Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Wednesday, May 19, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Godzilla meets The Blob! A quick update, just because I ate so much sushi I think I may have ruptured something...It's newsletter time and I'm going to have to totally get off the stick. The last night of Godzilla is tomorrow, and I very much want to see it on the big screen. Really, really, really want to see it. If that's really true, though, why didn't I do more work on the newsletter today? I have some very good excuses, but the bad excuse is more Red Dead Revolver. I had to go back to it because I really like the duels, and I wanted to see what came next, and I'm a sucker. A whining, snivelling Pavlov's dog of a sucker. It gets better as you go on, a little. It's hard not to like a game where you get to shoot homicidal circus midgets, and I got to the introduction of the fish-out-of-water trick shooter (a beloved staple of the spaghetti western). But it's still not particularly good--which didn't stop me from eating up my spare time playing it. In fact, even now I'm bargaining with myself: Well, if I play it tonight, I'll get it out of my system and be less tempted to play it tomorrow. Yeah. Sure. Also there were some other things I wanted to post about, but rapidly approaching blood sugar coma presents me doing so in any great detail, or even remembering fully what they were. One was feeling kinda antsy about this whole Quentin Tarantino/Sophia Coppola dating thing. I saw a picture of them arm in arm at Cannes and it creeped me out. If I can get a better grasp on why, I'll let you know. It may only be the potential for truly frightening kids. Speaking of potential, here's a dollop of the wasted stuff. To publicize their Nick Hornby Songbook, McSweeneys had the good idea to invite people to write in short essays about their favorite songs, Hornsby-style. The results, from the few I've sampled, are pretty awful. Or at least two of my favorite songs ("Allison" and "Aching to Be") are written about in a very cringe-worthy way. Could I write a short essay about one of my favorite songs and not bone it up as badly? And if so, which song? And how to avoid the sucking? posted by Jeff Lester | 10:13 PM | |
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