Ok, I’m a day late on this, and for that I apologize, because I know this is where the free world comes for its Hollywood press events, but the trailer for Watchmen has gone live and is ready for your viewing pleasure. Just from the trailer alone, I can tell that it’s a very, very faithful adaptation without being an unimaginative regurgitation. Here’s hoping. I’ve only been waiting about twenty years for this movie, after all.
Joss Whedon’s new thing, Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog looks like it might be one of the bestest things ever. EVAR. Ok so I’ve only watched the 90 seconds of song-video posted at the review I’ve linked you to here, but it looks great. Plus… Nat Fillion! Surprise! In a Joss Whedon project! UPDATE: I just finished watching the entire first episode, and I do think it’s very good… but… I just wish someone would explain to Joss that camp is only ever found, never made. Other than that though, very sweet introduction, great duet of three at the …
I predict that tomorrow is going to be one of those days where people are going to keep asking me, “Hey did you __________ ?” and the only true answer will be, “No, I’m sorry I haven’t had time to ___________ yet,” and there’ll be that imperfectly-masked instant of disbelief, as though if I’d really wanted to ______, surely I would have made or found the time? Does anyone believe anyone when they say this anymore? I’m not sure I do, so of course, purely because I myself don’t believe other people, sometimes I’ll say, “No, I literally, …
The last time I was at Star Market, Porter Square, I spent fifteen minutes carefully combing every square inch of the soda aisle, walking up and down it, reading the name of each product to myself, making sure I wasn’t missing anything. Eventually the weird and ugly truth proved inescapable. There was blue Faygo, Moxie, RC Cola, and Polar Seltzer Dry Cranberry Pomegranate Fewferaw, but there wasn’t even a space on the retail shelving for Dr Pepper. What. The. Fuck.
President George Bush to world leaders at G8 conference: “Goodbye from the world’s biggest polluter!” Yes, that’s an actual and direct quote.
It’s been around for a week now, but I only just came across it, and I thought it was such a hoot, I had to post this link to Michael Bay’s rejected “The Dark Knight” script. Plus… I know there are lots of Michael Bay fans out there in thornographyreaderland.
What’s it sound like when someone gets their tires slashed? Because I think that’s what just happened across the street, but I don’t have a good view of the car to tell for sure. UPDATE, THE NEXT DAY: Yep, that’s what happened alright. The SUV also got all it’s windows destroyed…apparently very quietly since I heard the tires being slashed but not the windows being broken. My neighborhood is kind of scary sometimes.
Last night, at around 10:30 or 11:00, The Miss Daisybelle cautiously came into the living room, eyes big as saucers, pupils dilated to nearly perfect circles. She’d take a step, freeze, look around a bit in a nervous, darting, twitchy way, then take a few more steps, freeze, and repeat. “Daisy?” I inquired, which caused her to freeze, lower her head, and back up a step. She looked like she was being tormented on all sides by invisible beings that only she could see. She looked like a longtime heroin addict suddenly cut off with …