Thank god for college radio - this week I found Lauren Pritchard while sitting in the carpool line. Well, not found so much as couldn't escape. Our local college station plays this at least three times a day while I'm in the car.
Love the song, but the charm of the video is that it looks like something I could have made in college, complete with goofy choreography. My gay Mormon roommate Hank could have choreographed the hell out of a video. And, yes, I did actually have a gay Mormon roommate named Hank, accessorized by a girlfriend he never kissed. He did a fabulous routine to "Come On Eileen" that looked like a cross between an Aaron Copeland ballet and the scene between the Jets and the Sharks in West Side Story. Haunting.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Avs Win! Plus Alexander Ovechkin's Floating Head of Doom
Avalanche beat Blackhawks in overtime, so at least until Monday, we're undefeated!
Thoughts: Duchene, O'Reilly, Galiardi and Stewart are FAST. Marty Turco looked slow. I'm amazed at how young this team is. Literally, there are only three guys on the team over 30: Foote, Hejduk, and Hannan. That's probably really good in terms of stamina and speed, maybe not so good in terms of the experience needed in the long haul, witness the slow unraveling at the end of last season. Chicago seemed disorganized; I don't think their off-season roster changes did them any favors. The fact that this is the 15th anniversary of our first Stanley Cup made me feel old. Ow, my sciatica.
I can think of few things more unsettling than opening your school locker and finding the disembodied head of Alexander Ovechkin laughing manically, but apparently CCM thinks it will sell gear. WTF? Actually it is strangely compelling, as you can see here. If you dare. Muhahahahahahaha.
Thoughts: Duchene, O'Reilly, Galiardi and Stewart are FAST. Marty Turco looked slow. I'm amazed at how young this team is. Literally, there are only three guys on the team over 30: Foote, Hejduk, and Hannan. That's probably really good in terms of stamina and speed, maybe not so good in terms of the experience needed in the long haul, witness the slow unraveling at the end of last season. Chicago seemed disorganized; I don't think their off-season roster changes did them any favors. The fact that this is the 15th anniversary of our first Stanley Cup made me feel old. Ow, my sciatica.
I can think of few things more unsettling than opening your school locker and finding the disembodied head of Alexander Ovechkin laughing manically, but apparently CCM thinks it will sell gear. WTF? Actually it is strangely compelling, as you can see here. If you dare. Muhahahahahahaha.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Zombiepalooza!
It's October, and this month we get not one, but two -- TWO -- zombie series coming to a TV screen near you.
Most prominently, The Walking Dead, based on Robert Kirkman's comic book is premiering on AMC Halloween night. Directed by Frank Darabont and starring Andrew Lincoln (late of Brit series Afterlife) and Sarah Wayne Callies (hello, Prison Break), the show has already generated positive buzz, and hopefully will be as well-recieved as AMC mainstays Mad Men and Breaking Bad. Really, zombies, on TV weekly. Santa must have finally gotten around to reading my letter.
In addition, Brit series Dead Set is finally coming to America, premiering on IFC, October 25th. Plot: the contestants of Big Brother are trapped on set while, unbeknownst to them, a zombie outbreak takes place in the streets. Hilarity ensues. Well, not so much hilarity, as lots of running and screaming and eating of brains. You can view the trailer here.
Most prominently, The Walking Dead, based on Robert Kirkman's comic book is premiering on AMC Halloween night. Directed by Frank Darabont and starring Andrew Lincoln (late of Brit series Afterlife) and Sarah Wayne Callies (hello, Prison Break), the show has already generated positive buzz, and hopefully will be as well-recieved as AMC mainstays Mad Men and Breaking Bad. Really, zombies, on TV weekly. Santa must have finally gotten around to reading my letter.
In addition, Brit series Dead Set is finally coming to America, premiering on IFC, October 25th. Plot: the contestants of Big Brother are trapped on set while, unbeknownst to them, a zombie outbreak takes place in the streets. Hilarity ensues. Well, not so much hilarity, as lots of running and screaming and eating of brains. You can view the trailer here.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Fright Night Returns!
Dreamworks is in the midst of remaking 1985's cult classic Fright Night, which starred Roddy McDowell, Chris Sarandon, and William Ragsdale. Normally I'm against remakes on principle, but the new Fright Night will be written by Marti Noxon (Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Mad Men) and star David Tennant and Colin Farrell. Let me repeat that: David Tennant and Colin Farrell. That's brilliant.
David Tennant will be filling the shoes of Roddy McDowell, playing Peter Vincent. First look here.
Colin Farrel will play the vampire-next-door, Jerry Dandridge, Anton Yelchin at Charlie Brewster, Toni Colette at Charlie's mom and Christopher Mintz-Plasse as Evil Ed. Chris Sarandon will also make an appearance.
Film is set for release October of 2011.
Here's the original trailer:
David Tennant will be filling the shoes of Roddy McDowell, playing Peter Vincent. First look here.
Colin Farrel will play the vampire-next-door, Jerry Dandridge, Anton Yelchin at Charlie Brewster, Toni Colette at Charlie's mom and Christopher Mintz-Plasse as Evil Ed. Chris Sarandon will also make an appearance.
Film is set for release October of 2011.
Here's the original trailer:
Monday, October 4, 2010
Hockey's Almost Here
Puck drops on Thursday, October 7 to open the 2010-11 NHL season. Start stocking up on beer now.
Here's the Dropkick Murphys from the 2010 Winter Classic at Fenway.
Here's the Dropkick Murphys from the 2010 Winter Classic at Fenway.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Vintage TV Themes - Tony Curtis Edition
My favorite Tony Curtis performances were in The Boston Strangler and Some Like It Hot. The kid in me fondly remembers The Great Race.
Hawaii Five-0 got me dredging through old TV theme songs on YouTube, and I found this one in honor of Tony Curtis. It was back when real men weren't afraid to wear V-neck sweaters and ascots. Also, sideburns were cool, and you could drink champagne and smoke unfiltered cigarettes while driving your spiffy race car. The thing that really clinches it for me is the exclamation point. It's not just The Persuaders, it's The Persuaders!
Hawaii Five-0 got me dredging through old TV theme songs on YouTube, and I found this one in honor of Tony Curtis. It was back when real men weren't afraid to wear V-neck sweaters and ascots. Also, sideburns were cool, and you could drink champagne and smoke unfiltered cigarettes while driving your spiffy race car. The thing that really clinches it for me is the exclamation point. It's not just The Persuaders, it's The Persuaders!
Friday, October 1, 2010
The Journey of a Thousand Miles, blah, blah, blah.
My new goal beginning today, the first day of October, is to simply write a page a day on the new novel. I figure I'll just get up an hour earlier each day, after all how much different is three hours of sleep a night from four? A single, solitary page. Even if I just did that and no more, I'd be finished by next October. So here it is, page 1.
The pond was frozen, a stretch of ice that took on the black-grey color of faded asphalt in the faltering light of an overcast mid-January afternoon. In a few months, when the curtain of the season lifted, the pond would thaw in increments, and by April the park would be overrun with ruddy-faced children, mothers and nannies reading paperbacks on benches while their charges set sail little wax-sealed paper boats on a miniature sea. Allie could hear the ghosts of their laughter in puffs of wind that rattled skeletal trees.
She didn’t glance at her watch as she rounded the park and took the turn up Church Street toward St. Michael’s; she’d finally let go of the need to time her run. Instead, she focused on the metronome thud of her heart. She kept her eyes on the sidewalk ahead, wary of a patch of ice or a loose scatter of gravel. It was new, this impulse to call up pictures of disaster: a sprained knee as she stumbled and lost her footing, a broken wrist as her hand clutched at the low stone retaining wall. Allison Brennan had never been cautious.
The first flakes of the promised snow began to fall as St. Michael’s came into view, the leaden sky pressing down as if it were a canopy the spires might tear apart. A quarter of the way now -- two miles to St. Michael’s, two miles to the crest of Hangman’s Hill, and then back home again along the far side of the park, a circuit that she’d run almost daily for 10 years now, begun the first day after she’d turned in her shield and started life over.
Chapter One
The pond was frozen, a stretch of ice that took on the black-grey color of faded asphalt in the faltering light of an overcast mid-January afternoon. In a few months, when the curtain of the season lifted, the pond would thaw in increments, and by April the park would be overrun with ruddy-faced children, mothers and nannies reading paperbacks on benches while their charges set sail little wax-sealed paper boats on a miniature sea. Allie could hear the ghosts of their laughter in puffs of wind that rattled skeletal trees.
She didn’t glance at her watch as she rounded the park and took the turn up Church Street toward St. Michael’s; she’d finally let go of the need to time her run. Instead, she focused on the metronome thud of her heart. She kept her eyes on the sidewalk ahead, wary of a patch of ice or a loose scatter of gravel. It was new, this impulse to call up pictures of disaster: a sprained knee as she stumbled and lost her footing, a broken wrist as her hand clutched at the low stone retaining wall. Allison Brennan had never been cautious.
The first flakes of the promised snow began to fall as St. Michael’s came into view, the leaden sky pressing down as if it were a canopy the spires might tear apart. A quarter of the way now -- two miles to St. Michael’s, two miles to the crest of Hangman’s Hill, and then back home again along the far side of the park, a circuit that she’d run almost daily for 10 years now, begun the first day after she’d turned in her shield and started life over.
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