November 30th, 2007

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I feel the need to apologize to all men named Ira for feeling this way.

I have never thought Ira sounded right as a man's name.

So I guess if I father a son, I shouldn't name him Ira Walsh.

I do have a name I'd like to give a daughter of mine, though: Eliza Vesta Walsh. "Vesta" comes from my kick-ass relative Vesta Dungar: she lived to age 95, ran a motel at one time, and was the sort of wrestling fan who called it "wrasslin'." And I like the name "Eliza" just on general principles (it doesn't hurt that Eliza Doolittle and Eliza Dushku are both gorgeous) and think it sounds good paired with Walsh.
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Hostage situation at New Hampshire office of Hillary Clinton campaign

A man claiming to have a bomb strapped to him has taken two people hostage in the Hillary Clinton campaign office in Rochester, New Hampshire.

Please: resolve, peacefully.

12:07 p.m. update: Per WMUR (which The Rick Emerson Show is playing), the man has released one hostage.

12:11: And another person's been released (again, according to WMUR and, now, CNN's home page).

12:56: There MAY be more people still being held in the campaign office; I've heard conflicting info.

R.I.P. Evel Knievel

CNN is reporting that legendary stuntman Evel Knievel has died at age 69. (Word comes from his official website, which no surprise is slammed right now.)

Knievel's Wikipedia page has already been updated with noting his death.

And now Sports Illustrated has AP's Knievel obit.

Edit: And continuing this day's bizarrities, five people were injured in Chicago after an Amtrak train and a freight train collided. Dude, look at the picture: the Amtrak car is sitting on top of the freight car. Rick Emerson pointed out that it was as if the passenger car had been picked up and set down on the freight car. Whoa. I'm glad no one's badly hurt. (Added: I'm sorry; I heard wrong. The injuries were serious, so I'll hope they're not life-threatening at least.)

I am going to try to review The Mist.

This review will require profanity... Collapse )

So, yeah. Go see Stephen King's The Mist, the first horror film Frank Darabont's been involved in for over a decade, a period where he's learned a lot about how to affect an audience emotionally (this is the Shawshank Redemption guy we're talking about here) and he uses that to...mess with you.

So I should clarify. Don't see the film if you're in a bad emotional place right now. It is beyond tough. It is bleached-bone bleak, with music like the world is ending. No lie, I came close to crying a couple of times near the end. I'm glad I could be by myself for the half-hour I walked along Holgate, waiting for the #17 bus to arrive. I needed time to get my head back on straight. Yeah; the film affected me. When a low-budget horror film is making me think at times of Apocalypse Now (!), I know it affected me.

No spoilers. Quick thoughts:

* Thomas Jane as main character David Drayton has a kind of Nathan Fillion quality here: a decent man who could come off as intimidating, but only if he needs to. Someone you want on your side, in other words. You'd want to be on his good side, too.

* Very strong cast, including some people I'd been unaware were in it, but who made me perk up upon seeing them.

* The way the titular mist vaguely, barely reveals the...the things that take over Castle Rock, Maine is an effect I don't see enough of, but the effect is very well used here. You see just enough to know to be scared, or at least unsettled.

* What I said about how bleak the film is? The ending's bleaker. Trust me.

* I'm sure Stephen King appreciates the joke of naming a pharmacy after him...
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