Friday, April 29, 2005
Peace, Love, And Long Life.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
1) I am bored.
2) After next week I have nothing to do
3) I need new music.
4) Making mixes is fun!
It's a mix exchange. Post a comment here and ask me to burn a cd for you (you can specify what sort of music you want or you can just tell me to suprise you or juggle or something), and I'll do it. No fewer than 10 tracks or 60 minutes, whichever comes first, will be delivered to you fresh baked and as soon as possible! Who knows what you might get? Some obscure random rock band? The Britney Spears megamix? It's a grab bag! According to my "fulllist.m3u," I currently have over 1,321 songs on my computer. And there's more to be had in my CD collection. So yeah, you have some variety to pick from.
All I ask for in exchange is a CD of comparable length, made up of anything you feel like tossing in there, delivered to me whenever you so desire. Yeeeahhh that's about it.
I. Am. Bored.
Actually, I feel almost kinda guilty for posting twice in a row, so I'll keep it short. This is vital. In college, should I keep it Ken, or switch it to Kenneth? Ken has maybe a friendlier feel, I think, but Kenneth has that masculine edge to it. Before you ask, Kenny is out of the question.
Vote? (just "Ken" or "Kenneth" will do, nw)
Monday, April 25, 2005
Actually, the convocation wasn't that bad. They read the names pretty quickly, the speeches weren't as painful, and I had an epiphany at the end: Mr. Lum read out, "And Red Team, meet tomorrow after school in the Knight Center Lobby to set up for Mass."
I looked at the two golden cords on my left.
I looked at the two golden cords on my right.
I smiled. And I said "No."
And Adrianna says you got your braces off, congratulations!
Sorry there wasn't much point to this, but Blogger isn't letting me comment on stuff.
P.S. Thanks for not telling me we didn’t have a game, Ben!
P.P.S. At least I know now where I stand on the team!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
this is a site that tells you the song that was #1 on the pop charts on any date... most people look at their birthdays...
on my birthday 08/23/86... "papa dont preach - madonna"
on my 10th birthday 08/23/96... "macarena - los del rio"
on my 18th birthday 08/23/04... "Slow Motion - Juvenile feat Soulja Slim"
my music has sucked so far... hows yours?
EDIT - I had forgotten the link... points to time of original post...well thats the kind of work that tends to happen at 3 am... sorry...
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
So the question of morals is this: is there any way to morally justify searching through all the available girl pictures for attractive collegiate women? (And the corollary, if we actually read their profiles every once in a while, will it make us less shallow?)
Postscript. Claire Salamida, you will be mine. Mmmmm.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
sorry ladies :'(
Monday, April 18, 2005
PS: I CAN GO TO COLLEGE! Cornell was very, very good to me.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
The players that made it were Colleen, Brooke, Tracy, Theresa, Nathan, Alex, Matt, and I. We borrowed Justin, a big forward from the previous game, and a player from the other team named Shannon, who wasn’t as good as her identical twin sister Alyssa.
It didn’t seem to take very long for the other team to score two goals. Matt was stopper and I was center mid. We switch so that he could be freer to run all over the place while I stay back for defense. He knew there was a lot of pressure on him, and he responded heroically. He scores before the end of a half.
Down 2-1, the general consensus was that we could easily win this game. Alex switches from forward to sweeper for the second half. My faithful toe punt doesn’t let me down- it takes the ball into the goal, just below the top bar, out of reach of the goalie (His name was Kevin. He was a really goalie but a poor lifeguard (he was fired for not paying attention to the pool).)
At 2-2, Justin’s chances finally fall his way. He might have been tired, cause he kept getting open runs but it took him a while to put it in. At 3-2, we had a lot of close calls, but Alex did a flawless job at goalie (He and Nathan switched partway through the second half).
Overall, we had the advantage of getting the ball most times it was fought over. And their defenders- you’re running with the ball, you switch directions and they fly past you. We really got a great team. The ref didn’t speak much English.
After the game, Nathan, Justin and I played in the next game on Elise’s team. Thank God I was dismissed early because it was freezing.
Now while watching Chasing Amy there was a carachter that we all agreed was exactly like Pat, even Pat thought so. This person was a bigot, vulgar, told everyone what he thought no matter how harsh and used the word faggot and dyke quite liberally. At the end of the movie however, we find out this carachter is gay. The only logical conclusion we could come to was that Pat was also in fact gay. What turned into just calling Pat gay turned into a full onaslaught of all of us harrassing him, well except Magda who tried to thwart our fun. Can't imagine why.
So for some reason my pictures aren't loading but you can see them in the photo link to yahoo.
Basically the night went like this:
Pat adimantly denying his true feelings.
Me working my feminine charms on Pat trying to get him to tell us if he ever kissed a girl before.
Realizing that my dog had a sixth sense: Gaydar. And despite doing everything in our power to make her like Pat....
She kept following Doug.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Item 2. I am tired.
Item 3. Ithaca is GORGES. (Ha. Ha.)
The plane flights were probably the worst part, and they weren't that bad at all. In a couple weeks, Northwestern Airlines will open a flight from Detroit, and then it'll only be two flights from Portland. Unfortunately, this means I won't get to visit the Auntie Anne's pretzel stand in Denver International Airport anymore. That was probably the best part of my trip, watching the dejected-looking black guy roll out a long pretzel-dough thing, and with--I shizzle you not--ONE THROW, transforms it into the classic pretzel shape. In fact I kinda wish I'd managed to avoid it during the layover on the way back, because it made me wonder about going to college at all. This after flying in a small plane over upstate New York, which, I'm gonna be honest, I was really kinda crushing on. Not as green as Oregon at the moment, but I'll give it a chance to wake up.
Anyway it beat the crap out of UVA in my college standings (is it bad if my choice was mainly food quality and surroundings?) and we didn't have time to check out Tufts, so I think I've found my new home.
Speaking of the food, I finally figured out why Jesuit has the food system that we do. It's a college-prep school, right? So we take classes that are maximum hard, so we'll be ready for the hardest possible courses... and we eat cafeteria food that is maximum bad, so any Jesuit student could survive four years with me as the chef. I'm still not sure if the Cornell food deserves all the hyperlative adjectives I was about to type out or if it's just a million times better than "Tuesday: Taco Salad." But they do make their own ice cream, and not with that stupid rock-salt shaking experiment, either--this *is* the university with the highest-rated school of Agronomy in the nation (ooooOOOoooohhhh, I know).
You know what, though, when I was at UVa, Dean Aylor was leading me around the Lawn and knocked on one of the students' rooms so I could see what it was like. This guy, straight out of the Beach Boys with probably fourteen bottles of hard liquor on top of his fireplace, says "Duuuude! How's it going! Come on in!" I told him where else I was looking at schools, and he said, "well, man, I tell you this. I have friends at those schools and I've gone and visited them, and I walked around all those ivy league campuses, and I saw not *one* hot girl. They're, like, all over the place here! So come to Virginia!"
And I'd love to say that he was wrong, but he wasn't. Virginia won that battle hands-down. It's not to say that Cornell didn't put up a fight, but UVA was almost overwhelming. Silver lining: the guy market must be almost as shallow because (and I know this will sound like Jeff's waitress story) I got some winking action going on while I was up there. Hot.
Sucks to have missed Coffeehouse, by the way, and I heard the Jesuit senior class lost its collective mind voting for prom court, but much as I missed school, college was better.
(By the way, most potentially awkward moment of the whole trip: the Best Western we stayed at in Ithaca had a computer in the lobby that anyone could use, so I did, and it already had AIM installed so I logged on. Within ten minutes I had several convos going. My mom arrived to tell me to go to bed right when these three messages had appeared on the screen:
[anna]: omg, one time i snorted a line of off mckenzie carroll's buttcheck
[kate]: can i call you "sex phrase master"
[sarah]: damn ken we need to stop sharing bodily fluids :-)
I had a new article open, so I alt-tabbed my way out of Dodge, but I couldn't help feeling like Mom was watching me a liiiiiittle more closely after that.)
Friday, April 15, 2005
These are just a small fraction of pictures I have from our last coffeehouse ever. I'm way too tired to write anything. So, to all of you who went, feel free to comment on whatever you see fit. Maybe I'll give Cynda my other pictures to put in her album. Well, I'll see you all wednesday. I'm off to Penn!
Thank God Y'All Have Me is right.
I don't really have that much to say, to be honest. I am in Virginia, weather's nice, Southern Hospitality is alive and well, girls are nice if pretty damn preppy (I am, after all, at the University of Preston Neupert), boys are hot, accents are awesome, coach is supportive, I got to watch Sex & The City while eating ice cream, so life's pretty good.
The wierd part was last night...NCAA rules state that Official Recruiting Weekends are to be 48 hours in length, no longer. So I was not allowed to step foot on campus until Friday morning, which meant I had to fly in Thursday afternoon, get picked up by the coach, given money for dinner and dropped off at a hotel, where I stayed in a room by myself until the next morning when the coach picked me back up again.
I watched a lot of Everybody Loves Raymond, and Seinfeld. Could've been worse.
Talk about creepy, not only could I not get to sleep with the wierd time change, I kept waking up thinking I was hearing things, and I had no one to talk to.
I woke up in the morning and forgot where I was, panicked and decided I had been kidnapped and was about to scream my head off when I saw my suitcase on the floor and my cell phone next to me and realized I wasn't kidnapped...I was in Virginia.
Anyway, people, start posting other things...just random crap that happens during school that would at least make a semi-interesting or out of the ordinary story...not so much contrived stuff. And not so much of the same people, please.
p.s. Rachel and Adrianna, on my flight from Cinncinatti to Charlottesville, there were these six college age guys from Wisconsin who were going backpacking in Virginia...let's just say I was starting to regret not looking more closely at Marquette. Have at 'em, ladies.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The guy in 1139 gave brief description of the each of future 112. The alleged prophecies were allegedly hidden in archives Rome and discovered in 1590. So a lot of people will say they were forged in that year, but I just watched a show about the descriptions he gave of the last few popes we've had. If you find an exhaustive source on his quotes for each pope and then compare how they match each pope, it's... wow.
Now here's where it gets interesting: Pope John Paul II was the 110th pope on St. Malachy's list. The 112th is said to be the very last pope before Christ returns. "No one knows the day or the hour," but man we're getting close. Exciting times. :-)
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
I decided to grant our benefactor Shakeer his request. Mostly because I felt bad about pegging him in the head with my literature book after he insulted the DQ musical. (Earlier, Mr. Benware saw me giving him the double middle finger. He said "Nice signal, Ben" or something like that. I hope he understood I was defending the greatest musical ever conceived and performed from the continuous ridicule spewed by that dishonorable excuse for a knight.) Hopefully the hole Shakeer leaves behind will be filled by none other than Chris Pozzi, who has been a loyal reader for several months.
I really have nothing else to say. JHall gave his tentative approval for Rachel and me to be late to Dry Tech due to the soccer game, which made me happy. 'Dry Tech' sounds like it involves robots humping, which would be funny.
Doug refused to wrestle me at the track meet because he was afraid I would injure him. What a queer.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
1) Space travel
yes ST (star trek) ships are capable of faster then light travel, a fact that has been proven by science that is impossible. However it was a fact that the world was fact, it was a fact that Earth was the center of the universe, It was a fact that Earth was the only planet to sustain life. Well guess what, all those have been proven false. ST also does not say that the ships are traveling at a huge velocity, rather they use a very common theme in Sci-fi, and that is bending space. The warp core has the ability to bend space to travel from one point to the other. And being loyal to the concept of a limit on speed there is a top speed that you can reach Warp 9.9 Warp 10 is impossible to obtain. Now if you watch TOS (the original series) you will notice that Kirk throws around different speeds like warp 13 and such, this is not a continuity error, the scale on which to determine warp speed changed to match the meteric system, because warp drive was developed by an american using the English system, and it stuck for a while.
2) Ship design
the main thought process behind the ST design for ships is symetry, to have an incongruent ship that has all these bulges and points would be inefficent. It would not beable to make a sustanable warp field. SW has insemetrical designs (the Mellinium Falcon for example) which by the laws of physics would be incapable of withstanding the speeds at which they claim to go. And the X-wing for example, why would a ship need wings in space? For atmouspheric flight perhaps, but in space? There would be no reason for wings on a starship, and contrary to belief, ST ships only have wings on some of the shuttles, and even then they are saftey features, thrusters take most purpose away, and no large starships have wings, the things on the back are not wings they are warp nacelles, they take the bussards collected in space and convert them into a usable energy source.
3) Exsistance of humans
As most of you know the begining of every SW film it says, "a long time ago in a galaxy far far away..." Well I don't want to but your bubble but a long time ago humans did not have space travel, nor did they live in a galaxy far far away. Now many people claim that the people of SW are not human, rather they are Correlian, a lame excuse for a continuity error. ST however is set in the future where technological advancement may bring this as a logical future, with a real time line. Humans are humans. Also in SW you will notice that the vast majority in the senate chamber, pods appear to be human, now I find it hard to believe that of so many planets so few alien races are represented, or that humans colonized all so many planets and have become the dominant species in the universe. Where do you see all the aliens? never in the empire, all are in the rebelion, and even then you look at the shots they are mostly human. Yes I will admit the ST series' that have been produced are mainly based on human starships, but you must realize that Starfleet is an Earth based operation. If you know anything about Spock you will know that he faced huge critisim from Vulcans for joining starfleet, because he was breaking from tradition and vulcans saw starfleet as a human faction.
Now Star Trek faces huge criticism from oponents that say the weapons are completely made up and never possible, I propose the opposite. One of the most known instruments in the ST universe is the phaser. The phaser is a weapon that emits a concentrated beem of energy to temporarly paralize (or sometimes kill) the victum. This is not far from our reality now. A new device was recently invented called a tetenizer (sp) it uses a laser beem to conduct a concentrated amount of energy that, upon striking the opponent, causes their muscles and organs to seize up and contract. This cause the person to be temporarly immoble so that restraints can be fasened. Unfortunatly, they are not yet on the market, and they are about the size of a suitcase, but progress is being made. SW uses lasers, a tiny amount of energy shot toward an object that blows it to bits. Perhaps this was "possible" in the 1970's but now we all know that for energy to travel through light there must be a constant beam of light. There is a line in TNG (Tne Next Generation) where Picard is informed that an enemy ship has lasers, his responce is something like, "lasers? Those wont even make a dent in our shields." enough said.
Again critics of star trek say that the technology is impossible, quite the contrary. Take the communicatior badge for example. They now are using the same thing in hospitals with nurses and doctors. The PADD that all orders and communications are on, are a direct decendent of today's Palm Pilots. As for the Phaser, well thats been covered, and the most controversial, the transporter. Could such a thing work? The answer is yes, it has been proven. So far scientists have been able to transport single atomic structures, from one location to another. They are now experimenting with molecules, and have had noteworthy attempts, the technology is not yet there but who can say that it wil never be. As for SW, what do they have that has basis in fact? The lightsaber? Show me the precorsor and I will apologize, but who has seen a beem of energy that ends one meter from its source and is able to slice through anything? Anyone? It is cool to watch on screen, no dispute there, and episode III is looking good, but in reality, not likely.
Now don't get me wrong, I love Star Wars, I just find it a little harder to grasp then Star Trek. So many people say they hat ST, but in all actuallity they don't even know enough to hate. You can not truly hate something unless you know it very well. I am not saying I hate SW, I love it, I am simply saying that Star Trek is better.
Monday, April 11, 2005
So on Tuesday My sister and I had the misfortune of traveling to perhaps the place where hell begins and earth ends. The home of an English teacher. As I arrived I was greeted not by Satan herself, but rather by her fellow demons. They were going to send us to a slow and painful death through the torture of babysitting [scary music]. Now if you are ever in this awkward position I recommend the following, 1) protect the demon children with your life, 2) do anything to keep them satisfied & 3) never, never go into the basement!
Now the evening started out all fine and dandy, three rowdy kids, nothing special, then came the fourth, then the fifth, then the sixth, before I could have said "I am a mother pheasant plucker, I pluck mother pheasant, I am the most plesent mother pheasant plucker, to ever pluck a mother pheasant" there was seventeen wild little children running around. There was no way for me to feed all these kids with two boxes of green macaroni and cheese! And remember rule #2 keep them satisfied. Unless I became Jesus and multiplied the mac & cheese and burritos, I was not going to survive the night. Then the though occurred to me, "WWJD...What would Jesus do?" well that was not much help, because Jesus would have just multiplied the food, but I was not Jesus, I did not have supernatural powers, or did I?
"Maybe I could pull this off!" I thought to myself, "Maybe I could be like Jesus!" For the nest hour I experimented with the boxes, I ripped them up, I threw them against walls, I even sacrificed a dead squirrel that I had found in one of the kid's mouths. None of which worked. Well maybe These people had a food locker in the basement, I mean that is where all normal people keep their extra Macaroni and cheese, right? Down in the dark, drafty, scary, incomplete, spawned from hell basements, right? Well there was one way for me to find out...I sent my sister down to investigate.
The Children began to become restless, and the seventeen, minus the one that was biting the leg of the couch started forming a mob. Yeah, like a real mob with pitchforks and torches and everything. I began to panic, I opened the door to the basement and yelled to my sister, "Laina, we kind of need that mac & cheese now!"
I will never forget her response, "Hold on, I've almost got it! The Dog is almoust finished with my leg."
"Hurry up!" I yelled. She was taking too long. Damn dog I thought, but I must have said the words aloud and the children started to scream.
"He called Tiberius as damn dog!" they screamed. "Kill 'em" said another, "Let's eat em!" "Gddlapppgggpphhhh!" mumbled the one gnawing on the couch. Damn it, they were cannibals, they massive amounts of blood on their mouths and dead children should have gave it away, but I what can I say, I’m a little slow. What could I do, then I though, I know, WWJD, what would Jesus do? But again it didn't help, because Jesus would have just converted everyone on the spot with his awesome 78 resurrection points, which would have trumped the kids' attack rating of 47, and shield deflection of 13, But the best that I had was a damn Ghandi card with a Peaceful Resistance of 81! That wouldn't even convert one St. Thomas the Doubter Insurrection card with 12 resistance points. Damn sales vendors always ripping me off on my Bible playing cards, I should have brought my King David Sling Shot card with attack rating of 67, and dodging ability of 49, that would have blown all these little kids to the moon and back. But then I remembered what Mr. Carver said about Jesus not attacking anyone, because he was a pacifist, and would have told me to turn the other cheek. So all this thinking was both wearing out my brain and wasting time. So with no luck I retreated into the basement.
Now maybe I should have stood and fought, or maybe I should have run the other way, or maybe I should pulled out my AK-47 and showed them consequence of rebellion, but no, being the dumb-ass,, (is dumb-ass hyphenated?),, that I am, I ran downstairs in retreat, like a ten year old girl. For some reason the children did not follow, they must have thought that it was unsafe. As I came downstairs I began to realize that this was no ordinary basement, for one the ceiling was 7 foot 6 where a regular basement was 7 foot 3. But that wasn't the only scary thing about it, this basement was a complete recreation of the bridge of the USS Enterprise NCC-1701! Everyone was there, Kirk, Spock, that foxxy (yes with 2 x’s) Hickeru Sulu, and even R2-D2. But I didn't have time to save the planet from the Klingons, I gave Kirk a quick punch to the face, had a little “orgy-porgy” with Sulu and R2-D2, and I was on my way. I found my sister in the holodeck where she was allowing a dog to service her leg. I shut the door and continued down the corridor. Where I found it, the storage room.
I opened the door and entered, mounds after mounds of mac & cheese were piled to the sky. However there was no sky, because this was a basement, and it had a ceiling, rather that was just a figure of speech, meant to convey how large the stacks were. I grabbed a few boxes and began to leave the room when I had a revelation, an epiphany if you will. The greatest minds in History were there, Jesus, Spock, and Billy Joel. Billy Joel had a little pocket piano that he was playing and singing Only the good die young. Spock was shaking his head in frustration, and Jesus was picking his nose when I walked through the door. Jesus stopped and stated to speak, "What you do the least of these you do to me." Billy Joel asked me if I had any spare cash on me and for some beer, and Spock, just said "Live Long and Prosper" These words inspired me to become a better man. I ran upstairs an started feeding the children, and everything was alright. Until I found out that I had gone to the wrong house that night and I was supposed to be babysitting for the people next door. Damn
P.S. But if you think about it, if you were going to break into a car whose would you break into? A 1980 Volvo, or the Mayors toyota 2005 Prius, across the street. This is why you should never drink.
P.P.S. And get this; they even were courtieous enought to lock the doors after going through the car.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
We began by streaching...and Misha and I saw a little more of Ken than we really desired.
Then we played our entire game ONE MAN DOWN.
And we beat them 3-1.
AND for about 3/4 of the first half the other team had only 4 girls playing...against strict PYSA regulations (that was the whole reason we had to play a man down the entire time, we only had 4 girls total...mishka, colleen, brooke, and i were very tired)
Pat scored two of our three goals, and Brooke scored the third. Quite impressive for a girl we hadn't even met until today (So Ben, you've now met Brooke Palmer, is your life complete?). But truly it was a team effort, I've never seen us play so hard...which was impeded further by only having two forwards, 10 players on the field, and one sub for the guys.
Hopefully little Geoffy got some good shots. And hopefully Misha and I won't find those pictures that random dude took, on the internet someday (it was really strange).
A big thanks to Doug, Magda, Karolyn, and John for making their way to Delta Park to watch us toil in the mud...thanks to superfans like you guys we have applesauce on the sidelines. Ahh.
Friday, April 08, 2005
We should have had a historical fiction post by Alex yesterday, but blogger ate it because it they were making some adjustments, so you all will get the more interesting version of his babysitting adventures on Monday. He was right. The whole criticism thing is paying off. Oh, and some jack off broke into his car, so we'll probably get a double post.
post post script
I should have been at Tech, but I'm lazy like that.
post post post script
Can you imagine how screwed we'd be if Mr. B had made us do all nine Don Quixote papers?
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
PS: Sorry Alex,, but you deserve it.
PPS: Fuck You Cornell
Well, I decided that I would end Alex’s long stream of posts, which while somewhat valid are growing more and more numerous. In any case I just wanted to say that I’m an idiot for not joining track earlier because I love it. I just pr'd in polevault at 10ft and could've gotten 10'6'' if my hand hadn't hit the bar on the way down. But such is life, so I’m excited now because I know I can letter (which I’ve never done other than band....). And kudos to Misha taking 1st place and Puett taking 4th in disc. Ben I hope that you did well to. All and all we're off to a good season, can't wait to win a few more meets.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
the Enterprise NCC-1701 Bridge:
The Enterprise's shuttle Copernicus:
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Sorry to all of those who got a little more than expected with this film. Had I been arranging this whole thing, I would’ve at least warned you in advance. This ain’t your traditional, Spider-Man comic book adaptation. It ain’t even X-Men or Hellboy. This is a whole new breed that I hope is here to stay.
That said, to those who HAVEN’T seen the film…this is probably the most violent film you’ll ever see, or at least the most violent of any you’ve seen to date. It ain’t just bullet holes, kids…read that R rating real close, then multiply.
The NY Times always does the best job of saying what all gives a given film its R rating, especially the ones they tend not to like as much. This from their review:
“The film contains a smorgasbord of stylized, generally unrealistic-looking violent acts, including a lot of dismemberment; there is also alcohol use, adult language, some hanky-panky and many women in various stages of undress.”
The Oregonian’s Movie Guide for Parents takes it the rest of the way:
“…this is an intensely violent, even sadistic film that objectifies women and glorifies gore…deal with a criminal who rapes and murders young girls; a well-connected murderer of prostitutes who (SPOILER BEEP!) his victims…The violence may be ultra-stylized and the blood whit, but it feels real. Heads and limbs and body parts are lopped off. Other mayhem features an electrocution, the whipping of a bound woman, skull smashings, characters shoved headfirst into toilets, a priest shot in a confessional, and a graphic suicide.”
If that kinda thing is cool with you, or if you really dig violent films (there’s nothing wrong with that…it’s just storytelling)
END PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
Little less than a year ago, last July at the San Diego ComiCon, us fans got our first glimpse of this “Sin City” film adaptation we’d been hearing about. And the first of that was this big-ass red poster with Mickey Rourke as Marv walking, head bent down, face covered in bandages. It said in big, bold, comic-book type “MICKEY ROUKE is MARV” and had the accompanying title of Frank Miller’s Sin City, a logo done up just like the comic book. And most of us didn’t believe this was an actual studio poster. And yet it was. Then the footage was shown, including the scene that now opens the film. And it was all exactly like the comic book. EXACTLY. It was perfect.
Finally, here was a film adaptation that didn’t just love the source material. It WORSHIPPED it. Spider-Man got damn close. Hellboy got EVEN CLOSER. But this…this was a whole ’nother league of comic book adaptation.
And the finished product is nothing short of what we’ve been promised all this time. Absolutely, through and through, from the title to each glorious frame, this IS Frank Miller’s Sin City.
It’s impossible to capture that greatness of this film in words. First because it’s that good, but second because it’s such a visual piece of work, it must be seen to be believed. It’s this kind of storytelling you don’t get anymore about places that don’t exist and people that could have never lived. Like Harry Knowles of Ain’t It Cool News puts it, this is what movies were like before we wanted our boring-ass lives up there on the screen. This is dialogue that no one says but is just flat-out right.
My dad’s been saying for some time that there’s no MEN on the movie screen anymore. And in many ways, he’s right. Like I pointed out to him tonight after leaving the theater, you can’t totally say that anymore. Mickey Rourke’s Marv is the baddest of bad. You think Kill Bill's Bride is an antihero? Not even close to this. The stuff Marv does is pretty damn extreme, but given what he’s up against in the story, this ain’t no sicko. But he is one bad motherfucker. And Rourke plays it so beautifully. This rivals Ron Perlman’s Hellboy it’s that good. Even when Carla Gugino is walking around nearly entirely you nude, your eyes are on Mickey.
Marv’s story holds another standout performance in Elijah Woods’ Kevin, which is just fantastic. Think of the most evil character you’ve ever seen in a movie. This guy shatters that in the first glance you get at those eyes. This guy’s not just an exact match to the comic…he’s WAY scarier.
On that subject…Nick Stahl’s Yellow Bastard. Holy freaking shit.
The other "heroes"…Clive Owen is fantastic. Dwight’s always been close to my heart, but Owen just gives him this whole other dimension. Was a little worried about casting Owen as a tough guy, but he NAILS it. Bruce Willis, though never actually seeming as old as his character, is Hartigan through and through. Rosario Dawson…knew she could nail it, and she delivered. In a world filled with tough guys, here’s a woman who could just annihilate most of them. Benicio Del Toro was an inspired casting choice, and he went above and beyond what I expected.
But the real surprise performance…Jessica Alba. Nancy’s a fantastic character, but oddly enough Alba is PERFECT. Sure, she doesn’t strip down as the comic would demand, but she looks that part and she acts the part. I loathed her being cast in this film, and even more in Fantastic Four. Now she’s an actress to watch.
And, you know, for all the seemingly mindless violence, there is this underlying story in which good does win out in the ends, though the costs may be great. For all their bad qualities, Marv and Dwight and Hartigan do what they do to protect people, specifically women. They shove all hope aside to do the right thing.
There’s so much more I could say about this. This is easily director Robert Rodriguez’s (of the Spy Kids trilogy, Desperado, and Once Upon a Time in Mexico) finest work, and having Frank Miller on as co-director…his presence was felt every step of the way. These two have created what I thoroughly believe will be a huge note in cinematic history. Sky Captain introduced audiences (those who bothered to see the genius of that work) to the possibilities of this technology. Sin City implemented them in ways above and beyond that. Like I said…it must be seen to be believed. If Rodriguez and Miller don’t come back for the next set of Sin City yarns (I simply MUST see A Dame to Kill For), there will be a hole in film progression.
On a related topic, if you replace the words "eat them with "do it" the book is very dirty. Take some lines for example:
"Would you do it here?
Would you do it there?
Would you do it with a mouse?
Would you do it in a house?
Would you do it with a fox?
Would you do it in a box?
Would you do on a train?"
etc. etc. etc.
This brings up a clever question, "Would you do it with a fox or a mouse, in box or in a house?"
I know I would.
So here is the question: Should i switch my senior project topic two days before i present?
Old topic: Robots in the Workforce: Friend vs. Foe
New topic: "Bringing the Metric System to Time"
vote for your favorite topic please
Saturday, April 02, 2005
I apologize for my recent monopolization of the blog.
"Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song."
"Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly knowing that I am with you, therefore no harm can befall you; all is very, very well. Do this in complete faith and confidence."
We were blessed to have him as our pope.
Friday, April 01, 2005
-It's very dangerous to wave to people you don't know because what if they don't have hands? They'll think you're cocky. "Look what I got motherfucker!"
-The thing about tennis is: no matter how much I play, I'll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once, they're fucking relentless.
-You know they call corn-on-the-cob "corn-on-the-cob," but that's how it comes out of the ground. They should just call it corn, and every other type of corn "corn-off-the-cob". It's not like if someone cut off my arm they would call it "Mitch", and then re-attach it, and call it "Mitch-all-together".
-2-in-1 is a bullshit term. 1 is not big enough to hold 2, that's why 2 was created.
-If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up.
-I got my hair highlighted, because I felt some strands were more important than others.
- Alcoholism is a disease, but it's the only one you can get yelled at for having. Goddamn it Otto, you are an alcoholic.
Goddamn it Otto, you have Lupis... one of those two doesn't sound right.
-I went to the park and saw this kid flying a kite. The kid was really excited. I don't know why, that's what they're supposed to do. Now if he had had a chair on the other end of that string, I would have been impressed.
-I got an ant farm. Them fellas didn't grow shit.
-My lucky number is four billion. That doesn't come in real handy when you're gambling. "Come on, four billion! Fuck. Seven. I need more dice, 4 billion divided by 6, at least."
-This product that was on TV was available for four easy payments of $19.95. I would like a product that was available for three easy payments and one complicated payment. We can't tell you which payment it is, but one of these payments is going to be hard.
-You know when they have a fishing show on TV? They catch the fish and then let it go. They don't want to eat the fish, they just want to make it late for something.
-I had a stick of Carefree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my mortality.
- I would imagine if you could understand Morse Code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy.
-I never joined the army because at ease was never that easy to me. Seemed rather uptight still. I don't relax by parting my legs slightly and putting my hands behind my back. That does not equal ease. At ease was not being in the military. I am at ease, bro, because I am not in the military.
-Why are there no during pictures?
I'll try to find a video or sound clip, because you have to have his voice and tone in your head while you read it to get the full impact of this man's genius.
The Game was a total success. The short story paper for AP English that I wrote in the time between the time of 7:30 and 1:30 (without a free period) got a 98. I did have most of the conclusion written down when I got to school, but the rest I wrote in a journal during another class then transcribed in what library time I had. And there was a paragraph I wrote after leaving English class with about 15 minutes left, pretending to go upstairs and print it because I had found a typo. Ha! There were typos abound in the final version. I seriously think the man favors me because of our pre-Jesuit acquiantance. There were some pretty good ideas in there, and more style than I normally have, but I read it a few minutes ago and was cringing at the many awkward places and typos I didn't have time to check for.
post post script
Wilco and Bright Eyes are on Austin City Limits at 11, so you should probably watch that.
Here is the question: What would you do with 10 Million dollars? Would you be greedy and spend it all on yourself? Would you plan ahead and invest some of it, if so how? What would you buy and how would you use the money?
10 million dollars? Two words: shopping spree! Personally I hate shopping, but when you have 10 million dollars, you can actually afford to buy just about anything. The main thing I hate abotu shopping is the buyer's regret. You know the feeling, where you start to question your choice, "you know, i think the blue shoes would have looked better than the grey ones". With 10 million dollars, you don't have to suffer from buyer's regret for quite a while. You can just go back and buy the grey shoes as well as the blue ones.
My list of things I would buy:
--1965 Ford Mustang, Black, Convertible, Good Chrome
--Basically the parts to build 4 or 5 top of the line computers
--a LEGIT copy of Windows XP Pro
--Buy a new house, pay in full for the parents, completely renovated
--Buy a beach house
--Give a million to each of the parents for IRA (Retirement account)
--Buy a trip into space in the Spaceship 1
--Buy a seat on a submersible to visit the Titanic
--Buy a B-17 bomber from the junk yards in New Mexico
--Invest the rest
PS I made a comment in the Topic "One Day Left" however it doesn't appear that the date updated. Just wanted you to be aware that there is new stuff there.
PPS The news just went up on CNN.com that the Pope is in a coma. Just thought that you guys would want to know