Howdy!
While I'm still not firing on all cylinders, I'm so much better than this time last week. Basically, I think I'll have a cough and sinus issues for a while, and I don't want to risk 30 minutes on the elliptical til this weekend, but I'm basically back up to firing speed.
SXSW
As we say in Austin, "South By" is on. Tomorrow begins the musical portion, and I will not get to see Bruce Springsteen.
We missed Nathan this year as we were a sick house, and in no condition to get the house prepped, even had I not worried about hacking a lung all over him. From watching him on Facebook, it looks like he had another great few days of coverage of the Film portion.
Some other friends from Seattle (if you knew me back in The Day, you might know them) showed up. The My, Bryan M and their two bandmates. We grabbed a meal with them and then they came to my office this week at work just to see me and see what I'm up to, which cracked me up. Unfortunately I still haven't felt well enough to go out to any of their showcase shows.
Books
I just re-read A Princess of Mars and am starting Gods of Mars, the second John Carter book by Edgar Rice Burroughs. I'd like to read at least the first three novels (especially as they came in a handy, single volume from Simon & Shuster for a really reasonable price). Meanwhile, I decided to countermeasure that by giving 2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke a listen as an audio book during my commute.
Yes, I've seen the movie a half-dozen times, but I'd always heard such good things about the book, and I wasn't ready to jump right into Rendevous with Rama. If I like 2001, I will add that one to my bucket list.
Film. Comics. Sci-Fi. Superheroes. Pulp. Noir. History. Superman. 20th Century Archaeology.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Signal Watch Watches: The Thin Man Goes Home (1945)
Released in January of 1945, The Thin Man Goes Home was a wartime-era film, and I think that informs a little bit about the small town, homey nature of the movie. Rather than the usual big city, boozy shenanigans, the movie takes Nick and Nora back to Nick's hometown for a friendly family visit when, of course, a body turns up.
The idyllic small town with white, picket fences and charming downtown streets makes a strange backdrop after the four prior films (the last one released in November 1941), and seems a significant hop from the New York and San Francisco backdrops you may associate with the characters. The comedy is a bit softer and a bit less edgy than prior installments, and they find a work around to keep the Charles' from openly boozing and living it up, what with the war on. But that doesn't mean that from the get-go it doesn't feel like Nick and Nora or that Asta has gone AWOL.
Frankly, its counting on a lot of familiar business from the prior installments, and the comfort food tone to the film was probably welcome in January 1945, with VE Day still 5 months off. And, of course, the war does play into the film a bit, from the overcrowding of the trains at the beginning of the movie to some major plot details.
And, of course, Myrna Loy.
The idyllic small town with white, picket fences and charming downtown streets makes a strange backdrop after the four prior films (the last one released in November 1941), and seems a significant hop from the New York and San Francisco backdrops you may associate with the characters. The comedy is a bit softer and a bit less edgy than prior installments, and they find a work around to keep the Charles' from openly boozing and living it up, what with the war on. But that doesn't mean that from the get-go it doesn't feel like Nick and Nora or that Asta has gone AWOL.
Frankly, its counting on a lot of familiar business from the prior installments, and the comfort food tone to the film was probably welcome in January 1945, with VE Day still 5 months off. And, of course, the war does play into the film a bit, from the overcrowding of the trains at the beginning of the movie to some major plot details.
And, of course, Myrna Loy.
Fossil (the watch company) has amazing customer service
Once in a while a company does right, and I think rather than just whine online about when things go poorly, sometimes we should mention the folks who do right, too.
I have worn Fossil watches since the late 90's, partially because until recently they had a license to make Superman watches. One day I'll show you my collection.
About five years ago for Christmas my mother (The KareBear) gifted me a Superman watch that I absolutely loved. I wore it every day. I only replaced the battery two times. It kept great time, and it was a trusted little piece of machinery. Looked great, too.
While I was in San Francisco, I was standing and applauding Ms. Angie Dickinson when suddenly my watch just fell off my arm. Weird. I think my sweat had just rusted a part after five years of wear, plus the constant abuse something on your wrist takes after a while, meaning that some part of the watch, where the band met the watch proper, had failed and was not something I could repair myself.
I brought it to a jeweler, who was unable to help, and he told me to send it to Fossil.
So send it in I did with a written note about what had gone wrong.
That was only about two weeks ago.
Yes, some of us still wear watches. It is not just a fashion piece (although if you're going to wear a watch every day, you should get one you like a lot. Like glasses.). Nor do I wear a watch as a status symbol. Its how I get through my day. Yes, smart guys, I know I have a phone, but I don't want to pull it out of my pocket for the 487 times per day I check the time.* Apparently I fall into some Meyers-Briggs grouping that thinks a wrist watch is a must.**
Tonight my trusty Superman watch showed up in a package with a pile of paperwork, still broken. At first I was crestfallen. However, the final piece of paper said "we are very sorry we could not fix your watch. Here's a gift code worth the original value of your watch, plus $10 because we feel badly".
Amazing.
So, in a few days, I will be getting a new watch in the mail. Plus a wallet, because the watch I picked out didn't equal the total value of the watch. Its a nice wallet, too.
Yes, my watch was under some vague warranty, and I HOPE that companies will respect a warranty, but, you know how it usually works. You know how most companies dodge their own warranties or make it impossible to redeem them. Not these guys.
Fossil did the right thing out of the gate, and I will wind up with a very nice new watch out of the bargain.
Thanks, Fossil.com!
*I have three clocks in my one 10'x10' office at work, two in my living room and three in my bedroom. But you know what? I'm also rarely late.
**At my last job they pointed out that every single person working as a project manager wore a wristwatch when nobody else in the company wore one anymore.
I have worn Fossil watches since the late 90's, partially because until recently they had a license to make Superman watches. One day I'll show you my collection.
About five years ago for Christmas my mother (The KareBear) gifted me a Superman watch that I absolutely loved. I wore it every day. I only replaced the battery two times. It kept great time, and it was a trusted little piece of machinery. Looked great, too.
While I was in San Francisco, I was standing and applauding Ms. Angie Dickinson when suddenly my watch just fell off my arm. Weird. I think my sweat had just rusted a part after five years of wear, plus the constant abuse something on your wrist takes after a while, meaning that some part of the watch, where the band met the watch proper, had failed and was not something I could repair myself.
I brought it to a jeweler, who was unable to help, and he told me to send it to Fossil.
So send it in I did with a written note about what had gone wrong.
That was only about two weeks ago.
Yes, some of us still wear watches. It is not just a fashion piece (although if you're going to wear a watch every day, you should get one you like a lot. Like glasses.). Nor do I wear a watch as a status symbol. Its how I get through my day. Yes, smart guys, I know I have a phone, but I don't want to pull it out of my pocket for the 487 times per day I check the time.* Apparently I fall into some Meyers-Briggs grouping that thinks a wrist watch is a must.**
Tonight my trusty Superman watch showed up in a package with a pile of paperwork, still broken. At first I was crestfallen. However, the final piece of paper said "we are very sorry we could not fix your watch. Here's a gift code worth the original value of your watch, plus $10 because we feel badly".
Amazing.
So, in a few days, I will be getting a new watch in the mail. Plus a wallet, because the watch I picked out didn't equal the total value of the watch. Its a nice wallet, too.
Yes, my watch was under some vague warranty, and I HOPE that companies will respect a warranty, but, you know how it usually works. You know how most companies dodge their own warranties or make it impossible to redeem them. Not these guys.
Fossil did the right thing out of the gate, and I will wind up with a very nice new watch out of the bargain.
Thanks, Fossil.com!
*I have three clocks in my one 10'x10' office at work, two in my living room and three in my bedroom. But you know what? I'm also rarely late.
**At my last job they pointed out that every single person working as a project manager wore a wristwatch when nobody else in the company wore one anymore.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Noir Watch - Nightfall (1957)
A pretty good little movie with a plot that works and a lead I found... curious.
Nightfall (1957) begins in medias res, finding our lead, James Vanning (played by Aldo Ray), followed by a stranger in the streets of LA. The stranger asks for a light, asks a few questions and moves on. Later we learn he's an insurance investigator, Fraser (James Gregory who would go on to play Ursus in Beneath the Planet of the Apes) who has tracked Vanning to LA. Vanning enters a bar where he meets a young (and terribly attractive) Anne Bancroft who has managed to forget her wallet. The two strike up a conversation, and when leaving the bar together, Vanning gets picked up by a pair of heavies (Brian Keith - who I am really liking in this era - and Rudy Bond).
Nightfall (1957) begins in medias res, finding our lead, James Vanning (played by Aldo Ray), followed by a stranger in the streets of LA. The stranger asks for a light, asks a few questions and moves on. Later we learn he's an insurance investigator, Fraser (James Gregory who would go on to play Ursus in Beneath the Planet of the Apes) who has tracked Vanning to LA. Vanning enters a bar where he meets a young (and terribly attractive) Anne Bancroft who has managed to forget her wallet. The two strike up a conversation, and when leaving the bar together, Vanning gets picked up by a pair of heavies (Brian Keith - who I am really liking in this era - and Rudy Bond).
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Signal Watch Watches: John Carter (of Mars)
Disney won't call the movie by a decent title, so I will. Let us call it John Carter of Mars, shall we?
As pointed out recently by The Alamo Drafthouse, the Summer of 1982 was an absolutely stunning summer for movies and culturally defining watershed for Gen X. To celebrate this fact, Summer of 2012, they're having a Summer of 1982 celebration showing a movie per week from that year.
Not all of the movies were a smash at the time (see the final show of the summer, Blade Runner), but this was also the generation of the VCR and HBO. I didn't see Blade Runner until 1988 or so, but I know when it was released (and you can bet I'll be fighting tooth and nail to be at the screening at the Alamo this summer).
So I'm going to start using Summer of 1982 as a sort of yardmarker for a movie I think could hold a certain distinction.
1. The movie isn't being loved by critics who are failing to understand it at the time
2. It likely won't be understood by the mainstream audience at the time
3. The movie tries to be something grand, really swings for the fences
4. The movie has the potential to endure in a way that surpasses just the nichey fans you can find anywhere on the internet, but becomes part of the sci-fi geek zeitgeist
Straight up, I @#$%ing loved John Carter (2012). I believe that it is Summer of 1982 worthy.
The movie is based not just upon the Edgar Rice Burroughs novel, A Princess of Mars (1917), but on what I'd guess are a few of the Barsoom/ John Carter novels sort of pulped into a single volume. That the movie was not just the first book is all right. The story works well enough and moves at a better pace for the kids that were packed in all around us in the audience at the Alamo.
The movie of John Carter follows Carter (played more than ably by Friday Night Lights alum Taylor Kitsch) as a Virginia gentleman who, more than a decade after the Civil War, makes a hasty call for his nephew, Edgar Rice Burroughs, to come to him. By the time Burrows arrives, Carter is dead, sealed in a tomb which can only be opened... from the inside.
As pointed out recently by The Alamo Drafthouse, the Summer of 1982 was an absolutely stunning summer for movies and culturally defining watershed for Gen X. To celebrate this fact, Summer of 2012, they're having a Summer of 1982 celebration showing a movie per week from that year.
Not all of the movies were a smash at the time (see the final show of the summer, Blade Runner), but this was also the generation of the VCR and HBO. I didn't see Blade Runner until 1988 or so, but I know when it was released (and you can bet I'll be fighting tooth and nail to be at the screening at the Alamo this summer).
So I'm going to start using Summer of 1982 as a sort of yardmarker for a movie I think could hold a certain distinction.
1. The movie isn't being loved by critics who are failing to understand it at the time
2. It likely won't be understood by the mainstream audience at the time
3. The movie tries to be something grand, really swings for the fences
4. The movie has the potential to endure in a way that surpasses just the nichey fans you can find anywhere on the internet, but becomes part of the sci-fi geek zeitgeist
Straight up, I @#$%ing loved John Carter (2012). I believe that it is Summer of 1982 worthy.
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| You know, this is kind of a terrible poster |
The movie is based not just upon the Edgar Rice Burroughs novel, A Princess of Mars (1917), but on what I'd guess are a few of the Barsoom/ John Carter novels sort of pulped into a single volume. That the movie was not just the first book is all right. The story works well enough and moves at a better pace for the kids that were packed in all around us in the audience at the Alamo.
The movie of John Carter follows Carter (played more than ably by Friday Night Lights alum Taylor Kitsch) as a Virginia gentleman who, more than a decade after the Civil War, makes a hasty call for his nephew, Edgar Rice Burroughs, to come to him. By the time Burrows arrives, Carter is dead, sealed in a tomb which can only be opened... from the inside.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Signal Watch Watches: Moonstruck (1987)
During the conversation that led to me seeing When Harry Met Sally, another movie that was pitched my direction was Moonstruck (1987).
When the movie was released, I would have been about 12, so you'll pardon the fact that a smallish movie about Italian-American stereotypes co-habitating with Cher and exploring love and life didn't exactly get me to the cinema. In the intervening years, I figured I'd seen enough wacky-family comedies of this type, and just never bothered. The "snap out of it" clip that got dredged up to show Cher's acting chops was always shown out of context and wasn't particularly... good.
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| When you get stuck between The Moon and Cher and you're New York City... |
Since Co-Worker Eva pitched me the movie, I'd noticed how many "good movie" lists it had come up on, and I saw that Cher had won an Academy Award for her portrayal of Loretta Castorini in 1988.
The plot of the movie is paper thin, intended to be a cute character study of urban Italian Americans portraying the kind of family that drives each other crazy, but in a way that doesn't make the audience want to draw blood (see: Welcome to the Dollhouse). You have to want to pull for every character on the screen. Here's the thing: I am totally okay with that.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Soon, I will own a tiny Michael Caine (or two)
I am now only really collecting Superman toys and collectibles (unless someone wants to buy me a bigger house and increase my salary), but this item... this item I will buy two of.
It seems that with the release of the upcoming blockbuster The Dark Knight Rises, we will be able to buy an Alfred Pennyworth action figure. Alfred is played by, as you will recall, screen legend Michael Caine.
"So, League," you say, "That's fantastic. But why TWO Michael Caines?"
Because I can annoy Jamie EVERY SINGLE DAY by re-enacting this scene from The Trip.
It seems that with the release of the upcoming blockbuster The Dark Knight Rises, we will be able to buy an Alfred Pennyworth action figure. Alfred is played by, as you will recall, screen legend Michael Caine.
"So, League," you say, "That's fantastic. But why TWO Michael Caines?"
Because I can annoy Jamie EVERY SINGLE DAY by re-enacting this scene from The Trip.
Reader Participation: The Loco Taco Taste Test Supreme
I do not eat fast food as often as I once did (which was, like, a lot). At some point my GI tract rebelled and said "no more", and so its a true rarity that I swing through a McDonalds, Wendy's, BK or other joint. I don't care for Panda Express (like, seriously, guys, no. Gross.), and Chik-Fil-A apparently hates Teh Gays, so I have an excuse not to eat there, which isn't really a problem since I burned out on them circa 2004.
But Taco Bell (and our regional Tex-Mex favorite, Taco Cabana) are still in light rotation. Especially since Taco Bell quit insisting that I have to order a "Chicken Ranch Taco without Ranch sauce" in order to get a chicken soft taco.
People, I love tacos. I have been known to eat tacos for multiple meals in a row. I have been lured out of doing work with the promise of tacos. I eat voluntarily in a college cafeteria because of tacos.
Yes, the price at Taco Bell today is far, far more than the $0.59 I used to pay per taco back in college, but I am okay with paying $1.30 per taco if it means the workers are less likely to add spittle to my food.
Now, I am aware that what we call "Mexican Food" in the US varies regionally. I was stunned by the differences when we moved to Arizona, and, of course, what they serve at the local places in AZ differs from what you're getting in Mexico City vs. elsewhere in Old Mexico. But nowhere in Mexico did food ever look exactly like Taco Bell. In fact, I'm not really sure where Taco Bell originated. In fact, I recall laughing and laughing and laughing at a colleague from Chicago when she suggested she did not want Mexican food for lunch because she'd had Taco Bell for dinner the night before, which was an equation I don't think I would have made in a hundred years.
Similarly, I was well into college before I figured out that Doritos were supposed to suggest something about an origin in Mexican cuisine. Sure, I saw that it said "nacho flavor" on the packaging, but still... I'd always believed the consistency of the chips was necessary for heavy layer of the cheese dust from Mac'n'Cheese packages they used for "flavor". Don't get me wrong, I love me a Dorito, but somewhere in the 1960's-era processed food blitz that generated them, somehow they created something entirely new en route to imitating Chips'n'Queso, which I assume was the inspiration.
But now, Taco Bell and Doritos, two bastard sons of the American cheap/ processed food wasteland have found one another in a nigh post-apocalyptic dining scenario.
I present to you (and I am not making this up) the Loco Taco from Taco Bell.
From the site:
I have not engaged in a Taste Test in many, many moons... but it may be time.
For, like, $1.30, you could also participate. Just go to your local Bell, order one or two of these up, indulge and send me your thoughts via email.
*seriously, just looking at the burrito menu at Taco Bell reminds me that the Surgeon General pleads with you not to consume any Taco Bell burrito products. Choose life.
But Taco Bell (and our regional Tex-Mex favorite, Taco Cabana) are still in light rotation. Especially since Taco Bell quit insisting that I have to order a "Chicken Ranch Taco without Ranch sauce" in order to get a chicken soft taco.
People, I love tacos. I have been known to eat tacos for multiple meals in a row. I have been lured out of doing work with the promise of tacos. I eat voluntarily in a college cafeteria because of tacos.
Yes, the price at Taco Bell today is far, far more than the $0.59 I used to pay per taco back in college, but I am okay with paying $1.30 per taco if it means the workers are less likely to add spittle to my food.
Now, I am aware that what we call "Mexican Food" in the US varies regionally. I was stunned by the differences when we moved to Arizona, and, of course, what they serve at the local places in AZ differs from what you're getting in Mexico City vs. elsewhere in Old Mexico. But nowhere in Mexico did food ever look exactly like Taco Bell. In fact, I'm not really sure where Taco Bell originated. In fact, I recall laughing and laughing and laughing at a colleague from Chicago when she suggested she did not want Mexican food for lunch because she'd had Taco Bell for dinner the night before, which was an equation I don't think I would have made in a hundred years.
Similarly, I was well into college before I figured out that Doritos were supposed to suggest something about an origin in Mexican cuisine. Sure, I saw that it said "nacho flavor" on the packaging, but still... I'd always believed the consistency of the chips was necessary for heavy layer of the cheese dust from Mac'n'Cheese packages they used for "flavor". Don't get me wrong, I love me a Dorito, but somewhere in the 1960's-era processed food blitz that generated them, somehow they created something entirely new en route to imitating Chips'n'Queso, which I assume was the inspiration.
But now, Taco Bell and Doritos, two bastard sons of the American cheap/ processed food wasteland have found one another in a nigh post-apocalyptic dining scenario.
I present to you (and I am not making this up) the Loco Taco from Taco Bell.
From the site:
A Taco Supreme® made with premium seasoned beef,crisp lettuce, diced juicy red ripe tomatoes, real cheddar cheese and topped with cool reduced-fat sour cream, in a shell made from Nacho Cheese Doritos® Chips.That is amazing. That is a food stunt of the highest order that I did not think Taco Bell could top when they did the food stunt equivalent of jumping 10 flaming school buses on the back of a tricycle with their burrito stuffed with chili-cheese Fritos.*
I have not engaged in a Taste Test in many, many moons... but it may be time.
For, like, $1.30, you could also participate. Just go to your local Bell, order one or two of these up, indulge and send me your thoughts via email.
*seriously, just looking at the burrito menu at Taco Bell reminds me that the Surgeon General pleads with you not to consume any Taco Bell burrito products. Choose life.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Getting Better (The Superman Way!) and John Carter, maybe
First of all: Antibiotics are amazing. I know its hep to turn to your charm bracelets, magnets or supplements or whatever... but give me some industrially composited FDA approved mystery pills any day.
WHOOOOOOO
I'm not back at 100%, but I am getting better.
This illness has taught me to respect my body as the delicate piece of machinery it is, and so I pledge to take better care of myself. I will only treat myself as Superman would treat his own SUPER SELF, in the spirit of Truth, Justice and the American Way!
WHOOOOOOO
I'm not back at 100%, but I am getting better.
This illness has taught me to respect my body as the delicate piece of machinery it is, and so I pledge to take better care of myself. I will only treat myself as Superman would treat his own SUPER SELF, in the spirit of Truth, Justice and the American Way!
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| drinkin' on the back 40 with the old man while the ladies wait on the porch... CHECK |
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