Yeah, um, whatever. I’ve been busy. Shut up.
I actually have something I’m dying to write about, but I’m waiting for something before I do. Cryptic? Yes. But you’ll just have to wait and see. I know you’re on the edge of your seat…
So I’ll leave you with some randomness for the time being. This is but a snippet of things that have gone through my mind today. Don’t try to understand, just read.
Earlier today I heard a song that evoked a memory. I’m quite sure I’m not the only person who relates moments in life with songs. I have lots of musical memories, most of which would seem terribly banal to the rest of the world, I’m sure. (Though the fact that I equate Rage Against the Machine and N.W.A to sex could possibly make for an interesting story. But, another time perhaps.)
Anyway, the song that took me back today was Blurry by Puddle of Mudd. Let’s get this out there first - I loathe that song. It was overplayed, and it’s just plain annoying in my opinion. But whenever I hear it now, it makes me laugh.
One afternoon at some point in 2002, while the song was in the midst of every hour on the hour replay on KROQ, David and I were sitting outside the Glendale Galleria having a smoke. There was a man sitting about 4 tables away from us who was muttering to himself a little when we sat down. (If you’ve never lived in Los Angeles or a large city like it, that might seem strange in itself. Sadly, it’s commonplace there, and you learn to just live with it.) Everything was okay for a minute or two, but suddenly he was overcome with maniacal laughter and then this:
“Fuck the Armenian mafia! I don’t care if they kill me now! Are you listening to me? Come get me you fuckers! Can you take it all away… the pain you gave to me… can you take it all away… can you take it all away…. can you take it all away… the pain you gave to me…”
And so on, ad nauseam. Sometimes I wonder if he survived that little outburst. We didn’t stick around to find out.
OOOOH! City Dweller’s web site is now open for business! Go shop! (Please, shop. It took a LOT of my time to build this damn site, and I’ve still got gads of work to do. It needs to start bringing in some moolah.)
I was browsing through free ecard selections online, in order to better bombard a friend’s email with birthday wishes later this week. There are scores of these websites out there, but I try to avoid the ones with pop-up ads and really stupid cards, which means there’s like 5 left. So I was trying to find some new ones, and in my search I came across this title - “Free e-Cards for pornography addicts and the people who love them.”
Who could resist? I mean really. Come on.
The selections are priceless…
“All the things that you’ve been hiding… …have really hurt me. Please get help for your pornography addiction.”
“Your pornography addiction is leaving me lonely… Why am I not enough?”
“Just do it [accompanied by a picture of a sneaker]. Winning your personal battle against pornography is a tough fight. … I’m praying for you, Honey!”
Aside from the fact that it’s clear this site is of the opinion that anyone who’s ever looked at a pornographic picture is a heathen condemned to a special level of hell and in need of an intervention - PRONTO! - these cards are just plain ridiculous. I mean, if you’re dealing with a problem that is actually to the level of an addiction, and you think sending an ecard is the best course of action to nudge the addict into healing…
Oh. So that’s why your significant other needs porn. Gotcha.
I saw a commercial for Jet Li’s new film, Fearless, during Adult Swim tonight. Rather than just stick with an edited 30 second trailer, they took a different approach.
(shots of text being carved from stone as movie-trailer-voice guy narrates)
CROUCHING TIGER HIDDEN DRAGON
(cut to a short scene of the new movie)
ALL HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON
(cut back to stone background)
FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHER YUEN WO-PING
(cut to fight scenes from movie)
NOW THE MAN BEHIND THE DECADE’S BEST ACTION MOVIES HAS SAVED HIS BEST FOR JET LI’S LAST…
I dunno. That just strikes me as an odd choice for marketing. Except for the fanboy market (which, granted, is mostly what you’re aiming at if you’re advertising on Adult Swim), who’s that gonna woo?
Don’t get me wrong - the fight scene choreography in all of the mentioned films is outstanding, and I’m sure some of the success of those had at least something to do with his wizardry. But he also choreographed The Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions… and no amount of magical choreography could have saved those trainwrecks. I doubt even the fanboys would argue with me on that one.
Note to movie marketing type people: If you’re pinning all your hopes for box office turnout on the fight scene choreographer, it might be time to find a new job.
And finally… this evening I stopped to pick up some terribly bad for me, but fabulously easy and cheap, fast food for dinner on my way home. I decided to stop at a KFC for the first time in - literally - years, just because all of a sudden fried chicken sounded good to me. (Hey, I am a Southern gal you know). They were still supposed to be open for a couple more hours (this will be important in a second) and there were no other cars waiting at the drive-thru as I pulled up to order. I was told that they’d be right with me, so I waited. And waited. And waited some more. After some time had passed (Ok, it was probably only like 5 minutes, but I think there’s some sort of temporal shift that happens in a drive-thru - it felt far closer to 4 hours. I had time to read the entire menu about 10 times while I was waiting, and wow, is it boring.) a voice boomed:
“Ok people, that’s it, we are all out of chicken for the night. We ain’t got no more chicken.”
That is just WRONG.
And I am still craving fried chicken, dammit.