Thursday, March 29, 2007

 

Meanwhile...



I really do want to get back to blogging soon, but I've been as busy as a long-tailed fish in a rocking chair kicking contest. I've hand-written a 300 review, and maybe one day I'll post it at film geeks.

Meanwhile...

I used to love watching The Kids In The Hall and I always got a huge kick out of Buddy Cole, the gay gossip hound character portrayed by Scott Thompson. I mention him because I recently came across a YouTuber and MySpacer named Michael "Buck" Buckley. This guy reminds me a lot of Buddy Cole ... except that Buddy was just a character and this guy seems to be the real thing.


Buck posts videos of himself doing homemade entertainment reports, making fun of American Idol contestants, American Idol hosts, and celebs in general. I have to admit, he really made me laugh out loud several times.

His YouTube Channel and his MySpace Page are pretty funny, if you enjoy humor that's a bit dark and acerbic. And a bit vulgar. You can click the video below to get a sample, but consider yourself warned ... Buck don't hold back.



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Sunday, March 25, 2007

 

OH NO!



The hippies have discovered my blog!

A little fun, courtesy of Net Disaster.

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

 

Overwhelmed, Sick, Etc



I've had little time for blogging lately, between the suffocating demands of shift work and just generally feeling like crap because of an infection in both ears. I hope to get back to it soon. We saw 300 the other night and I loved it, so maybe I'll review it for film geeks. Watched Clerks II last night, too, and I thought it was pretty good. Anyway, until I have more time for blogging, here's a quick cartoon from National Review Online:



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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

 

Dog And Pony Show



If they figure out a way to mass market these things, I want one.


Yahoo! News: Michael Goessling stops to pet a cocker spaniel while walking Thumbelina, left, a five year old dwarf miniature horse, around the pasture at Goose Creek Farms in St. Louis, MO on Friday, Oct. 3, 2006. At 17.5 inches, Thumbelina is the smallest living horse in the world, and holds the record for the smallest horse in history. Goessling said she often spends more time with the dogs on the farm than the other horses because they are closer to her size.

Cool, huh? A horse that can curl up at your feet with your dog at the end of the day.

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Monday, March 19, 2007

 

Borat Mania



I finally wrote a full review of Borat, much to the delight of myself. I also found this compilation of his work for the BBC. Enjoy:



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Saturday, March 17, 2007

 

Everybody Else Is Doing It...



Lorna, MCF, B13, Rey, now me ... it's becoming a regular meme.

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And thanks to the Unseen Blogger, I found out that I suck:


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Friday, March 16, 2007

 

Propagandists, Bullies, Liars



I've been dubious about the whole "Man-Made Global Warming" claim all along since the scare seems to originate entirely with political polemics and their pet "scientists." I've been reluctant to pronounce the whole business bunk, though, because I didn't think myself well enough informed.

Now I am well enough informed.

The idea that mankind is creating climate change is pure, simple, abject garbage. Al Gore is a liar and a hypocrite, and he's smart enough to know it. Global warming proponents are propagandists of the first order, and those who stand ready to attack anyone who says so are a bunch of bullies and bigots.

Watch this amazing documentary (if you have an hour and a quarter to spare) from UK Channel 4.



Beyond that, read this essay from America's greatest living thinker, Thomas Sowell.

It seems fairly clear to me that those who subscribe to the idea that humans are creating global warming are doing so for political and/or social reasons, not scientific ones. I've always suspected that that was the case, but until now I'd been unwilling to simply say so. Until now, I always thought I was just nigh well enough informed. This documentary from UK Channel 4, I think, gives me enough information to back up my beliefs. "Man-Made Global Warming" is a religion, a social cause, maybe simply a fad … but it ain't science.

Hat tip: Grandaddy Long Legs and Jimmy Akin.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

 

To Make Glorious Blog Of Movie Film Critic Geek Return



Wendy and I just watched Borat, and if there's anything that ought to get me blogging about movies again over at film geeks, this oughta do it. Oh, my Lord we laughed so hard and for just about all of the movie's 87 minute running time. I can't remember the last time a movie made me laugh this hard. It's easily the funniest movie I've seen since The 40 Year Old Virgin, and it's arguably even funnier than that. Wendy says she doesn't think she's ever laughed this hard at a movie.

Now, fair warning … this is not a movie for everyone. It's vulgar, profane and extremely offensive by just about any standard. One scene in particular, involving a naked fight in hotel, is simultaneously disgusting, horrifying and so funny that I had a hard time breathing because I couldn't stop laughing. This is the kind of movie that makes me always remember the first time I saw it. Borat really does live up to the hype.

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Friday, March 09, 2007

 

Blogroll Additions And Creepy-Good Websites



I wouldn't blame anyone who called me an outright liar when I claim that I'm really trying to keep my blogroll from growing beyond manageability, as it has done in the past. I just keep coming across good stuff and I keep adding it.

Three new blogs go in today. One of them is from MCF's blogroll, which isn't surprising. There are quite a few good blogs there, and three of them are by bloggers who know MCF in real life. I've been reading Rey and Jerry for a while now, and for the past several weeks I've been enjoying B13, too. His photo-intensive blog is a lot of fun, and among the things I've enjoyed there have been a recent picture of the real Amityville Horror house, a bit of harmless but profane vandalism, and the surest way to my heart, a lovable dog.

Then there are two new daily reads at the National Review, too … and I enjoy them both. One is Planet Gore, dedicated to the former VP and his obsession with "climate change." Then there's the Hillary Spot, where the good folks at NR keep an eye on the Great Satan.

Read them, read them all.

And if you're interested in the upcoming Nine Inch Nails album, you might enjoy my most recent post at MegaMetal. Trent Reznor has apparently authorized the creation of a number of high-concept websites to promote the new album. Year Zero is apparently going to be an abstract "concept" album about government conspiracies and the end of the world, and the new promotional websites are creepy, interesting and fun.

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

 

Burger Mecca



I love hamburgers. Big deal, you're thinking, everybody loves burgers.

You don't understand. I really love burgers. I'd eat burgers every day. Every meal. I've been known to daydream about hamburgers. I lust after burgers. It's really an unhealthy obsession. Even as a teenage boy, if you'd offered me a choice between a half-naked supermodel in a Mustang OR a really good burger … well, I'd have taken the half-naked model in the Mustang, but I'd have resented you for making me choose.


Of course, there's no burger like a homemade, charcoal grilled burger … but most of the burgers I eat are fast food. There used to be a Sagebrush restaurant in the nearest big city, and they had an outstanding half-pound cheeseburger, but they closed a few years ago. Among the burgers available to me on a drive-thru basis in this area, the Hardees Six Dollar Burger is easily the best. That's it, in all it's glory, to the left. Of course, that's a promo pic of the burger … they never look quite that good out of the box, but they come closer than any fast food burger I've ever had. What's more important, they taste good. They taste incredible, in fact. I'd happily run down to the Hardees that's five minutes away and buy one right now, just so I could post a picture of it so you could see what they actually look like out of the box … only problem is, the poor thing would never survive the ride home.

Of course, eating the Six Dollar Burger (which actually cost just under four bucks) is nutritional suicide, but the way I look at it, you only go around once in this life. Nobody lives forever, and when I find myself standing before the throne of judgment, I plan to have ketchup on my shirt.

Now, Hardees is a regional chain. The same restaurant (for all intents and purposes) is called Carl's Jr out west. The parent company manages this marketing juggling act because people are serious about regional loyalty. Nonetheless, the two chains are really one, right down to their virtually identical logos. Go to either one and order the Six Dollar Burger and you'll pay about four bucks for heaven on a bun. I'm always tickled when I see people mention it at their blogs and have to admit that they're surprised at how tasty it is.

As a burger aficionado, I'm fascinated by regional fast food restaurants and I'm always curious to try the local fare when I visit a new area. Of course, for a good burger, you have to search out the locally owned places, the legendary mom-n-pops. What I'm always curious about, though, is the local chain-restaurant burgers. I always want to sample what folks in a given area are likely to take for granted.

When I visited Wendy's family for the first time in Long Island, Wendy indulged my burger lust by taking me to the Good Steer, a locally owned restaurant in Lake Grove. Wendy had always told me about the Cheese Dream, a cheeseburger on the Good Steer's menu that she'd adjudged the greatest burger ever. I couldn't wait to try one, and I had to admit that it was a darn good burger. But what I was really curious about, what I couldn't wait to try, was the world famous White Castle Slider, a legendary chain-restaurant burger that I'd heard about my whole life and never tasted. White Castle, at the time, was my idea of Burger Mecca. It seemed I'd spent my life hearing about the restaurant without ever getting close enough to their North East stomping grounds to actually eat there. Between scenes in Saturday Night Fever and Beastie Boys lyrics, White Castle had taken on legendary proportions in my mind. I could not wait to finally enjoy one of their burgers for myself and see what all the fuss was about.

My first attempt to eat at White Castle was a disaster. On our way to the BQE, leaving Long Island on a Saturday night, we stopped at the first and only White Castle we saw so I could go in and order a Sack Of Ten for the ride home. Simply going through the drive-thru wasn't good enough. I wanted the White Castle experience. And, boy, did I get it. It was like something out of a sitcom. There I stood, wide-eyed southern boy, unable to even get in line. Busy, indifferent Noo Yawkahs pushed past me at a rate of about ten per second, ordering things that weren't even supposed to be on the menu, according to my idea of White Castle. Why, for instance, was fried chicken on the menu? And fish sandwiches? WTF? I finally gave up in disgust and left Long Island without my Sack Of Ten, without my first taste of a Slider, and with more of the "White Castle Experience" than I'd really wanted.

Our second visit to Long Island was more successful. After an evening with Wendy's family, we headed back to our hotel room and passed a White Castle on the way. No big crowd, nothing threatening, so we made our move. We went through the drive-thru and got some Sliders and fries and ate them back at the motel. My verdict: Ehh.

Ever since reality killed my romantic notions about White Castle, my idea of Burger Mecca has been In-N-Out Burger, a chain restaurant out west that's noted for it's simplicity, it's secret off-menu items that you have to order in code, and it supposedly delicious hamburgers. If I ever find my way out west, I look forward to the In-N-Out experience (and you can keep your smart-alleck remarks to yourself).

I recently stumbled across a website dedicated to reviews of regional fast food chains, and I'm titillated to see that the In-N-Out review is a rave. That's good because it kinda confirms that the In-N-Out phenomenon isn't exclusive to those West Coasters who have made it a local favorite.

I have to admit, though, that I'm daunted by some of the secret-code orders. The menu itself is very simple, offering only a hamburger, a cheeseburger, and a "double double." However, if you know how to phrase it, I'm told that you can get much more. Order a "4x4" and you'll get a burger with four patties and four slices of cheese. Order a 5x5 and it's five patties and five slices. You can apparently take the numbers up as high as you want. Here's an article (complete with pictures) about a guy ordering, receiving, and eating a 20x20. And apparently, judging from the picture to the right, if you order a 100x100, the good folks at In-N-Out will darn sure serve one up.

Maybe "Burger Mecca" isn't really the way to think about In-N-Out Burger. Maybe a better analogy is this one: If burgers are heroin, In-N-Out is Amsterdam.

Today's burger musing was indirectly inspired by MCF, who set my mind reeling by merely mentioning the Roy Rogers fast food chain.

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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

 

Another Perilous Adventure



I couldn't come up with answers (or, rather, questions) for MCF's previous Perilous! Read this blog entry and you might feel that I couldn't come up with anything for the current edition of Perilous! either.


1. That’s much too long.
Why hasn't MCF read Green Eggs And Ham?


2. Using a nail and surprising simian-like agility.
By what method does Jerry hang pictures?


3. “Not the bang!”
What did MCF say when the barber prepared to cut the hair above his eyes?


4. A job.
What ruins an otherwise lovely weekday?


5. Forget anyone else is there.
If you have terrible gas on a crowded bus, what's the best thing to do?


6. Because he’s so dark and likes dirty laundry.
Why does MCF refer to B13 as "Dark Dirty Laundry Boy?"


7. Two wheels.
What is the only thing that MCF's bike lacks to make it the coolest bike on the street?


8. He might not.
If MCF challenged Rey to a dance-off, would he take the challenge seriously?



9. It’s the first gig of the season.
If Google Image Search can be trusted, what's going on in the picture to the right?


10. At a student art exhibit in college.
Where did MCF first display this remarkable expressionist self portrait?

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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

 

Jimmy Page Will Save Rock And Roll



Thanks to the Governor, who clued me in to the pending salvation of Rock And Roll at the hands of, of course, Jimmy Page:
GWYNEDD, WALES—Calling it the planet's last, best hope for saving rock music, the Guardians of the Protectorate of Rock announced Monday that they would take the extraordinary step of unleashing a never-before-heard Jimmy Page riff, hidden for decades in a mythic, impenetrable vault.

We who believe in the immortality of rock took a vow 30 years ago that we would never release this incredibly powerful force unless we faced a Day of Reckoning—and that day has come," said Black Sabbath guitarist Tony Iommi...

...While Iommi refused to say when the vault would be opened, hard rock sources believe it will take place just prior to next month's Fall Out Boy–Honda Civic tour, which many fear will suck the remaining lifeblood from all that still rocks.

Here's hoping that a new vault will be built ... and that Panic at the Disco, Fall Down Boy, My Chemical Romance and Nickleback will be rounded up, locked inside it, and never allowed out again.

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Monday, March 05, 2007

 

Christina Aguilera And Dee Snyder



I just thought that the similarities were worth pointing out.

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What Is Lent, Anyway?



Hat tip to the Cubicle Reverend, who found this fun, funny and informative little ecumenical "conversation" about the nature of Lent.



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Wake-Up Call



Drowsy? This video oughta get your eyes open again.

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Sunday, March 04, 2007

 

1968



I saw this as a meme at a blog I was reading earlier. It's kinda cool. Go to You Tube and type the year you were born into the search bar, and then post a few of the videos at your blog.

I found some neat stuff from my birth year, 1969.

Here's a truly weird commercial for the truly sweet '68 Mustang:


You're not gonna find a bigger Johnny Cash fan than yours truly, here ... and I enjoyed the following clip from 1968 of Johnny performing Ring Of Fire on TV with the Tennessee Three and the Carters (I'm pretty sure) on background vocals. Nonetheless, Johnny was clearly hopped up on some kind of pills. Note the way his hand jump all over that guitar, doing everything except playing the darn thing:


How about the Red Soviet Army, showing off a bit in Moscow?


It's no secret that I'm not a John Lennon fan, and this '68 clip is as good a bit of evidence as any as to why I don't like the guy. These words, coming from Lennon, would probably be touted by most as brilliant ... but put Mike Myers in a shag wig and have him deliver these same words with the same accent and people would realize that it's pure comedy: "Don't write pop songs and do that and do that, everything you do is the same thing, so do it the same way."


Even 38 years ago, drugs were baaaad neeeews, man. About a minute in you'll see a woman holding a spray-paint can and a cigarette, dancing. She is easily the most wonderful human being I've ever seen.

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Saturday, March 03, 2007

 

Just One



MCF posted this meme. As a pretty verbose guy, I considered it a challenge. The concept is simple ... presented with thirty-five questions, I have to answer them, limiting myself to one-word answers.

1. Where is your cell phone?
Coat.

2. Your girlfriend?
Wife.

3. Your hair?
Thinning.

4. Your mother?
Workaholic.

5. Your father?
Dead.

6. Your favorite thing?
Music.

7. Your dream last night?
Fear.

8. Your favorite drink?
Coffee.

9. What?
Huh?

10. The room you're in?
Family.

11. Your ex?
Buddy.

12. Your fears?
Unemployment.

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
Better.

14. Who did you hang out with last night?
Family.

15. What you're not?
Elitist.

16. Muffins?
Sure.

17. One of your wish list items?
Truck.

18. Where you grew up?
Virginia.

19. The last thing you did?
Play.

20. What are you wearing?
Clothes.

21. Your TV?
On.

22. Your pet?
Dogs.

23. Your computer?
Aging.

24. Your life?
Aging.

25. Your mood?
Relaxed.

26. Missing?
Nah.

27. What are you thinking about right now?
Visit.

28.Your car?
Van.

29. Your personality?
Curmudgeon.

30. Your Summer?
Gardenless.

31. Your relationship status?
Wed.

32. Your favorite color?
Black.

33. When is the last time you laughed?
Moments.

34. Last time you cried?
Stress.

35. School?
Please.

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Thursday, March 01, 2007

 

ROBBED!



The only word I can come up with to describe how I feel after finally finishing Splinter Cell: Double Agent is ROBBED. This is easily the weakest of the four Splinter Cell games, and I can say that with some authority because I've played and beaten them all.

The graphics look good, I have to admit. Even on the last gen Xbox, the game looks great:



And the game play is the same outstanding stealth action I've loved since the first game ... but my complaints are substantial and I'm emphatic about them.

For starters, the game is short. Nine levels, something like twelve hours of gameplay. The previous four games were all about twelve levels, plus downloadable bonus levels through Xbox live. Just nine short ones this time, however.

Then, there's the game story. I have to admit, I really enjoy the Splinter Cell pathos and I get involved in the story and the characters. This game featured the franchises weakest story ... the only story I'd genuinely describe as just plain weak.

The worst thing about the story, though, is that the whole game is really just a setup for Splinter Cell 5, an upcoming Xbox 360 exclusive.

I do not have an Xbox 360 and I don't plan to buy one, so I'm screwed.

On a one to ten scale, Splinter Cell: Double Agent is a 7 at best.

For the record, the third game in the franchise, Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, is the best. The story is great, the gameplay is fantastic, great graphics, great sound, great controls, great, great, great. Chaos Theory is the one to get. It's a solid 10.

Not that you need get just one. The first game and second one, Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow, are both outstanding. They're nines. They'd be tens if the third game wasn't so flat-out perfect.

So I've spent most of my free time (which is precious) over the past month playing a game that I didn't find fulfilling ... and yet I'm still enough of a Splinter Cell addict that I'm looking forward to the movie.

I know. I'm pathetic.

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