Made some mighty bad choices lately, that's for sure.
I opted to stay in a drinks meeting with someone interested in a script instead of attending the finals of the Pitch Contest. A contest which, by all accounts, I would have won. Alas, if money is tight next year, the free pass does me no good. And if money is fine next year, I don't mind paying to come to the Festival. Still, the meeting seems to be resulting in little or nothing.
I opted to go see Abnormal Beauty the other night, because it replaced R-Point.
I opted to go see Stomp! Shout! Scream! last night instead of Tristram Shandy.
There are others, but you get the point. It seems every time I pick door number 1, there's an ugly goat there. The sexy goat in lingerie is always behind door number 2. Oh, Sexy Goat. How I miss you so.
Anyway, we made a good choice today. Breakfast at the Kerbey Lane Cafe was was sensational. The gingerbread pancakes were ambrosia. Not the kind that incinerates mortal colons, mind you. The good kind.
Abnormal Beauty was a mess. I love The Eye, and had high hopes for this Pang Brothers outing. Obsession with death, gradual descent into madness, hot Asian chicks. That's a recipe for success. Alas, the movie was poorly structured, with very little plot to speak of and convoluted plot twists that made me wonder if someone didn't drop the script downa flight of stairs, and pick up the pages int he wrong order.
To make matters worse, it was shown on the Imax screen, and appeared to be just a regular DVD, so the resolution was horrible. Throw in some of the worst-translated subtitles since All your base are belong to us and what you have is... well... Domino.
Speaking of horrible messes, a lesson from the room of Bob and A-Game. Don't set your fridge too cold, then accidentally freeze, then thaw, then freeze, then thaw a bag of baby carrots. The result is something with the consistency and taste of something scraped out of the bottom of a leper's gym locker.
Last night, I watched Stomp! Shout! Scream! instead of Tristram Shandy. Mistake! I love the old surfer movies, and couldn't resist something called a Skunk Ape. But this was another abortion of a movie. The pace was clunky, the running gags were more like limping gags, and the jokes failed on virtually every level.
On the upside, the original surferchick songs were all really good, and the lead actor managed to do a workmanlike job capturing the acting style of leading men of the genre they were satirizing. By and large, though, I wouldn't look for this one anywhere except as an Easter Egg on a future release of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
We had a fenderbender the other day. Another driver ran a red light, and is now fighting every step of the way to avoid having to have her insurance pay. She ran the red light! She knew it, too. So A-Game is getting estimates and so on today before a tennis lesson. He's stoked about the tennis.
I'm writing away. Work doesn't stop just because I'm in Texas. Tonight, I see Manderlay! I've been looking forward to this like crazy.
I opted to stay in a drinks meeting with someone interested in a script instead of attending the finals of the Pitch Contest. A contest which, by all accounts, I would have won. Alas, if money is tight next year, the free pass does me no good. And if money is fine next year, I don't mind paying to come to the Festival. Still, the meeting seems to be resulting in little or nothing.
I opted to go see Abnormal Beauty the other night, because it replaced R-Point.
I opted to go see Stomp! Shout! Scream! last night instead of Tristram Shandy.
There are others, but you get the point. It seems every time I pick door number 1, there's an ugly goat there. The sexy goat in lingerie is always behind door number 2. Oh, Sexy Goat. How I miss you so.
Anyway, we made a good choice today. Breakfast at the Kerbey Lane Cafe was was sensational. The gingerbread pancakes were ambrosia. Not the kind that incinerates mortal colons, mind you. The good kind.
Abnormal Beauty was a mess. I love The Eye, and had high hopes for this Pang Brothers outing. Obsession with death, gradual descent into madness, hot Asian chicks. That's a recipe for success. Alas, the movie was poorly structured, with very little plot to speak of and convoluted plot twists that made me wonder if someone didn't drop the script downa flight of stairs, and pick up the pages int he wrong order.
To make matters worse, it was shown on the Imax screen, and appeared to be just a regular DVD, so the resolution was horrible. Throw in some of the worst-translated subtitles since All your base are belong to us and what you have is... well... Domino.
Speaking of horrible messes, a lesson from the room of Bob and A-Game. Don't set your fridge too cold, then accidentally freeze, then thaw, then freeze, then thaw a bag of baby carrots. The result is something with the consistency and taste of something scraped out of the bottom of a leper's gym locker.
Last night, I watched Stomp! Shout! Scream! instead of Tristram Shandy. Mistake! I love the old surfer movies, and couldn't resist something called a Skunk Ape. But this was another abortion of a movie. The pace was clunky, the running gags were more like limping gags, and the jokes failed on virtually every level.
On the upside, the original surferchick songs were all really good, and the lead actor managed to do a workmanlike job capturing the acting style of leading men of the genre they were satirizing. By and large, though, I wouldn't look for this one anywhere except as an Easter Egg on a future release of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
We had a fenderbender the other day. Another driver ran a red light, and is now fighting every step of the way to avoid having to have her insurance pay. She ran the red light! She knew it, too. So A-Game is getting estimates and so on today before a tennis lesson. He's stoked about the tennis.
I'm writing away. Work doesn't stop just because I'm in Texas. Tonight, I see Manderlay! I've been looking forward to this like crazy.
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