Until I get some sort of photo database going, I’ve added links to my recent photo pages under the “photos” thumbnail at the right. When I do other pages like these, as I hope to do this fall, I’ll add them there too.
Month: September 2002 (Page 5 of 5)
Things I want to do in the next year
1. Visit Scotland.
2. Learn to play Go.
3. Learn PHP and MySQL.
4. Take a long train trip somewhere.
5. Find someone who will give me a neck rub whenever I want one.
6. Get my weblog directory project started.
7. Find a space outside of the house to work. A cubicle will do.
8. Lose some weight.
9. Meet several weblog people IRL.
10. Write something really amazing.
I think goals are a worthwhile pursuit. Gives you something to shoot for. The trick is to make them at least possible, but not too easy. I’ll let you know how I do next year.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly
My girl won “American Idol.” Which isn’t necessarily a good thing – for her or for her potential audience. Now she’s saddled with that label (both record and “A.I.”) for god knows how long, and will probably be forced to release cringe-inducing branded music, even though she’s capable of so much more.
(Embarrassing fanboy moment – if anyone has a tape of Kelly’s “Stuff Like That There” and would be willing to part with a copy, let me know.)
Let’s face it: “American Idol” is the reality-TV equivalent of Marie Osmond’s dolls on QVC. It exists not to discover new talent, but to hawk sponsors like Ford and Coke, and “product” like the latest Kelly Clarkson CD. It’s one of the most craven attempts to package people like so many boxes of Cap’n Crunch so they can be ravenously consumed by a public that will do anything the glowing box tells them to.
So why did I watch every minute?
I’m going to Hell, clearly
Pictured above was my prize in the white elephant gift exchange at the family reunion. Jealous? (Click to see full item.)
I think he looks a little like Freddie Prinze from “Chico and the Man.” With Loretta Lynn’s hair.
This post is about “American Idol”
Kelly Clarkson could make even the “craptacular ballad sludge” they wrote for the final show sound good. (quote stolen from Television Without Pity message boards) And as usual over the last few weeks, the sound design or whatever you call it was so awful that it was hard to hear any of the actual singing.
Seemed to me the namby-pamby ballads they made them sing were more suited to Justin “Sideshow Bob” Guarini’s throaty half-voice, and Kelly had to work twice as hard, with a voice absolutely at the breaking point after weeks of belting, to make anything out of them.
Possible new words mean things tagline.
The Good Girl
Rarely has my opinion of a movie changed so drastically while I was watching it. In the first half, I just didn’t believe Jennifer Anniston as a downtrodden Retail Rodeo employee, and I thought the story was simplistic and the characters stereotypes. But as it went on, it sort of seeped into my bones and I began to enjoy it a lot. And did I mention it has John C. Reilly?
While “Trust” is a much, much better movie, “Good Girl” reminded me of Hal Hartley movies in how they use exaggerated plot and characters to illuminate truths behind them. That’s a really high-falutin’ film school way of looking at this movie, but it’s all I could come up with to explain how it affected me.
I do think that Jennifer Anniston has the best chance of all the “Friends” gang to make a decent movie career – even if she is more suited in the end to fluffy stuff like “Picture Perfect” and “Object of My Affection.”