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11.14.02
"His training includes weight lifting, stretching and sparring with friends, family, colleagues and bar patrons over who picks up the tab." His training for what? The World Rock Paper Scissors Championships this weekend in Toronto. (Article by the Arizona Republic, linked by NextDraft.)
Could you be a contender? Check out the World RPS website for strategy tips and a virtual sparring partner.
11.13.02
Though so many others seem to like it, I've failed to find anything enjoyable or appealing about SpongeBob Squarepants. But The Fairly OddParents? That rocks. (Link via TV Tattle)
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As I've mentioned before, I'm regularly amused that, whenever a DVD counts among its special features an edit-it-yourself segment, the footage used is, no matter how action-packed the movie, invariably from a conference-room scene.* Robbie suggest that's because conference-room scenes provide lots of easy-to-match camera coverage. Maybe so, but who out there wants to edit a conference-room scene without getting paid for it?
So the release date for the super-extended Fellowship of the Ring DVD set arrives, and I read that its going to have an editing workshop, and I think, But how can it? The Lord of the Rings doesn't have conference-room scenes. Ah, but I should have realized it does: the Council of Elrond, Middle Earth's ultimate Third Age Executive Leadership Team retreat. And sure enough, I get the DVDs home last night, and that's what you get to edit. Laughed my non-elven head off, I did.
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I've noticed that the words to Cher's songs lately aren't so much lyrics as they are pitches.
"This is a song / For the lonely ..."
"This is a different kind of love song ..."
She's not really singing songs nowadays; she's outlining them.
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Two-fifths of the way through my novel, The Hand of Todd, and the title character has yet to introduce himself. A little worrisome – but then, Chasing Amy didn't even have an Amy.
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"You know, they say people get the government they deserve, but I don't recall knife-raping any retarded nuns."
Amen, post-Republican-coup Onion. Amen.
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* Which means that when the current season of Stargate SG-1 comes out on DVD, there'll be viewer-editing galore.
11.11.02
My suggestion for the next installment would be San Francisco in the '70s. Think of it: a city populated by hippie porn auteurs and left-wing terrorists with a brainwashed heiress, with GTOs and Corvettes going all Steve McQueen on Potrero Hill, accompanied by a radio soundtrack featuring the Village People and Santana. "What were the 1970s like, Grandpa?" a child will ask, and a grizzled hand will point to the PlayStation 3: "Everything you need to know is there."
Salon joins the chorus of praise for GTA Vice City, emphasizing its value as historical satire.
But here's the ghost in the machine: we're starting to run into fairly annoying game-play bugs that suggest a sequel rushed to a hungry, lucrative market. The missions are hard enough without your vehicle disappearing during the cut scene. Not to mention everything freezing up when you're in the middle of a helicopter mission.
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