Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Monday, January 24, 2005 The Pitch: It's like Shorter meets Much Shorter! Saw some print ads for Be Cool on my way to work--there's this one boarded up store front along Mission where the bill-posters go nuts--and I have to say, it looks like it should be called Be Crap: John Travolta has squandered any good will I had ever given him because of Pulp Fiction and the like, and now must pay me to see his movies. In cash.I have no updated in forever, ever, ever. Because of some health stuff going on in Edi's family, I amy not have much time and/or inclination to update this page, so briefly, here's my usual batch of More Updates About Buildings and Food: Bollywood Engorgement: I am a happily bloated tic on the formerly fat underbelly of Bollywood cinema. Not only did I go see Elaan last week at the Naz Super Eight; not only did I surreptitiously snap pictures at the screen in an attempt to get a photo of my beloved India Film Certificate (I've been too scared to see if they turned out); not only did I find myself, on the way home, in front of the former beloved sight of the original Naz Super Eight (a rectangle of rainwater where only the foundation remains, colors of the traffic lights skittering on the surface like water bugs); but I bought an absurd amount of used Bollywood DVDs from the nail salon/video store across from the new Naz. Like, eleven Bollywood DVDs. I am unable to properly convey how happy this makes me--the closest I can come is to admit that, when I'm in the living room and can't make myself happy by looking at Edi, I look to the shelf with the Bollywood DVDs and feel a warm avaristic thrill. Video Entropy: Of course, the reason why Edi usually isn't in the living room is because my video game playing has driven her from it. I've jumped from playing GTA: San Andreas to Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eater which, wacky controls aside, may be my favorite of the three PS/PS2 Metal Gear Solid games. The boss battles are wonderful--apart from the inevitable fuckin' battle with the Metal Gear, which made me play for literally half an hour after I wanted to quit just because it's such a pain in the ass and something I never, ever want to do again. I have taken a secret oath that, after completing both GTA:SA and MGS:SE to not play any video games for six months after completion. I'm putting it down in writing. Black lotus eating is pleasant up to a point, but I've got stuff to do. Updates About Updating Updates: I have not uploaded my last three Fanboy Rampages for the Comix Experience site. Nor have I updated my Bio page, my list of top movies, and my photos for Lazy Bastard. And the reason for this is that I have lost my FTP passwords for both sites and forgotten them because I used them so infrequently. One of this week's goals is to call my ISP and sheepishly ask for a password reboot. Please don't tell Hibbs. Buildings and Food: I am back on the diet thing and, apart from last week, have been doing okay with it. But, weirdly, my current food fixations these days are for spinach and yams: I cannot tell you how I got started on either, but I am totally into throwing yams in the oven and then eating them piping hot and soft and smeared with butter, and I'm into thawing frozen spinach and then throwing it in a bowl with ponzu sauce and bonito flakes. I think my system has decided the only way to survive this year's bout of seasonal affective disorder is to lay heavy on the iron and Vitamin A. As for buildings, I am currently gaga over The Castro Theatre, very much like the Cartoon Art Museum and can see the charms in the Green Room at the War Memorial Building. I need a new book, as it's taken me ten days to get ten pages into The Remains of the Day. I don't want to reread Pynchon's V for what must be at least the fourth time, but I do, but I don't. Please help. Wha? I thought this was going to be short, dammit! P.S. To cross at least two of these threads, I got up to pee the other morning and came back to bed with the realization that the only way to properly adapt Jonathan Franzen's The Corrections for the screen is to do it as a Bollywood musical. This actually came on the heels of trying to figure out which Shakespeare play would make the best Bollywood musical, for which I still have no decent answer. posted by Jeff Lester | 5:58 PM | |
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