What is a movie that I absolutely must see?

The Humans Are Dead - Flight of the Conchords

Bucket List #348:

  • Become as unabashedly awesome as these guys.
Daniel & Molly

Daniel & Molly

So You Think You Can Dance

The show (aforementioned) is a lost anomaly in my mind. I have gotten as far as comprehending in the hazy mist that it represents a high point in televised physical art, but past that its appeal falls dead. As its limp corpse falls against me (yet just before rigor mortis sets in), I can only gaze on in mildly disappointed ennui. Not appalled by the spectacle, by any means, I find it as visually appealing as the next blogger, I figure that I am just not as compelled as the next viewer…

Or maybe (just maybe), my already-frail ego is shattered to tiny tiny bits by the sheer Godfather-like panache being put on display for all to see. There is, however, a simple fix to this.

I wish to, only briefly, re-title the series in a variety of deprecating ways. As follows:

  • So You Think You Can Prance
  • So You Think You Can Just Trot About Like That
  • So You Think You Can Be the Biggest Twat on the Judging Panel

Ahhh, much better.

Carry on.

Nary taking three clicks in my web browser upon returning home, I find myself lost in the mystical (& mythical, more on that later) land of facebook, trying to explain to a dear friend that her fiancee is not a D&D nerd, but merely exploring a new route of self-discovery.

I will let your broad imagination linger a bit, venturing a guess as to how that went.

Roadtrip - Sequel to the Award-Winning “Airports” Post

Let us pretend for a single, euphoric moment that I wrote one of those casual, friendly, utterly brilliant-type blogs that people actually cared about. (Let us also pretend that my life is a gameshow involving useless trivia, marshmallow fluff and is hosted by Alex Trebek.)

Now that’s over (and my inner blog-mind has stopped screaming “WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”), and I have dutifully resigned myself to being your humble life-blogger (with some pictures for reference), let me write about something you may enjoy. 

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Why is it that in fantasy settings, elves are always peace-loving woodland creatures who use bows, dwarves always have braided beards and swing axes, and humans are always self-righteous pricks? Why has this become the “fantasy standard”?

Thoughts of Flying from an Urban Traveler

Flying home today (a whole state down-wards), I came to realize that despite how versed I am in the methods and rituals of air-travel, I really have become the stereotypical Portland urban traveler. I wear high-top converse and plaid whenever possible. I have a Chrome messenger bag. I habitually carry a moleskine in my back pocket (you know, just in case). Because of all this, however, I feel as if I am granted a very specific and unique view of airports. Kind of like I’m part of a very exclusive club, reserved only for the finest in low-budget foot-travel. Here is a list of observations that were written in the meanwhile.

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meaghano: mcnallyjackson: “We need to teach people to love. All of the students shouldn’t be doing things that their parents tell them to do and that their politicians tell them to do. They should go to the library and teach themselves. The library should be the center of their life—because the library is the most important love center. There you can get a free education and you can become yourself. You become your teacher. You don’t need a teacher. You need yourself to teach yourself…And my advice to all you students there is get the hell out of there and do it.” The skyped-in Ray Bradbury at our event on Tuesday. aww this is both creepy and wonderful!

meaghano:

mcnallyjackson:

“We need to teach people to love. All of the students shouldn’t be doing things that their parents tell them to do and that their politicians tell them to do. They should go to the library and teach themselves. The library should be the center of their life—because the library is the most important love center. There you can get a free education and you can become yourself. You become your teacher. You don’t need a teacher. You need yourself to teach yourself…And my advice to all you students there is get the hell out of there and do it.” The skyped-in Ray Bradbury at our event on Tuesday.

aww this is both creepy and wonderful!

Dry The River - Bible Belt

(via WatchListenTell)

For the past month or so now I’ve been diving (literally, spelunking) into videos on Vimeo and YouTube made with the Canon 5D MkII. Between that and an H4n Zoom mic, the potential is virtually endless.

O, How Full the Circle has Come. Growing up, I have some very vivid memories of reading The Incredible Worlds of Wally McDoogle by Bill Myers. Wally McDoogle is that kind of series that mixes humor with a life I could relate to, and still blends in all those little moral lessons that I would eventually remember later in life. It centers itself around Wally McDoogle, the titular “walking disaster area,” a kid just trying to get through life so he can go to college and be a screenwriter.  For years I enjoyed the books, loving every minute of the first-person perspective, self-deprecating humor and the sheer unpredictability of the short stories Wally would write throughout each book. These were the books that taught me it was okay to write in the first person, have dork-oid best friends and learn from those ridiculous times in life.  Eventually, of course, I forgot about the books, moved on with life. I got different interests- art, music, programming, biking, hockey, fencing… life happened. I had detached myself entirely from my childhood in an alarming rate- trying to find myself, I suppose, wherever it turns out that I went. Then, towards the end of my freshman year here at college, I realized, “Wait, I’m going to college to be a screenwriter. I write in the first-person on an almost-daily basis. I have dork-oid friends. I am Wally McDoogle.” And I suddenly remembered how much they affected me, and I still love every minute of it. Now, if only I can find friends named Opera and Wall Street, I’ll be set for life.

O, How Full the Circle has Come.

Growing up, I have some very vivid memories of reading The Incredible Worlds of Wally McDoogle by Bill Myers. Wally McDoogle is that kind of series that mixes humor with a life I could relate to, and still blends in all those little moral lessons that I would eventually remember later in life. It centers itself around Wally McDoogle, the titular “walking disaster area,” a kid just trying to get through life so he can go to college and be a screenwriter. 

For years I enjoyed the books, loving every minute of the first-person perspective, self-deprecating humor and the sheer unpredictability of the short stories Wally would write throughout each book. These were the books that taught me it was okay to write in the first person, have dork-oid best friends and learn from those ridiculous times in life. 

Eventually, of course, I forgot about the books, moved on with life. I got different interests- art, music, programming, biking, hockey, fencing… life happened. I had detached myself entirely from my childhood in an alarming rate- trying to find myself, I suppose, wherever it turns out that I went. Then, towards the end of my freshman year here at college, I realized, “Wait, I’m going to college to be a screenwriter. I write in the first-person on an almost-daily basis. I have dork-oid friends. I am Wally McDoogle.”

And I suddenly remembered how much they affected me, and I still love every minute of it.

Now, if only I can find friends named Opera and Wall Street, I’ll be set for life.

The Curse

I am convinced that I have this curse upon my life- wherein I am in a constant state of just barely not fitting any clothes that I purchase. Even if I spend twenty minutes making darn well sure that they’re my size, and even if I try them on in the store. For example, I bought a pack of three medium black undershirts the other day. I checked the package a whole three times before I hit the register to make sure it said “medium” in its big, bold letters next to the slightly unnatural-looking man who seems pleased with himself for no other reason than that he is wearing Hanes.

Yesterday I open the package and pull out the first black t-shirt.

“Oh,” I say, “This is a large.”

Haven - How do I feel about it? Well, I still don’t really know. It’s a SyFy Channel production that’s like a mix between X-Men, LOST and CSI, taking place in Maine. It’s like a mutant lobster salad for television. 

Haven - How do I feel about it?

Well, I still don’t really know. It’s a SyFy Channel production that’s like a mix between X-Men, LOST and CSI, taking place in Maine. It’s like a mutant lobster salad for television.