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1/14/2005 - Gimmie some air.
Alright. I've been gone a while, and it turns out that as much as I say "Not much happens", stuff happened. While my gal Internet was in the emergency room (more on this later, if you don't know already), I called up some ex-girlfriends you may know. Television, movies, and videogames. Books too. Movies first, because it's the most vivid in the memory right now. Saw what was perhaps the greatest comedy since Clerks, Napoleon Dynamite. This may not reform indie film in the same way Clerks did, but damn, this is one incredibly solid movie. And everyone has seen it. Everyone. In school, I walk in silent halls, and out of nowhere, around the corner, I hear "BOW TO YOUR SENSEI!" I nearly cried during what can only be refered to as "Sweet Dance Moves". It may be one of the greatest scenes in all of film history. Not just comedy, not just indie film. All of film. Including Star Wars, Matrix, Lord of the Rings. All of it. I loved it. Cork, expect an email from me. I have some questions about the movie. Saw another movie, just half an hour ago. Recommended to me by my mom's friend. She's good people. S'called "American Splendor", and I had heard of it and wanted to watch it a bunch of times before, but never got around to it. It's...great. Paul Giamotti could buy a semi-truck for the sole purpose of running over babies, and he would still be cool with me. It's kind of a biography, but better. It's about this comic-book writer/hospital clerk Harvey Pekar, who you may remember from early episodes of Letterman.He makes this comic book about himself, and how he got cancer, and how someone is making this movie on him. He embodies the everyman, but noone is like him. Throughout the film, the real Harvey comes in to speak, and even comic-book versions of himself talk to him. Sounds like one of those mind-trip movies (Entropy, i'm looking at you), but it's not. It's very understandable, and very...warm. It's flesh and blood. It's Harvey Pekar. He's a good guy. The phonebook scene applies to me almost directly. TV. As I have been saying to anyone who will listen, I have TiVo, and I can't stop watching DeGrassi. Fuck. I'm hooked. Paige, Spinner, Marco, Elle, Sean, Craig, JT, Tobey, Rick, Terry, Ashley, Hazel, Jimmy, Emma, Manny. I cannot get enough of this shit. It has to be unhealthy, because it's so damn good. Videogames. A while ago, I lost my memory card. So I got a new one for Christmas. So last weekend, I popped in SSX3, and beat it on Monday, but there's still one course on Peak 3 I don't have gold on yet. So be it. This weekend, even though Internet is alive and well once more, I may go see what Soul Calibur 2 is up to. Already beat San Andreas by the way, it's the best game ever, which I say a lot, but I mean it this time. Maybe after that i'll take Prince of Persia again. If I have it, anyway. Bought a new harddrive, because we figured out that was the source of the problems before. Hopefully this one is gonna be stable enough for my liking. Unfortunatley, everything is gone. Supergone. So gone that it could never be brought back, because it was never there. So i'll need your guyses help once again. You read maybe half of that, and I can respect that. I'monna go. Oh, I'm not that mean. //Greg::10:49 PM EST\ # | |
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