Wednesday, June 27, 2007

No, YOU Tube it

I used to love YouTube. I thought it was merely a good idea at first; given that anyone could post any at any time. Then when I realized that it would be the future of the music video industry, I embraced it with the love that can only be shared between father and son, mother and daughter, priest and alter boy. Soon though, it got bogged down with nonsense. The curse started to outweigh the gift, as people started posting stuff like this:

Really? You really want people to see this on the internet? Nothing says, 'I rule' like a white kid 'ghostriding' his sister's bike through his gated subdivision. Maybe if it included that same white kid ghostriding his sister's bike through downtown Cincinnati, it would be more interesting. Racial strife is always interesting.
In any event, the same geniuses who put up videos like must be in charge of uploading, because after two tries to put up my Hella video (which looks gorgeous in quicktime, by the way), the quality didn't look much better than that of Chad riding his sister's bike down the streets of the Babbling Brook complex. I am currently on the lookout for another site where I can upload my site. Any suggestions?

Wednesday, June 6, 2007


I saw Judd Apatow's winning comedy Knocked Up this past weekend. With expectations as high as can be, I sat down in the theatre ready for the first original movie of the summer, and was not disappointed by any part of the film. It actually managed to exceed many of my expectations; shocking as so many of the hyped films released during the summer leave much to be desired. I was so excited, in fact, that I was all set to come home and write a review of the film for all 6 of my readers to enjoy. Then I stumbled across my friend Andrew Dignan's self described contrarian take on the film. I then realized that no matter how much of my writing prowess I mustered, no amount of Strunk and White consultation would deliver a better written review. Although I disagree with many of the points that Andrew makes, I cannot help but send you curious readers to his article, if only to see what intelligent film commentary looks like. I respect all of Andrew's opinions (yeah, I'm diplomatic like that) even when they are contrary to mine (Miami Vice and Thank You for Smoking). Read and enjoy his writing, and understand why as long as I am able to make films, I will never ask his opinion of anything I create. I just don't think I could take that kind of intelligent constructive criticism.

Friday, June 1, 2007

Potentially Dangerous

Some of you are lucky enough to have attended a !!! concert with me. If you have, then you know that they are the only band in the world who manages to drag me out on the dance floor without the aid of alcohol. Not only do they get me to dance, but they get me to dance like a maniac. When presented with the music of !!! (live or recorded) my dance skills are undeniable. They make Carlton look like Michael Jackson, Christopher Walken like Stephen Hawking, Grandmaster Flash like Pimpbot 5000. Keep this in mind as I go on to explain my last few days.

It started with a typical pickup day at work. I actually got off work early, picked up a van which I would drive the next morning, and parked it in Greenpoint near the venue (conveniently located literally around the corner from Lauren's apt). After a shower (completely in vein) at home, I went back up to Greenpoint and attended the show. I did all of this, knowing full well that I had to be AT work at 4:30AM. Yes, AT work, which meant that I had to be up at 3:30 at the latest.

Of course the show was legendary. !!! tore down the former Polish nightclub Studio B and ripped the final show of their tour. The show ended at around 12:45, and I went quickly back to Lauren's place, took another shower (3rd of the day) and was in bed and asleep by 1:30, leaving me 3 hours to sleep. Which I did, before getting dressed, in a van and driving with 15 other people an hour in a half into New Jersey. The day was relatively short and I was able to get home pretty early. Which was a good thing considering I had to be AT work at....2:30AM the next night/day.

So here I sit, having worked a full 10 hour day by 11:00AM and my sleep deprivation and severe exhaustion was all capped off by a thrilling show by Sacramento's finest.

I also heard I missed a spectacular showing by King James in Detroit last night. Too bad I missed the only good game of the playoffs.