March 28th, 2010

Blow My Mind

VERY specific

I dream apparently era-accurate late-80s TV graphics. This surprises me a little.

A giant TV (I mean about 10 feet across) was showing what looked like sitcoms and local-market commercials. One show had a "Copyright 1988" at the end, so that's the approximate era. Oh, and it was on CBS. Really small-market CBS, like Bend, Oregon's CBS or something at that level.

This is the sort of dream leonardpart6 would have. Except for the live sports at the end. Giant arena with a tiny crowd watching a volleyball team practice with, uh, a basketball instead of a volleyball. Don't ask me why. I'm not even going to ask myself why.

Uh, good morning.
Me 1

Accidentally rugged

While I was gone in Seattle, my 13-year-old electric shaver gave up the ghost. So I started shaver-shopping last night, during a late-night trip to Fred Meyer. Turned out the selection was big, complicated, 13-piece or more (21 pieces? Seriously?) trimmers of hair for all sorts of body areas along with the front of one's face. I just want a basic Norelco or something like that. That's about all I need.

Until I get the shaver, I'm hairier on my face than normal. My VanDyke's expanded to proto-sideburns and proto-neckbeard. Like most people, I don't look good with a neckbeard. The whole look reminds me of when Cort Webber of The Cort and Fatboy Show first saw me with facial hair, and said "You look like you're going to wrestle an otter!" I said "I'd hug an otter!"

So I'm accidentally rugged. I should be a little less rugged later.
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Chicken Soup For The Spleen

Walls are crawling past the bay
To malls whose crumbling doughnuts sway
In time to creme-filled roundelays
That allow no voting "Aye" or "Nay"
To thoughts of moving Biscayne Bay
Or Canada in a negligee
And other oddness to portray --
May I be random? Yes I may.


There. I have achieved doggerel.


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Good Omens

Okay, that's funny.

"My screenplay was darker, grittier and had a very compelling story with rich characters. What my screenplay didn't have was slow motion at every turn, Dutch tilts, campy dialogue, aliens in KISS boots, and everyone wearing Bob Marley wigs."

Writer J.D. Shapiro sort of apologizes for writing the film version of Battlefield Earth. (And, as the story notes, when the Razzies voted it the worst movie of the decade, Shapiro accepted the award in person.)

Via coyotegoth.