Nov 292009

I’ve felt less like blogging this weekend than I ever have, I think.  Sorry about that.  Nothing personal.  No obvious reason why.

Been a pretty good time off.  Gave myself a haircut Friday morning.  Lea was a little puny yesterday, though.  Church this morning.  Got the Christmas stuff down a little while ago, for my beautiful wife to work her magic.  The boys are Wiiing.  The Wedding Singer is my current noise.  BLTs for dinner tonight.  Probably I’ll Wild Turkey up some eggnog later, and maybe watch I, Robot.  Had enough of that shit?  OK.

I have been reading a lot of HillBuzz, a Saintseester recommendation that I’m going to second heartily.  Its editorial position is interesting.  The site authors are big fans of the Clintons, and big fans of Sarah Palin.

Most importantly (and hilariously), they’re right there to gig our esteemed president whenever he subserviently and lovingly swabs the testicles of another head of state; or (speaking of) actually uses the word “teabagger” (so becoming of the President of the United States, don’t you think?); or is photographed carrying the issue of GQ with his photo on the cover (which is really a perfect encapsulation of the guy’s entire MO, methinks).

(Merry Obamamas, by the way.)

The Hillary affection is new for me, but you know, in our two-party system, better and worse is worth some argument.  Even though I danced gleefully on her grave when she was defeated for the Democrat nomination, ask me now if I’d prefer her to Obama.  Heh.

HillBuzz is witty, relevant, beholden to no partisan agenda, and unbelievably prolific.  Read it (several times daily) and bookmark it, particularly if you’re either a) a slobbering Obama apologist; or b) wondering how you’re going to survive the guy.

I’ll try to get it back in gear this week.  Thank you for reading WmWms.

 Posted by at 6:44 pm
Nov 272009

I like the notion of the SEC’s top running back meeting the 86th-best rushing defense in the country.  Roll Tide!


 Posted by at 9:35 am
Nov 252009

After an enjoyable Village Pizza, BamaDan and I took in 2012 tonight.

(Minor spoilers follow.)

Well, it seems those wacky Mayans were onto something.  They said 12/21/12 was it, and guess what?  There are massive solar flares that get the neutrinos in the planet’s core all excited.  They essentially microwave it from the inside out and cause the earth’s crust to shift.

2012And yeah, all of the high-rises, bridges, roads, and Starbucks get it, and good.  (These being the times they are, I kept waiting for there to be a Freon angle or somesuch, but thankfully, there never was.)

Look, I don’t go into a movie like 2012 expecting craft filmmaking, and if you do, you’re a fool.  But there are good guidelines even for concepts as constrained as disaster films, and 2012 follows almost none of them.

Clearly it’s going to be heavy on effects, but the movie has a bad case of CGI worship.  There really are some great sequences—the limo jaunt was probably my favorite—but I found too much of it far too similar.  There are three basic disaster scenes in the movie:  the foreshadowing spontaneous running cracks, the earthquake, and the tsunami.  These were served up in quantities much larger than necessary to serve the plot, or (worse) even the wow factor.

Let’s pop open the box labeled Stock Characters and sprinkle out a few, shall we?  John Cusack is the kind-hearted but bumbling divorced dad.  One of his spawn is the plucky kid who saves the day.  There are a couple of selfish fat guys, one with an ominous accent.  There’s Danny Glover as President Murtaugh Wilson.  Woody Harrelson is the nut case who turns out not to be nutty.  You with me?  You nodding?

The plot is serviceable, and the paint-by-numbers aspects listed above survivable.  It’s lack of economy that ultimately does it in.  Disciplined editing could have delivered a much tighter (and better) picture, but alas, it seems no sacred cow scenes were slaughtered.  Instead, the crank turned for an overtly masturbatory and thoroughly absurd 2:38 of running time.

That might be an entire hour too long.

Have you ever known a person who has a pretty quick wit and intellect, but has never appreciated brevity?  You know, the kind of guy who thinks if once is funny, then four times is hilarious!?  There you go.


 Posted by at 12:43 am
Nov 232009

For about 30 seconds, I actually had someone convinced today that we were having a great blue heron for Thanksgiving.

I was able to summon preparation and cooking instructions effortlessly, including straight-faced, convincing-sounding details.  I told a great story of the first time I ever tried it, and what the meat is like.  I am so full of shit.

(He said, proudly.)

It wasn’t until I started about next year maybe trying a herongretbin—that’s a robin inside an egret inside a heron—that she knew she was had.

 Posted by at 9:17 pm
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