Tuesday, February 20

A Grave Injustice

Ghost Rider's weekend box office gross: $51.5 million

What is wrong with you people?

Tuesday, February 13

Nuts.

Well, my boy Sean Michel didn't make it through tonight's American Idol cuts. He made it through the first series, but got axed during the group sing thing. Didn't even get to see him sing. Nuts. Anyway, here's a link to his band's myspace page. I guess that's almost as good.

Sunday, February 11

Smash a teenager in 20 steps!

I caught the end of Final Destination 3 (3!) last night and as I was watching, I hashed out the plot for a prequel movie. It occurred to me that the convoluted deaths in these movies are just like the Rube Goldberg machines we made in physics class in high school, except in this case there are no coins flipped but sometimes somebody might get a sheet of plate glass dropped on them.

(I am fully aware, of course, that the Rube Goldberg idea is not new [probably because it's so dang obvious], as a Google of "final destination" "rube goldberg" turned up 920 hits. I'm not trying to claim originality here.)

So here's my idea: Rube Goldberg dies in 1970, at the ripe old age of 87. When he gets to the pearly gates, he gets hired on by the Angel of Death as the Traveling Assistant to the Angel of Death. The movie could be about Rube's coming of age as the Traveling Assistant to the Angel of Death, with all sorts of hilarious hijinx naturally following as Rube learns his job. At first, he resists the job, claiming he just wants to flip light switches. He'd have to bear heckling from Death's other assistants about his bizarre methods and then get a pep talk from St. Paul about perseverance. By the film's end, of course, he'll be much better than the Angel of Death at getting the job done. So every time Death screws up and people get away, Rube gets up off the bench and takes care of business.

Just think about that next time you're watching Final Destination and you witness another Goldbergian demise: Rube's up there, pulling the levers and figuring out how to smash a teenager in 20 steps.

Monday, February 5

Eccentrostatic

It's so dry here in these sub-zero temperatures that today at work I was brutally shocked on the lip by a cubicle wall. That'll teach me.

Sunday, February 4

Saturday, February 3

There's a first time for everything

I may have to watch more than just the first auditions on American Idol this year, if only to see how this guy does:



(updated 3/4 for youtube's video sabotage)

So cool.

Saturday, December 9

This is old news, but...

I just remembered that the next Die Hard movie is going to be called Live Free or Die Hard (link).

Seriously?

Granted, this is from the minds that brought us Die Hard 2: Die Harder and Die Hard: With a Vengeance, but this new name sounds like a Steven Seagal movie. I wonder if anyone at the production company (or whoever names these things) actually thinks this name sounds cool. Every time I hear it, I think of Steven Seagal running, which is very laughsome.

And speaking of Seagal, since everyone has stopped paying attention to him, he's gotten prolific. Dude made 10 movies in the 90s, and in the (nearly) 7 years this decade, he's made 15 (with 4 more in production right now). Seven of those are straight to video, which goes along with nobody paying attention to him, but 15 movies? That's nuts. How does he keep getting funding for these?

Tuesday, November 14

This is brilliant.



How awesome is that?