31 October 2006
I should also add, "The Shinning" is the only way in which I can tolerate that story anymore, the Kubrick movie long ago able to annoy me with just a frame or two. Seriously. I'd rather have an ax drawn into me than ever watch another second of that godawful movie again.
30 October 2006
- A friend recently suggested--- half-jesting, half-not--- that the NSG Doc should consider a career in film criticism. This is a bit ironic, considering that it was in reviewing movies that I first started writing for (albeit very limited) public consumption, way, way, waaaaaaaay back when I was in high school and dinosaurs began turning into oil. Having been as long as I can remember something of a film savant, it'd be a great gig if I could get it, but those gigs are few and far between. It'd be a natural fit, save for two things: having to review gore-fests I can no longer stomach and my own capacity for becoming the Dennis Miller of flick-crit, casually tossing around names as familiar for me as they would be arcane for everyone else. The other day the CBC was re-airing Hitchcock's Rear Window, and after watching a scene I caught myself saying, "Ya gotta love Thelma Ritter." Oh, the perpetual danger of being, or merely seeming, too esoteric by half. Then again, these days one can be chided for mentioning Shakespeare in an English class, so stupefyingly pricklish have some become to any sort of demonstration of knowledge. (Invoking Massinger would probably be grounds for scouring and crucifixion.) No wonder I'm cynical, as references beyond the purview of The Family Guy are stridently derided as obscure and ergo obscurantist.
So, note to self: Don't mention Thelma Ritter. Lindsay Lohan, okay-- but not, definitely not, Thelma Ritter.
- There's much ado these days about the releases of Internet Explorer 7 and Firefox 2.0, and though I can't pretend to be any sort of expert on the browser debate, the NSG Doc had previously, and typically, gone a third way with Opera. For my money, absolutely none of it, Opera's better than either, especially for the "Block Content" function which allows users to ban certain advertising from web pages. Smooth, stable, and almost entirely forgotten in the fracas, Opera is worth checking out if you haven't already. If, like me, you're trying to get away from Microsoft as much as possible, I'd also recommend OpenOffice, which is free and every bit as functional as Office.
- I'm not sure how worthwhile it is to keep blogging anymore. Can't say it offers me much anymore, or if this blog offers much to anyone else either. I dunno. Thoughts? If I do keep this thing going, I'll almost certainly be chucking Enetation as my comment handler. It gets less and less reliable by the week, today marking every comment I made as spam before it eventually published it as spam. Oy vey. The only question then becomes whether or not I can be bothered to do all the recoding with Blogger. Same goes for ImageShack, BTW, which has inexplicably taken to revamping its image locations. This is why the image of Alec Guinness won't load up anymore--- and why this blog won't seem to load completely when you visit it. Arrrrgh.
Follow-Up: And Blogger is screwing up today, too. Again. Once more, this time feeling: Aaaaaargh!!!!
Follow-Up Part Deux: Playing around with Firefox, I'm impressed with the quality of some of the add-ons. In fact, this addendum is done using the "Performancing" blog editor. Not bad, not bad at all, and Firefox is brutal with advertisements, even removing Google text ads. Impressive.
29 October 2006
28 October 2006
26 October 2006
Why? (A question you're only asking, if you're asking, with eyes rolling and because I've basically said knock-knock and you realize Who's there? is the only way to get things over with.)
Because the attack reeks of desperation, of pathetic say-anything politics that demonstrates fundamental weakness at the core (just listen to Rush's voice as he soldiers pointlessly on); Foley-Gate, the Iraq fiasco and so forth, they may have been tipping against the GOP, but Limbaugh I suspect may have tipped the balance definitively. When power-holders, or the spokespeople of those power-holders, indicate desperation so obviously, usually in the form of an attack almost entirely defensible, it all but inevitably precedes a repudiation of those power-holders. There are oblivious attacks (c.f., "stay-the-course" vs "cut-and-run") and there are invidious attacks (the Swift-Boat commercials), but some attacks are so cheap and personal that they expose weakness on the part of the attacker; the bully is revealed for being just a bully, his insecurities suddenly plain for everyone to see, even those that once stood by him.
24 October 2006
23 October 2006
- Lolita, the prototype for pop culture's most prominent stereotype (these days, at least)
- Homer Simpson, Archie Bunker's heir and the great philosopher grunt of the 21st century
- William Shakespeare, if those infernal Oxonians and Baconians are to be believed
- Elizabeth Bennet, heroine of a novel whose name I absolutely will not mention here
- Sancho Panza, the archetype of the sidekick for centuries
- Stephen Dedalus, proof positive that Freud was right when he said that the Irish were the only people immune to psychoanalysis
- Tom Jones, Henry Fielding's galavanting pseudo-prodigal, still the classic male role model (and the basis for every part played by Hugh Grant and/or Colin Firth)
- The Wife Of Bath, whose descendants the NSG-Doctor keeps bumping into everywhere
- Alex Forrest, whose descendants the NSG-Doctor also keeps, Er, bumping into everywhere
- Holden Caulfield, whom we've all resembled at one point or another
- Harry Lime from the film The Third Man, every bit the model of the modern CEO and the little ants down there
- Falstaff, Falstaff, Falstaff (for me and Harold Bloom, anyway)
- Mistah Kurtz (he dead, despite never living), whose final words are quoted daily by undergrads trying to sound cultured
- Satan-slash-Lucifer-slash-"The Adversary"-slash-Keyser-Soze, whose greatest trick he ever pulled was... well, you know the rest....
14 October 2006
- Dylan's Modern Times is terrific. Get it. Now. Don't worry, this blog will wait 'til you get back.
- I finally forced myself to re-include Van Morrison's Moondance in my musical library. I haven't listened to it in its entirety in almost eight years for reasons I won't explain here. It's such a glorious album, but it's still not easy to hear, too many memories of a former self still attached to it. Odd how that happens. No wonder I've politely refused the offers I've had over the years to replace my copy. (Insert philosophical shrug here.)
- The new game show 1 vs 100 is on as I write this, and it's unwatchable. It drags like a damp cigarette (a menthol, no less). Bet it's cancelled by month's end. It has "flop" written all over it, though the presence of Bob Saget should have indicated that a priori.
I should, however, explain something for my non-Canuckistani readers about our particular national no-no.
When it comes to The C-Word, just leave it alone and accept it as it is. Warts and all.
08 October 2006
03 October 2006
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