i’ve got about 16 miles left on my car before the Land Shark turns 100,000 miles.
i don’t want it to happen! my baby! my widdle gray menace! and to think it was only 1997 when i first laid eyes on it, 60,000mi young and pristine. you coulda eaten out of the trunk (which holds up to four gangsters – or three, with two violin cases).
so yeah. i’m kinda sad about that.
i’m going to seriously try to quit smoking. shaddap! i still have a deep-seated aggressive loathing for nonsmokers. i just want to live a little cleaner.
has anyone ever noticed that the opening montage/title sequence of Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb features an orchestral arrangement of none other than “Try a Little Tenderness”? i think that’s hilarious.
saw my old friend Amber today at the bank. she was working so we didn’t get to talk that much. pretty cool though.
Fear of a Black Hat is nowhere near as funny as i thought it was when i was 22 and stoned. but it’s still pretty funny. skip the DVD and get the VHS – the “extra” footage is not only awful, it’s embarrassingly amateur. i’m pretty disappointed, because that film was like the Holy Grail for me for several years. i loved it… maybe it just suffers from Mel Brooks Syndrome (only funny the first time through, then his films become stupid and awful on subsequent viewing (with some exceptions)). if you like Spinal Tap, and you like gangsta rap, check it out sometime.
Disney’s The Black Hole is another one that i should have left in my youth. amazing and phenomenal special effects, but a horrible script, plus the worst science of almost any sci-fi movie ever. i give them credit for actually knowing and using the term “Einstein-Rosen bridge” (however vaguely; it was used WITHOUT any context, so you know they didn’t even know what the term means and didn’t want to try to make anything of it), but that was the only time that any hope peeked through an otherwise dismal script. at least the transfer was more than adequate, with black staying black. and that ship, the Cygnus, is still one of the baddest-ass motherfuckers in fictional outer space, even if it did nothing whatsoever. (dishonorable mention: wtf was with that sudden, inexplicable “meteor storm” at the climax?)
i am going to listen to some deadlysexy rock and roll and put on my mean face and make Good Things happen.
