Songs I’m not ashamed to admit I have MP3’s of: (with a nod to Nate)
- Dead Man’s Party – Oingo Boingo (And you were thinking to yourself, “today will be the day I don’t have a random thought about ‘Weird Science’“.)
- Leather & Lace – Stevie Nicks & Don Henley (reminds me of being 7.)
- Overkill – Men at Work (reminds me of being 11.)
- Turbo Lover – Judas Priest (reminds me of being at the 7-11.)
- Adult Education – Hall & Oates (it’s a bad situation.)
- Saved By Zero – The Fixx (I was a huge Fixx fan in the Day. Member of the Fixx Army.)
- Love U More – Sunscreem (reminds me of being fucked up in college.)
- Rico Suave – Gerardo (someday Gerardo will be dead, and you’ll be able to tell everyone, ‘I was listening to his work for years’.)
- Welcome To The Pleasuredome – Frankie Goes To Hollywood (ahead of its time.)
- Barely Breathing – Duncan Sheik (Lite© FM)
- It’s Only Love – Bryan Adams & Tina Turner (no explanation here.)
- Dr. Feelgood – Motley Crüe (yes, that’s Crue with a ü)
- Kiss Me – Sixpence None The Richer (It’s pretty. Shut up.)
Almost as if in response to my question a few days ago, Salon published an article about Manhunter, the first movie made based on the Thomas Harris novels. I have to say I agree, although i haven’t seen Red Dragon yet. He does bring up a good point though—why remake it again?
Todd made a good point in reply to my Cash money post yesterday:
First are we certain John R. Cash still holds the rights to the song in question? Maybe we have a Michael-Jackson-owns-the-rights-to-The-Beatles scenario here.
Hmmm. My Amazon shopping cart (which has been up on blocks in my front yard, waiting for that Ford CobraJet with the 4-barrel carb) currently holds $38.46 in merchandise. I hover over the ‘Continue’ button, wanting to set the wheels of commerce in motion, but I hesitate. Better first to get paid.
Note to self: Don’t get a tattoo of your baby son’s name if you’re afraid people will think you’re gay. And perhaps you should reconsider that tattoo of Snoopy® with the words “Question Everything” underneath. Perhaps you should Question Everything some more. (overheard this afternoon at lunchtime.)
FuckedCompany says Apple is going to lay off a bunch of people soon. That’s bad news, and I hope it’s not a harbinger of bad things to come. Luckily they have about a gazillion dollars in cash to ride out any bad weather. In other news, the Towson Apple Store is opening this weekend, and I was invited to join Jason to check it out but I’m passing to get work done on the deck.
Why, Johnny, Why? OK, so I’m behind the idea of the artist selling his or her work for commercial purposes. I can understand (but not forgive) The Rolling Stones selling limited rights to “Start it Up” to Bill Gates to promote Windows 95. They have more money than God, but it’s their right to sell their creation to whomever they want. I mean, they wrote it, they own the rights to it, it’s a commodity, and this is America, based on a free market capitalist economy. If I had written and recorded “Lust For Life”, I’d probably do what Iggy Pop is doing now, and selling it to Royal Carribbean or whatever that company with the big ships is.
All that having been said, I am so very disappointed in Johnny Cash. The Man in Black. A Boy Named Sue. The Guy With The Finger.
Johnny, who Shot A Man In Reno Just To Watch Him Die, sold the rights to one of his songs. And like I said before, that’s his right. But he sold the rights to ”Ring of Fire”, one of my favorite songs. “Ring of Fire” is such a good song, Mike Ness and Social D covered it and I wound up enjoying it just as much as Johnny’s version. But that’s a different story. What I’m upset about is who he sold the song to.
Johnny Cash, Mr. Folsom Prison Blues, sold ‘Ring Of Fire’ to fucking Applebee’s.
I love you, man, but you should have Walked The Line.
But I don’t want to learn how to swim Dept.: I was worried that I would not be able to clear my mask this week, so I approached the pool with a pit of dread in my stomach. I followed my instructor’s advice and practiced with the snorkel, inhaling through the mouth and exhaling through the nose. When we first reviewed skills in the shallow end, I didn’t get it, and I almost panicked, because last night we were going to equalize and do all the skills in the deep end. I suddenly saw myself at the quarry, unable to clear my mask, and failing certification. So while the others were going over their stuff, I practiced it until I had the breakthrough- plugging up the regulator with my tongue and blowing through my nose was what helped me do it right.
So we all begin equalizing and drop to the bottom of the pool; I had to go back up because my left ear wouldn’t clear and it hurt. One of the instructors followed me back up and helped me slowly descend until I could clear both ears, and then he and I did the skills while the others did theirs in their groups. I did it! I was able to clear the mask like a pro the first time- even after removing it completely and putting it back on. *whew*!
Jen wrote me this about my comments on Manhunter/Red Dragon yesterday:
Have you seen the movie yet? Because perhaps that might be the best
viewpoint to be looking at the whole of casting from…
Although my heart belongs to William Peterson foreva!
I also found out that the Caesar quote Nate sent along was an Internet hoax, first debunked, apparently, by the ever-alert Matt Drudge. Yes, this will be the only time I ever mention Barbra Striesand in this log.
I liked this article, and the issues it brings up. How dare our legislators, ostensibly the people we have voted to represent us, journey to a foreign land to attempt to negotiate a peaceful resolution and avoid a war? Damn traitorous Democrats.
Timely horoscope, courtesy of Free Will Astrology:
If you were Bob Dylan, would you have licensed your poetic anthem, “The Times They Are A-Changin'” to be used in a commercial by a Canadian bank? Or are you more like Beck, who turned down Miller Beer’s plea to buy one of his songs for $300,000? You will soon face a quandary, Pisces, that will ask you to meditate on questions like these. To couch your looming decisions in even more universal terms: Do you have anything in common with the young woman in the fairy tale who gave up the work she adored in order to win the love of a prince? Or do you have a clear idea of how to stay true to what’s most valuable, even if an interesting temptation is calling you away?
So we got the credenza into the house (no small feat) and I put it where the IKEA TV cart was. Once the TV goes downstairs and the stereo comes down from the office, (and the green wall is painted red) it’ll look real nice in the living room.
I also got my film for the 620 cameras yesterday, so I’m loading two of them up tonight for Jen and I to use. We’re going to test each out to see how well they work and we’ll use the two best for taking B/W pictures. I’m excited to use the Duaflex and the Ansco, and I think the Brownie will take real clean shots too.
OK, so I believe that Ray Fiennes is a casting coup for the role of Francis Dolarhyde in Red Dragon. However, Harvey Keitel as Jack Crawford is about as good as Marilyn Monroe as Lady MacBeth. And no matter what you say, William Peterson is still the best Will Graham, CSI or not. It will be interesting to see how well Ed Norton does in that role, and which movie is better. What’s your favorite?
I added my home workspace to the workspace exhibit at somebodydial911. Penn is happy that he’s a star on the web, too.
Zeldman comments on experiences loading, fighting with, and de-installing OSX on his machine, and offers a ton of helpful links to different sites claiming to know how to intall it the correct way. For the record, I was able to get it running just fine. The only problem I had with software were the fatal exception and core dump errors in my brain.