Sunday, March 15, 2009

MegaCon: simple & to the point

Really, these photos pretty much sum up Orlando's MegaCon.

Actually, there were a shitload of teenagers leading each other around by these stupid leashes, but I didn't get any photos of that. So just pretend there's a photo of some unhygienic dipshit 14 year olds with chains around their necks, holding "FREE HUG" signs and stuffing their faces full of soft pretzel from the concession stand.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Austin, eh?

Wow, so someone in Austin is into this blog. You're here like, every day!

Does Austin get humid or is it more of a dry heat in the summer?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tabloids Pt II

Damned if I didn't call it. In a post dated November 4th, 2008 (where I shared my favorite, creepy tabloid covers documenting their sick obsession with celebrity babies) I said, "the idea of Shilo and Suri cavorting together is OK's biggest possible wetdream"


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I am becoming less and less inclined to go see 'Watchmen' and have Zack Snyder ruin that book for me. The more I hear-- which is surprisingly vague, but negative-- the more I don't want to see it.

I took my hard-earned money to see 'Coraline' instead; now that is a decision I can be happy with. Some have pooh-poohed the character design, but I go on record now saying they are super mega-wrong. I just really like it. I was equally impressed with it as I was the tiny costumes (they were knitted!), the tiny sets, the background, and the superb animation. Not a bit of it disappointed me.

I owe a post to MegaCon; I will probably get around to it later tonight, now that I've actually thought of it. Been back a week and I haven't reported at all, save for a Facebook photo album.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The Fisher King

A twelve year old probably doesn't understand Terry Gilliam so well. Or at least, that's what I would assume at 29. I saw a trailer for 'The Fisher King' when I was 12, and was so impatient to see it-- it was rated R-- I bought the movie novelization, and read it intently during study hall in school. I loved the story, and re-read it, envisioning the story the best I could. It may well have been borne out of a great like for Robin Williams, or perhaps of a budding love of Monty Python, but I wrung my hands until the title was released on VHS, at which point, I immediately watched it. My parents reasoned that I'd already read the book-- and I assured them there was no sex--so they allowed me to watch it. All the same, I remained scandalized at the full-frontal nude scene of Robin Williams' although to his credit, his intense body hair obscured anything obscene that a twelve year old would have no business seeing.

The video was returned upon its due date, and over the years I rented it again and again, finally owning the copy in college. I started using it as a litmus test of sorts with friends and boyfriends; it remained my favorite movie-- was it New York? The composition of shots?-- and it became important that people knew it. It's like that scene in 'High Fidelity'; it's not what you're like. It's what you like.

The scene above is my favorite scene of the movie, or maybe of any movie. It's because the scene imbued me with a sense of wonder at twelve that still persists today. I saw it the first time and just wanted to go to Grand Central Terminal, where it was filmed. And everytime I pass through it today, I think of that scene. My real life experiences in that space are nowhere as beautiful or seemingly effortless, but I still look up at that clock in the Main Concourse and think of that scene.