THE Shit List #1

This is going to be a weekly little bit essentially listing the current books I’m reading or more often than not rereading, music listening too, shows I plan on watching (or caught last week), and movies I plan on watching (or caught last week).

Current Books
No Country For Old Men (reread)
John Adams
The American Dictionary of Slang

Movies I’m Going to Watch
Sleuth (2007)
The Namesake
There Will Be Blood (rewatch if the damn DVD ever arrives)
Hidden Fortress (rewatch)

TV I’m Watching This Week
John Adams
Real Time With Bill Maher
Ghost Hunters
Breaking Bad (DVR)

Music at this Very Moment
“The Payback” — James Brown

I’m finished.

Part 4 = Me still Satisfied—Oh yeaaah.

John Adams Part 4

I’m still loving the John Adams. Part 4 was a sly comedy of sorts. Loved the scene with an unblinking, beginning to go batshit King George III (Tom Hollander is damn brilliant at playing pricks). Also thought George Washington’s inauguration was brilliantly done. This is the first time I’ve seen a live-action story of the Founding Fathers and actual believed what I was seeing on the screen was similar to how things really looked and felt. Any time I’ve gazed at a 1 dollar bill or seen any painting of Washington, I’ve never been able to visualize his face as really belonging to a live human being. There’s something odd about it that seems one step out of reality. However, The Great David Morse–and some fantastic makeup–have for the 1st time given a sense of what GW was like in the flesh. Anyways. I can’t wait until next week’s episode. It promises to be full of Morse!

I’m finished.

Must Continue.

Hunter S. Thompson Gunned up

“I’ve always considered writing the most hateful kind of work.”

Writing is the flip side of sex – it’s good only when it’s over.”


—Hunter S. Thompson

For some reason these quotes ring out for me today.

I’m finished… but not with writing

I CAN’T BELIEVE I WAS ONCE HYPED FOR THIS SHIT!!!!!

HERE’S MY REVIEW OF SOUTHLAND TALES
Fuck You Richard Kelly

Simply said, I fucking hated this movie. This is the type of pompous vanity project that belches out from a filmmaker believing his own hype.

Don’t get me wrong I like Donnie Darko. But it’s a film that coasts more on style and great performances rather than its screenplay. It’s not a work of genius. Not by a long shot. Yet despite all of the shit I heard about Southland Tales, I still expected it to perhaps be a fun mess–an accurate description of Donnie Darko.

No dice.

Southland Tales is one of the most inert films I’ve seen in some time. It creaks along with borderline amateur filmmaking and some truly atrocious performances (FUCK YOU CHERI OTERI and KEVIN SMITH) from a cast of several great character actors–poor bastards. Wally Shawn deserves better. Then on top of it all Kelly is aping Donnie Darko half the time. Way to break out. If you want to say, hey it’s an interesting flick or it’s a dream and therefore doesn’t need to make sense ala David Lynch. Well fuck you. At least Lynch makes incoherence entertaining and usually does it a way that feels as if he’s got an idea of what he’s doing. Can’t say the same about Kelly, who I suggest take a long visit to the desert for some honest self-evaluation–I’m not a genius, just a fancy bullshit artist.

Fuck you Richard Kelly.

I’m finished.

Beer + Accoustic Guitar Music = Goodiness and a Broken Liver

Another night in a bar, drinking. My liver will want to evacuate my bloated mess of a body after this month. This is not going to be good for “The Great Weight Loss MisAdventure.”*

So, maybe I’ll forgo my usual beer snobbery and drink Bud Select.

Bud Select

Regardless, the music will be good. My buddy Dustin and his cohort (The Acousterrifics, spelling is probably wrong) will be playing tonight. Lots of great covers, especially of the Tenacious D.

*more on that in a later post.

I’m finished.

IT IS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finished!!!

YIPPEEE YEEEEEHAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!! The disc in my hand represents 4 months of sleepless nights, 60 hour weeks, some screaming, and a whole case of TUMS consumed.

Finally these 3 NIGHTMARE books are done and to the printer!!! I’m so celebrating tonight!!!

(and yes, I had to photoshop the disc a tad since it is of a secure nature…just don’t want to get fired for doing something stupid)

Oh and I did get a hair cut. Shortest it’s been in a year.

I’m finished. Finally.

Filed under: Work:

I’m Loving the John Adams

JA PIII

I think John Adams on HBO is really going to end up being one of the great pieces of television when it comes down to it. Part III premiered tonight, and as the 1st two parts were, it was quite riveting. Seriously, just hand over the keys to the awards’ chest to Paul “I Should Have Several Oscars Right Now” Giamatti and Laura “I Should Also Have Several Oscars Right Now” Linney. I know RoS Head Honcho Brad B had some issues with tonight’s episode, but I’m just going to have respectfully disagree. My only problem with tonight’s part was how it ended abruptly. From the looks of next week’s story, it really seems like it was one story arc halved. But, that’s a problem that’ll disappear if you’re watching all parts in a row. Again, damn…I really wish this wasn’t spread over 6 weeks. But what are you going to do?

Oh and Easter was good. Now I’m full of food, and the big weight loss is going to begin. I’m not shaving until the 1st 15 are gone. You see, I won’t get any lovin’ if I don’t shave so that is pretty good motivation in my book. Why do I get the feeling I’m going to have a Moses beard.

I’m finished.

St Patty Day Pics

We were green. Piss-faced. And well, piss-faced. Actually I didn’t even mean to wear green, that shirt just happened to be the top of the heap of “clean” clothes that morning. Alas, to the pictures.

The Band.

The band: Wylde Nept (http://www.wyldenept.com). Specializing in Celtic pub songs. The guy wailing on the guitar and the dude behind the man in the kilt are co-workers. And yes the dude wailing does have a fan below him to make the hair blow out Fabio style. It’s the awesome

Me Bunny Ears

Drunk, bloated, and trying to act like a badass Easter bunny. The damn things were broken though and it was a feat to keep them on my head.

The Steph

The Steph..and the top of my skull on the right.

St Paddy’s Partial Group

Rockstars? No! Drunkards!

The Retard and Me Wife

The retard and his lovely wife–The Amanda.

I’m finished.

Booyah! It’s Independence Time Tonight–18th Century Style

John Adams–The Mini-series!! 

So, I’ve been waiting for the John Adams mini-series on HBO ever since I heard it announced several months ago. Maybe it’s because I have an unexplainable thing for Paul Giamatti. Or I have an interest in early American history. I don’t know. All I know is that I got HBO HD added to my line up Friday night so I could start watching this thing today–all they had to do was push a button and I had it in 2 seconds and The Fountain was on (double bonus).

The shitty thing is–the thing I didn’t realize–is that this mini-series is going to be stretched over the next 5-6 weeks. Damn, I’m spoiled by network first night/next night mini-series release schedules. If John Adams is as good as I think it may be–this is going to be a loooooooooooong 5-6 weeks. I’m very impatient when it comes to television–it’s why I watch so much on DVD anymore.

I’m finished.

I might as well light my money on fire

So last Amanda, her sister, brother-in-law, and I went out for dinner and then on an impulse to Riverside Casino. I got pretty drunk… and lost 1 dollar. I’m not much of a gambler. You see, I like to get “things” in return for my money. It’s called bartering. And it’s worked pretty well for the last several thousand years. So, my money went to drinkage (well sort of, I didn’t know the bar wouldn’t take debit cards–goddamn it’s like I’m opening my bank account for them to pilfer–so my brother-in-law-in-law bought the last round since I didn’t have enough cash–good man). So yeah when I go to casinos, all I do is drink and walk around soaking in the bizarre kaleidoscope of people who fill these places up.

Suffice to say, I’m slightly hungover. 

Next year Amanda and I plan on going to Las Vegas to celebrate her 30th birthday. I’ll be out of my mind for several days. Liver shutdown, likely.

I’m finished.