Boring Facts of Boredom
Feelin' lazy. More so than usual, and that's saying something. It's not that there's a dearth of things to write about, of course. It's just that there's a dearth of will to write about the many things that there are to write about. And yet, here I am, not leaving well enough alone. I'm looking at posting today like a runner with a blown-out knee rounding the bases in a playoff game; pushing through the pain, just trying to make it a few more yards. I could just, you know, not post today and leave it at that. However, eh. What can I say? I'm a man of contradictions. Speaking of me, here's some:
Boring Facts of Boredom:
-I've recently started reading Stephen King's immortal door-stop "The Stand" for the second time. Though, to be honest, it's sort of like reading it for the first time since, when I read it last, I was drinking pretty heavily. My memory of it is spotty at best (it's about that R.E.M. song, right?). Anyway, it's pretty great starting off. Creepy.
-Reviewing two movies in the next two days for the magazines I write for. Blood Diamond and We Are Marshall. The former looks pretty bland, and the latter looks good, if not a bit sappy and melodramatic. I'm a sucker for sports movies, though. I have a bad feeling that I'll find myself tomorrow, sitting amongst a bunch of critics, bawling my eyes out like a paid mourner while everyone else just goes, "meh." We'll see, I guess. It's at least got to be better than Blood Diamond, if for no other reason than it doesn't have Leo attempting what appears to be the worst fake accent ever captured on film.
-I'm eating an orange-cranberry muffin right now and it's delicious. I thought you'd want to know.
-I watched Rocky last night for the first time in at least seven or eight years, in prep, of course, for the upcoming Rocky Balboa. That right there is a fine movie. Stallone can really act when he wants to and the overall feel of it is note-perfect. The sequels were pretty good, too. Especially the one where he fought Ivan Drago after he (Drago) killed Apollo Creed. The fifth one sucked though.
-In the last three days, I've listened to Fleetwood Mac's album Rumors and Oingo Boingo's album Dark at the End of the Tunnel four times each, straight through. Why? Not sure. They're both spectacularly tight, interesting albums, no doubt. And, because I'm working, I probably don't listen to them as carefully as I would under normal, non-work circumstances. Anyway, point is, check them both out if it's been a while.
And I guess that's about as much excitement as you good people can handle for right now. If inspiration strikes, I'll be back with more postly goodness. If not... then I won't.
Boring Facts of Boredom:
-I've recently started reading Stephen King's immortal door-stop "The Stand" for the second time. Though, to be honest, it's sort of like reading it for the first time since, when I read it last, I was drinking pretty heavily. My memory of it is spotty at best (it's about that R.E.M. song, right?). Anyway, it's pretty great starting off. Creepy.
-Reviewing two movies in the next two days for the magazines I write for. Blood Diamond and We Are Marshall. The former looks pretty bland, and the latter looks good, if not a bit sappy and melodramatic. I'm a sucker for sports movies, though. I have a bad feeling that I'll find myself tomorrow, sitting amongst a bunch of critics, bawling my eyes out like a paid mourner while everyone else just goes, "meh." We'll see, I guess. It's at least got to be better than Blood Diamond, if for no other reason than it doesn't have Leo attempting what appears to be the worst fake accent ever captured on film.
-I'm eating an orange-cranberry muffin right now and it's delicious. I thought you'd want to know.
-I watched Rocky last night for the first time in at least seven or eight years, in prep, of course, for the upcoming Rocky Balboa. That right there is a fine movie. Stallone can really act when he wants to and the overall feel of it is note-perfect. The sequels were pretty good, too. Especially the one where he fought Ivan Drago after he (Drago) killed Apollo Creed. The fifth one sucked though.
-In the last three days, I've listened to Fleetwood Mac's album Rumors and Oingo Boingo's album Dark at the End of the Tunnel four times each, straight through. Why? Not sure. They're both spectacularly tight, interesting albums, no doubt. And, because I'm working, I probably don't listen to them as carefully as I would under normal, non-work circumstances. Anyway, point is, check them both out if it's been a while.
And I guess that's about as much excitement as you good people can handle for right now. If inspiration strikes, I'll be back with more postly goodness. If not... then I won't.
posted by Clinton at 10:31 AM
3 Comments:
Ooh, Dark at the End of the Tunnel, that's a good one. I found that at a local Sam Goody years ago on cassette for $3, at the point they were phasing out all their cassettes, and did a little happy dance. I wore that sucker down.
Speaking of bad fake foreign accents, the one that immediately comes to mind for me is David Boreanaz's attempt at an Irish accent on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. Eesh. I'd say 'meandering' would be a word that describes it well, along with 'atrocious' and also 'unintentionally hilarious'. :)
Word. I had friend in High School who's whole family was from Ireland and, when ever Boreanez got his Irish on, I had to restrain my boy from kicking in the TV.
It was especially hilarious when compared to Glenn Quinn's (RIP) accent, since he was, ya know, actually Irish. :)
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