The umbrella fiasco continues…

Due to this apocalyptic fucking weather we're having, my trip to the library resulted in me having to buy YET ANOTHER umbrella after the wind ripped my trusty polka dot number to shreds. I briefly mourned the loss of a good umbrella which has served me for over a year (and which I miraculously hadn't lost) before ducking into Bartell to buy another umbrella. I know I still have the one from Portland at home, but this isn't the kind of day in which you can be umbrella-less even for a second. As it is, they only serve to keep parts of you dry. The rest of you is wind-blown.

Let me take this opportunity, too, to mention how incredibly jealous I am of people with naturally curly hair or otherwise natural body to their hair. Seattle in winter is not the place for people with naturally straight, bodiless hair, as anything we do to it in the morning is negated in a matter of minutes. I know it's like this every year in Seattle, and this will be my 10th winter here, but am I the only one who feels like it's SO much darker and miserable this time? Wonder why that is.

Borat in the news

I wonder which two of the three bigoted little frat boys in the movie have decided to sue Sacha Baron Cohen for suffering “humiliation, mental anguish, and emotional and physical distress, loss of reputation, goodwill and standing in the community…”

Yes, it must be horribly anguishing to be revealed to all of America that you're racist, moronic drunks. I would put money on the fact that their fathers are behind the lawsuit. “Son, you've shamed me and you've shamed our family. But Daddy will take care of this. Now, stop crying like a faggot and get to class.”

It Doesn't Matter If It Is Good, It Only Matters If It Rocks

Last night Brugos and I saw an advanced screening of Tenacious D's “The Pick Of Destiny”. The first 6 minutes are AMAZING. The end is also pretty damned good. The stuff in the middle? Eh. The opening scene is all sung, rock opera style, and features Meatloaf, Dio, and a little genius who plays a SPOT ON Jack Black (and who also apparently played young JB in Nacho Libre). When they sing, it's hilarious and engaging. When they stop singing, it looks like a crappy little low-budget comedy. I don't know why they didn't just go with a full-fledged rock opera. It could have been genius. Instead, it was mediocre. But I definitely recommend watching the opening scene, and then sneaking into another theatre to watch Borat again.

This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

I'm quite sad to have learned of this too late.


(STAGED READING) The talented freaks of Brown Derby inflict their theatrical gifts on Alien, the literally gut-busting 1979 space-horror classic. Tonight the screenplay will be brought to life by a collection of beloved local hams including Nick Garrison, Imogen Love, Dusty Warren, and Rebecca Davis. Plus, stuffed animals and Silly String. (Re-bar, 1114 Howell St, 223-9873. 8 pm, $12 cash at the door, 21+.)

However, I won't make this mistake again when, in January, they will be doing the same thing with TOTAL FUCKING RECALL!!!!!!