Snake Mistakes pt. 1: Going clean shaven

Hooo man, that was a bad idea. I had the best intentions in mind you know, cut things off and make it grow back and look better. I’m still hoping that will work. I mean, if I don’t get a better mustache by the end of the summer I will be royally peeved.

But man, I’ve got razor burn all over, I lost a pint of blood, and all I have to show for it is this goofy boyish look. I look like Eric Werheim, only not as cool. It’s really bad.

So uhh yeah. I’m gonna stay inside for a few weeks. Later.

For an uncomfortable bed, you sure know how to hold a guy in until noon

I mean, bed, you and I have got to have a chat about this. We spend a lot of time together, more than we ought to, given that I also watch TV on you (while in your automobile couch mode) and occasionally even indulge in video games on your blue quilted Ikea surface. But this relationship has gone too far. I mean, friends like you and I really shouldn’t be taking it to this level. Four hours of sleep is too little, so is five, six and seven are pretty cool and even eight. But man, nine and a half hours on a daily basis for a week straight? It’s gone too far my friend. I just have to call it off. The fact is, the world does exist before noon, when I finally escape your clutches, and I’ve gotta be a part of it.

Things have been great bed, but enough is enough is enough.

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After watching some bad anime as a homework assignment from some friends all I can think about is creating my incredible giant robot show based around musical themes. Robots would harmonize and interlock to form new amazing creations based on new musical styles and use songs as attacks. I mean, this show practically writes itself. I mean, you could have an entire show based on the pentatonic scale where none of their coordinations ever accidentally go into dissonance! It would be pretty much brilliant (assuming this hasn’t been done before). To appeal to an American audience all the robot pilots could be inner-city second-generation ipod-toting high schoolers that go to a boarding school to train psychics and superheroes or something. It would work.

So yeah, feel free to steal that and send me the royalty checks kay?

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Dirty Harry is a pretty damn fine film. A lot of cop dramas and crime thrillers in the 70’s got this labeled attached to them that they were gritty and that they blurred the lines between corruption and justice and all that, but Dirty Harry is pretty much the opposite. There is no cleaner-cut, right and wrong, black and white story than Dirty Harry. You’ve got good guys that hate people and do a good job kicking ass, some badguys that are really heinous, and some city officials that get in the way with bureaucracy and navel-gazing rule-mongering. If I were to take a guess, Frank Miller watched Dirty Harry at least once a year since the age of 14. I like to think that all of his noir influences were really seen through a lens of starkly moralistic 70’s cop dramas, and then he wrote Sin City while cranking up the violence a notch. Just taking a guess here. But yeah, Dirty Harry is good stuff. I like how the older a movie gets the more emphasis seems to be placed on elaborate camera maneuvers. We get shots that pan through broken windows, that follow tiny bits of light and reflection on an otherwise pitch-black frame, or that pullback shot from the middle of the San Franciscan football field all the way to its outside. Do all the movements add to the thematics of the movie or increase suspension and drama throughout? Not quite, but there are enough hits to punctuate a few good spots and enough interesting misses to help you pay attention. Maybe I’m just saying all of this (vague, half-baked nonsense) through the perspective of a guy who has watched too many action movies that have set, pre-determined framing techniques for every gunshot, explosion, and clever line of dialogue. I guess thrillers are pulling from an entirely different book altogether (Hitchcock’s?)

Well, enough of this nonsense and back to vidcons.