Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Thursday, December 20, 2012
You could watch this on your lunch-break.
I first read it long, long ago, on an airplane. I might have been six and my dad handed it to me, to keep me busy on the flight back from where ever we had been.
I still read it, on occasion, to remind myself of some very basic things.
When we just tell kids something without explaining it, when we expect them to blindly accept what we (as kids) blindly accepted, then it's harder to fight for it. When it's just a series of empty words, don't expect them to stand.
Also, other events make me wonder how things are being explained. This story is more frightening to an adult than a child, because we have slightly more understanding of what's going on.
On my car, I have a bumper-sticker that says, Don't lie to kids and you'd be amazed how many people ask me what it means. It seems obvious.
But, I'd encourage you to watch it, by yourself or with others. Maybe have a discussion about it. Maybe ask yourself a few questions. It seems important.
Ugh. Those closing credits....
Monday, December 17, 2012
As it turns out, Benjamin Britten would be turning 100 next year, so get ready to hear that name a lot more.
Now, a story that was told to me:
Long ago, Britten found a book of poetry and he based the "Ceremony of Carols" off it, kinda like Carl Orff and the Carmina Burana.
When Britten was fleeing Europe during WW2, he worked on the music during the boat trip. When he got to the States, they seized the sheet-music, thinking it was some kind of secret code.
I don't know how true the story is, but it's a good one. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I've had "The French Mistake" stuck in my head most of today and found this in the side-bar.
This also ties into my hypothesis about how trauma creates comedy. Having gone to a Catholic school (nuns and everything!), I think I understand.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Friday, December 07, 2012
Thursday, December 06, 2012
This is why you want to make stuff yourself, rather than buy it.
Handy tip! Put your arms over your head. Go on, do it.
Notice how your elbows form a nice V in front of your face, like a face-guard? Great! Now, just fall forward into whatever is in your way. BOOM! Elbow to the face! Elbow to the neck! Ahhhhh! I was just defending myself!
This is really handy if you're shorter than your opponent. Do it right, and you can jab them in the pits while raising your arms. You don't want to kick their ass, just incapacitate them long enough to get what YOU came for.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Oh, I don't even want to think about Christmas right now. I'm bummed that Dave Brubeck died. And a day before his birthday, too!
Actually, I didn't know he was still alive. That's always how it is with these guys.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
I'm really excited about this and you're wondering why.
A few years ago, while looking for something else, I stumbled across the movie Kin-Dza-Dza. Fascinated by the visuals, I watched it without subtitles.
A year later, I found a copy online with subtitles on Google Video. Now, that format is gone, but there's a copy on YouTube (subtitles in the captions) and I really really recommend it because it's such a great little flick.
Plus, I love that spaceship.
Monday, December 03, 2012
Sunday, December 02, 2012
I just got finished putting up my lights for the season, but I didn't do anything fancy like this guy did. It is tempting, however.
What's also fun about this is putting the lights through different channels, not just right and left. If you have one strand on the bass, one on the treble, and the third on the mid, you can do more interesting things.
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Well, it's that time of year again. Advent officially starts today and what better way to celebrate than with an Advent calendar?
This week, we're going to look at things you can make at home in preparation for the season. In today's lousy economy, it's better to make than buy and we're all individuals, right? Looking at the above video, I bet you could make those pockets say whatever you like.
Plus, I really like the music in this one. It was 80 here today and I had to turn on the A/C, and this has a nice steel-drum sound. It's like winter, but not.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Personally, I despise turkey. I think it's a cheap bird and it never tastes right to me.
In our family, we always did Rock Cornish Game hens, and that was nice because everyone got their own little bird. I will be forever amused that the rugged and individualist United States never figured this one out and insisted on the communal and egalitarian turkey.
I like up-right cooking as I think it's better presentation. You don't get a soggy-backed bird and ALL of the skin (that's where the salmonella is!) is crisped just right. Depending on what bird you're cooking, this is either a blessing or a curse.
I also see at my local Tom Thumb (one of the Safeway brands), there's almost no turkey, but still six frozen "young goose" available. It would appear that no one here knows how to cook a goose. I did not see any capon or duck, which is a pity.
The important part in cooking a goose is to not braise it as you would any non-water-going foul. There's plenty of oil in the skin already and adding more juice to it will just create an impenetrable shell. My grandparents discovered this once, much to their chagrin.
I love Peking duck, but I'm not cool with that guy putting his mouth on it.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Friday, November 02, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Man, I don't know who this whiny kid is, but he's got a good thing going here.
Really, the star here is the car.
IN THE EYE!
But really, think about it. This guy made the movies you love to make fun of. You should appreciate it.
HUNDREDS, you hear that? Dude did HUNDREDS of flicks.
I hope you're taking notes.
He's all Tea Party with his fiscal responsibly. You could learn something.
Monday, October 29, 2012
I caught this one night on the local PBS station's "One Star Theater". I think it was about high fructose corn syrup or something.
What I didn't know was it was the first movie made by the reborn Hammer Studios: Hammer Horror. What they made afterwards was history.
BOYEAH! Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee! Oh, that's where it's AT!
But seriously, this was the start of a wonderful partnership that lasted many years. They worked together and were great friends and I don't know if we'll ever have something like that again.
I'm insanely happy that the BFI has gone to the trouble to restore this classic. It's a truly defining film with a pair of defining performances.
So help me, Christopher Lee.
Dude! They cut out his TONGUE. That's awful.
There were many sequels to the Frankenstien, Dracula, and Mymmy films, but Hammer did other horror films as well.
Well, yeah, OK. A werewolf is kinda predictable.
Well, not as predictable, but we've seen this story before. What up?
Ugh! SEEN IT. Several times, as a matter of fact. Dangit! Didn't Hammer Horror do anything original?
Aaaaaaaand.......we're back where we started.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
I've lost track of how many of these there are. What else has Clive been up to?
Hey, free bees.
There was a lot of good talent in this one and a sound track by Philip Glass (art-fag points!). It was also a pretty sexy film, for what it was.
But horror films were always about sex.
What I remember most about this was David Cronenberg was in it and it took place in Canada. This made me strangely proud as a child.
Also, Danny Elfman soundtrack. Rock on.
"Ziggy says you have to stop the end of days before you can leap again."
I saw this in a theaters. I wish I hadn't.
Wow. Torture porn. Yay. Makes me kind miss the "Hellraiser" flicks, at least they weren't...
Saturday, October 27, 2012
I need a string section to follow me around.
They're remaking this and I don't know why. I thought the first one pretty much got the job done, but I suppose there's not enough CGI in it or something. We'll see what happens, but I don't have a lot of hope for it.
They did a "made for TV" remake of this as well. It pissed me off so much, I went out to rent the original.
My roomie at the time had never seen it. He slept with the lights on for a week afterwards.
This was also remade, as a TV series. I'm pretty sure they'll remake it again, but with cell-phones.
"Oh, darn. I can't get any signal out here. Wait! What was that?"
Oh, this was made into a series twenty years after the fact. It didn't last long.
This was turned into a series called "Trucks". I don't think King directed it.
It's only a matter of time.....
Friday, October 26, 2012
Whenever I think of H.P. Lovecraft I think of people going mad.
Not getting mad. But losing all grip on reality.
Which always happens to the people in Lovecraft's stories who confront horrors that their minds can't comprehend.
It's that thing that a mind can't comprehend which fires the imagination. What does madness look like? What does it sound like? Can it be captured and viewed? And can the viewer escape with their minds intact? Could we escape that horror that Lovecraft shares with us?
Can we be sure that Lovecraft escaped it?
Gosh, I don't know. Should I put this one under Vincent Price, Edgar Allen Poe, or Roger Corman? Well, I'm putting it under Lovecraft, because that's where the plot came from. So there.
It's sad how many movies claim a Lovecraft heritage, but fall so sort. No one is willing to do a true adaptation.
Take this gorgeous mess, for example. It's supposed to be "The Color Out of Space", but it's really a very sad tale of people who don't understand radiation. This is made especially sad by the fact that the hero and his lady love studied "science" together in the States.
In case you haven't caught on, Boris Karloff wasn't too hep on walking in his final days. I'm afraid that Christopher Lee is going the same way and now accepting "sitting" roles. I'm really going to miss him.
Oh, "Color Out of Space", why can't anyone treat you right? Are you truly unfilmable?
Dude, at least Dean Stockwell is trying, which is more than I can say for anyone else in this flick.
Was Sam Jaffe always that age?
FINALLY! Someone gets it!
NOOOOOOOOOO! You had a good thing going! Why'd you have to mess it up?
Oh, forget it.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I don't know how long these videos will be good, so it's worth catching them while you can.
Retitled "Spirits of the Dead" in the English release, "Histoires extraordinaires" is from the first collection of Poe's short stories translated by French poet Charles Baudelaire. The film has three directors and covers three stories and I'm going to embed "Toby Damnit" here. It's based on this story.
Some of this might not be safe for work.
Oh man! What a fun film. Vincent is just delightfully evil in this one and everyone puts on a strong show. There's even a little "Hopfrog" subplot thrown in, just for fun.
If you like, the whole movie is available online. I'll let you look it up.
The Paul Frees narration really does it for me.
Oooooo....Roger Corman. We'll have more of him next week.
Oh, look. An ACTOR!
I want those sunglasses.
There are so many greats in this, it's hard to not love it.
Eugch. Peter Lorre is not looking good here.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I can't get enough Edgar Allen, and neither can a slew of film-makers. I won't say he's the most adapted writer (that prize goes to the committee that put the Bible together), but it's a strong showing.
And this is the stuff without Vincent Price. Tough order.
English is for pussies. You want something awful, get someone who was oppressed.
I can't help it; I love puppets.
A good enough version. It's no theater for the deaf, but it will do.
I'm always weirded out when someone tries to put a British spin on Poe. Dude was an American! USA! USA!
I think I played this game back in the 90s.
OK. I was a little iffy about posting this one, as it comes with a mature rating and you'll have to sign in to watch it. The illustrations by Harry Clarke convinced me otherwise.
Before I forget, this is also a Poe story (obvious by the end). Here's parts two, three, and four.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Why do Chinese Vampires hop?
Back in the mid 80s it was a golden age of trashy videos. The same year that Jackie Chan's My Lucky Stars and Police Story hit the theatres of Hong Kong Mr. Vampire set off a Hopping Vampire craze.
Wearing Qing Dynasty robes, arms outstretched, and hopping, the vampires of Mr. Vampire have became the iconic standard for every Chinese Vampire movie that followed. There's some of Halloween's Michael Myers and John Ford's Thing From Another World in the relentless attacks of Mr. Vampire. This is an unstoppable undead kung fu killing creature that just keeps attacking. But lucky for us we've got Lam Ching Ying.
Lam Ching Ying plays a Taoist priest who is training two students, who don't know much about Jiang Shi (a.k.a. hopping vampires). So we learn all the "rules" about how to prevent and fight hopping vampires right along with them. And boy howdy there's a boatload of rules.
Hey look! The whole movie is on YouTube!
Now I've got to run out and buy some sticky rice.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Oh man. You Tube has a whole new look. It's a learning session for everyone!
This movie, from Korea, was remade as The Uninvited. We have a tendency to remake things, which is a shame. It was fine as it was.
But, so were a lot of other films from Korea.
Beautiful women, specifically ghost women, are a major theme in Korean horror flicks. Really though, if you think about it, women hold a major role in most horror films. Horror is about sex.
Except for The Thing. There are no women in that movie and it is not sexy at all. No. That is not a date film, ever.
Do you know why babies are creepy? BECAUSE THEY ARE.
Mirrors, also creepy. Dark blue color-schemes, very creepy.
It's kinda like Silence of the Lambs, but with less cross-dressing.
No. No Sidney Poitier in this version of To Sir, With Love. Sorry.
OK. I love The Quiet Family because I think it's funny as hell. As a favor, here's the full flick. Watch it while it lasts!
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Papi Gudia is the Bollywood version of Child's Play. It's low budget, has lots of cringe worthy moments, and an off the shelf stand in for Chucky that's not so much scary as it is pathetic. And it's pretty entertaining.
How can you not love a movie with that has this little musical number in it?
If you're a fan of Child's Play you may not like Papi Gudia. But if you're a fan of MST3K you'll find plenty to riff at. Heck, call your friends over and riff away. Watch Papi Gudia online and tell us of any drinking games you come up with in the comments.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Here's a quick little video of Spielberg talking about how the sound of a film can do more to frighten an audience. Or, I should say in this case, the lack of sound.
Again, at the end, silence.
The shark was supposed to be seen many more times than made it to the final cut. Sadly (but lucky for us!), the mechanical sharks broke down frequently, forcing Spielberg to shoot many scenes with a hint of shark, rather than the actual thing.
And, I think, the shark is a more powerful and frightening monster when you can't see it. It's a nightmare, hidden and horrifying, but with great effect over the lives of those it encounters. The boat gets knocked around and everyone is afraid of something they can't see. It taps into our fear of the dark, of shadows, of what might or might not be lurking under the bed.
You cannot fight what you cannot see.
I'd like to dedicate this clip to Jim Lehrer and his creepy, creepy eyes.
Taken out of context, this is just a heart-breaking retelling. I love the language--the cadence--of it: almost musical. I'm getting all sappy listening to the hurt and fear of something that was just under the surface.
You didn't see a shark attack; you saw the result. Sometimes, you didn't see anything at all, just a man screaming in the night.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Universal's Monsters have been adapted and rebooted into sitcoms, cartoons, remakes and Abbot and Costello movies. Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, The Wolfman, The Mummy, They're barely recognisable in Monster Force.
I don't remember when I got this on DVD. But watching it for the first time was horrifying, like a sharp poke in the eyes. I was expecting a bad cartoon, but just not as bad as this.
I'm guessing this cartoon was made to promote a line of action figures. The designs are somewhere between Filmation's Ghostbusters and The Toxic Crusaders, yet some how not nearly as pleasing. The premise of this series is basicly the same as The Monster Squad except with superheros instead of a bunch of neighborhood kids. How could that go wrong? You'd be surprised.
I was going to compare Monster Force with Toei's Tomb of Dracula, except I think Tomb of Dracula is much more entertaining.
Dracula in Cambodia.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Notice that they aren't wearing their color-coded costumes yet.
I can still name all the voice actors. Frank Welker was Ray, Lorenzo Music was Peter, Maurice LeMarche was Egon, and Arsenio Hall was Winston. At that time, I had a little fantasy in my head that some day I would be on The Arsenio Hall Show and I would ask him if they took turns making monster sounds, or if Frank Welker just did them all. This was when I started to really pay attention to voice actors and what they were doing.
I remember playing "truth or dare" with a friend in 7th grade and I had to admit I watched the show. As it turned out, so did she. We spent the rest of the night geeking out over our shared love of this cartoon (and talking about how much soap operas sucked, which is what the rest of our classmates watched).
Did you know there are whole episodes on YouTube? I was delighted to discover that.
This is the first episode I ever saw. I immediately programmed our VCR to record future episodes. I was not going to miss another one.
A clever device, the television. This is actually one of my favorite episodes.
New voice talents! Buster Jones is Winston now. Dave Coulier (of Out of Control fame) is Peter, and Laura Summer has been replaced by Kath Soucie as Janine. This is one of the most meta things I've ever seen.
Wait. Who wrote that? They guy who created Babylon 5? Oh yeah...he was the story editor. My sister and I used to watch for his name in the credits. If he'd written an episode, we knew it would be good.
Now, a bit of fun trivia: Peter was played by Bill Murry in the movies, but by Lorenzo Music in the cartoon. Lorenzo Music was the voice of Garfield in the cartoons, but by Bill Murry in the movie.
Oh yeah. THIS happened. Oh well! Can't win them all!
Friday, October 12, 2012
I want to start out by presenting the most horrifying Casper cartoon I could find. Yes, of all his many incarnations it has to be Casper and The Angels.
Now for something that poses some odd questions about the afterlife and Casper's place in it there's this gem. There's Good Boos Tonight not only has the most inappropriate title, but the ending will run you through an emotional rollercoaster.
Please do not reveal the secret ending of Casper the Friendly Ghost: There's Good Boos Tonight to your friends.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
If the message is the medium then certainly the Fox Sisters are as American as it gets. It's a recognisable tale: A meteoric rise to fame. International celebrity. A falling out. A descent in to alcoholism, and poverty. And along the way they inspired a cultural movement. The influence of the Fox Sisters can still be seen today in the popularity of docutainment haunting shows and maybe even The Kardashians.
It's strange that they don't get mentioned more often. Especially when you consider the number of people who believe in ghosts.
Spiritualism and parlor séances became so popular that even when the Fox Sisters confessed that it was all a hoax they were ignored. Perhaps this is their revenge from beyond the grave.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
This movie should really be called Coming Back for More Over; because, when it's over, it's over. Don't be coming back for more.
Also, Margret Rutherford is phenomenal in this film. I want to be just like here when I get older (but without the wired racism). I know that Harold Ramis has.
She looks a little like Hans Conried, doesn't she?
Oh! That silly séance! Psychics freak me out. I've never been comfortable around the sensitive.
Maybe, someday, I'll going to start a service for the poor dears. I'll find them gigs and handle their fiances, for a nominal fee.
I take it back. I've always found them to be tremendous flakes.
But, hey, if you want to see the whole film, here it is. That ought to fill a lunch hour-and-a-half.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Oh, lucky you. You get a full 90-minute movie.
Now, I get to tell you about my own ghosts.
An apartment I had, when I was married: we had three ghosts. We had a young man who would walk through the living room, a grandma in the kitchen (always cooking), and a young woman who went up and down the stairs.
I can't say these were ghosts per se. These were figures you saw out of the corner of you eye. If you looked at them directly, they were not there.
When I saw them, I never said anything about it. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I was hungry. Sure, I saw them, but I thought very little of them.
To me, they were like seeing a footprint in a mud-puddle. They did not try to communicate with me, but they just were. I did my thing; they did theirs. So be it.
The toughest part about having ghosts is you can't put in a ticket to have the apartment sprayed for them. They're worse than roaches in that regard.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
There is a long tradition of kids making horror movies, but this is kind of special. A documentary about a 12 year old girl in Austin, TX, making a zombie movie.
Turn off the interwebs and go out and make a horror movie right now.
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Friday, October 05, 2012
Awww.....no one wants to watch Robbie's Ultimate Strip Tease.
Which reminds me, I need to do something with the rest of that beef tenderloin I bought last weekend.
But, hey, skeletons are cool, right? They're still cool?
Yeah....skeletons are still cool.
Michael, I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
Thursday, October 04, 2012
This is a real movie. This actually happened.
You've seen movies like this: the stilted dialog, the strange hints that things are not as they seem, the cast of idiots who take everything at face value.
Oh, goody. He found the cave.
Buck Naked (of Subgenius fame), once came into Dan's Lakewood Cafe with a feral girl he'd found digging around in his backyard. She didn't put her face in her food, but she did curl her arm around her plate of grilled cheese and fries and glowered at anyone who got too close.
I remember her grabbing the fries by the fist-full and gnawing on whatever stuck out over the heel of her hand. I was more disgusted by the fact that she hadn't washed her hands first.
Buck's girl didn't do any dance numbers, but she didn't speak much either. I think Animala has cleaner fingernails.
Oh yeah....there's a sequel.
See you at the movies!
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
You'd never guess that this was a big Jesus allegory by watching this trailer. It's amazing. Klatuu never really lets on, does he?
BTW, if you haven't seen this film yet, you've missed out on a lot. Look at how huge, powerful, and inhuman Gort is. He could destroy the earth, so why doesn't he?
Say it with me. "Klatuu barada nikto." Remember these words! They could save not only YOUR life, but those of MILLIONS others (it was still the 50s).
Also, killer soundtrack. Theremin FTW.
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
I remember when I first saws this, it scared me for weeks.
And there's some fantastic performances in this, considering it was pretty low-budget at the time.
And there's an ending I averted my eyes from when it first aired. I've seen it since, but it still gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Monday, October 01, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
I used to listen to Ken Nordine records as a kid. My dad had copies of Word Jazz, Son of Word Jazz, and Next. My sister and I listened to these records and made up our own images to go with them.
Maybe that harkens back to an age when people used to listen.
The stories were frightening in a Twilight Zone way. I find myself telling stories in the same cadence, trying to use my voice as effectively as possible.
Sometimes they were funny critiques of modern life. I'm sure this one is very dated, but the cry of "It's not worth it!" was an in-joke in my family for a long time.
Sometimes, they were just shaggy dog stories.
Some, shaggier than others.
BTW, a recipe for Welsh Rabbit. This reminds me of a poem:
The noble Welsh of High degree
Have one peculiar habit.
They cover toast with melted cheese
And call the thing a rabbit.
This is the worst thing you can listen to in high-school. You are not that deep.
You're getting better. You are. They're the ones that are getting worse.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Due to recent events, I'm thinking of the correct way to say good-bye. Yes, it's morbid, and I should keep it for October and the Halloween countdown. Sadly, I've not been given that kind of time. Very few of us have that kind of time.
I leave it up to you to put together a better video for this track. There's a lot of songs about death, but there aren't enough about living. Maybe the reminder that we're mortal might change things.
Don't be sad. It happens to everyone. Just make sure you lived first.
And you just haven't lived until you've heard a room full of people singing a Peggy Lee song. I'm telling you: shut your eyes, throw back your head, and scream to the heavens.
Make sure you have a few drinks in you first. I assure you: it's much easier. Sing like no one is listening. They aren't. They're listening to their own pain.
I promise, this is the last time I'll mention this.
EDIT: My dad died last Thursday. I am fine.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Friday, September 07, 2012
This is the closest I want to get to a political post on the site.
I say this, having just wrapped up the latest in two political conventions (I watch them both--a tradition for a reporter's daughter). Someone on Twitter said that nominee X was "Ned Beatty's speech made flesh," and it got me thinking about this very relevant and prescient film.
"Network", in case you're one of the few who hasn't seen it, is about a news announcer who loses it. Because he connects so well with the American people (who are also losing it), he gets his own show. Note the loving shots of Bandar bin Sultan in that clip. He's also known as "Bandar Bush". I've seen interviews with him and he's a very clever man and I respect him.
Robert Duval is really great in this. He's playing half-way between Boo Radley and THX-1138.
The most facinating thing about "Network" is it's about a medium of communication, yet no one in the film communicates with anyone else. There's very little dialog. It's one long series of monologs.
And artfully written, they are. Beatrice Straight won an Oscar for this one.
Gods, the hurt. She makes me feel it and I cry.
Meanwhile, Howard Beale rants on and rants true. Try to remember when this was written.
We were warned.
The human drama soldiers on. These aren't people talking to each other; they're talking at each other.
When we hit our inevitable (and unenviable) end, it's no less a surprise the first time than the last. So it goes. Be quiet. Don't make waves. Keep the status quo going.
Now, Tea Party or Occupy, say it with me, in your best German accent:
I vas onlee paying ze moooortgage.....
Thursday, September 06, 2012
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Sometime before 11pm we had the first contest of the night...
Sorry about the unfocused shaky cam. It's a new video camera and I guess I need to invest in a tripod. Or home build a steady cam rig.
Monday, September 03, 2012
Because "two-thousand and twelve" sounds kind dumb to me. I mean, World War One didn't start in nineteen-hundred-fourteen. I mean, it did, but "nineteen-fourteen" is just easier to say and we need to get a naming convention down as soon as possible.
Also, five in the A.M. might not be the best time to post something, but I'm going to do it.
AnimeFest this year is where A-Kon was this year, so everyone's moving up! I'd not really thought about it before, but--for the most part--they are totally different groups. Seeing both cons in the same setting really drove that home.
The excitement of a new hotel might be better summed up over on Twitter.
Also, the new badges are HUGE and included a bar code, your real name, a QR code, and an RFID. The dealer's room security had pads that would scan the RFID, which caused a little bit of a bottleneck. As Kris over at White Lightning Productions called it, "a solution in search of a problem."
Saturday night was amusing due to a Michigan\Alabama football game, with many of the fans staying at the Sheraton. Both sides were commiserating\celebrating with room parties. If you wanted in on that, you were going to have to deal with a lot of football talk. At least, that's how it was reported to me by A\Very.
Because it's a smaller con than A-Kon, there were no massive lines to get to elevators and, unlike how things were at the Hyatt, no one was checking for room-keys or wrist-bands to use those elevators. I'm sure, in time, that will change.
One thing I found wonderful was the rave was being held on the second floor instead of next to us. We didn't have to fight with extra noise the way we usually do with A-Kon. I don't know what the set-up will be at the Anatole next year, so we'll see.
Our room, Panel Room 6, was about the same square-footage as the A-Kon show, but longer. This meant I really had to pull back to hit the back row with candy. I'd considered taping some candy under the seats on the back and pulling an Oprah, but I forgot the tape and we didn't have the time.
We had a loooong table and plenty of mics, so there was enough room for Kris, myself, Danno, Bruce, Katie, and A\Very. Looking back on it*, we should have moved our chairs around to face the screen.
First contest was the Camay Walk and I threw out some bars of soap. I know I should have thrown some Camay, and I will next time, but I'd just inherited a hoard of Grandpa's Pine Tar, so that's what got thrown. Use it in health, kids. That stuff is very good for your skin.
Second contest was a new one that Katie developed about 'shipping. I do like that our winners were Link and Barf and I wish them many happy adventures in the future.
Third was the Hard-Gay pose-off and I'm pretty sure that's the one that will hit the Yube first.
Finally, we did a "Big Jack Attack" and asked the kids to imitate Jack Rebney (language!). Our winner on this was none other than Greggo, to such a point it was hardly a contest. We love you, Greggo.
For those who stayed till the end, we promised you a link to the "Cautious Twins" comic. Here it is.
Now, the sad news. It looks like Sushi World either changed their hours or are in the process of shutting down. I had tried calling them earlier in the week to warn them we were coming, but the phone was never answered. Their domain is up for sale. We wound up at the stupid Denny's during bar-rush.
Luckily, we made no plans there. Nothing planned in a Denny's goes well. I speak from MUCH experience on this front.
*It's very hard to look back on things right now, as my neck hurts.
Saturday, September 01, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
A couple of years ago, I took a copy of I, Lucifer over to the folks.
"Do you know who Tuesday Weld was?" my dad asked.
"She was an actress," I said.
He sighed. "That's very generous of you."
Nonetheless, for three months, The Real Tuesday Weld was my New Favorite Band. Part of this was because of their videos.
As a Hans Richter fan, I was hooked.
This is what started it, really. I loved the beat and the visuals were fascinating.
The same artist returned for a cover of "Brazil", which is lovely.
This was their look and their sound. I dug it.
Shortly after that, they had a new artist. It was a new style, but I still enjoyed it.
Also, I love the music. Liking the videos was just the next step.
So here I am now, figuring out what I want played at my funeral, and figuring out what we're going to play at Dad's. Somehow, it all seems right.