I have ever agreed to.
Jellybean's daughter is getting hitched, and being the dutiful father he really wants to do the whole (coughcough archaic coughcough) "Dad shoulder's the majority of the cost of the wedding". His cryptic dry erase messages notwithstanding, the most recent was a dooze:
"M- Talk to me, re: June 6th Wedding"
Turns out his daughter, the lil' minx, was talking about hosting the groom's/rehearsal dinner- In her one bedroom Uptown apartment. Sooooo...he wanted to know if they could have it at my place.
Sure. No problem. Close to 30 people? No worries. Just keep the little kids away from my toys* and we'll be fine.
My question is- How is the man that gets panicky when he is in a crowd, and will decline parties if they are over 10 people (Heck, asking to even have a party is usually grounds for discussion and he'll spit the bit until the wee hours when all are hopefully gone) Well what in the heck is he gonna do? And should I spit the bit?
Fahk. Now it's time to finish up those dang pesky projects. Faaaaaahhk.
*If you're thinking that by "Toys" I'm talking about p0rn and my Pl@@@yb0y collection, you would not be mistaken.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
One more from the grouch couch- Oscar's
So this year I was a good boy and was actually able to see 4 out of the 5 Best Picture candidates. (And really, truthfully? They coulda been a little more even-fielded, you know? Where are the meaty roles/movies for women?) I also will say I agreed with 90% of those winners across the board (And yo- If you haven't seen "Once" you have no soul. We whooped when it won. That is a lovely little film and I guarantee you'll want the soundtrack.) "Atonement" got the ax, but I'll probably rent the dumb thing so I feel a little more complete. (Green dress yadda and long beautiful tracking shot yadda. I just. I just don't feel it, Keira. I like my woman with a bit o' mutton on'em, luv. And with more than two facial expression's)
"Michael Clayton"- Really, really good. Really. Tom Wilkinson and Tilda Swinton's performances alone will make the movie. And good old George...well he's starting to grow on me. Admittedly I thought he was pulling a Caruso when he started doing movies, but he done good. ****
"Juno"- Quirky. Lot's of heart. Great soundtrack. Great peripheral characters (I'm talking about you, Miss Garnfleck. And you, Mr. "Not Playing J.Jonah Jameson but that's okay". And Allison Janney? You make me swoon) Like I said before, these people were all given really fleshed out characters to play with and they make it work. It just didn't seem "real" to me. There was just some dialogue that made me think twice. (Would, a precocious pregnant 16 year old use the term "Thundercat's are go" when technically she wouldn't have even been born early enough to appreciate them, and they pretty much get nil by way of syndication? I'm just sayin')
***
"There Will Be Blood"-See previous post. Pretty to watch. Interesting soundtrack. Fascinating look at the oil industry from a historical perspective. I thought that DDD was great, as he almost always delivers in every film he does. (I'm waiting for the sequel to "My Left Foot" called "Back to the Foot...ure" F#ck that was so much funnier in my head) There were two glaring things that kept me from saying that the shrink wrap on the DVD won't even be on the floor before I get it in the player was that lousy, over the top and unneccessarily violent ending (Dude. You won. You did it. And in the grossest possible fashion. What you did wasn't even insult to injury. It was just f#cking nuts. Which you weren't.)
And that EMO kid from "Little Miss Frasshine".
Okay, so the story spans what...20 plus years? And There's DDD looking all cirrhosised and old and basically a "real" version of what we assume happens to people consumed by the Dark Side of the Force. And emo shows up all dapper...with pimples. Kid didn't look like he could sport a pube much less facial hair. Heck, when he went to fix himself a drink I had half a mind to ask him for some ID. And? (And this is really trivial. The ending would have sucked either way) And? Kid? When you're in a bowling alley, and you came in through a great big open area? And you run towards the pins? You are exercising logic that borders on re-ray. Dumbass.
**1/2...Points off for bad endings...Points awarded for DDD's killer 'stache and giving me a pop culture phrase that I can apply to any beverage I'm consuming. "I'm gonna drink that Bloody Mary I'm gon' drink it up!"
"No Country for Old Men"- Easily IMHO the best film of the lot. Stark. Panic inducing. The use of ambient sound. The most realized antagonist since Hannibal Lecter...in the first movie. The best ensemble. (No love for TLJ, academy? Or Carla Jean? Heck, even Woodrow McCheers did a pretty good job) Heck, even the ending which caused so much controversy with moviegoers and critics didn't phase me. And as for pop culture phrasology, don't even THINK that Moda is tired of hearing "Llewellen? Whut's in thayut sah-chul?"
****
Additional must see's- "Once" and "Into the Wild"
"Michael Clayton"- Really, really good. Really. Tom Wilkinson and Tilda Swinton's performances alone will make the movie. And good old George...well he's starting to grow on me. Admittedly I thought he was pulling a Caruso when he started doing movies, but he done good. ****
"Juno"- Quirky. Lot's of heart. Great soundtrack. Great peripheral characters (I'm talking about you, Miss Garnfleck. And you, Mr. "Not Playing J.Jonah Jameson but that's okay". And Allison Janney? You make me swoon) Like I said before, these people were all given really fleshed out characters to play with and they make it work. It just didn't seem "real" to me. There was just some dialogue that made me think twice. (Would, a precocious pregnant 16 year old use the term "Thundercat's are go" when technically she wouldn't have even been born early enough to appreciate them, and they pretty much get nil by way of syndication? I'm just sayin')
***
"There Will Be Blood"-See previous post. Pretty to watch. Interesting soundtrack. Fascinating look at the oil industry from a historical perspective. I thought that DDD was great, as he almost always delivers in every film he does. (I'm waiting for the sequel to "My Left Foot" called "Back to the Foot...ure" F#ck that was so much funnier in my head) There were two glaring things that kept me from saying that the shrink wrap on the DVD won't even be on the floor before I get it in the player was that lousy, over the top and unneccessarily violent ending (Dude. You won. You did it. And in the grossest possible fashion. What you did wasn't even insult to injury. It was just f#cking nuts. Which you weren't.)
And that EMO kid from "Little Miss Frasshine".
Okay, so the story spans what...20 plus years? And There's DDD looking all cirrhosised and old and basically a "real" version of what we assume happens to people consumed by the Dark Side of the Force. And emo shows up all dapper...with pimples. Kid didn't look like he could sport a pube much less facial hair. Heck, when he went to fix himself a drink I had half a mind to ask him for some ID. And? (And this is really trivial. The ending would have sucked either way) And? Kid? When you're in a bowling alley, and you came in through a great big open area? And you run towards the pins? You are exercising logic that borders on re-ray. Dumbass.
**1/2...Points off for bad endings...Points awarded for DDD's killer 'stache and giving me a pop culture phrase that I can apply to any beverage I'm consuming. "I'm gonna drink that Bloody Mary I'm gon' drink it up!"
"No Country for Old Men"- Easily IMHO the best film of the lot. Stark. Panic inducing. The use of ambient sound. The most realized antagonist since Hannibal Lecter...in the first movie. The best ensemble. (No love for TLJ, academy? Or Carla Jean? Heck, even Woodrow McCheers did a pretty good job) Heck, even the ending which caused so much controversy with moviegoers and critics didn't phase me. And as for pop culture phrasology, don't even THINK that Moda is tired of hearing "Llewellen? Whut's in thayut sah-chul?"
****
Additional must see's- "Once" and "Into the Wild"
Found
My shell phone. I admit, I wasn't as optomistic that I'd find it after my inquiry at the gym proved for naught. Actually I was partly optomistic with a chance of showers in the afternoon. But, the little bastard had merely fallen behind the tv stand where I leave it to charge. (And it was shut off, so no. I could not do the high tech search method of "using my home phone to call it and listen for the ring/buzz". That method was relegated to yesterday, when I misplaced the spotty thing a SECOND time.)
It was a loverly weekend all told. Caturday was checking out a matinee of "There Will be Frass"* followed by attending WONDERFUL dinner party for buddies at redwrights where I consumed no less than two servings of the following: Indian sliders (2) Empanada's (2) Asparagus (countless. And yes. It smelled) chicken cakes (Countless. They were sooooo good. Both kinds) And a full belly. It. Was. Awesome. (My insomnia wasn't. Up at two thirty and didn't get back down until 7. And man o' man did I have some ding bat dreams. At least it wasn't on a school night)
Sunday was also pretty chill with Moda and her mama hitting the Food and Wine experience. Afterwards we just hung out and watched the Oscar's and et. Chinese**.
Yee to the Hizzaw.
* Meh. A big fat "meh". I mean...no, the ending was a big fat over done turd. A beautifully shot movie with a man who treats his scenes like Cookie Monster treats cookies, it was just not the movie that made me go "THAT is an Oscar winner". It wasn't terrible, just kinda left me cold and a little bit ill. Like I'd feel after drinking two milkshakes. Drink it up.
**Good for everyone that won. Especially our MNsotan's. While I go back and forth with people saying that "Juno" really shouldn't have been up there (A cute little movie. Really. But folks, I hung out with Juno and her ilk in high school. We weren't trying to re-realize pop culture lexicon. We were too busy trying to act older than we were. So that's where I was left with that.)
It was a loverly weekend all told. Caturday was checking out a matinee of "There Will be Frass"* followed by attending WONDERFUL dinner party for buddies at redwrights where I consumed no less than two servings of the following: Indian sliders (2) Empanada's (2) Asparagus (countless. And yes. It smelled) chicken cakes (Countless. They were sooooo good. Both kinds) And a full belly. It. Was. Awesome. (My insomnia wasn't. Up at two thirty and didn't get back down until 7. And man o' man did I have some ding bat dreams. At least it wasn't on a school night)
Sunday was also pretty chill with Moda and her mama hitting the Food and Wine experience. Afterwards we just hung out and watched the Oscar's and et. Chinese**.
Yee to the Hizzaw.
* Meh. A big fat "meh". I mean...no, the ending was a big fat over done turd. A beautifully shot movie with a man who treats his scenes like Cookie Monster treats cookies, it was just not the movie that made me go "THAT is an Oscar winner". It wasn't terrible, just kinda left me cold and a little bit ill. Like I'd feel after drinking two milkshakes. Drink it up.
**Good for everyone that won. Especially our MNsotan's. While I go back and forth with people saying that "Juno" really shouldn't have been up there (A cute little movie. Really. But folks, I hung out with Juno and her ilk in high school. We weren't trying to re-realize pop culture lexicon. We were too busy trying to act older than we were. So that's where I was left with that.)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
And one other thing...
Well...maybe not. That thought just floated right in and out of my ear.
Not really. I lost my frickin' cell phone again. I don't remember where I left it. It's not at the gym. I haven't really "gone" anywhere. It's just. Poof.
Frack.
Not really. I lost my frickin' cell phone again. I don't remember where I left it. It's not at the gym. I haven't really "gone" anywhere. It's just. Poof.
Frack.
A little late, but...
I'm actually kinda glad that the Pats lost the Super Bowl. I mean, no one likes to watch an undefeated team stay undefeated. It's boring. People like the scrappy underdog who comes from behind, you know? Like Daniel Larusso getting knocked down only to beat Cobra Kai with a well placed and completely bullshit kick. And then look, in subsequent films it's like "Oh wow, Larusso is gonna kick some a$$ again...whooo de loooo..." and they kept this up through 3 more films...even needing to replace Daniel-San in the fourth film with the future heshe in "Boys Don't Frass".
Seriously. Good for the Giants.
And not so seriously now we have another g#ddamn New York team who has to be c0ck of the walk...sheesh. Letting the Vikes win the bowl for once at this point is the equivalent of the NFL giving the kid next to him the home run ball instead of hoarding it to themself.
Seriously. Good for the Giants.
And not so seriously now we have another g#ddamn New York team who has to be c0ck of the walk...sheesh. Letting the Vikes win the bowl for once at this point is the equivalent of the NFL giving the kid next to him the home run ball instead of hoarding it to themself.
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