Your parents made you to Roxy Music

A while back KMT The Mountain, Seattle’s 29-50 adult contemporary station, did a poll of their listener’s music. Roxy Music’s Avalon came out ahead by a long shot if I remember right. I have the album on my computer, likely a holdover from a time when I had to pick up every album that anyone deemed “great”. Not that Roxy Music is bad or anything, or Avalon doesn’t have its merits, but…

There’s a reason that demo likes Avalon. They made out to Avalon, they went to prom and Avalon was playing, they made it to second base for the first time because of Avalon.

They conceived you to Avalon.

Just a thought to leave you all with.

If I was a little more astute and clever I’d be outraged

I just watched Shooter, for one reason or another. I’m too tired and out of it to really explain why it’s wrong. I’m just not able to put the pieces together (this has been a running theme of the past two weeks). But what I can cobble together is this: It was made for right-leaning conspiracy sympathizers as “look at what our government has become” revenge wish fulfillment.

The dog is named Sam when it should be named Patroclus.

It is simultaneously callously unemotional, callously manipulative, and callously anti-individualistic. I don’t know how that works (especially the last part, grasping at straws here).

So yeah. Stay away, unless you’re a cynical sociology/film major. In which case, beautiful trainwreck.

EDIT ADDED MUCH LATER: Oh, ha-ha. Sam as in “Uncle”, and surprise: the dog dies. Yeesh

Movies that should have been around when the author was 11:

Speed Racer

The Forbidden Kingdom

a legitimately good Godzilla film

More giant robots

Ong Bak

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That is all.

In the distant future

I will carve out a small piece of plastic designed to scrape hair off of bars of soap. I will sell the patent to Dial (I like them) and then live off the royalties.

COMING SOON

Duncan P. Shrewed and The Quest for the Leviathan’s Heart

A Misadventure in Boy’s Prose.

Drip feed

Here are some small anecdotes in favor of a large post about all the crap I’ve been doing:

Sakuracon was full of people that I described as “anime matrons.” These confused, cautious, maybe even edgy looking folks who guided around their underage loinspawn throughout the convention. I guess they didn’t want their little children to come into contact with creepy anime dudes in too-small T-shirts and too-large neckbeards. Don’t blame them. Even better was when the anime matron (sometimes patron!) would sort of drop their kids off and leave after a while, effectively turning Sak-chans into a giant anime daycare. I like to imagine these adults huddled together under the warm protection of long island ice teas in the lower levels of the convention hall until it was all over, and then joined their kids at the end of the day. Some of them got into though, with a few in costume and a few more wearing nerdy T-shirts (I shuddered a bit at “Random Manga Mama”).

Did I mention neckbeards? There was a lot of them. And glomping.

Oh God the glomping.

Not cool

More posts will come regarding Sak-Chans ‘08, fall classes, and fat playground kids. Currently my body is waging war against me again. But that’s cool, because I wanted to nap for an hour at seven in the evening.