don’t worry, i’m fine. no net access at home just yet (i ordered a wireless card for my laptop today — the wifi revolution is here!), and an actual workload this last week have just kept me a little too busy to write during the day, that’s all. so if the load goes down or my connection at home goes up you’ll hear a lot more soon. and maybe i’ll put up some pictures of my sweet new apartment which i spent all weekend arranging just right and making feel like home.

but a modern hipster’s home is not home until it’s connected to the internet, now is it.

[now hearing this: the only slightly late but understandably so pay day song, light years will burn, which is off ozma’s new cd. i’ll explain why i picked this in my next spectacular post, just you wait.]

resolving tenant/landlord issues has got to be the most annoying and stress-causing thing i’ve come across. no, i didn’t take a picture or send a notarized letter regarding the hairline cracks in the window and loose strands in your 10-year-old carpet when i moved in, so naturally i’d love to pay for those problems now that i’m moving out. it’s going to be like paying another month’s rent, only without any benefit to me whatsoever!

i’ve been moving and worrying for the past week, so i am feeling awful. i think the anxiety may have caused me to get an eye infection but i’m going to give it another day to see if it’s just that my tension has simply caused my eyeballs to want to burst and not the result of any foreign bodies making their home there. i don’t feel like i have a home at the moment because the old place is empty and the new place isn’t really unpacked yet. i just want to go home and sleep more because i had a really nice dream last night i wish i hadn’t awakened from so early on in it’s progression.

[exhale.]

seeing ted leo last night was pretty fun though.

this one’s a little overdue because i was hoping to pair it up with league of extraordinary gentlemen for a summer blockbuster comparison, but with the moving out process, that excursion just doesn’t seem to be happening. so we’ll just get down to it.



the pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl – 5 stars (out of 5)

what can i say, i love pirates. but no, i can say more than that, because i didn’t just like this so much because pirates is my favorite ride at disneyland and i still have a jolly roger flying from atop the lamp stand in my bedroom. i liked this movie because as everyone else who remarks on this film has stated, johnny depp plays a deliciously enjoyable scoundrel of a character. he’s funny and eccentric and smooth and daring all at different moments, with such a rich personality that every moment he’s on screen i was smiling. then there’s the excellent geoffrey rush who had less screen time to work with but is just a cool actor across the board. good swordfighting sequences, fun ship battles, an adventurous story that wasn’t a facile excuse for action scenes but a real plot i was really compelled by . . . it was fun the whole time through. extra points awarded for using CGI to add special touches and not to support your whole film (hear that, matrix?), and a ravishing romantic lead in keira knightly i certainly would have died at sea for as well. if the dvd is out by christmas then put it on my list.

(my only complaint is the title is too long. but does it suggest a sequel? i may be able to forgive in that case.)

and a few from my recent netflixin’:

o brother, where art thou? – 5 stars

i’m not going to pretend that i don’t have a non-sexual crush on the cohen brothers already after the big lebowski and miller’s crossing, but this only cemented it even more. i swear to god if i could write a script like that, even if no one ever produced the movie, i would be happy just creating something so delightfully vernacular and fun. in all three of these, i just love hearing words come out of the characters’ mouths, every line is so expertly crafted. excellent appearances by john goodman in this one too, plus excellent uses of the phrase ‘olde tyme’ — pronounced in three syllables of course. you know what, why don’t we just rename this list of reviews “brian’s early christmas list”.

secretary – 4 stars

if i were going to break down and resort to decimal ratings — which i’m not — i’d put this at 4 and a half, but it was just a little bit disturbing to give a full five. don’t get me wrong, the creepiness was definitely part of what made it a great movie, i admit that for sure. i was squirming in my chair watching it until it dawned on me that this was simply a love story, and a good one. the movie is funny and endearing while it’s unsettling, but in the end it’s still just a new twist on a romance film. and i think part of the accomplishment here is daring you to accept it as just that, which i’m just about okay doing after digesting it. still, it gets that point (or half a point) off because james spader whispers all his lines which drives me insane.

[now hearing this: recoverceci n’est pas recover.]

my housemate (for the next week at least) wrote a pretty great essay/journal entry on the RIAA problems and digital piracy. i can’t imagine writing something that long on this page, so i’ll just condense my thoughts down to this, as several of my housemates have agreed: i just like to try before i buy.

i don’t see why downloading a few mp3’s is any different than a test drive really. who would buy a car without testing it out? why should i buy a cd without getting a feel for what it’s going to be like? and you can’t trust just a single song, because the rest of the album could be crap, just like you can’t trust only seeing the car from the outside, because it could drive like a schoolbus.

wait, new idea: i’m gonna start a band called ‘drive like a schoolbus’ and when our hit cd comes out i’ll sue your ass for sharing mp3’s and get even richer. i can’t wait!

if you know me very well, you may be wondering if the idea of a new sandman collection coming out is enough to make me wet myself with excitement.

well let me put your fears to rest and say you have nothing to worry about; although i do not envy whoever’s job it is to mop up the floor of whichever comic book store i decide to visit when it actually comes out in september.

[now hearing this: a stream of the new fountains of wayne. it’s so something, i just haven’t decided what yet.]

after a glorious year here at the robot house, we are all moving on to new places by the end of our lease this month. naturally to commemorate this disruption necessitated by finishing college, we had to throw our last disruptive college party. no themes, no fliers, and probably less than half the crowd than the last couple parties — this one was for us. i was telling my friend joe beforehand that i didn’t even care about the crowd that showed up; i just wanted to come home from the spoon show (which was pretty fun) and get outrageously drunk with my best friends before we move out.

mission accomplished. more tequila than i really needed, and a flowing keg as well, plus with fewer people there was no danger of shortages and i was pretty happy in no time. i had more fun at this party than at probably any other one this semester. and luckily digital devices were there to capture it.

then later in the night, after such highlights as sing-alongs, an all-house round of shots (including our non-drinking roommate!), and a girl’s hand catching on fire (yes, for real), me and joe decided for some reason to start wrestling in the back yard. i have no recollection why but i do remember a few little details such as his request that i get him an indie rock t-shirt before we got any further into it. perhaps we were fighting over whether or not postal service was better than death cab for cutie, or perhaps we were just really drunk. i do remember slinging scenester insults at him to the tune of “just give up and go home to listen to bright eyes”. mostly i remember laughing hysterically while it went on for a good 10 or 15 minutes. nor did i seem concerned at all with the fact that our back yard is gravel and i was getting scraped up, covered in dust, and splashed with beer from trying to drink between tackles. for documentation, see the photos below. and afterward, no hard feelings, just more laughing and drinking. great, great, can’t-believe-that-was-the-last-one-it-was-so-great time

oh and that last one was long before the drunken wrestling when i was still stylish and suave and communicating via magic mindbeams with josh. we’re sexy like that.

[now hearing this: ozma – ‘spending time’.]

i don’t know if this was nationwide news or not, but some poor confused old man drove his car through a crowd of people in santa monica at full speed and injured over 50 people, killing i think 8 of them. it’s a pretty terrible story, especially after you look at the photos.

one of my coworkers was out of the office at a shoot right down the block from there and said he actually saw some of the bodies. ugh. how can there not be a better way to make sure elderly drivers are still capable of driving safely? i’m sure this old man wasn’t a murderer, but it’s just so unfortunate that someone buying fruit yesterday is dead because someone else couldn’t think straight, even if it wasn’t age-related.

holy animated crap am i ever going to go see this.

an animation festival produced by don hertzfeldt and mike judge? yes please!

(i sure post a lot when i have nothing to do at work.)

“you’ve tried everything else — now give GOD a try!”

advertisejesus.com

i saw one of their bus benches on the way to work today. i don’t remember which bible passage it was, but i did remember their catchy domain name. i realize the animated gifs are pretty nice (how do they do that reflected wavy thing of jesus on the water? brilliant!), but they sort of make christianity seem like a pyramid scheme.

(i initially posted this on robot house but thought others would enjoy it here. i felt a little guilty repeating links and i had to confess up front.)