Followup to the suckiness of Troy part deux

In the grand tradition of the 15-minute Pericles, here's a 15-minute Troy. And the sad part is, it's pretty accurate.

What L'il Shieh's been doing...

He's online a lot more now. I've almost IM'd him a bunch of times, but I keep wussing out. One of these days, I'll do it. His current away message says, "I can't believe the school of music mispelled my name on the earl v. moore award." Curious, I looked up what that was. Here's what I found out (scroll down a bit).

Excerpt:

"He has served as President of the UM American String Teachers Association for two years, and founded the Music and Social Change Initiative, through which he and other students opened and facilitated music workshops in Michigan prisons"

Jesus fuckin' christ. I am so fuckin' worthless it's not even funny. I was about to IM him, too, before I read this. Here's how I imagined the conversation going:

Me: So how's it going, man?
Shieh: Not bad -- teaching music to prisoners, writing poems and symphonies, the usual. You?
Me: I work at an insurance company.
Shieh: So, you sold out, eh?

Ok, he probably wouldn't say that last bit, but you never know.

Coincidentally, "Blog This!" is a great little tool. Props to the Blogger folk.

Followup to the suckiness of Troy

Yup yup. I forgot how shitty this particular line was, but this post on Killoggs reminded me.

"Hey Brad, here's 15 million to be in Troy. TAKE IT, IT'S YOOOHWWRRSS."

Exactly.

What's the Greek word for obesity?

So I saw a couple of films this weekend. But Ktpetals already said all I have to say about them. But I'll talk about 'em anyway.

First, "Supersize me". It's kind of like a movie version of "Fast Food Nation", but it gets a little Michael Moore-y at the end. The last five or so minutes of the film are basically just Spurlock going on a tirade about how McDonald's will kill us or we'll kill McDonald's. Admittely, it was kind of sketchy that the McLawyers argued that there was no direct link between eating McFood and poor health. But, I mean, what did you expect? You want them to say, "Yeah, our food sucks, sorry?" It's not like they're putting crack in their hamburgers -- you can stop eating McDonald's any time you want. As I would've done in Spurlock's case, when I found out my liver was failing.

Also, I find it a bit hard to believe that the dude would get that sick from eating McDonald's 3 times a day for a month. But then again, maybe it's not all that hard to believe. In any case, I'm certainly not going to verify it for myself. Maybe I'd do better since I'm already kinda out of shape to begin with.

And then there was Troy. *shrugs* What can ya do? It had some kick-ass fightin'. Too bad the dialogue sucked ass. And the acting. And, well, everything that didn't involve fighting.

The one thing I will say in its defense is this: who gives a shit if it's not the Iliad? Really. Although, having read the Oresteia, I was a bit confused to see Agamemnon not survive. But I appreciated the nod to the Aeniad towards the end. Maybe Wolfgang was leaving room for a sequel? Except it'd be called "Rome" and Dido would be played by Beyonce Knowles. Or perhaps Dido? (Eh? eh? Get it? And then she could sing "Thank you" when she commits suicide. It'd be great.)

Lesson for the day: NEVER put something in quotation marks in your post title. It screws everything up. Comments will work now.

D&D luvin'

Check it. "Adventures in Cybersex" -- a dude, calling himself "Bloodninja", does stupid shit in sex chat rooms. The result: hilarity. I probably shouldn't be reading this at work, but I just got off a really tough phone call (more yelling at me for stuff that's not my fault), so y'all can kiss my ass.

Apparently, I'm seeing "Supersize Me" tonite. WooT!

I woke up this morning and found somebody sleeping on the futon in my living room. I hope it's one of Mikey's friends and not a hobo who broke into my house.

My new friend

This guy who I work with, Jay, is my new friend. I've been driving him home for the past couple of weeks, so we've gotten to talking. We both share an interest in video games and '80s kitch. To wit, he loves Milli Vanilli. We've been sitting at our desks all day singing bits from "Blame it on the Rain". It's silly.

We've also been discussing the forthcoming PSP, the portable gaming console by Sony. It looks like it'll kick some serious ass. It's basically a portable Playstation, complete with the ability to play movies. It looks way cooler than Nintendo's competing product, the "DS". That stands for "Dual Screen", so named because the handheld console features two screens, one of which can be operated using a PDA-esque stylus. I'm not sure what role the stylus would play in the actual gaming, though -- I think the DS is meant to double as a PDA thereby bridging the gap between utility and entertainment. Or something.

In any case, I'm saving my money for the Playstation 3.

Booya!

WooT! New template! Notice how I got the comments to appear in the right place. Because I am the man, bitches.

Note to Blogger: I like what you've done with the place. Friendly graphics abound. But I notice that none of your cool new templates have a "links" sidebar -- I had to add that myself. Oh, and I can't get your comments to work. But CommentThis works fine for me.

The way Blind Date should be...

Thanks to Boingboing, I've discovered Harmon Leon. He inflitrates various organizations, ranging from Jack-in-the-Box to The Church of Scientology, does stupid (but funny) shit, then writes about his experiences. This is his account of his appearance on Blind Date. He pretended to be an Armenian landlord and generally made an ass of himself. It's funny shit. Here's where he meets his date:

“LET’S DATE!” I exclaim, following with “DO YOU LIKE PIE?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of pie do you like?”

“Apple.”

Letting this sink in, I speak directly to the camera. “The date is already going really, really well,” much to the annoyance of the field director, who once again explains the filming rules. "

There's another story where he tells about how he tried to get fired from Jack-in-the-Box after only working there for 3 hours (he didn't succeed, unfortunately). Also very funny.

I'm on a Stephen King kick -- now reading "Hearts in Atlantis". You might remember it for being a shitty movie starring Anthony Hopkins. The books seems a tad better. And, as always, it features a kid with super-powers (in this case, mind-reading). It's the kind of book Stephen King writes when he's in a good (but still spooky) mood. Like that bit from the Twilight Zone movie where all the old people turn into kids and then back again. Case in point, it features this line (about the main character's first kiss): "It's the kiss by which all others in your life will be judged and found wanting." Awwwwww.

Ok, back to work.

Desperation: It's not just a small town in central Nevada

Saw the other part of Kill Bill this weekend. The lady pretty much sums up how I feel about it. One additional comment: I want the soundtrack. I've had it in my head for the past 3 days.

I've been reading a Stephen King novel (my first, I think) called "Desperation". True to form, it's freaky. It's about these people who end up in this little town called ... you guessed it. Supernatural scariness ensues. It seems the King has a thing for kids who talk to god (see also: "The Shining"). The main thing I noticed about King is that the way he writes -- it's very transparent. He gives you just enough environmental info. to orient yourself, then lets dialogue carry the action. I can see why he's popular. Plus, he can tell one heckuva scary story, long-winded though it may be (this book is somewhere around 700 pages). But it's given me something to do today; I've had one call all day long. Well, two, actually. The other one got to me by mistake and I transferred it to the right place. It's a little boring, as you might imagine.

I've been playing "Terranigma" (sorry, no link to an old pre-Square Enix action/RPG for the SNES) again -- that is one damn good game, I tell you what. They don't make 'em like they used to.

Didja hear that Quentin is going to direct the next James bond flick? That would be fun, eh? Maybe it won't suck. Or, at least, it will suck in a different way from all previous sucky James Bond flicks (which is to say, all previous James Bond flicks). I can see it now. The villains will bitch that they were given shitty nicknames, people will say "motherfucker" every five seconds, and nobody will be wearing shoes. And it'll have a crazy-violent torture scene with a bitchin' soundtrack. It'll be great.