Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Photo Dump, 5/25/05

I was going through my work hard drive today and found a couple of pleasant little Photoshop hackjobs that I'd made back a few months ago and kind of forgotten about...

Enjoy!


Bush changes stance on Evolution, evolves.
I made this one back when all that wholly unnecessary Evolution vs. Creationism bullshit started popping up.



President Evil, Too?
Yeah, okay...this one was kind of obvious but you'd be surprised how much time it took to do the lettering, so here it is anyway...



Uncle Chief?
Unmasked! Halo 2.5's surprise twist ending...Master Chief finally removes his helmet, to reveal...Uncle Jesse?



The Face of the Enemy!
This was the first propaganda "poster" for the Pokemon Defense League.
It will not be the last.

The Dark Side? You're soaking in it!

News!!

Awww, damn! You got SITHED!!

Reviews!!

C.H.U.D.!!

The New Yorker!!

The Village Voice!!



Opinions!!

Looking back on Episode III almost a week later...

The Good:



  • Some of the vehicles were kinda cool

  • That once scene between Anakin and Palpatine at the aquatic Cirque de Soleil or whatever the fuck they were watching. (That must have been one of the ones punched up by Tom Stoppard.)

  • That part with Yoda and the Emperor's Guards

  • The inception of the Vader armor

  • Yoda and Palpatine's fight in the Senate (I just wish those box seats could have been filled with Gungans and E.T.s at the time)

  • A good portion of that final fight between Marv and Kevin in LavaTown USA.

The Bad:


  • NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

  • Um, pretty much everything else.

The Ugly:



  • What's with all the hand chopping?! So according to Lucas, it's okay to have sex with little boys but masturbation is absolutely out of the question? I mean yeah, I guess the clergy motifs are pretty obvious if you think about it...but jesus George, that doesn't make it right!


Obsessions!!

Oops...looks like we're all going to HELL! Well, I had a good run...

The scariest thing in the world is knowing that when these people breed, they breed with eachother...

No way we're getting out of here without a good power converter joke...

Monday, May 23, 2005

Mind, flayed.

So Lightning Bolt played last night and SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS!! It was, if not one of the best, easily one of the most uniquely memorable shows I've ever been to. If you've ever been to the Talking Head, you can imagine that it would be an unbelievably BAD place to see them, since they play down on the floor with the crowd around them in an arrangement like this:

Now imagine 200 people crowded into the first floor of the Talking Head, which is pretty much the size of my combined living/dining rooms, all rocking out with their cocks out. Sounds like a terrible idea, doesn't it? Yeah, well, apparently the band agreed and they ended up playing outside in the alley behind the club (territory that I'd "marked" more than my fair share of times back when it used to be the Ottobar.) Luckily, I've got friends with their ears to the ground and when we heard the rumors that they were going to move the show outside, we shoved our way though the now overwhelming crowd and set up camp outside. The tip paid off and there we were, mere inches from having our teeth knocked out by a stray tuning peg from dude's bass. Then it began...and we prayed at the altar of the almighty rock, distilled down to its purest essence. Bodies compacted into one sweaty heaving mass all vibrating in time with the beautifully brutal aural onslaught. The feeling was indescribable. About four or five songs in, it started to rain. Luckily, it wasn't going hard enough to make them quit and actually helped to cool us all down a little bit, though really not nearly enough. So pushing on, they continued their assault for another handful of songs before the cops showed up and forced us to scatter.

In retrospect, it was probably for the best since I don't think my brain could have taken much more before either shutting down or just melting completely and running out my ears. Either way, words can't really do it justice. It was easily the best show I've seen all year and a definite contender for top 5 of all time. I can't stress this enough but if you've never seen them, then make it a point to do so.

There's still a couple more chances this tour for you east coasters:


  • May 23 - Philadelphia - Pygmy Street

  • May 24 - NY - North Six

  • May 26 - NY - The Hook

  • May 27 - Providence

Results may vary, however, I can guarantee you won't regret it. If you've never heard them, get the hell over here now and prepare to be mind-raped. These guys don't fuck around...

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Episode III, summed up in 3 words.

Actually, I'm halfway between "IT'S A TRAP!" and "I'M A MONSTER!"

That's really all you need to know for now. I might write something else about it when I've fully processed everything and it comes full circle back to the point when I actually kinda liked it. Right now I'm somewhere between, "Wow, that one 5 second part was pretty cool." and "Why doesn't anyone on the crew shake Lucas and just be like 'George, what the fuck?! Midichlorians? Darth Plageius? R2-D2's little hand thingies? Infantry robots built with emotion engines and self preservation units? The whole Bush/Cheney thing...it all needs to go!'"

Also, apparently, there's a Jedi named "Kit Fisto." It doesn't really have to do with anything but seriously...what the fuck?

Also, also...this movie is pretty gay. No, that's not just a figure of speech. I really mean it.

Also cubed...I happened to be lucky enough to see some real life "Jedi" showin off their moves! (It's a known fact that Jedi can move so fast, half the time they cannot even be caught on film. Luckily, through the magic of digital photography, we can make out what is, most assuredly, an intense lightsaber battle taking place on what looks to be Asphaltia, the Parking Planet.)

The scariest thing is that these people will only end up breeding with eachother. The human race is doomed.

Stop the show...

A little bit of background...Back in my freshman year of college, I had a roommate who loved Built to Spill. I mean fucking LOVED them. It made sense...he played guitar and smoked a lot of pot...Doug Martsch plays guitar that seems to sound better after smoking a lot of pot. Now I'm not that great at math but that seemed to be a pretty simple equation to me. However, what I never could understand was his inexplicable love affair with his CD player's repeat button. As a music lover, I get wanting to listen to a particularly excellent album again and again...however, as someone with ADD, I cannot understand how someone can listen to the same album 15x in a row...especially if you owned as many albums as, well, pretty much everyone I know. Well, as the year dragged on, his obsession slowly became the bane of my existence. I began to lose it. One by one, beloved albums (as well as their creators) fell victim to my knee-jerk backlash. Dinosaur jr.'s Without a Sound, Weezer's Blue Album and, most notably, the incredible There's Nothing Wrong With Love by Built to Spill.

I didn't want to hate these bands, I didn't want to hate these albums...I was driven to it! Time passed and slowly the horrible memories of their undue overexposure faded. They crept back into my collection and eventually Built to Spill returned to its rightful place in my "Top 10 bands of all time" list. Songs were caught up on, missing records were eBayed, and shows were attended. BTS was back at the center of my universe, and all was well with the world.

Jump forward to September 11th, 2001. The world was poised to end, as far as we all knew. All my friends and I could ask eachother was "Well, is Built to Spill still playing this week?" We wanted it...no, we needed it. They're one of those bands that, if the world ended tomorrow, I'd be like, "At least I got to see BTS one last time." So the day of the show rolled around and sure enough the 9:30 Club was packed wall to wall with screaming fans. We were together in a single mind. There was no way in hell we were going to let a little thing like a potential apocalypse get in the way of our God-given right to Pac-Northwest stoner-rock! And they played...and it was good. Amazing, actually. They played everything we could have possibly hoped to hear...including a full 15 minute cover version of Skynrd's most tragic mistake, Freebird (I think that shouting "Freebird" at a show at this point in 2005, should be an offense punishable by death...or at least a public flogging.) It was one of those shows that after you leave, no matter what's going on in the world, you know that somehow, it's all going to be alright.

In the years that followed, BTS dropped further and further off the map. There were no new albums, no new tours. There were rumors of a breakup. Doug Martsch went solo (his album, Now You Know is actually a pretty excellent folky/bluesy/old timey record. I'd definitely recommend it.) It was sad, but we all eventually accepted it. Built to Spill was no more.

Then, a few months ago, I was surfing around and stumbled across a headline. "Built to Spill to release new album, tour." So I dug deeper. I found a copy of their schedule online and noticed something different from every other BTS schedule I'd ever seen...it included Baltimore. I lost my shit right there. Finally, after years of having to go to hated DC to see them, they would be playing right here in my hometown! This was a huge deal for me and I decided that no matter where, when, or how expensive it was...I would be there.

And there I was at Sonar (a place that should never, ever have rock shows,) packed into their former "main" room with a couple of hundred kids who, like me, were all grinning like retards and singing along to their favorite indie/stoner-rock jam band. I'll admit, the show wasn't perfect...there were a few minor hiccups along the way. One of the backup mics fed back something fierce when the other guitarist (formerly of the NW outfit Caustic Resin) tried to take over lead vocals for a cover of one of Resin's songs, driving him visibly crazy (which is no small feat considering he already looked like the president of the Unibomber Look-Alike Society.) The other problem was the lighting. I still don't get why it was a problem, but apparently Sonar's lighting has exactly two settings: "I'm tripping balls" and "off." When, about 3 songs in, Martsch announced to the guys in the booth that the "...laser show is giving our drummer a headache" Sonar's response was to shut down everything except for the blinding spotlight. Brilliant. When it began to make the band noticeably uncomfortable, they finally managed to figure out how to turn off the laser show and put on some nice purple sidelights that didn't seem to blind or irritate anybody. The problem was, this all took far too long and I hope the incompetents responsible were given a proper talking to. Anyway, yeah...like I said, not perfect but pretty fucking good. They played, from what I can remember:

  • Big Dipper

  • The Plan

  • Carry The Zero

  • Sidewalk

  • You Were Right

  • Strange

  • In Your Mind

  • I Would Hurt A Fly

  • Built To Spill

  • When Not Being Stupid is Not Enough

  • Conventional Wisdom (new one)

  • Stop the Show

  • Alien Fugue (Caustic Resin song)


I might have forgotten ore or two (the memory ain't what it used to be) and this definitely wasn't the order they were played in, but I do know that those are some really good songs, and made me very happy. However, what made me even happier is that when we were standing outside after the show we ran into the aforementioned Unibomber-esque guitarist and he agreed with my opinion that from now on they should play Baltimore from now on, whenever they tour. I guess we'll see how that one pans out...

My only regret? I didn't bring my camera. If I had, however, the picture probably would have ended up looking pretty much like this, so I don't feel too badly...

Good band, bad picture...

It's the final countdown...

*UPDATE*So, this morning I opened my mailbox and got some totally excellent news! It's official...the execs at FOX have pulled their heads out of their asses long enough to actually listen to their viewers! In previous years many other excellent shows on there with less-than-American-Idol-sized ratings (Futurama and Firefly come to mind) have gotten the axe long before their time.

This year, Arrested Development was that show on the chopping block. As with other shows that gain a strong following of rabid fans, when it was announced that our beloved show was "on the bubble," we sprung into action. Petitions were signed, letters were written, ads were taken out in Variety, DVD sets were purchased at an alarming rate, and more (I assume many folks even sent bananas to FOX,) all to show our support for this masterpiece of modern television.

For me, this felt like deja-vu since I had just done the same thing a year or so before when the WB was threatening to pull Angel's feeding tube...and just like with Angel, I paced for months in that metaphorical waiting room, not knowing whether it would be life or death for this show that I'd invested so much of my time and energy into (I mean, as much as I could without actually working on it.) I would scour the trades and internet message boards, for the tiniest scraps of information. The last thing I had to go on was the fact that before the season ended, FOX had cut their episode order down to 18 from a standard 22. Not so much the beacon of hope I'd been searching for.

Then, recently, when AD won the USA Today's annual "Save Our Show" poll, it felt this uphill battle was finally coming to an end but with May 19th (the day when FOX would announce their fall lineup,) still in the future , nothing was set in stone. Then more and more unofficial "reports" started trickling in saying that FOX was in talks with the producers about renewing! Of course me, being the cynic that I am, wasn't jumping up and down over the "news." That is, until this morning when I opened my email and was greeted with this:


Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!



Now is the part where you (providing you're still reading at this point) come in. It's up to you to keep this show on the air. If you've never seen it before, watch the reruns this summer. Find the episodes on the internet. Buy the DVDs. Ask me to lend you the DVDs. Whatever...just WATCH! I guarantee this hermanos, you will not be making a huge mistake.

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So, as some of you might know, while I don't watch a lot of TV...I am fiercely loyal to the couple of shows I do watch. Now, the problem here is that all these shows usually end up getting cancelled and I am usually left high and dry (as far as TV is concerned.) I have a couple of theories about why this is (one of them being that the Nielsen Ratings are inversely proportionate to the viewers' IQs. This theory can be supported by the charts found here) Over the past couple of years, I've watched excellent show after excellent show get shitcanned, (Futurama, Angel, Wonderfalls, Freaks & Geeks, and Firefly, to name a few) while Law and Order is in it's fourth or so spinoff and they run American Idol 3 times a week (to the tune of 11+ million viewers an episode.)

This time, the show on the chopping block is my beloved Arrested Development. For those of you that haven't seen this show, I can only describe it as brutally funny. I laugh out loud at least two or three times an episode, and there's very few shows I can say that about. I mean, shit...The Simpsons hasn't made me bust a gut laughing in years...literally. What makes AD so brilliant is that they don't pander to the audience one bit. They assume that the viewers are at least as intelligent as the writers, which makes for the same sort of humor as, say, Futurama, where jokes may actually even go over your head the first time around. The upside to that is that it basically forces you to watch the episode more than once in order to even catch all the jokes, as they come at you non-stop (unlike Friends, for example, where they'll do a setup, then some lame joke, then wait for the laughtrack before setting up some other lame joke.) Each episode of AD is so densely packed with a stellar cast, clever wordplay, callbacks to previous episodes, ridiculous slapstick, and the best guest stars on TV (Ben Stiller, Ione Skye, Carl Weathers, Bob Odenkirk, Dan Castellaneta, and Henry Winkler...to name a few.) I really can't praise this show enough...which gets me back to my point. Fox, in its infinite wisdom (*coughgreedcough*) is currently reviewing its initial decision on whether or not to cancel the show. Apparently, they've already cut this season down to 18 eps. from 22 and the final fate will be decided soon. This is where you come in. I urge everyone who comes across this to not only check out Arrested Development but to sign this pledge to Fox that you will be a regular viewer (it only takes a second and you paranoid types can even send it from a fake email account, so quitcher bitchin you fucking baby.)

Now if you've never seen it before, it's on Sunday nights after the Simpsons (which, due to the sharp decline in both quality and viewership, may be AD's main problem) at 8:30. Since it's a show that builds on previous episodes, I'd also recommend checking out the first season on DVD. Rent it or, better yet, buy it today. Or, if I know you, just ask and I'll lend it to you. Fuck, I'll even buy it for you! I mean, the more DVDs they sell, the better chance the show has. My point is, just watch the damn show, please! You'll really be glad you did...and I'll be even happier since I won't get screwed out of, yet another, brilliant show.

Monday, May 16, 2005

There is a god, I think...

As far as I've been able to gather from a recent pre-EpIII interview given by The Flanneled One himself, Jar Jar Binks (who is quite possibly the worst character to come out of Hollywood since Jack Valenti himself) will not be appearing in Episode III!!

Lucas can be quoted here in regards to the whereabouts of one Mr. J.J. Binks, Esq.:

"'And about Jar-Jar Binks: "He goes back to Naboo and he's a representative. He probably stays on the council, he's probably in the senate, because it becomes completely worthless. Senators are just for show, which they talk about in Episode IV. Actually, in Episode IV they get disbanded, so Jar Jar probably goes home to his wife and kids.'"

Now I don't know about you, but to me, those "probablys" mean that the Gungan Uncle Tom is gonna be nowhere near this film. Geeks the world over breathe a collective (yet slightly asthmatic) sigh...




Whassa Me Worry?