Random Musings
- If you’re going to fuck up somebody’s truck, you’d better have a helluva lot better justification than “probably.” Just sayin’. Oh, and unless you want to pay for all the damage you’ve caused, carving your name into his leather seats probably isn’t a good idea.
- People who have read the book suck. If you’ve read the book, do yourself and everyone else a favor: Don’t go see the movie. They simply can’t fit a 400-page book into a two hour movie, so it’s going to be different. Deal with it, or stay home. Even if they did stay true to the book, you’d end up with something like 2001: A Space Oddysey, which makes absolutely no fucking sense to anyone who hasn’t read the book.
- If the ability to read from a teleprompter were the most important criterion for being president, Clinton would be defeated by Obama in a landslide. But for self-effacing humor, Edwards wins hands down. [Side note: Obama proves that he's anti-gun by removing James Brady from the "On Notice" board. I'm surprised Uncle isn't all over this.]
- While I’m on the subject of things absolutely nobody here cares about, the NBA playoffs start today. Whatever little semblance of traveling and charging rules the NBA may have, they’re officially null and void until next season.
April 19th, 2008 in
I do too have a life
re 2001, if you can’t find the book, THC goes a long way in making the film understandable. At least temporarily. You know those 3D movies where there is a prompt for everyone to put on their glasses? The light show scene was just like that back when the film was first released. Except everyone lit a joint. Also the soundtrack did more for Zarathustra than “10″ did for Ravel’s Bolero…
Note: now that we have had Strangelove and Space Odyssey references, I am anticipating something about A Clockwork Orange.
I’ll never hear the song “Singin’ in the Rain” the same way again…
True that.
Since you mentioned A Clockwork Orange, and this is a random musings post, I was unhappy to hear from a friend of mine that the Korova Milk Bar on Avenue A, an homage to that of the movie, closed down back in the end of 2006.
They used to have alternating specials on Friday and Saturday nights of $5 boilermakers, Rolling Rock and Jack Daniels one night, Corona and Cuervo the other. Not bad for Manhattan (theme) bar prices! They also had all these varieties of alcoholic milk shakes, that were more expensive, but a big hit for the ladies.
Apparently it re-opened in like White Plains or some shit.
Normally, I’m anti city bargoing/hopping, preferring to stick to cheap local joints (where they’re familiar with the concept of a buy-back) since I’m in a long term relationship and part of the seemingly endangered species, the faithful male. But that was always one spot I was always down to head down to. Those $5 specials ended a friend’s Seinfeld-ian 13 years without puking streak. Ahh, good times!