Friday, April 28, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
...and now, i've got this talking dinosaur in my back yard (named "henry," no less).
...and now, i've got this talking dinosaur in my back yard. (named "henry," no less.)
Sunday, April 16, 2006
but there is a stark difference between those incriminatingly bad stories i wrote and the delicately crafted works of italo calvino (outside of the obvious parameter known as talent): mr. calvino's stories have something smart people call depth. so in re-reading a few of the stories, i've come to realize that i, in my laziness, never really put a book down after reading it and ask myself, "now, what was that about?" and "how does this book effect my life? does it?" and when writing about time travel and superheroes, i never think, "what am i trying to tell people with this?" i just like the thought of talking dinosaurs.
i was talking to graham of iron cobra last week, who mentioned he was reading mr. calvino's if on a winter's night a traveler; since i wasn't currently reading anything seriously (i had started to reread u2 at the end of the world, one of my favorite books) it got me wanting to return to mr. calvino and see if i couldn't use some smarts and read this like an adult. i'm about a quarter of the way through.
when awesome; i fucking shot that! started i was a little concerned about the confuse-o-vision editing of all those cameras together; i kept wondering if i could take this were i an epileptic. but the movie's balance of editing and storytelling, the switch between the hand-held fan cams and the "clearly expensive" cams, plus the stage show itself -- wow!
when the stagehands wheel the wedding band set out onto the stage with everyone dressed in nasty tuxes, it's awesome. intergalactic in the audience? mix master mike wreckin' the decks? doug e fresh? ben stiller seen singing along? this movie was great (much more engaging than the neil young movie i saw a few weeks ago; although the case can be made that the two disparate music styles cannot accomodate comparison, i believe that the mr. young's movie could have been better if it wasn't shot in that boring old stock-footage-y way most concert movies are filmed in) and makes me want to try them live again...
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Place. A spotlight dawns on our hero. The pizza delivery man. He is in his uniform and lifts a pizza aloft with his hand. He looks serious and his outfit is as meticulously put together as it can be.
SPENCER. Not to be too self…self-bigging, or anything, but I’m a pretty darn good delivery driver. I know that might not mean much to you, but there’s not too much else I’m good at. I never could read too well. Hate math. Except pizza math. That’s what I call it: pizza math. Someone calls, and if I take it, I can figure out how much your order is. It’s because I see the same figures all the time. So it’s not like I’m really doing math, I guess. It’s just remembering things. And that’s something I do well. I remember things. Very well. So I’m gonna tell you about something that happened here. Here in Ellensburg. It’s not gonna make sense, maybe, but it happened. [At this point, someone painfully, quietly, and very very slowly, begins to crawl from O.R. It’s a woman, and she’s been bloodied and seems as if she’s making the last moves of her life. She continues to crawl while SPENCER talks, but he makes no mention of her or even acts as if he notices. She crawls towards SPENCER and will arrive to him as the monologue ends.] Little Big Stan’s Pizza and Subs is the best in the county. And I’m not just saying that because I work for him. Every single pizza place that’s come since Little Big Stan’s opened up has gone under. There was the Pizza Shack. They were the first. There was Main Street Pizza. They had a special running once, like, two-for-one pizzas on Saturdays. Didn’t matter. Even Domino’s tried coming in, and that didn’t work one bit. So you might say, “well, the town must be really traditional and hate newcomers and, like, throw rocks at Starbucks.” But it’s not like that. Little Big Stan’s is just the best. New York-style pizza, real thin crust. The sauce has a little bit of a kick to it without being too much. Stan gets the mozzarella from a local guy, which adds to the specialness. No. Unity of it. That’s…not it. What’s that word? The…something of it. It’s… [Shrugs.] There’s a Pizza Hut the next town over, in
chuck -- harlequins' president -- producing his vision.
lauren, heather, and mookie begin rehearsing.