A bunch of acts, which one have I seen?

Oingo Boingo
Paul NcMartney
Indigo Sqrls
Hamster Theatre
Jim Croce
Emmylou Harris
Kitka
Leo Kottke
The Police
Laurie Anderson
Jonatha Brooke
Violent Femmes
Bob Dorough
Cyndi Lauper
Boston Pops
Audra McDonald
NSO w ... some leader dude or other
U2

Actually I think 2 are complete lies and one is a sort of maybe, but I can't quite remember.



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Evergraw.

Poor jodawi. At least he only had to put up with me actualy frothing at him for like half an hour or so after we got back from the Cinerama, because we went to the 11pm showing and I was dog tired and had to work in the morning.

Five times.

That might almost be enough.

This is your rationale??? D:

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Forget what I said before. Forget anything I said about ... anything bad. I watched Mad Max again for the third time while I was on vacation with Marty, and I'm considering going again today after a job interview. I'm at the stage of goggle-eyed infatuation where I can't understand how anyone could not be rolling around crying from how beautiful and genius and perfect this movie is, so just don't talk to me, k?


[*spoiler]*except for being dead

bogs down a bit in the mud flats, ha ha, no really, and I'm not reading it as a Feminist (or any other sort of progressive) Triumph, though women shoot things and the droopy underwear models do show some grit (all the old ladies wind up as cannon fodder to save the babes, tho, asCUSE me). I might pay to watch it again, maybe in 3D. The hectic skittery movement in early sequences is distracting and I resisted immersion for about the first half hour, but the INCREDIBLY STUPID story is told with great economy. Minimal expository dialogue, great establishing shots, holy fucking shit weather systems. The high-velocity action is fully comprehensible - it's such a relief not to be left going "wut?" even if I did eventually lose track of who had actually bit it (except the old ladies: I NOTICED GEORGE).

I'm not suuuuuuuure it holds up against earlier episodes. It feels like it was missing something - comprehensible backstory? interpersonal intimacy that lasted more than 7 seconds? some reason to like and connect with Max prior to minute 94? - that might have grounded it a bit. It lacked some of the realness and horrible gritty familiarity I remember from particularly the second film (nuclear armageddon, right? could you give that back to us as an actual plausibly bad upsetting thing that happens? mutated lizards and cute tumors aren't doing it for me), but it wasn't bad as one of a string of silly bad-ass movies I started watching 30 years ago. It had more in common in spirit with the originals than, for example, the Star Trek reboot had with its predecessors.



Now eagerly awaiting Star Wars: The Next Generation.

I recently read a good article (blog post?) about why "just write your own" is a poor response to complaints about representation in the media. Does anyone remember/have a link to a recent piece like this, written by a woman? Part of the argument was that it's unreasonable to expect everyone to do everything for themselves if they don't like what they're being offered, and I think there was something about it being more productive for people to focus on what they're best at, and to learn to listen to criticism of their work.

HOW COME A NEW TRANSLATION HAS BEEN OUT FOR A WHOLE YEAR AND YOU DIDN'T TELLLLLLL ME?

Oh. God.

So I'm listening to The Windup Girl because, you know. I heard it was pretty good, as these kind of very detailed imaginative post-apoc cardboard people kinds of novels go. And I am a little uncomfortable with the portrayal of Chinese and Thai characters and cultures, but it's ... well, OK, that's not entirely my fight, but I'm uncomfortable with it in the first couple of chapters, and hoping that the ~ exotic-and-corrupt thing with its  incomprehensible politics and people's motivation being primarily greed or poverty or ambition for advancement of family/clan ~ kind of resolves itself and gets more complex. And by the third chapter, when the main guys have been established, we finally get to the female title character.

And she's a goddamned sex slave. And our introduction to her is a salaciously detailed scene of violent sexual humiliation.

And I'm just ... no. This is not going to get any better, is it?

It's not even moving very fast yet - no heart-stopping tension of any sort. At least the Dragon Tattoo series had that going for it, and strong emotional relationships pretty early on.

I don't actually wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers,
blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers,
sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese boards, cheese knives,
crepe makers, electric woks, miniature salad spinners,
griddle pans, jam funnels, pie funnels, meat thermometers,
filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers,
martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones,
coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands,
fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers,
rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers,
spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers,
double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers,
fondue sets, healthy-grills, home smokers, tempura sets,
tortilla presses, electric whisks, cherry stoners,
sugar thermometers, food processors, stand mixers, mincers,
bacon presses, bacon slicers, mouli mills, cake testers,
pestle-and-mortars, gratin dishes, apple corers,
mango stoners and sets of kebab skewers
languish dustily at the back of the nation's cupboards, because
I don't even know what half of those things are for.

I've never owned a melon baller because I hate melon balls. One did 
find its creepy way into a drawer once, but I think I threw it out.

Murat Palta's grad thesis:

It all started 2 years ago with an experiment to blend traditional ‘oriental’ (Ottoman) motifs and contemporary ‘western’ cinema. After a positive response to "Ottoman Star Wars", I decided to take the theme further, and developed more film posters using the same technique.

I would eat all the Dahl things. Snozzberries. Giant peach juice. Wiggling rice maggot things. Meal gum.

Lembas!

I would eat a meadow full of delicious green grass, if I could digest it.

I would drink blaahhhhhhd.

The red pill and the blue pill and the bottle of "Drink Me".

Pomegranate seeds! Manna! Locusts! Burnt offerings!

I'd like to taste honey from Egyptian tombs. I'd like to try dodo and passenger pigeon and mammoth and primordial ooze.

by way of bheansidhe



pretty much made my day

Don't read the description, just spend 8 minutes watching this.

OMG DON'T ANYONE SAY ANYTHING TO ME I HAVE 15,000 COMMENTS

How is it that she can be a tiny beast, and yet look into my face and bully and cajole and lounge, and stare and stare? How can she have a noggin, and nothing to put in it, yet listen and respond?

How can she piss on my brassiere? And on my blanket? How?

And the weekend isn't even over. LotR marathon last night.

• "It must be very convenient, traveling by montage."
• "DOOM!" [everyone drinks]
• [Gandalf gets up at the Council of Elrond and bellows out the Ring inscription] "Oh, man, he *always* does that when he's drunk."
• "You've chipped my ring plinth!"

Sorry, nothing else sticks, even though I laughed myself sick.  The later films were harder to MST. Someone help me out.



We'll leave out the inevitable "Misster Underhill" from Elrond and quotes from the V. Secret Diaries.