Still not over the Breaking Bad series finale. Not sure I ever will be.
Current Status (pictured above): More hair than man.
Imagine Dragons -Tiptoe
Current Thoughts: Less than two weeks away from attending the Minnesota State Fair and seeing Depeche Mode in concert. To say I’m excited is an understatement.
I’ve finally seen the film a href=”http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Psychopaths”>Seven Psychopaths, written and directed by Martin McDonagh. Such a fantastic film. So many amazing performances and such strong writing. I haven’t enjoyed a film on that level in quite a while.
I’ve begun playing Marvel Heroes, the action MMORPG featuring a plethora of Marvel Comics superheroes. It’s fun, if a bit basic. I’m enjoying it so far.
Current Calming Image:
Current Plans: Sleep > Breakfast > Walk in the sunlight > Marvel Heroes > Dinner > More Marvel Heroes > Sleep
Current Status (pictured above): Disembodied head, simultaneously floating through all of time and space. I am every where at every time. Forever.
Current Audio Matrix:
Yoko Kanno Moon
Current Thought System: I miss the desert at night. I miss the earth beneath my feet and the entirety of the cosmos playing out above my head in brilliant technicolor reality. I miss the stillness, the absolute quiet. I miss being able to think. I also miss the ocean at night. The roar of the water, the moonlight dancing upon the waves, the sand between my toes. The link between these two things, of course, being sand. I miss sand, I suppose is what is to be taken away from all of this. I think in cycles, it seems, as I’m certain I’ve spoken about my love of the desert and beach here before with the same sense of melancholy and longing. Oh well.
Current Calming Visual Arrangement:
Current Sustenance Classification: It seems as though I have been sustaining primarily on a diet of Red Vines and Diet Citrus and/or Mixed Berry Green Tea lately. I haven’t thought to track any changes to my physiology that this may or may not have caused up until this point. This may have been a horrible mistake.
Current Plans: There are standing plans to go and see The Wolverine this evening. There are also plans to purchase (at least) a six-pack of Guinness. Whether either of these plans come to fruition remains to be seen.
The sun is shining on Minnesota. It sends beams of light and warmth from the depths of space on a quest to light our way and warm our faces, those beams are filtered through the atmosphere, through clouds that cast such a heavenly glow to the skies above and through leaves ever green that dance upon the wind and create shadows that never rest in the same place twice.
Taking a brief walk to bask in this phenomena, while mildly uncomfortable, is recommended, as I assure you it is good for the soul. Wave to your neighbors, stop along the way to watch a squirrel scurry up the side of a tree. Close your eyes and tilt your head upward every so often, so as to allow the rays to reach your face more easily. You will not regret it.
I visited the “I Write Like:” analyzer today. I entered three samples of my writing, and these were the results:
When I write of our place in the universe, it resembles Arthur C. Clarke.
When I write of people becoming zombies, it resembles Cory Doctorow.
And when I write a boring blog entry about nothing in particular, it resembles David Foster Wallace.
I am okay with all of this.
Here is a list of famous last words of some well known authors.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
I’ll leave you with that, as I go off to ponder what my final utterance in this plane of existence will be. I’ll also me making hot dogs for dinner.
Hopefully my last words will not involve hot dogs.
Quickly and then sleep.
My copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman has finally arrived. I have not yet started reading it, as I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once I do. Temptation will win out soon enough (most likely when I wake up later).
If you have never seen The Mindscape of Alan Moore, the 2005 documentary about Alan Moore, I’ve just learned that it is on Youtube. In its entirety.
I felt the immediate urge to share this information with as many people as possible.
If you’re a fan of his work, or just have an interest in him as a person (as he is quite the interesting character, to put it lightly), it is well worth the time spent watching it. It might give you a bit of insight into why I consider myself a member of the Church of Moore.
Sleep now, reading later.
Current Status (pictured above):
A man at rest, preparing quietly –and mentally– for the coming storm on the horizon.
Current Sound Saturation:
Snow Patrol The Lightning Strike
I have been having odd dreams lately. One night saw the wife and myself joining a focus group for a mysterious project that turned out to be a science experiment being conducted on inter-dimensional travel and time manipulation. Another night saw a slightly younger version of myself defending my current home from an unseen invading force. I’m not sure what any of it means.
Current Calming Imagery:
Sleep. More things will follow the sleep, but sleep is the most important element of my very near future.
Mostly a video, though.
This video, in particular:
I suggest you watch it immediately. All of you. It’s only a little over six minutes long.
Not much else to report, I’m afraid. I’ve finally ordered The Ocean At The End Of The Lane by Neil Gaiman. If you know me at all, you know how difficult a thing it is for me, not having the newest Neil Gaiman book at the precise moment of release. But that’s soon to change. Another week or two, and it will be in my hands and I will shut away from the world and read in silence and it will be glorious.
I suppose I have only one thing more to add.
(If you have not been watching the current fifth season of The Venture Bros., you have indeed been missing out.)
Current Status (pictured above): Awake well beyond a time anyone of normal mind frame would consider to be healthy.
Current Aural Stimulation:
Portishead – Numb
Current Pain: Have somehow injured my right shoulder. Uncertain as to when injury took place, but it hurts to move my arm in an upward fashion. I foresee this complicating my ability to deliver devastating uppercut punches to my enemies. Am at a physical disadvantage to those who might wish me harm. On the mend.
Current Calming Imagery:
Current Plans: Sleep to follow soon. Afterward, will venture forth into the world on foot to procure new items with which to grant nourishment to my family. After that, I will work until the time just before the sun peeks over the horizon. Then sleep will follow once more.
Current Inspirational Quote:
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
GAME OF THRONES HIATUS: WEEK ONE
* First Sunday without Game of Thrones. The walls are closing in like so many White Walkers. I can hear the wind howling from outside and though it is bright and warm as the sun beams down from the heavens above, I know the truth. Winter is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I only wish it were not so far away.
* I was certain that I would handle this better. I was certain it would not hurt this much. I know now that certainty means nothing when faced with the unique adversity of being without one of your favorite shows for almost a year. I know now that the pain will not subside until I can once again see the beauty of Westeros on my television screen. I must deal with this pain until then.
* Luckily, as an avid Game of Thrones viewer, I have grown accustomed to pain.
The people of the internet are very divided in their opinion of Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel. Half of the internet have called it the best Superman movie so far, while the other half refuse to call it a Superman movie at all.
Having seen it, I am in the latter half of the internet.
Once I stopped thinking of it as a Superman film and started looking at it as a summer blockbuster film involving aliens and big explosions, fight scenes and bloated visuals, I was able to enjoy it. But do not be fooled. Anyone going into this movie expecting a film about Superman will be sorely disappointed. The main character in this film is named Kal-El of Krypton, he goes by the Earth name of Clark Kent, he dons a red and blue costume with a large “S” on the front and flies around with a flowing red cape behind him. He is even referred to as Superman on more than one occasion, but none of that matters. This man is an impostor.
I will not spoil the events of the film that lead me to say these words. The only thing I will say to those of you who have not yet seen it and are confused by what I’m saying is this: The Superman in this film crosses lines the Superman we all know and love would never cross.
As I said, I was able to enjoy the film for what it was. The cast is amazing, Amy Adams as Lois Lane especially, and Henry Cavill need not shoulder the blame for the events in this film as he did the best job he could with the script he was given. That is the root of the issues with this movie, the true source of the many flaws that weigh down Man of Steel; The writing.
The fault, I feel, lay not with the director, Zack Snyder. Anyone who enters this movie with prior knowledge of his directorial style will not be surprised by how the movie looks. Snyder delivers an enjoyable summer blockbuster, but the little kid in me who used to run around his living room with a red
cape towel hanging from his back was very disappointed.
There you have it, the line has been drawn in the sand. I am on my side of this heated internet debate, and now you must see the film and decide on which side you find yourself. But do not allow anyone to determine for you whether or not you should see this movie. I urge you to see it for yourself, with an open mind, and to only then decide how much of this movie you’re able to take.
And of course, today is Father’s Day. So I would be remiss if I didn’t commemorate the event with a tasteless Batman image:
It is day two of my weekend away from work and my allergies are making it very difficult for me not to give into the urge to turn into an angry half bear, half man type creature, angrily swatting at passersby with my huge paws while growling and snarling. But I persevere. I press on. I take Zyrtec.
Still really bummed about Kim Deal leaving The Pixies. Overall, I understand it and I’m not protesting it or anything, but it’s still a weird thing. Kim Deal was one of those teenage crushes for me and it’s odd to think that she’s no longer a part of one of my favorite bands. I can feel my dream of one day seeing The Pixies, in their truest form, perform live slipping away. Oh well, at least we’ll always have The Breeders.
Troubling news comes from the nerd front, as two of the biggest Superman fans I have ever known in my life, both of whom were very excited to see Man of Steel, are now reporting to me that it’s a huge disappointment. “That is NOT Superman” said one of them. This concerns me, as I am also a nerd and Superman has been a part of my life since I was a child. I fear disappointment looms on the horizon for me, as well. We’ll see it tonight, after we fill our bellies full of delicious food at a nearby restaurant. Will report back with my findings. Stay tuned to this channel for further Man of Steel updates.
E3 has come and gone and I have decided, not that anyone reading this will ultimately care, to go with a PS4 as my next console purchase. The X-Box One places far too many silly restrictions on the very act of playing video games for me to even consider getting one anymore. I had toyed with the notion of buying one before and even during the Microsoft presentation at E3, but once the Sony presentation revealed that all of the issues I have with the X-Box One console are quite literally non-existent on the Playstation 4, I felt the choice was an obvious one.
I have been a loyal X-Box user for a number of years now, always prepared to defend the annual fee paid to enjoy the X-Box Live service (which I always found preferable to the free-to-access Playstation Network), always favoring the 360 releases over ones on the PS3. So it’s an odd feeling to switch sides like this. I feel as though I’m a traitor to my ilk, as though I’m turning my back on an old friend in favor of the new and exotic kid that just moved in down the street. But it also feels, at least a little bit, like my old friend betrayed me. Like my old friend and I have grown into two different people with two different views on the world and that maybe it’s best if we don’t talk much anymore. Maybe it’ll help preserve sanity on both sides.
But even that analogy makes little sense, as I was a Sony guy from the Playstation heyday through the reign of the PS2, only jumping ship when the PS3 came out in much the same fashion that I’m doing so now with the X-Box One. On the one hand, I feel as though I’m turning my back on Microsoft, but on the other, it feels like I’m returning home. So while I’ve grown in a different direction as my old friend the X-Box and feel we need to spend some time apart from one another while I go spend time with the exotic new kid down the street, I also feel like that exotic new kid has turned out to be the friend I once had long before I ever met the X-Box, only now he dresses better and got his braces off. The exotic new friend was the old friend all along. Which means there’s still hope for me returning to X-Box someday in the future, maybe when the next-next generation of X-Box comes out.
And so the dance continues.
But really, neither console presentations were as important to me as the one put on by Square Enix, who not only unveiled the fact that Final Fantasy Versus XIII is now known as Final Fantasy XV, but also showed footage from this:
Yes, Kingdom Hearts III is finally happening. Not another sub-par handheld release, not another mobile game, but an honest to goodness real big screen high definition console Kingdom Hearts game for the first time in almost a decade. Words can not express how happy I am. Between Final Fantasy XV, Kingdom Hearts III, and Dragon Age: Inquisition it’s clear that I definitely need to buy one of the new consoles at some point.
Right. Laundry before dinner before the movie. Off I go, then.