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In other capsule news:

• Stop the George Lucas, I want to get off.
• Ultimate Extreme Steve 3 running late. Because he's ultimate.
• Mamoversary show - and it's a doozy - should be posted today. Mamo Facebook page in effect: please join.
• I have a love ninja button on my pants.

Posted by tederick at 9:52 AM in galaxy far & podcastery & tv
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True Blood poster!

Ironically enough it premieres seven days after the long-awaited glory of Matt permanently ending his relationship with Rogers. Oh man howdy, am I looking forward to that phone call. Cancelling the cable, the internet, the phone, the everything, and when asked why, responding "because of how awful each and every one of you has been to me over the past five years. Even your fucking phone-answering robot. That's why." It'll be the victorious conclusion of my 14-month tangle with Fido all over again...

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I don't know how or why I was fortunate enough to stumble on Vampire Ecstasy while killing time tonight, but god-diggity, it's sensational. Right now the dark vampire babes are making sweet lesbianic love to the last of the blonde virgins, having successfully seduced her might-be-a-vampire / Angel-prototype boyfriend. Gonna have to put together a Vampire Ecstasy / Scream Blacula Scream double feature this summer, or at least listen to "Cry Little Sister" while walking around the house with a candle.

They are compelling the lusts of the blonde virgin with the power of their vampire chanting!!! She is stroking her own boobies by command of a will stronger than her own! Marvelous.

Anyways. Sarafina and I had Prisoner Day this weekend; we got through the first 4 disks in an afternoon of luxurious stay-in-bedness. Now I'm scrambling to find a copy of "Dreamy Party"... love that track, and the sweet muscular mindfuck that goes along with it.

I watched this week's Lost tonight, and I continue firmly in my belief that Season 4 is playing fair all of the hopes and expectations of every single episode that lead up to now. This section of the narrative just fucking rocks. Even the weak episodes (Juliet; Kate) are a damn sight stronger than half the episodes in seasons 1, 2, and 3. And this week's Benry Galinus opus was just magnificent, both cementing Ben further into the center of the entire clockwork, and doing some pretty terrific supporting work with Sayid to boot. I don't really give a fuck about how or why anything is happening any more (I thought the island was behind boat time, not ahead of it?), but give me a gun-crazy Sawyer going all manly-rescue on a missing Claire-bear and I am a happy panda. Everything's falling into place...

Posted by tederick at 10:35 PM in 4-8-15-16-23-42 & movies & tv
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Using the PowerPuff Portrait Studio! Man, they've got a portrait studio for everything now. What's next? Elvis?

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Appreciate some Riker, people!

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I think I am going to start signing all of my emails with "I am not a lady." Not my personal emails mind you; my work emails. I think this will let me "go places."

I'm reading Ultimate Spider-Man vol. 17 yes SEVEN FRICKING TEEN, and it is the last one I will need to read to have actually gone through the entirety of the Bendis run to date on this thing. Believe me, if I'd known when I picked up vol. 1 waythehellbackintheday that I'd be into the late teens before I was done, I would not have started trying to back-fill at all. The current issues are just as good as the old issues. Still, in case I haven't made it clear, this is one hell of a comic book. This volume (Clone Saga) rocks, the Carnage arc was tremendous, and on the whole the entire deal just tickles me pink and makes me like Spider-Man. So that is, without being "cool" in the traditional sense, at least worthwhile.

As I think I've mentioned previously, I also rather enjoy The Prestige. This morning I amused myself once again by envisioning an alterna-version of The Prestige where the third act reveal is that there's actually a character named the Prestige, who has been manipulating the entire series of events from behind the scenes. In this morning's musings, the action of the film then shifted to the 22nd century where Batman and Wolverine fought each other to the death in magical robot suits. There's really no end to the potential imaginative real estate of The Prestige.

Anyways, I just found out that the 8-10 week ship time for those free blu-ray disks was woefully optimistic; I'm not expecting my gratis copy of shiny blu Prestige until around about the first of May. Motherfuckers win the format war, and suddenly we're all expendable! Dang. The good news (nay, best news ever) is that Batman Be Blu-Ray come July 8, in many different fancy packages. What I don't get is, why doesn't the blu-ray special edition come with the Batman flash drive that the regular-def special edition comes with? Them's monkey dealin's.

Anthony Minghella is dead? WTF? It's been a long time since I've seen The English Patient and I never saw Ripley, but the man wrote every single episode of The Storyteller and that makes him a god among insects. Bow!

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Strikewatch: day! It's over. Kinda. Whatever. You know, this whole thing really was like that Simpsons episode where TV went away and everyone went outside. I watched a couple of episodes of House back to back last night which was, aside from the two new episodes of Lost, the first time I've watched network TV since November. It felt strange and unusual, and I began to get a glimmer of the feeling of what it would be like to not watch television at all. Not so bad. If those episodes of House (and Lost) weren't so darned scintillating, I'd say to hell with the whole thing.

Now let's gripe about Indy IV. When I found out that Shia LaBeouff's character's name was Mutt, I started to feel like really, we all oughta just not go see this movie at all. I mean, I know we will. But think about what we're putting on the line here: I genuinely love all three of the flicks, albeit in completely different ways apiece. How much would it suck to just have to deal with the fact that the fourth one was jive, with characters named Mutt in it? All right, it's the most obvious point to make. But it was really drilling into me over the past few days. My jacket's in the UK, the Sideshow announcement is coming soon, I've got Last Crusade spinning in my DVD player right now. I love me the Indy. I don't want change.

Had a terrific day which involved, in no particular order, watching the last great Tim Burton movie (cuz fuck Tim Burton!), welcoming D-Coc and B-Gold back from G-ny, eating cold chicken, and lolling around in bed for like a near-criminal quantity of hours. If all days were like this, I'd need no other sustenance.

Posted by tederick at 12:11 AM in 4-8-15-16-23-42 & dr. house & dr. jones & tv
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Who has my copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (book)? Cuz one of you does, and I want it back.

Oscar nominations are the usual list of toldjaso's, likesay Cate Blanchett getting nominated for Elizabeth and I'm Not There, Johnny picking up his Sweeney nomination, and Ellen Page getting the inevitable actress nod. My feeling of Atonement dread was nicely lessened by the lack of a director nom; the Juno support is heartening, and it'll be hilarious to watch There Will Be Blood get so utterly snubbed on wins versus the number of nominations it actually got. How Golden Compass stole a visual effects nomination will be a mystery to me until the end of time.

The monster in Cloverfield is a giant space beetle from under the sea. That's fine. It's possible that the writer's strike has actually cured me (and North America) of our collective TV addiction; that's fine too. I haven't watched a TV show, or played the Wii, more than once so far in 2008. There's just so much other stuff to do. And this is winter: can you imagine if the doors got blown open and we could all go outside and play soccer, sit at cafés, or read comics in the park? Television itself might cease to exist for ever more.

Posted by tederick at 9:24 AM in books & movies & tv & wii
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Apparently, being in class all day makes me hungry, with "hungry" in this case being substituted for something else. This certainly explains the entirety of teen boy culture, anyway. Thank goodness for text messages.

I've come to a rather startling decision, and that decision is: off coffee!! Or at least, hella less coffee. I have been feeling increasing quantities of crappy for the past couple of weeks while downing my perennial Starbuckses; and as per back in the fourth year at York, they're not so much waking me up as putting me in a coma. It's time for a change. It's time for large, flavoursome mint teas. Mmmmm. Sure, I slept through the afternoon, but at least my insides don't hurt.

I got Banacek in the mail today. I am particularly looking forward to episode 8, "The Two Million Clams of Captain Jack." (Jack: so many clams!) I also got Oldboy on Blu-Ray, which leads to today's nicest phrase (and current Facebook status): Blu-Ray hammer fight. Sure, I can't buy Zodiac (yet). But who cares?

Strongly suspecting I need to locate a Rubik's Magic and figure out what the deal was with that thing. There could be e.learning implications.

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Chris got me the new My So-Called Life boxed set for Christmas, which I guess now replaces my old My So-Called Life boxed set, battles won notwithstanding. Really, sentimentalizing DVDs must be my worst feature. Or at least, the worst of my many "I oversentimentalize ________" bad features. (My nose still sucks more.) Well anyways, I'm glad to go up to v2.0 on this thing. It looks good, the essays in the book actually made me feel like a teenager again, and right now I'm eating pizza and watching the show on "play all," which is apt given how much I've been feeling like a stupid teenager lately anyway. It's a little piece of happy.

The booklet, by the way, opens with exactly what Winnie Holzman was going to do for season 2, which I've spent thirteen years studiously avoiding. (And it doesn't suck.) Oh well. I'll not spoil it, for those still hangin' on. So much fanfic rests on not knowing!

You know, I know it wasn't the sixties or nothin', but I was thinking yesterday while listening to some Nirvana and wearing a lumberjack shirt (OK, not the latter) that I'm fairly content to have been a teenager in the 1990s. We had our fair share of moral borderlands to conquer, and we did all right. The music didn't suck and the clothes weren't thoroughly embarrassing. The movies coulda been better, I guess. But yeah: good decade to call my own.

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