A Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy
Thursday, May 27, 2004
New URL
I've officially switched my url to http://awretchedhive.blogspot.com. Go there from now I. The power of Christ compels you.
Jimmy Crack Corn... and I don't like musicals
It still baffles me the interest level in the nouveau-Star-Search,
pretentiously called "American Idol". Apparently, someone
vaingloriously named Fantasia won
the contest last night. When my girlfriend had the clicker the other
night I was subjected to about 10 minutes of the show. Seriously, this
is quality programming? I will aver from expressing contempt towards
people who revere and/or buy the products shoveled out by theses shows,
and just chalk it up to one of those things I am not conditioned or
programmed to appreciate.
That list has included, for many years, any and all manner of musicals. I've never been able to appreciate musicals in any form. For those minor musical movies I admit are classics and I quote from, such as Willy Wonka and Chocolate Factory, technology comes to the rescue. Through the miracle of DVD I jump over the dancing/singing scenes so I can enjoy the twisted humor and sharp dialogue.
Coincidentally, the other night I also (forced, could not acquire remote) watched about 20 minutes of Chicago, purported to be a top-notch musical on film. Again, I just couldn't maintain much of a passing interest in the routines. The conversation good and the plot seemed pretty interesting, but when the characters would break into song in the middle of dialogue, for me it would bring the film to a screeching halt.
The best way for me to explain what I mean is to make a parallel to science-fiction. In the genre of these movies there is an ability each viewer must possess to fully enjoy the films, and that is suspension of disbelief. What this means, in short, is that the viewer must be able to put aside his/her doubts about the validity of the technological devices or bizarre characters being seen in the film and just accept that these things or characters are 'real'. Failure to do this will seriously impair the viewer from getting all the enjoyment out of the film.
To illustrate (I have time on my hands and I feel like it, so there), let's use an example from AN EXCELLENT FILM called Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. Roll your eyes if you must, but you might learn something here about yourself. Now, if someone watching the film observes him/herself that 'lightspeed' is physically impossible, or at least beyond our present comprehension, and that fact sticks in their head they won't be paying attention to the film or enjoying it as much. This would be analogous to a student listening to a lecture who gets stuck on one point and starts daydreaming about it, thus ceasing to hear the lecturer for those few minutes.
Or, let's use the more famous example of the beloved and hated Jar Jar Binks. Preconceived notions brought on by contemptable and ridiculous racial reviews of the character might make observing his role in the story difficult because the viewer will be upset or put off by how they are offended that this space alien's voice sounds as if a black man is doing the reading (he is!!!). Whatever the reason, the viewer's mood is soured and he/she is unable to suspend their disbelief about the character. They are jarred from the filmgoing experience (I could have used 'jar-jarred', but I'm not cruel).
And that is what happens to me every time a character inexplicably switches from dialogue to a song. THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE! my mind shouts. And it's too late and I'm thrown for a loop. In other words I am much more able to suspend disbelief, film-wise, that a man can shoot webs out of his wrists than burst into song and dance with 100 strangers on the street.
There is that major problem, but, lo, there's another: the songs themselves. I DON'T LIKE SHOWTUNES IN THEMSELVES. I don't like the songs, I don't have records of them (despite my aversion to musicals, I have heard quite a few numbers in my time -- you can't avoid it), and I don't sing them or like listening to them when driving in a cross-country car trip to get my Sure Thing. I don't remember a time it hasn't been that way, and, like my political convictions, it's not that I don't understand the issue or the concept, it's that I just don't like it or don't agree with it.
The only thing I can expect, and hope to in turn deliver to everyone I meet or write to, is the same consideration that we are not all of the same fiber, the same genes, the same background, and there is nothing wrong with [most of] us. That I don't like beans or disagree with liberals or Christians doesn't mean that there is something wrong with beans (ha). It just means that opinions are like assholes -- everyone's got one -- and if you respect mine, I'll respect yours.
Unless you like American Idol.
That list has included, for many years, any and all manner of musicals. I've never been able to appreciate musicals in any form. For those minor musical movies I admit are classics and I quote from, such as Willy Wonka and Chocolate Factory, technology comes to the rescue. Through the miracle of DVD I jump over the dancing/singing scenes so I can enjoy the twisted humor and sharp dialogue.
Coincidentally, the other night I also (forced, could not acquire remote) watched about 20 minutes of Chicago, purported to be a top-notch musical on film. Again, I just couldn't maintain much of a passing interest in the routines. The conversation good and the plot seemed pretty interesting, but when the characters would break into song in the middle of dialogue, for me it would bring the film to a screeching halt.
The best way for me to explain what I mean is to make a parallel to science-fiction. In the genre of these movies there is an ability each viewer must possess to fully enjoy the films, and that is suspension of disbelief. What this means, in short, is that the viewer must be able to put aside his/her doubts about the validity of the technological devices or bizarre characters being seen in the film and just accept that these things or characters are 'real'. Failure to do this will seriously impair the viewer from getting all the enjoyment out of the film.
To illustrate (I have time on my hands and I feel like it, so there), let's use an example from AN EXCELLENT FILM called Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. Roll your eyes if you must, but you might learn something here about yourself. Now, if someone watching the film observes him/herself that 'lightspeed' is physically impossible, or at least beyond our present comprehension, and that fact sticks in their head they won't be paying attention to the film or enjoying it as much. This would be analogous to a student listening to a lecture who gets stuck on one point and starts daydreaming about it, thus ceasing to hear the lecturer for those few minutes.
Or, let's use the more famous example of the beloved and hated Jar Jar Binks. Preconceived notions brought on by contemptable and ridiculous racial reviews of the character might make observing his role in the story difficult because the viewer will be upset or put off by how they are offended that this space alien's voice sounds as if a black man is doing the reading (he is!!!). Whatever the reason, the viewer's mood is soured and he/she is unable to suspend their disbelief about the character. They are jarred from the filmgoing experience (I could have used 'jar-jarred', but I'm not cruel).
And that is what happens to me every time a character inexplicably switches from dialogue to a song. THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE! my mind shouts. And it's too late and I'm thrown for a loop. In other words I am much more able to suspend disbelief, film-wise, that a man can shoot webs out of his wrists than burst into song and dance with 100 strangers on the street.
There is that major problem, but, lo, there's another: the songs themselves. I DON'T LIKE SHOWTUNES IN THEMSELVES. I don't like the songs, I don't have records of them (despite my aversion to musicals, I have heard quite a few numbers in my time -- you can't avoid it), and I don't sing them or like listening to them when driving in a cross-country car trip to get my Sure Thing. I don't remember a time it hasn't been that way, and, like my political convictions, it's not that I don't understand the issue or the concept, it's that I just don't like it or don't agree with it.
The only thing I can expect, and hope to in turn deliver to everyone I meet or write to, is the same consideration that we are not all of the same fiber, the same genes, the same background, and there is nothing wrong with [most of] us. That I don't like beans or disagree with liberals or Christians doesn't mean that there is something wrong with beans (ha). It just means that opinions are like assholes -- everyone's got one -- and if you respect mine, I'll respect yours.
Unless you like American Idol.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
If you can't come in her, come on her
Jaquandor posted about a group of Christians whose intent is to lead a modern-day secession.
Seems that these particular zealots want to move to a particular crop
of land, take over, and start its own nation to keep out the heathens.
They have most likely been inspired by Israel's overwhelmingly succesful
and docile independent state, knowing that where the Jews failed they
would succeed thanks to the guiding hand of Jesus who suffered for 2
hours and 11 celluloidal minutes at the actor-Jews' behest.
They have, no doubt, received inspiration from reading scripture. In doing so, must have looked amongst the thousands of pages (depending on how heavy you like your biblical myth) of lore for the proper words, the perfect mantra for a holy cause. After much deliberation, they came up with this quote quote for their website headliner:
They have, no doubt, received inspiration from reading scripture. In doing so, must have looked amongst the thousands of pages (depending on how heavy you like your biblical myth) of lore for the proper words, the perfect mantra for a holy cause. After much deliberation, they came up with this quote quote for their website headliner:
- "Come out of her, my people, so that you will not share in her sins..." - Revelation 18:4
Friday, May 21, 2004
"I Just Got Back to Blogging and Boy is My Asshole Tired"
You just don't get many good post titles anymore. That's just one of the sexcapade posts from The Washingtonienne, the hot blogging Capital Hill (former) Staff Assistant who has been turning tricks on the side with presidential appointees. Unfortunately, her recent new blogs have segued into the land of the ridiculous and all-out whorish.
Her original blog got removed from Blogster when it hit too close to home, but you can read it here. This stuff was a lot more genuine-sounding than the new stuff above, her observations jaded and funny and somehow just a little sweet. To save some time, here's her summation of acronyms:
- FD=The intern in my office whom I want to fuck.
X=Married man who pays me for sex. Chief of Staff at one of the gov agencies, appointed by Bush.
T=Lost my virginity to him and fell in love. Dude who has been driving me crazy since 1999. Lives in Springfield, IL. Flies halfway across the country to fuck me, then I don't hear from him for weeks.
HK=Dude from the Senate office I interned in Jan. thru Feb. Hired me as an intern. Broke up my relationship w/ QV (see below).
QV=Serious, long-term boyfriend whom I lived with since 2001. Disastrous break up in March, but still seeing each other.
P=AKA "Threesome Dude." Somebody I would rather forget about.
YZ=My new office bf with whom I am embroiled in an office sex scandal. The current favorite.
K=A sugar daddy who wants nothing but anal. Keep trying to end it with him, but the money is too good.
Shit. I'm fucking six guys. Ewww.
- A man who tries to fuck you in the ass when you are sober does not love you.
UPDATE: The Washingtoniette revealed.
"I love the sound of my own voice", or, "Somewhere I have a point, right?"
Greetings again, bored Friday people. I have some riveting news to report, concerning VH1's 50 Most Awesomely Bad Songs Ever (their words, not mine) list.
More often then not when I go down the list, I was a little put out by the choices listed. Huey Lewis' "Heart of Rock and Roll" may be tiresome and 80's to some, but it is a good song and definitely not #10 (adding insult is that it edged out "Rico Suave"!). Watching the show itself lent a little insight into the decision process. The commentators were obscure comedians (I should put that in quotes) or VH1 staff that weren't particularly insightful or explanatory as to their choices.
In particular, there was one egghead who they kept referencing for what must be the basis for all opinions on the show. I have no idea who he was, but my guess is his name is Andrew Hershberger. Not because this name is on my list of usual suspects, but for the singularly confusing opinion/rant piece posted this week on Cinescape. Andy's (we are on a first name basis) piece doesn't so much as break down the show or give any kind of insight as provide a forum for this kid's ageist blathering:
More often then not when I go down the list, I was a little put out by the choices listed. Huey Lewis' "Heart of Rock and Roll" may be tiresome and 80's to some, but it is a good song and definitely not #10 (adding insult is that it edged out "Rico Suave"!). Watching the show itself lent a little insight into the decision process. The commentators were obscure comedians (I should put that in quotes) or VH1 staff that weren't particularly insightful or explanatory as to their choices.
In particular, there was one egghead who they kept referencing for what must be the basis for all opinions on the show. I have no idea who he was, but my guess is his name is Andrew Hershberger. Not because this name is on my list of usual suspects, but for the singularly confusing opinion/rant piece posted this week on Cinescape. Andy's (we are on a first name basis) piece doesn't so much as break down the show or give any kind of insight as provide a forum for this kid's ageist blathering:
- I was watching VH1 the other day and they
had one of those "worst songs of all time" shows on and by the end when
such abominations as "Everybody Have Fun Tonight," "Achy Breaky Heart,"
and "We Built This City" reared their ugly head and won the coveted top
spots I realized this list is made by 30-year-olds. Crusty, pungent,
has-been 30-year-olds... Who, besides geriatrics, remembers listening to
"The Heart of Rock & Roll" or "The Final Countdown" when they had
the immediacy of a contemporary offering?
- Out of fifty songs, nine were from this
decade alone. Out of 10,000 years of music composition nine of the worst
sonic atrocities have been made in the last five years.
Tuesday, May 4, 2004
Plugging the Sasser hole
As you may be aware, there's a new worm making the rounds on the computer virus network called Sasser. Yesterday, I downloaded a removal utility that found two instances of Sasser on my home PC and removed them (and a trojan horse, too, but I don't want to steal anyone's thunder).
The worm appeared only to overload my CPU so that I was unable to do much of anything. It was more of an annoyance than anything else -- before I got the virus, I merely stopped the application that was hogging all the processing power. However, Microsoft apparently thought it not so much a pest as a pain-in-the-ass, judging by the turn of phrase in the article:
The worm appeared only to overload my CPU so that I was unable to do much of anything. It was more of an annoyance than anything else -- before I got the virus, I merely stopped the application that was hogging all the processing power. However, Microsoft apparently thought it not so much a pest as a pain-in-the-ass, judging by the turn of phrase in the article:
- Sasser
appeared on Friday and exploits a recently disclosed hole in a
component of Windows called the Local Security Authority Subsystem
Service, or LSASS. Microsoft released a software patch, MS04-011, on
April 13 that plugs the LSASS hole.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Cheney Speech
Here's a transcript and commentary on VP Dick Cheney's speech out in Fulton recently. I like to read.
Friday, April 23, 2004
Sad, but inspiring news
I just heard that former Arizona Cardinals receiver Pat Tillman has been killed in action in Afghanistan.
This guy gave up millions of dollars to go serve as a Ranger defending
his country. It's one of those stories that you may have heard quite a
bit in WWII, but never these days. I'm sad for his wife and family.
Maybe they'll name the new stadium after him.
Sunday, April 4, 2004
How to ruin a great game
I'm upset. I feel cheated. And it's not because UConn rallied to beat Duke
last night in the Final Four. It's because the referees tried to ruin
the game by calling the most ridiculous fouls ever. They had UConn's
premier player (Okafor) benched after playing 3 minutes in the first
half by calling two ticky-tack invisible fouls. My Duke team, not to be
overlooked, get just about every starting player in foul trouble using
the same method. Randolph and Williams, our two big men (not counting
Horvath, who, while good, isn't either of them), fouled out with seven
minutes or so left in the second half, leaving Okafor completely
unchallenged to lead a comeback.
Incomprehensibly, the referees called only the fouls that weren't there, but ignored some amazing hacks. The one that comes to mind most clearly is the hard foul on Redick in Duke's last possesion. You don't see Krzyzewski, a class act of a coach, often on the sidelines screaming, "That's bullshit! That's bullshit!!" When he's lost his cool, you know there's something wrong. And what is wrong is this game could have been classic. It could have been magical. Instead, thanks to three stupid zebras, we got two championship-caliber teams fighting it out with one arm tied behind their backs.
Michael Wilbon of the Washington Post was there, and his column says it pretty good:
Incomprehensibly, the referees called only the fouls that weren't there, but ignored some amazing hacks. The one that comes to mind most clearly is the hard foul on Redick in Duke's last possesion. You don't see Krzyzewski, a class act of a coach, often on the sidelines screaming, "That's bullshit! That's bullshit!!" When he's lost his cool, you know there's something wrong. And what is wrong is this game could have been classic. It could have been magical. Instead, thanks to three stupid zebras, we got two championship-caliber teams fighting it out with one arm tied behind their backs.
Michael Wilbon of the Washington Post was there, and his column says it pretty good:
- They
came close to ruining the game. With eight minutes to go half the
people in the Alamodome, some with no rooting interests whatsoever,
began chanting, "Let them play! Let them play!" David Hall, Olandis
Poole and Ted Hillary apparently never heard the sentiment that zebras
should be seen but not heard.
There was never any kind of flow or back-and-forth rhythm to the game, even though Duke and Connecticut are polished teams offensively. And neither is particularly physical or foul-prone. UConn vs. Duke isn't Michigan State vs. Oklahoma. UConn and Duke rely on skill; they play beautiful basketball. They don't hack it up. Yet, the game was ugly, perhaps even unsatisfying, because the officiating was embarrassingly, even unforgettably awful and actually prevented the teams from playing to the level they'd shown through the first four games of the tournament. All three of them should have been taken from the court at the half and been replaced during intermission.
Thursday, March 4, 2004
That's Mr. Durden to you
Took Quizilla's "What movie do you belong in?" quiz, and lo and behold, this is what I got, and I am indeed proud:
Fight Club!
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