Friday, January 27, 2006

Trouble in the barn?

It would appear that Tuberville and Borges aren't getting along these days.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

This is going to be embarrassing...

Nico just tagged me for this meme thing and I thought about ignoring it because my answers are kind of pathetic, but here goes:

Four jobs you’ve had in your life:
I've actually only had the one job my whole life (perks of your family owning it's own business), but during the course of that job I've done quite a few things, so here's four: Shipping supervisor, screen printer, electrician, mechanic.

Four movies you could watch over and over:
Billy Madison, Lost in Translation, Rio Bravo, Anchorman.

Four television shows you love:
Current: The Simpsons, The Office, Desperate Housewives, Scrubs.
Older: The Beverly Hillbillies, Newsradio, Once and Again, Green Acres.

Four Places you have lived:
I've only lived two places in my life; Decatur, AL and Birmingham, AL

Four places you have been on vacation:
Sturgis, SD - New York City (NEW YORK CITY?!?) - New Orleans, LA - Atlantic City, NJ

Four websites you visit daily:
Every Day Should Be Saturday, Drudge Report,, Go Fug Yourself.

Four places you would rather be right now:
Fiji, South Dakota, Alaska, Montana

Four bloggers you are tagging:
Since Nicole and Breadchick are the only bloggers I "talk" to besides Nico and Hack (whom he already tagged), I'll tag them and then add special celebrity bloggers Ben Roethlisberger and Pamela Anderson. And if Big Ben doesn't take time out from preparing for the Super Bowl I am going to be PISSED.
Why doesn't Hollywood make westerns anymore? Or more specifically, why aren't there any directors that can make westerns anymore? Clint Eastwood is due to prove that the genre isn't dead one more time (as he did with The Outlaw Josey Wales and then Unforgiven), but after he's gone, who do we have? I've had a lot of time this week to watch (or rather listen to from underneath a pillow) TV and I've wound up watching Rio Bravo, The War Wagon, For a Few Dollars More, Hang 'em High, and I'm in the middle of The Magnificent Seven right now. The genre has so much potential that I don't see why it wouldn't still work. For example, Four Brothers is really just The Sons of Katie Elder in a modern and urban setting. If the basic story and characters still resonate, then what's to keep them from resonating from underneath a cowboy hat? It's just frustrating that the genre is made for every kind of movie and yet no one wants to make them. Kevin Costner took a stab and it thankfully didn't turn out to be the mess everyone expected, mostly because of Duvall. Opie had his own take on The Searchers that managed not to insult (quick aside, why is that the two principle stars of Lonesome Dove are the only two men to make decent westerns in the last 10 or so years?), but I really can't think of a director today that could produce a masterpiece like Seven Men From Now or Vera Cruz. Hell, Howard Hawks made the same western three times (Rio Bravo, El Dorado, and Rio Lobo) and still managed to make each one worth multiple viewings. Guy Ritchie tried it with Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch, and look where that's gotten him. And really, are there even actors that could carry the same presence as a John Wayne, Randolph Scott, Gary Cooper, or even guys like William Holden and Burt Lancaster anymore? It's not that I hate modern movies or other genres, it's just that this one in particular is so accomodating to any kind of story. Heist pictures, family comedy, mind bending violence, character studies, it's all there! So maybe instead of getting a useless degree from UAB to mollify my parents I should have applied myself and headed for film school and done the Cameron Crowe thing; make some studio a shitload of money and then go out and make a few vanity projects because they owe me.

Is it bad that this is what I see when I close my eyes?

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Make with the laughs already...

This guy is funny. So are these. I'm going to bed.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

There are two (somewhat) recent leaps in consumer technology that anyone who knows me would assume I would already have but don't: iPod and Tivo. VCRs suck and I'm sick of not liking any of the CDs in my car. This must be rectified soon.

I was in the commercial, you'd think I'd have one!

My night is colored headache grey...

So the headache is still here but it's better, thanks to Excedrin Migraine. It's actually worrying me now. I've always had lots of them, but they are usually so minor that I barely even notice them anymore and since I shotgun bottles of Advil for my knees they usually just get taken care of as a nice side effect, but now the bad ones are worse and more frequent and that just can't be good. I'm tempted to go on WebMD or something and scare myself into thinking I have a horrible degenerative disease that will take me at an early age (i.e. within the next two weeks), but I'd rather just go back to sleep. Or to the TV. That's the only good thing about my migraines, if I'm in a dark room and there is only one source of light I can deal with it just fine so long as I'm not staring directly into it. I'm currently in the middle of Rio Bravo, and I always wind up sleeping through the last half so that should put me right out until Scrubs at 8. I swear I'm going to start updating something more than silly captions and bitching about my headache. I have a review of 29 in the works that's turning into a dissertation on the misspent potential of Ryan Adams The Solo Artist, so look for that soon, and since there are actually movies in the theater that I want to see again I should start in on the count of how many new movies I can watch this year (hint, nowhere freaking close to 1000).

Any excuse for slutty nurse pictures...

Monday, January 23, 2006

It's not a too-ma!

Sorry for the light posting the last few days. Saturday was spent moving Sarah (again), sleeping through the LSU - Bama massacre (you're welcome), and then hanging out with Nico and Hack in T-Town. Sunday morning I woke up for church and came home all excited about the inevitable thrashing of Denver only to doze off sometime in the second quarter and wake up with a splitting headache that has only gotten worse. Which sucks.

It's like that, just inside my head. And also minus the hot chick.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Pittsburgh 34, Denver 17

"Hey Troy, can I get Nicole's number?"