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Warm up your spending fingers, Fox is tempting us yet again with an all-new DVD boxed set of the Alien series, this time featuring each film in a 2-disk special edition, plus an extra disk of saga-wide features. That's right, a nine-disk set. It'll happen sometime this year, and even someone like me, with the whole series already in his collection on some pretty decent disks, will be banging the doors down at DVD Wave the day this puppy comes out.
Always worth a read, the first lengthy piece of criticism I ever wrote for Tederick.com, my summative review of the Alien series.
My TV's been swapped out for a new one... and... well, it ain't the orgasm of problem solvedness that we were all hoping for but things are better than they were.
Meanwhile... had that Spike moment this morning. Woke up... sat bolt upright in bed... remembered my dream... and said "Oh no! Oh god no!"
Genesis
Jan 28 2003 - 10:24
a.m.
Jason and I spent way too much money but finally got our hands on the laserdisk of The Making of Star Wars / SPFX: The Empire Strikes Back. The latter component, of course, is the single piece of cultural input that turned me into a filmmaker, at the ripe young age of 6. Something about the fact that it took the ILM crew 8 hours to blow up Zev's snowspeeder... the rhythm of the work soaked into my blood and hasn't left since. So it was cool to see it again, even if I'd forgotten the atrocities of Mark Hamill's vest.
God I'm tired! Got 9 solid hours last night with Zam at the vet's and still I'm a walking zombie today. She's back and seems remarkably unphased by the experience. As long as she's no longer begging for sex, I'm happy to have her.
I watched "All Good Things..." last night which means that yes, I am finally done Star Trek: The Next Generation. Just in the nick of time. I expected the DS9 preview on the disk to be the same 60-second spot from the Season Six set, but no, it's a lovely 5-minute introduction that got me damn good and pumped up about the series' release next month. I've got my reviews for seasons 1-4 finished, and have outlined 5, 6 and 7. That's me being prepared.
Major props to Hasbro for the Darth Tyranus (Geonosis Escape) fig, which I found yesterday at the Snail. It's nothing short of flawless. The Obi-Wan (Acklay Battle) fig is a bit wonkier, if only because he has that "spear thrusting" action and a relative arm position that suggests a potential renaming to Onan-Wan.
Meanwhile, everybody I know is getting married. It's becoming sick: three announcements in the last two weeks!
Got a lovely taste of the Bone Daddy music last night.... this is going to be very, very cool. (When it's done in 2005.)
SOUL
Jan 26 2003 - sometime in the
p.m.
I have no way to begin this or end this, or structure this or make it funny or outstanding, interesting, literate, sensible or even comprehensible. I've written in my journal for close to an hour now and barely scratched the surface. I left almost all of it out, actually, and I wrote five single-spaced pages in a 10-point. Patently ludicrous!
I won't just copy my journal in here - boy you really thought
that's what I do, didn't you? you think I write about Survivor in my
journal? 
- so
now I have to retell the same story in a completely different way. Too
challenging for this hour of the night.
See, I'm exhausted, and I've put my body through the most extraordinary sustained punishment of my entire life over the last 72 hours. And I've come home to find Zam in heat and literally climbing the walls, so I s'pose it's a blessing I've been gone all weekend, and a curse that I'll get no sleep tonight since she's going off like a fire alarm. She's getting spayed tomorrow, so her obsessive sex craze will be dragged to a dead halt. Can't come soon enough!
But the key - the fundamental key here - is that the exhaustion and the pain are completely irrelevant. I learned how to snowboard this weekend and I couldn't give less of a shit about my sprained thumb or my broken ass or really, anything else. Tomorrow, I have a TSFA meeting, and have to get the cat to the H.S., and have to sort out replacing my TV? Does any of this matter? Has it ever mattered? I ate the best sandwich of all time. I took a swim in the most awe-inspiring bathtub in the whole world. I spent three days in the company of greatness (I name them Mer and Dave). I met a Snowbot. I made good new friends and bonded with old ones. I visited Sunnydale. I cooked pancakes. I giggled obscenely. And on. And on. And on. I, for lack of a better word, "shredded."
Was it successfully 2-wheelering my board in Mary Jane Lane and being so impressed with myself that I proceeded to take one of the most spectacular wipeouts of the entire weekend? Was it cruising down a blue run to get home, or that first semi-successful attempt at the Graduate? Maybe it was just that first moment, that first perfect S, that first "I'm overthinking my turns" that lead to one good run down the hill where there were no falls, no close calls, and suddenly I Understood Everything? Nope.
It was me and Dave, taking Heaven's Mouth / Happy Valley, Bandit-style in the last mile of the marathon, in spite of its having handed me my ass the night before on 3 notable occasions, and every bone in my body screaming no! no! no! the whole way there. Took it anyway. Was it easy? Or even particularly graceful? HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL no! But we came off that hill with the biggest fucking grins on our faces, because we kicked the shit out of it.
And I said it: "that was just good for the soul."
It was. It all was. This weekend was fundamentally good for me in the deepest, most personal ways. I was often engaged with the most deep and profound moments of emotional weight - not sadness at all, so much as fullness... and it's useless to try to cram some description of that on here. You want to hear about Daredevil, don't you?
Hey, let's face it, I was hardly a morose motherfucker beforehand, yet right now I feel like I've come out of a years-long depression. I feel great. And this whole thing was nothing short of perfect.
Tederick dot what?
Gonna lie down now, even if I don't sleep....
Survival
Jan 23 2003 - 11: 12
p.m.
Finished off Season Three of Buffy in a three-ep marathon of "The Prom" and "Graduation Day" 1 & 2. Man that's the good shit. And "The Prom" gets me every time. Every time! Patently unfair.
So now the question is: should I be buying Angel when he hits DVD next month. I have absolutely no interest in the series, at all. Yet the lure of owning the whole mythology is quite strong.... dunno. I'll have to give it some thought.
I'm off to snowboard for three days.... we'll see how I do.
That Spoiler Warning...
Jan 23 2003 -
10:24 a.m.
Yeah, it's getting near that time. I've chosen not to find out what James Earl Jones has said about his involvement in Episode III. It's enough to know that he's involved at all. God bless the inviso-text!
I am the Creator!
Jan 23 2003 - 12:31
a.m.
Had a fabulous time at Erik's tonight, where we successfully invented a version of poker that I think will ravage the entire gambling world. It's called Meta-Poker and it successfully combines aspects of a number of different poker variants, along with the aggressive strategic maneuvers of chess or Risk.
It started as Anti-Poker where 8 cards are dealt and then three are sequentially discarded, revealing the true hand. This was developed into Meta-Poker, where 7 cards are dealt (5 up, 2 down) and then all players must discard cards into a buy pile. The players can then buy a card from the pile, which must then be swapped for yet another card in their own hand. This continues around until everyone has five cards left, in some combination of up and down. This is their final hand, and winner takes all.
Anyways it's damn complicated but a hell of a lot of fun and I think we'll have fun developing it in times to come.
Meanwhile, here's my Chicago review.
Long day today, very tired now...
Beware DTVS
Jan 21 2003 - 12:37
p.m.
Apparently Riley Finn his own self is gonna be in Mission:
Impossible 3. Damn, with the Fincher connection and now this, I'll actually
have to go see it. (The presence of Blucas in Jay and Silent Bob Strike
Back was the only reason I saw that.
)
I've percolated the new info from last night's Buffy and I've Figured It All Out. So here's my take on the End of the End, in special inviso-text to make me look cool (highlight with your mouse to read):
First of all, I'm not counting Dawn out yet - the Slayerette Switcheroo last night could very well prove to be bogus, with Dawn remaining the actual Potential. (She did glow, after all, and if we're to believe that the orange light was misguided enough to hit Dawn while it was aiming for the other chick, we can certainly believe it hit the other chick while aiming for Dawn.)
But regardless of that, here's how I think things are heading if SMG is calling it quits, in either a Duchovny or a Caruso fashion. The First is up and about because the line of Slayers has been mucked up, so we need to get things back to status quo. Ergo, Buffy's gonna have to not be a Slayer any more. They won't kill her (unless the episode is actually called "Third Time's the Charm") so it seems like it makes more sense that Buffy renounce her powers and become Ordinary Girl again. This works with both a no-more-SMG-at-all scenario and an I'll-pop-in-occasionally scenario because obviously, while Buffy could serve as an advisor in special circumstances, she'd probably want to go somewhere un-Hellmouthish and find herself a real life.
Now, when Buffy died the second time no new Slayer was activated, so we have to assume that she's just a wildcard and not part of the formal line. Therefore, to get a new Slayer (and a new series), we gotta kill the actual line-bearer herself, Faith. Faith bites the big one fighting the Big Bad, a new Slayer is activated, and on we go.
Depending on how my abovementioned Dawn scenario pans out, this new Slayer would either be Dawn or one of the Potentials, most likely Kennedy cuz she's the only one they've bothered to develop. And while Dawnie remains my #1 choice, I'd be cool with Kennedy the Vampire Slayer too, particularly in a rejuvenatory sense - while "Buffy" was picked for its strong ditz connotations a decade ago, taking the series in a new direction with a Dark Angel-esque badass 21st century empowered girl in the lead (and a lesbian to boot) would certainly offer the spinoff a wellspring of new story material and character development.
So we enter Season 8 (or Season 1 of The New Show) with Dawn/Kennedy/someone else as the New Slayer. Marsters and Brendan have said they'd be interested in sticking around but we know that Caulfield and Hannigan are calling it quits. So New Slayer gets a bevvy of New Scoobies, and life returns to quasi-normal on the brink of the Hellmouth.
Good? Inviso-text ends now!
Crazy Kitty
Jan 21 2003 - 10:12
a.m.
I thought it was just Woogie and Mo, but nope: cats are just plain nuts.
Evidently the Chamber of Secrets DVD will be joining us on April 11th, about a month sooner than the relative release of the last flick. Expect 19 - 19! - deleted scenes among other things. Also, Entertainment Weekly is making it look increasingly certain that Gary Oldman is our Sirius Black.
But that ain't the weird movie news of the day: the stranger bit is that Danny Boyle & Co. are indeed proceeding with the sequel to Trainspotting, based on Irvine Walsh's second book in the series, Porno. McGregor, Miller, Carlyle, all expected to return. Maybe this'll cue them to release an anamorphic spec-ed DVD of Trainspotting, yeah?
And one last DVD tid - the movie-only release of Punch-Drunk Love has been indefinitely postponed, probably due to rising Oscar hopes... It'd be lovely if they'd do away with the featureless version and just do a really nice double-disk somewhere down the line.
Buffy Drool
Jan 20 2003 - 7:57
p.m.
Poor little Dawnie! I usually want to give her a hug cuz she's just so gall-darned adorable (in an eager puppy sort of way) but tonight she maxed out the protective vibe. I guess Joss & Co. are doing their best to dispell the Dawn the Vampire Slayer rumours but me, I'm all for it. Dawn as the Slayer with Spike as her watcher and Xander kicking around? Sounds like a plan. (And since Hannigan, Caulfield and SMG herself are all eager to get gone, I say, be off witcha.)
Okay. So we're taking a breather. I can live with that. Breathers are good. Normal episodes for a little while. Excellent.
Oh Happy Days, it's time for an Episode III Spoiler
Policy!
Jan 20 2003 - 11:33 a.m.
As with Episode II, it's time to let all Star Wars-minded Tederick.com visitors in on the official Spoiler Policy around here. It goes like this:
I don't personally consider anything a spoiler until shooting starts, which is this June, so until then I read and report spoilers with impunity. Once shooting starts, I will restrict myself to pics, trailers and toys only - no inviso-text from TheForce.net, no magazine articles (except Prequel Update in the Star Wars Insider, at my discretion), and this time around, no television commercials (yes, those are 2+ years away).
But I will certainly talk about, and post, material regarding the abovementioned pics and trailers as I see fit. If you're really anti-spoiler, you will have to count yourself out of Tederick.com until the last week of May, 2005. We'll miss ya! I'll probably be married or dead by then, so who knows, you may never see this site again. Tootles.
(I didn't make the poster, nor did I acquire rights to display it.)
So Fucking Stupid!
Jan 20 2003 - 9:20
a.m.
The Oscar nimrods have come up with a new rule that will disqualify sequel scores from contention in the Best Original Score category. They were going to kick Two Towers out of the running this year, but decided this week that next year would be the more opportune time to introduce the new rule. But the new rule suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks!!! Can you imagine a score like Two Towers not being nominated? What unbelievable pinhead came up with this, especially in a year when the three best scores all came from sequels?
Today's Stupid Link
Jan 19 2003 - 9:45
p.m.
Yep, it's pretty useless: All of Chewbacca's Dialogue in the Comic Book Version of the Empire Strikes Back.
Meanwhile, it looks like T.O. is in for one hell of a nasty cold week. Bundle up everyone! I'm so glad I'll be engaging in winter sports on Friday.
So for no reason I can think of I got all bummed out last night. I blame the yoga. But it's all back to new now.... weird. Isolation! Cold weather! A general lack of good toys! I love that these funks last all of four hours these days as opposed to four months in "the golden age."
More Blather About My Cat
Jan 18 2003 -
9:22 a.m.
She slept at my feet! MWA HA HA HA. Well first she went bonkers as soon as the lights went out cuz apparently she thinks she's a nocturnal animal. We'll soon break her of that. But once she calmed down she just curled up on my feet and stayed there until morning. Which really drives home the point: I have a cat.
Full name, incidentally: Zam Hermione von Woogie III.
This is sure to become a regular feature of Tederick.com, because as Mark so ably pointed out last night, I don't really have anything else.
Good news, ER fans... looks like the show may (very tentatively) be hitting DVD this summer. Which is good, cuz I got a shiteload of VHS tapes to get rid of once the roll-out starts. On the other hand, Smallville won't be happening till '04 at the earliest, but I can deal. What I can't deal with is the mocking slowness of the Simpsons roll-out - one per year - which virtually guarantees that the entire series will never make it out onto DVD, before we are inundated with some wondrous format change. Still, as Jason said, "it's the Simpsons."
And speaking of people who have us by the balls: Tropicana. Anybody had the cranberry yet? It's yet another top-of-the-line juice. It's not fair. These people never hit #2 or #3, they always go straight for first place and leave a fair margin of difference between their product and the second-best. By the balls! They have us by the balls!
Meh... Kenobi.
ZAM! (a name, not a sound effect)
Jan 17
2003 - 4:05 p.m.
I am all catted up. I am catted up the yinyang. Put a checkmark next to "cat owner" when you see my name. For truly, I have a cat!
Her name is Zam and she's a 2 year old stray from the Humane Society. I'm therefore dubbing today her birthday and saying: happy birthday Zam! You get a brand new owner!
The most notable thing about Zam right off the bat is that she does a trick, which is basically a repetitive praying/supplication motion. You can check it out in this video which will be featured in the Tederick.com Theatre for the next little while. The video has a director's audio commentary, in lieu of anything else interesting going on in the soundtrack.
So basically here's how it goes:
1. You see a kitty in a cage.
2. They put the kitty in a box.
3. The kitty comes home and meets the AT-AT walker, securing her future as a new member of an ever-growing Star Wars family.
She's settling in remarkably well. She already purrs when I touch her and jumps onto my lap on command... this is a crazy well-trained animal. (Yeah, she must have escaped from somewhere.... makes me sad.) She's done a complete circuit of the apartment and has decided that the kitchen counter is the spot to be, although she's also partial to the top of my dresser. And she seems to like burrowing under my blankets.
And she made at least one death-defying leap that made my heart stop. All routine for her, I'm sure.
I actually only came up with the name a few minutes before I adopted her, but I'm surprised I didn't think of it before. Before I met her I was pretty sure it was going to be either Ezri or Hermione for a girl; Catalano, Brunswick or Bungholio for a boy; Mola Ram for an animal of indescriminate gender; and Gollum for a hairless. But you can't name a cat: the cat names you. Or somethin'.
She's been neither spayed nor declawed; I say "yes" to the former and "no" to the latter but those will have to be post-snowboarding, which is next weekend. Now I have responsibilities. Crazy!
A Dose o' Caffeine
Jan 16 2003 - 5:34
p.m.
My non-event encounter with the TV doctor this morning failed to
resolve the worry in my mind, and that put me in a right foul mood for a while.
But 'round 2 I dusted myself off and headed down to my (now) local Second Cup
(....pause for moment of sadness for the passing of old local Second Cup....)
and worked on my script for a couple of hours. Man alive, I walked out of there
feeling like a million bucks. Solved a few big problems and sorted out a few
smaller ones... you'd think fifteen years of Star Trek would have given me a
greater ability to write my way out of science fiction credibility snares...
but there you are. Happy. Good. Love script. And there was heavy nostalgia
throughout the experience due to the fact that the Second Cup CD rotation
hasn't changed since I was in high school. The Piano soundtrack, the Gypsy
Kings, they were all there.
Maybe cat tomorrow. Maybe not. We'll see.
Enjoy the countdown clocks above while they last cuz boy they're pissing me off and I'll probably yank 'em tomorry.
Here's the response Jason got from Homer Simpson:
"Dear Mr. Person, On behalf of Fox and its affiliates, thank you for being a member of our target demographic. Don't forget to buy our sponsors products! -- Homer"
I didn't get one.
Caitlin's Goin' to School!
Jan 15 2003 -
10:44 p.m.
Yes it's true, the most school-adverse relative I have is going to the venerable Toronto School of Business for an 8-month course starting in March, to learn everything there is to know about travel & tourism. (And I cannot tell you the happy that comes from thinking of having a sister in the travel industry.) Yaaaaaaay-fun!
HERE WE GO
Jan 15 2003 - 9:54
a.m.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will be published on June 21, 2003, fully a month sooner than expected but not nearly soon enough for me! The book is a whopping 38 chapters long and early estimates put it at close to A THOUSAND PAGES of Harry goodness. Expect me to resurface sometime in early July, cuz I won't be anywhere near here that week!
A Match Made in Network Heaven
Jan 14
2003 - 11:57 p.m.
The WB has cleared the way (finally!) for Angel to pop up on Buffy's finale, if this is indeed the end for the Slayer. I've always found the Angel/Buffy "thing" to be verging somewhat on the creepy, but all will be forgiven if they include the following scene:
INT. BRONZE - NIGHT - ANGLE ON CATWALK
BUFFY and ANGEL sit on the edge of the catwalk, legs dangling and swinging slightly as an AWKWARD SILENCE continues for SEVERAL BEATS.
Outside, sounds of MAYHEM AND THE END OF THE WORLD can be heard, as whatever apocalypse is befalling Sunnydale CONTINUES THROUGHOUT.
At long last, BUFFY SPEAKS:
BUFFY
Sooooo.... Cordelia, huh.ANGEL
(nods slightly)
Yeah.
(beat)
You and Spike?BUFFY
(looks uncomfortable)
Yeah.UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE reigns supreme once more.
ANGEL
So...BUFFY
...Yeah.CUT TO BLACK.
Of course, if this actually shows up in the episode I'm going to sue Joss for all he's worth. Either that or invite him to dinner. Or get Amber's phone number off him. Or maybe just that New Slayer. Well, anyways, it's a rich tapestry.
(Admitting it: writing that little blurblet gave me the happy. I got to type "BUFFY" into Final Draft! Woo hoo!)
I realize that all I've done for the past week is blather about television shows and I'm not happy about it. I will do some alterna-content soon. In the meantime, check out FORP.org! It's back on the internet, almost exactly the same as it was before it left. I shall someday redesign it, but that day shall not be now.
Mwa ha ha ha ha!
Jan 14 2003 - 10:06
p.m.
Early on in tonight's Smallville I said to myself, if Good Clark ends up fighting Evil Clark this'll be the best episode ever. And lo and behold... And that's besides the whole Lana-in-a-towel-with-a-lesbian-subplot, and-we-killed-that-bastard-Fordman thing.
Always a Bridesmaid
Jan 14 2003 - 5:52
p.m.
There's bad news for guys and gals in this one. Not only is witchy Band Camp girl her own self Alyson Hannigon getting hitched, but she's getting married to studly Angel warrior/poet Alexis Denisof. Anybody know any good lookalikes?
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Joe Who?
Jan 13 2003 - 10:04
p.m.
Yep, I said it last week and I'll say it again: Melissa's got this thing in the bag. (Not Mojo, the other Melissa, the Princess Leia Melissa.) Just like I picked Brian. Just like I picked Richard Hatch. Just like I picked Lex... D'oh! Is "reality TV handicapper" a paid job anywhere in the world?
"A Social Experiment"
Jan 13 2003 - 10:26
a.m.
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The Survivor 6 web site has opened up and it's a surprisingly low-rent affair. There's finally a Matthew (and he's a right slippery dude, too) and a school principal named Butch. The rocket scientist guy genuinely looks like the dumbest of the lot (lists "drinking beer" as his hobby). There's a hard of hearing castaway which I can't imagine will be anything other than interesting (if they keep her). But beware the homemaker named Janet, she does hypnosis!
The gender split concept looks like it's going to shape up nicely: the men are a bunch of testosterone-crazed fuckholes, while the women of course seem more reasonable but will be lacking on brute strength. (At least Burnett had the grace not to use blue and pink as the tribal colours.)
The show hits on Thursday, February 13th.
Okay, have I slacked enough yet? Time to work.
No Buffy Drool
Jan 13 2003 - 9:35
a.m.
No Buffy this week. Because life is ceaseless torment and pain. But the good news is that with the Übervamp out of the way, things might get back to normal for a little while, which would be nice. The whole "ultimate war" thing is cool but I want a few more goofy episodes before the end, y'know?
It was pointed out to me yesterday that I need to clarify my last Buffy post, because people thought I was drooling/orgasming/moaning/and/sighing over that pic of the four Slayerettes, which isn't the case. That was just the only good pic I could find from the episode without having to drag my VCR over to the computer and do some screen caps. All ecstasy and joy was specifically directed toward the goodness that was the ep, and specifically the showdown with the Turk in that big construction pit. Yay gladiation!
Other TV stuff: Joe Millionaire is a kick in the head. Apparently some womens' groups are riled up because the series makes women look like money-grubbing gold diggers. The same groups, however, have no problem with any series that makes men look like sex-crazed fiends. Rock on sistahs!
Goodness Gracious, It's Delicious, That's What I Think of the
Pie!
Jan 12 2003 - 9:37 p.m.
Here's the message I sent to chunkylover53@aol.com:
Hi Homer! Loved your wacky misadventures this evening. Hope everything's still good with you and the daughter. Take care! p.s. What do I think of the pie?
I'll let you know if I get any responses.
Meanwhile, here are your Survivor 6 castaways:
And this time it's looking fairly official: the two tribes, Tambaqui and Jabaru, will be divided along gender lines with the former being the males and the latter, theoretically, being the females.
I haven't had more than a cursory glance at the motley crue but we've got an honest-to-god rocket scientist this time around ("honestly, it's only Survivor, it's not rocket science!"), along with something that should have seemed obvious a long time ago: a swimsuit model. I'm looking forward to this one.... (*unlike the last ones?*)
Stretchy and Bendy, Together!
Jan 11 2003
- 7:46 p.m.
Thank god I finally hauled my ass back into the Yogashoppe. For those unfamiliar with the backstory I've been skipping yoga since before the move - let's say mid-October - and no, I don't think that's a good thing. But I finally got back into it today after much procrastination, and as a little unintentional welcome-back present it was also Perfect Yoga, an absolutely flawless lineup of stretches and positions that left me rejuvenated and refreshed. Yay me!
Also ran into Renee on the bus, and yes, she's still the cutest
girl in the world.
With all the elements coming together, this is starting to shape up to be a perfect weekend! Wanna go Snail hunting, though, and not sure when I'll get the chance. We'll see. Bought the Flying Geonosian the other day and to my rank astonishment, this little bastard (that I've been putting off buying for months cuz he's so damned ugly) is one of the best figures ever! Sweet-ass.
And by the way: it's official. No DVDs until I've watched everything I haven't watched. Or Deep Space Nine. Which ever comes first.
Have you read my 2002 wrap-up yet? If not, get to it!
The castle lights are growing dim
Jan 10
2003 - 3:38 p.m.
There's no one left but me (and him).
When next you come to Frakenstone...
DON'T COME ALONE!!!! HA HA HA HA HA
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Yes, it's true, the genius behind The Hilarious House of Frightenstein, Billy Van, has died. Let us all take a moment and remember such classics as the Maharishi getting cotton balls dumped on him, Grizelda the Ghastly Gourmet banging her head on the pots, and the all time great, "Hello, and Goodbye."
Here's hoping some DVD superstar out there takes this opportunity to commemorate the great man by releasing the complete series on DVD. Because really, is there any other television show that better deserves to be immortalized? I remember watching that show every Sunday morning. It was the only thing on the air that wasn't some damned religious spectacle. And more power to it.
Those wishing to relive the good ol' days - or figure out what the hell I'm talking about, depending on your knowledge of arcane Canadian television comedy lore - can of course visit Frightenstein.com.
Meanwhile, I am contemplating putting all DVD buying on moratorium until Deep Space Nine, just as I did last year, to get caught up on all the stuff I own but haven't watched yet. Of course, I'll probably cave for either Blue Crush or Thelma and Louise, or both....
What is this new devilry?
Jan 10 2003 -
11:24 a.m.
The new Daredevil trailer is decent, better than the first one anyway. I still have serious doubts about any flick that's opening on Valentine's Day. Kevin Smith sez it's good but what does he know about anything? He's in the thing, so he's biased. Nice hint of the Stan Lee cameo in the trailer, though.
Meh. For the amount of slacking off I've done this week you'd think I'd be less tired but I'm bloody exhausted! And again with the slacking, the inbox is now full to bursting. Gotta get my ass towards gear, if not all the way in it.
Back to the Beginning
Jan 9 2003 - 10:46
a.m.
There it is, right on the first disk of Buffy Season Three.... the very first episode of the big B that I ever saw: "Beauty and the Beasts." That was a hell of a long time ago - like four years ago - and the show didn't get the hooks in me until I saw "Graduation" in the summer of 2001. But boy it's fun walking down memory lane and seeing all the stuff I didn't understand at all back in the day.
Good news for fans of strangulation: Sméagol and Déagol's confrontation will not be in the Two Towers long version... it'll be in The Return of the King instead. Which raises the very good question: just how much stuff is PJ gonna toss into this flick?
Lady Luck was not with me at poker last night - I only won two hands! - but that's good cuz I've successfully preened the marks for my next big win.
There was something else I wanted to say..... something about.... Kevin Smith! Right, there's a Matt Brown on the Evening with Kevin Smith DVD. He got his ass fired from his busboy job to attend the Smith Symposium (Symsmithium?). Then he gets Kevin to call his (former) boss and plead for his job. The pleading fails. Ill portent, methinks.
No Way!
Jan 7 2003 - 9:54
a.m.
Christopher Reeve is going to guest on Smallville next month! How fuckin' neat is that. I guess he'll be playing Clark's crazy wheelchair bound stepfather or sumthin'. Or even better: Ma Kent's high school love interest. Whatever, it's all good...
...I'm off to get my Buffy box, I'm off to get my Buffy box...
Weekly Buffy Drool... Make that
Orgasm
Jan 6 2003 - 7:58 p.m.
WHA. WHA HA. WOW.
Yes? Yes?
YESSSSSS that's my girl. Wow. Woweeeeeeeeeeee.
I'm becoming faintly alarmed about one possibility that was raised on the internet last week, the "it's about power" philosophy which holds that Buffy's heading to the Dark Side in all of this, what with the over-cocky and the we're-better-than-everybody vibe. But for right now: who cares? The look in her eyes when she freed Spike... well I was already a goner when he was mumbling "shell come for me" and that just sealed a very overwhelming deal.
Fuck the Giles Theory, I'll forward the Giles Theory Revised: that ain't Giles, obviously, and it ain't Morphy either, obviously. But check this out: remember that weird shot last time where Giles comes running out of the sunrise and Übervamp takes off? Übervamp wasn't running from the sun - he was running from whatever's pretending to be Giles. Which I would call a good sign overall. (This occured to me 9 minutes into tonight's episode, by the way.)
But then there's the whole "Buffy brought down the Universe" thing which is fairly depressing. We know this is going to be a Big Bad Finale for our Scooby friends, so what if the entire Circle that brought Buffy back from the dead is going to have to go join Tara? I wouldn't put it beyond Joss and Marti's particularly warped sense of karmic justice.
Andrew earned himself a particularly lengthy fuuuuuuuuuck yooooooooou with the Episode I comment. But otherwise he's acquitting himself well. I still miss poor Jonathan.
And one last: regarding New Slayer (because there's only one of
relevance), can you say HOLY HOT?!?! Why are the cutest girls on this
show always the lesbians?
Foiled!
Jan 5 2003 - 9:42
p.m.
So I haven't been sick since about early 2000, but man alive I picked up something nasty this week. Was doing all right until about yesterday afternoon and then Ka-BOOM, I was circling Neptune. Then there was the Nyquil, and I left Neptune far behind. At one point I had a dream about how to efficiently and effectively coordinate troop movements for a batallion of British infantry. At another point I got up and paced around the apartment, amazed at just how happy I was. And I spent a good hour this morning having a detailed conversation with Paul Finch from American Pie. He was, of course, quite erudite and had a few interesting pointers regarding troop movements for a batallion of British infantry.
Anyways in the midst of all this... actually it was in the midst of a long hike up to the Best Buy on Tuesday.... but anyways I'm abandoning Toronto Omelette, the script about the romantic lives of my friends, mostly because I don't particularly like to write tragedy. In lieu of, I'll be developing a script I drafted last year, which I remembered liking a great deal but now that I'm revising it, it needs a lot of work.
And speaking of work: Bearshark 2003 starts tomorrow, and we're shitpiled quite significantly for the first quarter of the year. Maybe this'll be the year I finally make my first million.
Oh, and check out the Kill Bill trailer... it's pretty slick. Although man alive... the ego!
New Buffy tomorrow! YAY!
Goodies?
Jan 4 2003 - 3:56
p.m.
Don't mind me, I'm just fighting off a wee bout of Death. But in the meantime, get your asses ready: Jackson & co. suspect Return of the King will eclipse its predecessors' run time by a good half hour or more. Which would make sense, given how much of the Two Towers story they lopped out of the second film and put into the third. Also some potential goodness: massive rumours that Gary Oldman will be our Sirius Black in Prisoner of Azkaban. Given a really filthy and disgusting makeup job, that could do the trick quite nicely.
Gingivitis Really Is A SuperVillain
Jan 3
2003 - 1:23 p.m.
No cat. Genuinely one of the more depressing experiences of my life, mostly because I wanted to adopt them all. I went down to the Humane Society and at first I didn't think any of the cats would really do it for me... then I saw (get ready for it) Defensor 1. (how she came to that name is completely beyond me but whoever her previous owners were, they gave it to her.) She was an adorable 3-year-old calico/tabby blend, and I really fell in love with her, but she has some moderately severe dental problems and I just can't afford multiple potential surgeries in the very near future. And having decided for myself before going that under no circumstances would I settle for second best, that was all she wrote... I'm planning to try again in a couple of weeks.
me want cat. cat cat cat.
Resolution #1
Jan 2 2003 - 8:34
p.m.
Turns out my landlord never cashed my first rent cheque... which is bad... cuz suddenly I have a lot less money than I thought I did. So I thunk to myself, maybe I oughta put off getting a cat for a little while.... and then I went to the Humane Society web site... and now fuck it, I'm getting a cat tomorrow. Pending availability and incredible cuteness, of course. Mwa ha ha ha!
There's a 3 Now?
Jan 1 2003 - 10:50
a.m.
Happy New Year everyone! I hope nobody got too waylaid last night. Horrible way to get things started.
Thank goodness we've got some new Buffy to look forward to. Of course, Brandy raised the Giles Theory for me a couple of weeks ago and ever since then it's tormented me like Morphy tormenting Spike, so I'm very anxious to see where this is all going. And of course there's also the Season 3 set next Tuesday... which means I've got six days to rifle through 29 episodes of The Next Generation. Thank goodness I ain't workin'.