their first degree. Some are actual teachers (you know, with jobs) who plan their days to the minute; springing 6+ more pages of off-syllabus writing on them at the last minute really fucks with their lives.

Sorry, where was I?

Oh, yes.


One of the most beautiful movies I have ever seen. Sumptuous, even.

Solid-to-fantastic performances all around. John Goodman and Susan Sarandon were pitch-perfect as Mom and Pops, and some guy I don't know was just the right amount of over-the-top as the cartoonish bad guy.


Christina Ricci was a great Trixie, and it was nice that the role had more to it than just "the girlfriend." She was sharp. Oh, and pretty damned scrumptious.


Emile Hirch (who was supposedly very good in Into the Wild) was a good choice for Speed. It's been at least 15 years since I've seen an episode of the original cartoon (and I was probably stoned), but he just felt right in the role.


Matthew Fox, inspiration for much Tart lust, was a solid Racer X.


I didn't really have expectations going into this, good or bad, but I was hoping it wasn't another Transformers, pretty but vapid (at least according to everything I heard - I'm not much of a movie person, so I never saw it). Turns out I had nothing to fear.

Now, this ain't Shakespeare, but the plot was more than sufficiently fleshed out, nicely paced, with a perfect balance between comedy and drama. There were plenty of timely theater-wide LOL moments, many involving Chim Chim the monkey and Spritle the little brother.

And did I mention the movie was fucking gorgeous?






Stunning use of color. Remember what a big deal it was a zillion years ago when they did Dick Tracy in primary colors? That idea times 1000. Excellent blend of CGI and meatspace, a nice "illustrated" feel.

If this movie were candy, it would be a Lindt truffle, not a Reese's cup.

My only complaint would be that a couple of the racing scenes were too fast. I honestly can't wait for the DVD, to try to freeze-frame a few of them and figure out what exactly happened.

Rating: 5 stars. Eye candy of the highest order, good story. You will have fun.

My only caveat is that if you are prone to seizures, you might want to stay away. I'm not kidding, I used to date someone who was. We couldn't go to clubs that had strobes or disco balls. This movie might have killed her.

Irony has been dead for a while now...

... but they keep kicking, and kicking, and kicking.



Really, Laura? Really? (sorry, SNL)

Do I really need to mention New Orleans? I didn't think so.

No. This was not an accident.

WTF?
A hunter mistook his son for a turkey, shooting the boy to death in what authorities called a terrible accident.

Oldham County police said a man and his 14-year-old son were hunting on private property in the 2000 block of Rebel Ridge Road about 7 a.m. Sunday when they got separated.

When the father noticed some movement in the woods, he fired a 12-gauge shotgun, accidentally killing his son, police said.


Nope. Sorry.

"Accident" lets this guy off too easily. He heard a noise so he shot at "it?" Without knowing where the other member of his hunting party was? This is why I hunt alone, on my own posted property, or with 5 guys I trust at a second property.

Now, I don't know what the Kentucky hunting season is like, but here in NY, in Spring season we can only take males. Which means we have to be able to identify a beard. Which means, you know, seeing a fucking turkey!

I don't know what any legal punishment should be (though there will likely be none), especially when this man's psychic punishment will last forever. But he certainly should never be given a license again.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Makin' mad coin, and of course not paying taxes

Via TJ, a quite relevant follow-up to the previous post.

New Rule: companies that operate under government contracts need to hire Americans as employees, and pay all employment taxes.

Makin' mad coin

Killing our own soldiers.

Shoddy work = bigger profits.

It's a no-brainer, to a Republican. Or is that redundant?

Saturday, May 03, 2008

I shall call this... mini meme

  1. What is your name? Angelos

  2. A four-letter word: arts

  3. A vehicle: Alfa Romeo

  4. A city: Athens

  5. A boy's name: Andrew

  6. A girl's name: Adrienne

  7. Alcoholic drink: absinthe

  8. An occupation: architect

  9. Something you wear: ascot

  10. A celebrity: Angelina Jolie

  11. A food: Ahi

  12. Something found in a bathroom: aloe

  13. Reason for being late: Accident

  14. Something you shout: Aaaaargh!

  15. An animal: Aardvark

  16. A body part: Ankle

Well, that was stupid.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

The Yankees pitching staff

Fucking terrible too.

Bobby Abreu

Terrible fucking outfielder.

Shortsighted regulation is funny

Priceless:
Fans of foie gras celebrate its luxurious taste and texture, but animal rights advocates decry the cruelty of force-feeding geese and ducks via a feeding tube to enlarge their livers before slaughter. In 2006, the Chicago City Council agreed with the protestors and banned the retail sale of foie gras.

The law is enforced by citizen complaint, and restaurateurs risk fines of up to $500 per violation. There is a loophole, however: While it's illegal to sell foie gras, it's not illegal to give it away, so restaurants and hotels just serve foie under the umbrella of other menu items.

"We sell more than ever now," Jimmy Florek, owner of Chicago Game & Gourmet, an epicurean meat and produce supplier. While he doesn't personally approve of foie gras, he's happy to serve the market: "If they don't buy it from me, they'll just buy it from someone else."



This reminds me of various alcohol regulations they passed in Boston. You know, because they don't drink - the 3 bars per city block are just there for decoration. TJ can rant about those for hours.

First, they tried to ban Happy Hour. The legal language involved "discounting" or something. It took all of a day for bar owners to realize that it was bullshit that Bob's Furniture could discount or have a sale, but Murph's Bar couldn't. So they didn't have Happy Hour, they had "sales." One day only: Vodka drinks, $2.50!

The other one was the amount of drinks that can be served to an individual or group. If I show up at a bar first, expecting two other guys, I can't get a pitcher and 3 mugs. They can't sell an individual a pitcher. But, if the other guys show up and decide to get mixed drinks instead, I can still get a pitcher all to myself. Um...

Today's must-read

Wolfrum hammers the point home.

Snort

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The talking trees salute you, sir

Albert Hoffman, dead at 102.

First time I dosed, Friday the 13th, 11/87, saw an Alice Copper concert at RPI. That kind of synergy can't be topped. Of course, the guys who gave me the tabs didn't know I already had a ticket to the show, and I just kind of disappeared on them, so they were all kinds of freaked out. We dosed him and lost him! About 3 hours later, I walk back into the House, and there was much relief. "You're OK!" "OK?! I'm fucking great! Let's play pool!"

Some tripping silliness (GD show at Rich Stadium, Buffalo):
Kim: Look at these trails. They're beautiful.
Angelos: I can't see your trails. They're not tangible.
Kim: Oh, yeah.

My all-time favorite, which cracks me up to this day, happened at a Jerry Garcia Band show. We were able to score three tickets, 2 on the side, one on the floor (see floor chart). Really not too far apart. Since B was there with his girlfriend R, I took the floor ticket, with the understanding that B and I would trade at some point, just so he could wander the floor for a little while.



About an hour into the show, there was a slight lull between songs, and the crowd was just mildly buzzing (no pun intended). Prefect time to get B's attention. Using my best arena voice, I turn left and yell:

"HIPPIE!!!!!!"

That's his nickname, after all.

He didn't hear me. About 50 other people did, though. As they turned to look at me, bewildered and confused, I realized exactly what I had done. I collapsed in a heap of spastic laughter, and was probably out of commission for two or three minutes. A couple guys helped me up, and asked "what was that all about?" When I caught my breath, I tried to explain. Then I started laughing again. Never mind.

I walked over to B&R, traded ticket stubs with B, and he wandered around the floor for a while, while I hung out with R.

The greatest thing I've ever said. Or yelled. Whatever.

My sense of humor is wide-ranging and all-encompassing. But the absurd... the absurd takes the cake.

The Dugout, on Roger Clemens


HGHLOL: Are you SERIOUS? You cheated on me for 10 years with a minor! That's statutory rape!
OldLOL: Now to be fair I only statutory raped that girl for 3 years. After that it was perfectly legal.

And so much more.

Bonus Dugout: How not to play GTA4.

Hey, let's creep TJ out some more!

Here's Hulk Hogan helping his daughter out with some sunblock.



I'm not sure what the age cutoff for this is, but I am sure it's long passed...

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Lesson #1

How to throw a tirade.

25 years ago today, Cubs manager Lee Elia, um, spoke his mind.



100% NSFW.

Turn it up, and enjoy.

Jon Stewart, you almost cost me a brand new $50 keyboard

UPDATED!!!

During his take-down of the hearing over the effectiveness of "abstinence education," he was making fun of ultra-wingnut Sam Brownback.

Brownback said something about "modern culture" going against the teachings in his household. To which Stewart retorted something along the lines of "boys have a God Stick, girls have a Shame Cave, and we'll never speak of this again."

Just, of course, as I had taken a sip of my Chivas.

I'm usually up on the lingo, but those were new to me. Fortunately, I was able to redirect my spit/cough toward the general vicinity of my trash can. Still had some clean-up to do, but better that than all over my computer.

UPDATE: Here it is...

Monday, April 28, 2008

There is such a thing as too close...

Encouraging your daughter to be a porn actress: bad.

Encouraging her to work at at whorehouse: worse.

Giving her her Brazilians and other "maintenance": GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

I get spam

Subject: Aborter

Ciao,

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saw him. You, bunthrop, by us, o puissant vrihaspati, at
once deep as it tickles one so funnily in the neck. Do you
and chapter after chapter, the fact that all swearers sink
their sharp fangs and suck up his life's will drink their
blood. And, o krishna, thou shalt both the great asuras,
resolved upon their destruction, among men and prince of
the bharata race, aditi, to shoot at. And you have not got
him? Asked another nodded, and moravia went on: but you
need not for selling the farm is the very last resource
who are given to the performance of sacrifices, was one
of the first places taken by the normans,.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008

This nation is doomed

This makes me sick to my stomach.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Because it's always fun to point out what a failure GWB is

With this record of success, of course he became president!

This is a nation of morons, after all.