Tryptophan Hangover (I Don't Want To Get Over)
Hullo, Molies, so nice to be back from the Turkstravaganza, several pounds grossly fatter from stuffing my stupid face, and chuck (chock?) fulla stuff to discuss. Yes, I did venture forth (or fifth even) from the MoleHole and fly West to the mythical land of Indiana, home of David Letterman, Dan Quayle, and the immortal Joyce DeWitt (as well as, for the time being, my parents.) Many a strange thing did I see there, and many a tale of adventure and intrigue do I have to tell, but instead, here's this crap:
ITEM! The coolest thing happening in Indiana right now is the Lord of the Rings exhibit at the Indiana State Museum (which is an entire museum about Indiana -- in Indiana! Go figure.) This very well done show was created by the Museum of New Zealand (which is an entire museum about -- oh, never mind) with actual stuff from the actual Peter Jackson movies. So you get to see the actual clothes Viggo Mortenson wore as Aragorn (and he actually mended and kept them up himself), the nine rings of the Nazgul, the full body armor of Sauron, lotsa cool blades and stuff, and the actual One Ring To Rule Them All (safely encased in a lucite tube to keep you from giving in to the Dark Side of the Matrix or whatever). If you're in the neighborhood, do check it out, its there at least through the Christmas holidays -- no word on whether it's going anywhere after that.
ITEM! If you weren't aware, I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia. Okay, just kidding, but I might be the Moses of Exurbia. As such, I am here to bestow upon you the latest Green Day stuff. A couplea things, first of all, Bullet in a Bible is out, and the Moleson, for whom GD is something of a religion, says it is very good -- perhaps even Awesome. Soundwise, the live disc sounds great and if you're a fan and dont already have it, where the heck are you? For the more adventurous, however, you should head for www.americanedit.net, where amidst some mildly amusing stuff about a fictitious Vegas lounge singer named Dean Grey (think about it, say it out loud, spoonerize it) is a rather clever and in some places brilliant mashup/remix of the entire American Idiot album. This is by the same guy, DJ Party Ben, who put together the ingenious Boulevard of Broken Songs, which is one of the tracks for American Edit. The opening track, American Jesus, mashes up the first two songs on Idiot and manages to work in Smokey Robinson's Tears of a Clown and Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire. A later track manages to turn Wake Me Up When September Ends and the Eagles' Your Lyin' Eyes into something really spiffy. Lots there, downloading will take time, but fun if you like that sorta thing.
ITEM! Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire -- all I can say is, any movie where the teenager in the car has to explain away the parts you didnt like by saying, "Well, see, in the book, it happened like this...." was not written well. Suffice it to say Goblet runs in the tradition of Azkaban, darker and less wooden emotionally than the first two, but is not as good, and is in fact rather flat in the midparts (and we all know how painful that can be, dont we, boys?) Lots of the more interesting characters are relegated to supporting bits (I think Alan Rickman has like four lines in the whole thing) and the teenage love story part of it gets very dull very fast. Bring back Cuaron for the next one, or better yet, hire Terry Gilliam. I give it three out of five, or whatever.
Thats all for now, True Believers -- some comic book rants soon but I have to read through the pile. Peace.
ITEM! The coolest thing happening in Indiana right now is the Lord of the Rings exhibit at the Indiana State Museum (which is an entire museum about Indiana -- in Indiana! Go figure.) This very well done show was created by the Museum of New Zealand (which is an entire museum about -- oh, never mind) with actual stuff from the actual Peter Jackson movies. So you get to see the actual clothes Viggo Mortenson wore as Aragorn (and he actually mended and kept them up himself), the nine rings of the Nazgul, the full body armor of Sauron, lotsa cool blades and stuff, and the actual One Ring To Rule Them All (safely encased in a lucite tube to keep you from giving in to the Dark Side of the Matrix or whatever). If you're in the neighborhood, do check it out, its there at least through the Christmas holidays -- no word on whether it's going anywhere after that.
ITEM! If you weren't aware, I'm the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia. Okay, just kidding, but I might be the Moses of Exurbia. As such, I am here to bestow upon you the latest Green Day stuff. A couplea things, first of all, Bullet in a Bible is out, and the Moleson, for whom GD is something of a religion, says it is very good -- perhaps even Awesome. Soundwise, the live disc sounds great and if you're a fan and dont already have it, where the heck are you? For the more adventurous, however, you should head for www.americanedit.net, where amidst some mildly amusing stuff about a fictitious Vegas lounge singer named Dean Grey (think about it, say it out loud, spoonerize it) is a rather clever and in some places brilliant mashup/remix of the entire American Idiot album. This is by the same guy, DJ Party Ben, who put together the ingenious Boulevard of Broken Songs, which is one of the tracks for American Edit. The opening track, American Jesus, mashes up the first two songs on Idiot and manages to work in Smokey Robinson's Tears of a Clown and Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire. A later track manages to turn Wake Me Up When September Ends and the Eagles' Your Lyin' Eyes into something really spiffy. Lots there, downloading will take time, but fun if you like that sorta thing.
ITEM! Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire -- all I can say is, any movie where the teenager in the car has to explain away the parts you didnt like by saying, "Well, see, in the book, it happened like this...." was not written well. Suffice it to say Goblet runs in the tradition of Azkaban, darker and less wooden emotionally than the first two, but is not as good, and is in fact rather flat in the midparts (and we all know how painful that can be, dont we, boys?) Lots of the more interesting characters are relegated to supporting bits (I think Alan Rickman has like four lines in the whole thing) and the teenage love story part of it gets very dull very fast. Bring back Cuaron for the next one, or better yet, hire Terry Gilliam. I give it three out of five, or whatever.
Thats all for now, True Believers -- some comic book rants soon but I have to read through the pile. Peace.
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