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but i got nothing to say. ok random commentary here we go.

1. Superbad = Supergood. the movie is yu-frakkin-larious and then you have another whole disc of ridiculous extras. my favorite bit of the 2nd disc is the “music” section where bootsy collins, bernie worrell, et al jam out the score.
2. 60% of my hard drive is consumed by itoons (50 gig) and family pix (10 gig). i do have a ton of extra space on my server and porto drive. heck, the 65 gig of the ruggah world cup is currently spread over both with tons of room to spare.
3. i now tend bar at a fancy shmancy place in providence. the work is alright, but the food is outstanding.
4. i don’t get most brit rock and the stuff i do like is completely derivative of this side of the atlantic.
5. dumbledore is gay ?!?! who cares ? i’m more interested in his machiavellian manipulation over the course of seven books. that is intensely more fascinating. for the rest of the harry potter fans who regularly read this blog, pottercast had a two parter with jkr herself.
6. finally, since the red sox went down 3-1 to cleveland in october, the pats, sox, and celts are a combined 44-3(as of today). please let me say this again boston sports fans: this is the golden age. enjoy this time. relish it, revel in it, drink it in and most of all remember it. without any doubt, you will bore you grandchildren about how fantastic it was to love boston sports during this time (2001-20??). hopefully there will be a few more championships during this era, but this time too will end. take everything you can from it and feel free to gloat. you will never see anything like this again.

that’s pretty much it.

Preparing for school, we decided to clean out Bri’s room. I can not believe how much shit was shoved into a 10×12 bedroom. Once she brought it all out, we did the TLC Whatevah Home Improvement Show piles of Need, Want and Donate.Knowing she would have to haul everything she wanted to keep back into the room and put away helped motivate Bri to choose wisely. She retained about 15% of the stuff.

Anyone need some toys?

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Giggity. Giggity. Giggity. Nuff said.

Children of Men.  There’s a reason the freshness rating at Rotten Tomatoes is over 90%.  Holy shit.  It is, no doubt, the best film I’ve seen in the past 12 months.

Much like BSG (the greatest show on TV), people can project their own political philosophy onto this film if they want, but I’m having none of it.  It is a sci-fi masterpiece, a dystopian piece of genius with (by my count) 2 scenes with 5+ minute-long scenes each shot in one continuous take.

Michael Caine shows up in this mug and steals the show.  Well, he steals it until The Operative, Chiwetel Ejiofor, shows up.  Pissah performances all around.

Awesome story.  Awesome acting.  Awesome special effects.  Check it out.

The number one film in America? Borat. Over 67 milly at the box office as of today.

The (arguably) number one heavyweight making the rounds right now? Wladimir Klitschko. You might remember seeing him on the TV, as he is the size of a Maine moose, with punches that look like a wrecking ball on some manner of speed.

The first is a humorous character who is supposed to be from Kazakhstan, the second actually is from the former Soviet Republic. That seem serendipitous to me.

Wladimir is looking to unify the heavyweight titles, and I think he can do it. I haven’t bothered to watch many fights since Tyson went nuts, but this cat is really good for the sport, and good for make glorious nation of Kazakhstan.

So I have really wanted to see Apocalypto since it was first announced.  I like weird shit, I like ancient cultures, I like subtitles.  So does Peter Bart, apparently, who has this to say:

Will Hollywood fall victim to the Apocalypto Syndrome?
Small screenings of the still-uncompleted film are quietly taking place. The movie is rough around the edges — temp score and sound, scenes still to be honed.
But the word has seeped out: From Mel Gibson’s dark, troubled mind has emerged yet another brilliant exercise in filmmaking, extremely violent, yet compelling. The inner demons that play havoc with his personal life continue to energize his creative vision.

The problem is, I can’t stand Mel Fucking Gibson and his antisemitic ass.  Beyond his antisemitism, he made a fool of me, which I don’t take kindly to.  How?  When The Passion of the Christ came out, I was telling everyone and their Irish uncle that it wasn’t antisemitic, it was just a semi-pornographical passion play, etc., and they should check it out.  Now, I realize it was just some Jew-hating shit, and I was tricked.  Fuck you for that, Mel Gibson!

But here’s the problem: I know Melly takes a huge cut of the gross for all of his films.  Do I want to put ca$h money in this cock’s pocket?  No.  Do I still want to see the picture? Yes.  I disagree with Sean Penn’s politics, but I was glad to pony up the loot for Mystic River, because I knew little of that money was going into his bank account and the movie was pissah.  (Not to mention that being a Communist is far less offensive than being one step down from a neo-Nazi.)
So here’s my solution, which I think is somewhat clever:  I go to the cinema, pay for tickets to the movie with the most Jewiness possible, and then go see Apolocalypto.  Take that, Sugartit Gibson!  Money intended for you will be going to the Zionist Overlords!