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July 23rd, 2008
11:41 am - The Boy with the Tampon In His Ear
That's what the doctor called it. His exact words: "It's like a little tampon."
I have swimmer's ear, and it sucks (but I repeat myself). I'd been swabbing it with alcohol and vinegar last week, and it was getting better, but I have a bad habit of stopping treatment once it becomes apparent that it's working. Friday night was spent in a smoky bar (which, apparently, is the price you pay for Oingo Boingo and They Might Be Giants karaoke), and Saturday was spent at a smoky wedding reception (which, apparently, is the price you pay for having coworkers who commute from Milton). The doctor says the swabbing would probably have been sufficient, if A) I'd kept it up for a couple more days, and B) I hadn't spent so much time around cigarette smoke.
Of course, he told me that after my ear canal had swollen to the point that swabbing was impossible.
I didn't sleep well on Sunday night, and I left work early on Monday with a fever and dizziness. I lay awake all night on Monday, so I called in on Tuesday, and went to the doctor, and had the tampon inserted. Aural medication tends to drip out and trickle down the side of your head, especially when the ear canal is blocked or swollen, but the tampon absorbs the medication and (presumably) delivers more of it to where it needs to go. Whatever was going on in my ear had taken good advantage of my sleep deprivation, so when the icy medication started making its way into my ear, I became nauseous. I sat down, asked for a glass of water, and could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate.
I was also getting a tetanus shot, and the doctor thought I was reacting to the needle, but I'm okay with needles. No, this was some inner-ear thing brought on by the ear drops and the tampon. Anyway, I got the shot and I got the tampon and I drove myself home, which was safer than I'm making it sound.
I should probably mention at this point that it's not really called a tampon. I don't know what it's called. The doctor didn't tell me. But he did ask me who I trust. I told him I didn't understand why he was asking.
"Well, do you have a roommate or a wife? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? See your parents on a regular basis?"
"I have a girlfriend," I said.
"Good. You need her to root around in your ear with a tweezers."
The tampon comes out on Sunday, and ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) crabmoon's probably stuck with that exciting job. There shouldn't be a lot of rooting around, since I can touch it with my finger without inserting it into the ear canal.
Meanwhile, I can't hear a damn thing. That's not true. My other ear still works, but the affected one is plugged, which is occasionally disorienting. Every step I take sounds to me like I'm stomping, and I can't tell what volume I'm speaking at because I sound loud to myself all the time. On the plus side, I feel pretty good now, other than my ear. Two days of tiredness and fatigue were not fun, but I slept well last night, and I'm doing fine at work today. Well, my ear itches.
The point of this story is that I told a bunch of people I'd hang out this week, but between two lost days and the fact that I have to pack to move in slightly less than two weeks, I'm thinking I should concentrate my free time on other things.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/cranky.gif) cranky
Current Music: The Smiths -- The Boy with the Thorn In His Side
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July 18th, 2008
11:12 am - I hope they can convince Julie Andrews to sign on...
No, I have not seen The Dark Knight yet. Soon, probably. But in the wake everybody else's Dark Knight posts, I'd like to express my appreciation of the the resurrection of the Batman franchise, now solidified by all the positive things I'm hearing about this second chapter.
I'd also like to express my sincere hope that when they make a sequel involving The Penguin, they do it right. None of this flipper-moses-raised-by-inexplicable-New-England-penguins nonsense. I want the real story, as portrayed in The Penguin Goes A Courtin' (MP3, 1.74mb).
Taken from this episode of This American Life.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/hopeful.gif) hopeful
Current Music: Christopher Young -- Hellraiser II soundtrack
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July 16th, 2008
05:03 pm - The first rule of loaning books to Colin is Don't Loan Books to Colin
Awhile ago it occurred to me that the best way to motivate myself to cross the essential books off my to-read list is to borrow other books and promise to read them. evil_jim loaned me a book of John Shirley stories which sat, unread for two years, while plowed through The King in Yellow, a bunch of Fritz Leiber, most of Bruce Sterling's novels, Neuromancer by William Gibson, Douglas Hofstadter's Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and a couple of books from the Church of the Subgenius. Same thing goes for movies. I don't know when I'm going to watch koriandrkitten's copy of Hostel 2, but since borrowing it, I've seen a whole mess of other movies that you probably think I should have seen earlier.
One of these was Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds, which I with r3507, agaysexicon, and fuzzyinthehead, who reminded me that I've been borrowing her copy Fight Club since February. Uh, first, The Birds: I had never seen The Birds before. It's a long shot from being Hitchcock's best film, but worth its notariety. We all found the first hour of the movie to be laughably campy, possibly to the annoyance of the people sitting around us. Then the mood changed abruptly and we got really quiet for the second hour. For those unfamiliar with the film, it's basically Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, sans musical numbers and with better special effects. Actually, the special effects are impressive to the point of being distracting, given that it was made in 1963. And if you're the sort of person who cares about that sort of thing. I am, apparently.
Anyway, Liz reminded me that I've had her copy of Fight Club since February, and I promised to try to give it a go sometime this week. Well, it turns out that it's a remarkably quick read, and between two ten-minute breaks and my lunch, I've gotten through the first 191 pages. That's a pretty serious record for me, and it's a 224-page book, so I don't think I'm in danger of not finishing this week.
Problem is, while I was ignoring Liz's book, I got through a whole bunch of William Gibson novels, two David Sedaris books, parts of that funny Amy Sedaris book on entertaining, three Arthur C. Clarke novels, both of the Lifehacker books, the interesting parts of I Hated, Hated, Hated this Movie by Roger Ebert, Profoundly Disturbing by Joe Bob Briggs, and everything I could find for free online by Arthur Machen. I've also listened to a bunch of audiobooks.
That's not as much reading as it probably looks like at first glance.
Tomorrow I'll be done with Fight Club, and without something to ignore, I won't have any motivation to read all of the other stuff I was planning to touch but haven't. That's a pretty big stack, because I just decided to commit myself to the whole of Liberty Meadows, Bone, and Hellboy (probably not big time investments), a bunch of Neil Gaiman novels, and all of the Neal Stephenson I haven't read, which is most of it. But nothing makes me get started on reading faster than having something else that I can put off.
I need to borrow a book from somebody.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/amused.gif) amused
Current Music: Oingo Boingo -- Wild Sex in the Working Class
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May 30th, 2008
02:17 pm - What are YOU doing on Friday night?
If you're free, you should come to the What's Brewin' coffee shop in Sun Prairie (3140 Edmonton Drive, to be exact) to see offBeat Acappella. 7:00 PM, no cover charge, but the coffee, ice cream, and sandwiches are excellent.
If you're not free, you should cancel whatever you're doing and come to Sun Prairie.
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April 30th, 2008
01:55 pm - Painful Typos
Piece of correspondence misrouted to my desk:Pels chean my adrees:
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Tank you! Discounting the name and address, only the two shortest words are spelled right. That's like, a 33% success rate.
The worst thing is that this guy (who, judging by his penmanship, is probably quite literate in some other language) could've avoided looking like an idiot if he'd simply filled out a standard Chean of Adrees form.
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April 25th, 2008
01:33 pm - Bore Your Son or Daughter At Work!
Yesterday was Take Your Son or Daughter To Work Day.
My coworkers generally do not participate in TYSoDTWD. Occasionally someone will do it to save on childcare, but usually it's to prevent the kid from skipping school. Rarely has anybody brought their son or daughter to work to observe the world of full-time employment, because the world of full-time employment usually looks very, very boring.
Where I work, there are exactly three different approaches to having your child at your desk.- You can tell them to sit quietly and watch you work, and if you're in a good mood, you might explain a little of what you're doing.
- You can directly engage the kid in your work, explaining it to them in detail, and letting them do some of it.
- You can attempt #2, but choose entirely the wrong kinds of hands-on activities, and then get angry when it doesn't work.
Yesterday the woman in the cubicle next to me brought her daughter. Guess which approach she took?
First, her daughter -- who is somewhere in the vicinity of 9 -- wanted to look at the toys in my cube, and the stuff over there, and who's the fat lady? and what does this do and why do you have so many books at your desk and mommy, why do you need four yellow highlighters? and so on. After she calmed down, her mother tried to explain the software we use.
Computer literate people take a couple of days to get kinda-sorta-more-or-less comfortable with the system. People who are already used working on a remote system through a terminal are quicker, but it definitely takes more than a couple of minutes, which is how long it took before my neighbor started saying things like "No! No! Dammit! That little guy in the corner of the screen means you can't type anymore! Press escape and now don't touch anything. Okay, now. This is the TPQ screen. I think that stands for The Pending Queue. That's where things go when they have to pend, which means you have to wait for something. Now this is the TRQ screen. That's The Representative Queue, but it has nothing to do with representments, which are the documents in the blue folder in my in-box. And this... is the TMM screen, which is the memo screen. M is W upside-down, so think of it as The Whiteboard with a W instead of two Ms, and that's where you put notes..."
This went on for a couple of hours. The little girl can't possibly have learned anything except that her mother is impatient and presumptuous, which I suppose she already knew since, y'know, it's her mom. Her mother also made her answer the phone every time it rang, which always sounded tentative and uncomfortable, and there was one call where my neighbor had to defend her professionalism against someone who was offended by the child's voice on the other end of the phone.
They took an early lunch just as I was starting to get annoyed with the occasional squeals of "mom! That guy has twelve million dollars!" and "This person buys from GGW Video. I know what that is -- it's Girls Gone Wild." The little girl didn't come back to work. Lunch might have been even earlier if my boss weren't on vacation.
Anyway, it's not the kid's fault. This is a job for adults, and while I definitely think there's value in letting your child observe you at work, there are definitely right ways and wrong ways to do it.
On the other hand, one of my other coworkers brought in her preschooler, who, though too young to appreciate any of what we do here, was able to tell me a delightful knock-knock joke:Knock knock.
Who's there?
I'm a frog.
I'm a frog who?
Get that noisy frog out of here! I hate to admit to stealing material, but I plan to get a lot of mileage out of that one when I go on the club circuit.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/bored.gif) bored
Current Music: Talking Heads -- City of Dreams
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April 6th, 2008
04:39 pm - Charlton Heston, RIP
I call shotgun.
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01:20 am - Things to be proud of at 1:15 AM
Guess who stuck around and got Stuart Gordon's autograph when he was trying to leave for a drink with Zorba Paster?
Booya.
I'd've thought Dr. Paster would have better taste in movies than Stuck, but um, evil_jim and I absolutely loved it, so I should probably rethink this sentence.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/happy.gif) pretty good
Current Music: The Gilmour Girls, apparently
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April 1st, 2008
09:45 pm - April what now?
See if you can spot the April Fool's Day prank cleverly woven into this list of recent developments in my life:
- I am temporarily living away from home, as my apartment is being substantially remodeled.
- I am about a month into a new position at work which I didn't bother mentioning on my livejournal.
- I spent most of the last weekend feeling sick.
- A podcast about the kink community is using some of my music, and (soon) my voice.
- I am (probably) doing a commentary track for a soon-to-be-released DVD, but will not reveal any details until the arrangements are set in stone.
- I can has stylophone!
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/artistic.gif) pretty good about things
Current Music: The Logan Whitehurst cover of Weep Day for Urine Man
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March 21st, 2008
10:26 pm - PLEASE stop posting to livejournal.
There's only about an hour and a half left of today, and all of you who are still posting to LJ are ruining our incredibly ill-conceived content strike.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/angry.gif) quiet
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March 19th, 2008
12:43 pm - Who's up for a Dunkin' Donuts run?
So here's a question:
It's not uncommon for me to get excited and post a link when a certain band that I like gives a particularly good interview on NHPR, or ends up contributing a song to The Sims. I realize that there are only four of you who ever click those links. That's fine.
But what happens when John Linnell gets interviewed by Parenting Magazine? Is that even worth it? Do the TMBG fans in my readership actually want to read his sheepish feelings about bribing your child? Probably not. But there you go: TMBG, having won their Grammy, collaborated with The Daily Show and McSweeny's Magazine, and spent a few months at the top of the Amazon sales charts, are running out of media outlets to infiltrate. What's next? Field and Stream? The WWE? Neil Gaiman?
Wait, you can scratch that last one off the list. They're doing the soundtrack to Henry Selick's adaptation of Coraline.
Also, this ad campaign makes me want to make a road trip to Janesville (especially that last one).
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/blank.gif) blank
Current Music: Big Poo Generator -- gorgon 5
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March 12th, 2008
04:54 pm - Puzzlin' Evidence
Holy cow, I'm posting twice in one day!
matchstyx's recent post about the movie Equinox reminds me: I recently (and very accidentally) found a movie I'd been trying to locate for a long time.
Years and years ago -- let's say when I was in middle school, or just the end of elementary school -- I found the tail end of a movie on TV, and it fascinated me. I sat through the credits hoping that the title of the movie would be shown at the end, but instead the movie ended with a message: "If you can imagine it, it exists somewhere."
( And that was it. )
( ...or just skip to the MP3s. )
Current Music: Talking Heads -- Puzzlin' Evidence
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10:32 am - Puzzlin' Apple Dance
The other day my boss came over and asked me what "apple dance" is.
I said I didn't understand what she was referring to, and she said that she had just gotten off the phone with Johanna who had called her because I'd told her to provide some apple dance.
I said that I hadn't spoken with anyone named Johanna, and it took several minutes and a phone call to Johanna to figure out that I'd actually spoken to her assistant, and that the assistant had misheard the word "evidence".
This is almost as ridiculous as the time the Dispute Resolution Department received a letter addressed to the "Disappeared Evolution Department."
Look, if something doesn't sound right, ask for clarification. I know that the world of financial services can be difficult to understand, but there's a huge difference between impenetrably verbose and just plain silly.
Current Mood: amused(ish)
Current Music: Derek & The Dominos -- I Am Yours
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February 21st, 2008
10:43 am - It's the Movie Meme!
My friends list this morning is riddled with different copies of this meme. It was fun, and I hope that people actually do give it a shot, rather than just paging down past this entry.
Movie meme
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.
5. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
6. Those who guess correctly have to do the Meme next!
John Wayne was a fag. -- Repo Man, guessed by jeklnskinsgrl
Insanity runs in my family... It practically gallops. -- Arsenic and Old Lace, guessed by bluntobject
- I want my money back. And I want angels to give it to me. And pixies to count it out, and a gnome or a hobbit or an elf to sleep at the foot of my bed, and have - I just want them all over my backyard. But no matter what happens with any of that, I DO want my money back.
- Our crusade was such madness that only a real idealist could have thought it up.
- I have something to say about the difference between American and European cities. But I've forgotten what it is. I have it written down at home though.
My mother was a hardware man, and she taught me it was better to be a hammer than a nail. -- Ed and His Dead Mother, guessed by koriandrkitten
Excuse me! Pardon me, beg your pardon, if you two kids would stop singing for just a moment I've got something I want to discuss with you. -- Little Shop of Horrors, guessed by poriginal
I can remember everything. That's my curse, young man. It's the greatest curse that's ever been inflicted on the human race: memory. -- Citizen Kane, guessed by fuzzyinthehead
It was sweet... I don't think she could've got his finger off in one bite, though. That part seemed a little farfetched. -- May, guessed by koriandrkitten
You know I could have been in the NSA, but they found out my parents were married. -- Sneakers, guessed by evil_jim
- Cut it! Cut it! Cut it! Save the film, strike the broad and kill the babies.
Finally there would be a thingamajig that would bring everyone together, even if it kept them apart spatially. -- The Hudsucker Proxy, guessed by crabmoon
This was Josef Stalin. He was a communist, I was not too crazy about him, had a bad mustache, lot of bad habits. This is Bela Lugosi. he was, he was the mayor of New York city for a while, you can see what it did to him there, you know. This is, uhm, this is, uh, Charles DeGaulle, he, he was a very famous French chef, had his own television show, showed you how to make souflets and omelettes and everything. -- Sleeper, guessed by tacohunter
Don't be a good neighbor anymore to her. I'll have to send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, and you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!... In dreams... I walk with you. In dreams... I talk to you. In dreams, you're mine... all the time. Forever. -- Blue Velvet, guessed by shana_etel
Don't expect it to tango; it has a broken back. -- Re-Animator, guessed by evil_jim
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/hyper.gif) hyper
Current Music: Sloshy -- We Don't Really Even Care About You
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February 13th, 2008
10:48 pm - offBeat @ What's Brewin' Cafe
If y'all aren't doing anything on Friday, the 15th, you should head down to the What's Brewin' Cafe in Sun Prairie to see offBeat Acappella. Show goes from about 7 to 9, and there's no cover charge. We've performed there and I can promise that the food is excellent. Here's a map!
Oh, if you are doing something, cancel it and come see us.
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February 5th, 2008
10:14 am - Massacre (The Musical)
Late to work today thanks to some idiot who got tired of waiting for a garbage truck to maneuver its way around a tight corner, and tried to squeeze past it. I have never seen this before outside of a movie. The car became trapped between the truck and the snowbank, and both driver's side wheels lifted off the pavement. You'd think it would take forever for a line of six cars to realize that they all have to reverse, turn around, and take an alternate route, but I'm only a couple of minutes late.
Oh, well. Anyway, offBeat's show in Milwaukee (well, Greenfield, actually) went very well. We must be really closing in on paying our first CD, which means we can head into the studio again soon.
Other news: crabmoon and I saw the premier of Massacre (The Musical), a new film by Will Gartside, Rob Matsushita, and Morey Burnard. Not one for the kids. Or your parents. You might like it, though, in all it's cheap, gory, instantly-hummable glory. You missed its premier at the High Noon Saloon, but with any luck it'll make the Wisconsin Film Festival. Failing that, I'm sure there will be a DVD, and sometime we'll all gather at my place with airline sickness bags and no snacks and make a night of it.
Seriously, Massacre is a lot of fun. It's a low-budget slasher film about a '50s-perfect teenage girl who snaps during a no-parents weekend in the woods. The moral of this story (and countless other horror films)? Leave the prude at home, kids.
The film runs only about 45 minutes, but it's well-paced, and the songs are catchy and funny. Actually, good music and the taut pacing are no small feat, and are Massacre's two biggest strengths in the face of its competition. Unless you're into the bizarre subculture of low/no-budget horror pictures, you can't possibly imagine how many owners of $400 camcorders are cranking out DIY slasher films on the weekends. Even more amazing is now many of them end up on DVD at your local Best Buy (seriously). Massacre (The Musical) is the one you'd like to think you'd make yourself if you had some free time and a good recipe for fake intestines.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/os/triangles/excited.gif) excited
Current Music: Skaliteration -- Brian Blessed Bites the Big One
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February 3rd, 2008
09:27 pm - Just for the record...
To me, the phrase "New York Giants" refers to John Flansburgh and John Linnell.
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Mono Puff -- Nixon's the One
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January 31st, 2008
04:39 pm - Who's up for a road trip on short notice?
offBeat Acappella performs on Friday, February 1st at the KoG Cafe in Greenfield, which is about an hour and twenty minutes from Madison. The address is 4330 S. 84th Street (directions here), from 8 to 10pm. Tickets are $10 in advance, $12 at the door, with most of the proceeds going directly to us (though I probably shouldn't tell you that last part). This is the biggest show we've ever headlined outside of Madison, so it would be nice to bring in a crowd. Tell your friends and your enemies, especially if they live near Milwaukee!
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January 23rd, 2008
05:07 pm - Of monsters, movies, and monster movies
Oh my God. Did you see her MySpace headline? It says, 'yes, the twins are real.' That girl is pure trash. Pure trash. I wouldn't even kick her in the face. Oh, my God, she looks like an aborted garbage can. She looks like a piece of dirt. I can't believe a guy would mess around with that skank. Oh, my God, what a gutter urchin. I can't believe, she just thinks she is the cat's freakin' meow. What a little slut. I'd kill her. Shoot her in the face. Right in the face. She has all these queer-ass pictures. They're gross. She's dancing with all these guys and... what? They're gross. Oh, my God, they're gross. Are you on her MySpace now? Oh my God, isn't it whorey?* ...and so on.
The conversation transcribed above has been going on in the next cubicle for almost an hour. I'm not even sure that our temps are allowed to use the phone, let alone make long social calls. I'm not allowed to make long social calls from my desk. It's still happening, and I could transcribe more of it for you, but neither of us really wants that. The headphones are in, and I'm not listening anymore.
Anyway, the last weekend was really good. I spent most of it out of town, having left on Friday morning for Northwestern University's B-Fest with matt_william, evil_jim, agaysexicon, and fuzzyinthehead. B-Fest, for those who've forgotten since last year's B-Fest post, is a 24-hour festival of science fiction and horror films. Not all are technically B-movies (well, most aren't, actually), but they generally have the same type of appeal.
B-Fest starts at 6:00 PM on Friday and runs until roughly the same time on Saturday, and I usually end up passing out intermittently in the small hours of the morning. No so this year. I blame my diet. We always stop on the way down at Mitsuwa Marketplace, which is a Japanese mall. Generally we stock up on junk food there, but this year I brought a bunch trail mix, apples, broccoli, and hummus sandwiches, which probably helped to keep me awake better than a diet of shrimp chips and apple gummies would have. Good thing, too; ( the schedule looked pretty promising. )
I did crash once we got to the hotel, but I must have gotten under three hours of sleep between Thursday and Saturday nights. I ended up sleeping through parts of Zardoz (with which I'm already very familiar), The Magic Sword (which I've seen before and don't care for), and The Blue Bird (to which I took an immediate dislike). I ate lunch during part of The Undying Monster (no big loss), and disliked The Creature Walks Among Us and Lone Wolf McQuaid, which are the final chapter of the exceptionally dull Black Lagoon trilogy and a Chuck Norris movie brought in to replace Empire of the Ants (which was damaged or something), respectively. Otherwise, it was a great time. The high points were Dracula's Daughter, which is just good ol' plain, black and white horror fare, Black Samson, which is one of the better little-known blaxploitation films I've seen, and Xanadu, and Barbarella, which are infamous in their cheesy datedness, but otherwise really fun little films.
I had a really great time at B-Fest this year, and hope that subsequent years will be equally good. There's always a question as how good the next year's program will be because a couple of years ago, the organizers (apparently) forgot that B-movies are not necessarily bad movies. Even with fun movies, 24 hours is a serious endurance test, and there's a world of difference between Glen or Glenda (fun and bad) and Superbabies 2: Baby Geniuses (just bad).
I was wide awake and in a good mood when I got home on Sunday afternoon, and then I had MLK day off, which made for a nice, long weekend.
Last night I went with evil_jim to see Cloverfield, and I'm in the "Loved It" camp. The reviews seem to be pretty polarized between "it's a masterpiece" and "it's a load of crap." I've sort of missed all the viral marketing because (with the exception of livejournal) the websites I frequent don't really disseminate that sort of thing, but if you've seen the trailers, you know what it is. For the benefit of my parents, Cloverfield is a realtime document of a monster attack on New York City. Imagine Godzilla by way of The Blair Witch Project. It's completely predictable, and so it's surprising that the movie is also totally engrossing and exciting. The adrenaline-pumping excitement probably won't hold up to repeat viewings, but I'm also fascinated by the realtime aspect of the film. It's not one continuous shot, but it might as well be. All of the missing time is accounted for, and everything we see is presented through the lens of a handheld camera. It's a really fascinating way to tell a story, but I hope it doesn't spawn a fad of fictitious disaster documentaries.
Uh, I'm digressing, though. You should go see it. Or if you get motion sickness, maybe you should wait until you can Netflix it.
Anyway, it's 5:00, and that means my workday is over. Since we're talking about movies, I'll leave you with another transcript of one of my coworkers. This is actually from a few months ago. She was trying to explain the movie Office Space to someone who hadn't seen it, and I started copying her words almost immediately:"There's people in an office where they beat up the copier machine, and there's a guy who no one likes so they move him to and fro around the office so nobody can see him, and his boss hates him so he takes away the man's red stapler and they suspend him from payroll because he's lost in the basement. I could watch that movie over and over." Maybe she should watch it over and over, just so she can understand what it's about.
* I just read this to Lindsay, and she translated it as "I'm so jealous! My ass is huge! Why does she get all the guys? Where did I put my ice cream?!" Guess I need to learn to read between the lines.
Current Mood: pretty good
Current Music: Bauhaus -- Boys
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December 14th, 2007
09:45 pm - offBeat @ What's Brewin'!
Hey, if you're not doing anything on Saturday the 15th, you should head over to the What's Brewin' Coffee Shop in Sun Prairie to hear some damn fine a cappella music. Show starts at 7:00, admission is free, and they serve beer and wine, which means you can get your double entendre on. You may have to work at that joke, but I warn you: it's not worth it.
Anyway, What's Brewin' is located at 3140 Edmonton Drive, Sun Prairie, and since this is the Internet, I can give you a map, courtesy of Google.
Oh, if you ARE doing something on Saturday, cancel it and come to our show.
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