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Today I am wearing a new shirt.  A shirt I bought yesterday, as a matter of fact.  This particular shirt is, for lack of a better word, fuzzy.  It is shedding tiny little fuzz particles every time I touch it, and the result is me looking like I’ve been clawing in the dirt all morning.  I’ve washed my hands about fifteen times this morning, and it just keeps coming back, because every time I stand up I have to tug on the shirt a bit.  It’s incredibly frustrating.  I just had to get that off my chest.  Thanks for listening.

Speaking of chests, this was at the top of my feeds this morning:

“One of the beneficiaries of Avatar’s success could be the on-again, off-again Heavy Metal movie. Now there’s talk it may be reborn as an all-3D, all-animated anthology with contributions from Avatar’s James Cameron, Watchmen’s Zack Snyder and David Fincher.” (via io9.com)

Heavy Metal?  In 3D?  Holy bouncing breasteses RIGHT IN MY EFFING FACE, Batman! 

 

And, in case you were wondering, I am totally listening to Don Felder at the moment.  Duh.

I wouldn’t consider myself a Heavy Metal fan, per se…partly because I was never a 17-year-old boy, and as such I just never got a ton of exposure to it.  I would consider myself a fan of the soundtrack and its featured South Park episode (see above).  And in that respect, I want to see it done well.  I want Heavy Metal to be awesome.  As awesome as, well, heavy metal!

There’s also a lovely article on the new Preadators movie up on io9 today that makes me feel a little better about it than I may have before.  I have an intense love of the original movie and an intense dislike of remakes, so I’ve been a little hesitant to be all gung-ho about it.  But there are two words that really jump out at me and make me very happy here: “practical effects”.  It’s not that I’m against CGI (okay, maybe I am a little), but I think it has a place.  CGI is for things that absolutely cannot be done practically.  Not for “enhancing” things that already exist (*cough*Lucas*cough*), not for making real people look like cartoon people (because that can be done practically too).  And it should especially be avoided in the horror and action genres.  When I see a giant explosion, I want to know that it really was a giant fucking explosion.  I watch Mythbusters, I know it can be done.  I know people that can make disgustingly true-to-life rotting flesh and delicious blood.  And I’ve seen Guillermo del Toro make creatures ten times more terrifying than anything a computer could dream up.

one of the only movie creatures that ever gave me nightmares

 That bastard still gives me the shivers.  There have only been 5 movie characters that have ever attacked me in my dreams, and that’s just the latest one.  The others, in case you’re interested, are (in order from earliest to most recent):
1. gremlins
2. the stair-rail snake thing from Beetlejuice (nos. 1 and 2 were actually both in the same dream, and I’ve had this exact same dream at least 4 times in my life.) 
3. Gollum (not particularly scary except when he comes out of your roommate’s closet and tries to eat your face)
4. a Chucky-esque little kid (cuz let’s face it, little kids are frickin creepy. especially the kind you can’t kill, even by swinging them baseball-bat-style into a wall repeatedly and throwing them down a flight of stairs.)

Now I’ve lost my train of thought.  And it’s after 3:00, and I was just given the ok to sneak out of work early today since I’ll be putting in overtime in my boss’s absence at the end of the week.  So that’s where I’ll leave you for the day, little ones.  Come back tomorrow, things should be less scary.

I woke up with a song in my head, the line partially ripped off from a Springsteen song.  Then I turned on the radio in the car, only to hear another Springsteen song.  So I figured ‘why fight it?’, and went ahead and plugged in the iPod for the day.  It must just be that kind of a day.  What kind?  I’m not sure yet.  But I’m guessing The Boss will let me know. 

He did already remind me of one of my favorite credos, “No Retreat, No Surrender”.  I needed to be reminded of that today. 

So you probably want to know what I thought of The Residents, eh?  Wondering what you missed?  Well, um…let me start out by saying I don’t think I was at all in the right frame of mind for that show.  It was not what I expected.  I was expecting a show, a spectacle, something amazing and mind-blowing and worth waiting 20 years for.  What I got was a schizophrenic clown and two gimps squealing out a horror-movie soundtrack over a mediocre light show, and I ended up being bored after about 20 minutes.  Those first 20 minutes, though, were creepy and trippy and fun.  But then, instead of taking me somewhere else, expanding and building on that excellent beginning, it just felt like they stagnated into the same thing over and over again for another hour.  And maybe I was in the bathroom when they handed out the good drugs, because everyone around me seemed to really be into the whole thing.  Mick loved it, smiled giddily through the entire show.  I think one girl summed it up best on our way out: they should have played at Elysium.  If I’m going to go to an industrial metal freakshow, I’d at least like to be indoors and sitting down.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it was bad at all.  I suppose in the right frame of mind, it could be really cool.  I just wasn’t there.  I was cold.  I was bored.  I was slightly claustrophobic.  I spent a good ten minutes burying one of my feet in the dirt.  I feel like I was missing something. 

As an aside, what used to be Room 710 is now a slightly generic-looking establishment called Valhalla…someone please tell me this is a bitchin black metal bar!  Not some crappy eurotrash shit as I fear.

I cursed myself later for having that Red Bull during the show, because I hardly slept last night.  The two hours or so that I had were filled with a strange dream involving training with two large Japanese-looking swords and playing a 24-string bass guitar that was 100 years old and cost half a million dollars.  Apparently, according to the infallible interwebs, swords are a symbol of ambition, willpower, or, alternatively, phallic manhood.  The guitar represents passion, and playing it well says that you’re satisfied with your love life.  So if I were to interpret some sort of meaning from this dream, it might be this: now that my love life is completely satisfying and under control, I’m free to learn to weild my ambition and willpower constructively in other areas of my life.  Watch out, world!  I’m comin ‘atcha!  With a katana!

And on one last note, our good friend David Newbould is keeping a blog of his latest tour with Nashville sensation Natalie Stovall.  You should check it out!  http://davidnewbould.blogspot.com.  There’s videos of performances, upcoming dates, and all kinds of other fun stuff.  Go see!

Well, I’m gonna get back to work, but maybe if you’re lucky I’ll be on again later.  Kisses!

early.

And another good morning to you!  I’m quite proud of myself for sleeping all the way till 9:30 today.  I almost crawled out of bed at 7:30, but convinced myself to stay just a little longer.  Part of me wishes I would have got up, because the resulting dream was sort of unsettling in a way I don’t quite understand.  Based on my real life plans for today (tea shopping!), it involved

  • our kitchen sink exploding,
  • a friend from middle school stealing my car,
  • another friend’s GF leaving him on my account,
  • a tour of a museum and its secret heart research lab full of celebrities,
  • a puffy jacket given to me by Little Wayne,
  • on-campus horse races

I think there was more, but that’s all I remember.  All in two hours!  My brain is busy in the mornings.

But now I’m up, and back to burning Dr. Who DVDs.  Right now I happen to be doing the series that occured on my birthday!  I think that’s pretty neat.  Only like 8 more discs to go!

Well if you read Mick’s blog, you would have heard all about Stunt Rock.  If you didn’t read Mick’s blog, go do that now.  And then you’ll see why this might be the most perfect movie for me.  It has, in no particular order:

  • good looking stunt men
  • sweet classic cars
  • heavy metal
  • pyrotechnics
  • the most un-gay magic show ever
  • fluffy dogs

Yep, it’s pretty near perfect.  And Mick is right, there’s almost no plot whatsoever.  But what it does have is seamless inserts of dual-screen stunt feats (by leading man Grant and other famous stuntmen), a neat section of classic footage from “the zany 20’s”, a whole concert by Sorcery, and a wisecraking keyboardist who always wears a hood.  I said it was because he’s albino, but nobody else seemed to go for that idea.  I also made the claim that I’m going to own a Sorcery record, and soon.  While www.sorcerymusic.com has plenty of CDs and DVDs, it’s just not the same.  I need the vinyl.  I’m crazy like that.  Unfortunately the only thing I could find is the awesome-looking Stunt Rock soundtrack 2-disc LP…for $75 on ebay.  Sad panda.  And before you misunderstand me, it’s not that I wouldn’t pay that much for this record (I SO WOULD), but until we start getting a lot more sponsors or one of us sells a screenplay I just can’t afford it.  But you know, I do have a birthday coming up next month.  Just saying.

I also heard last night, as many of you may have, that Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer are getting married.  This is about as far as my celebrity rumor concern goes, just so you know.  I saw it on Twitter, and my first reaction was “yay, it’s about time! What a sweet couple!” because I remember when they first started dating.  Well, sort of.  I remember reading his tweets and blogs, then following her tweets just to keep up.  I’ve listened to these people’s conversations for over a year, seen their photos, read about their daily adventures…and yet, they still remain people I don’t know and have never met.  Which makes me feel a little strange, as if modern technology is making me a voyeur.  Social networking, much like other non-online forms of communication, has always made me feel a bit awkward.  Hell, I am a bit awkward, no way around that.  And yet, here I am posting a blog about how the internet makes my insides feel weird.  I am an enigma even unto myself.  I’ll chalk it up to the half of me that craves a life off the grid, solitary and reflective, with a mountain of books and a mountain of yarn.  I could totally be happy there.  But then again, there’s something about having your words recognized… 

Cast in this unlikely role, ill-equipped to act with insufficient tact

Well, as I said before, tea shopping today!  Heading over to my preferred and most-convenient purveyor, The Steeping Room, to indulge in a smorgasborg of teas and tea accessories.  It’s partly a trip of necessity, as I’m out of my Gyokuro Kin and Mick desires some Earl Grey, but who knows what treasures I’ll return with!  Be sure that you’ll be hearing about it later. 

I’ll leave you with that for now, pretties.  I’ll be back!

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