Thursday, December 31, 2009


These are the other three dudes that run with me, and we thought it would be fun to just add in whatever we felt like.

Mine starts around the 3:10 mark.


I fell for this hook, line and sinker. If the actual movie had been half as good as this trailer, it would have been probably the greatest movie ever made. But it wasn't. The actual film paled in comparison to this masterwork of a trailer.


A couple of weeks ago I was really looking forward to putting together a bunch of different "Best of the 2009" lists. Then every single person with access to a computer started doing exactly that and I started to get sick of reading them.

And naturally, this made me not want to have anything to do with any "Best of..." lists at all. But now it's New Year's Eve, I'm bored and I've started thinking of different categories for things.

So here it is. The most random collection of half-assed "Best Of's" that I can think of.


Wednesday, December 30, 2009


This is one of the better "mash-ups" I've seen. I think Scrooge is the best part.

Friday, December 25, 2009


This is the only Christmas movie that matters. I watch it every year—sometimes more than once.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


It was two days before Christmas, so what did I do? Why, I went Christmas shopping of course.

Christmas shopping doesn't stress me out at all, for some reason. I usually get the most important stuff out of the way fairly early on, but I always, always, always leave the smaller stuff—brother, secret santa,etc.—until it's almost too late. If I can't find what I'm looking for? That's what Gift Cards are for.

Gift cards have three meanings, and I'm sure everyone on the planet knows what they are. But for the sake of filling space, I'll fill you in.

Meaning Number 1: I tried too hard to find something special, personable and just for you but I got frustrated when I couldn't, so I just got you a gift card. I really needed to get the hell out of the mall and be done with shopping. I promise you that I really did try.

Meaning number one accounts for roughly one-third of the gift cards purchased and you can tell when someone feels that way. The "I'm so disappointed in myself for actually handing you this envelope with plastic money" look on their face usually says it all.

Meaning Number 2: You have really specific taste and no matter what I get for you, there's an 85% chance you'll return it anyway. So here's a gift card. Buy yourself what you actually want.

This is another third of gift cards out there. It's usually accompanied with a shrug of the shoulders and a shake of the head. It's then met with a polite smile and an internal thought (like on Blind Date) that says, "Thank Christ I don't have to wait in that return line tomorrow."

Meaning Number 3: We're not really friends, but I'm obligated to get you something. This is me exerting the absolute least amount of thought or energy on your gift, because you really don't mean all that much to me.

Meaning number 3 is generally reserved for co-workers, rarely seen cousins, nephews, other relatives and old 'friends' on your "people I've been exchanging gifts with for years and I'm not quite sure how to get out of it" list. Everyone has at least one of them a year, and that's where that $10 Home Depot Gift Card that you can buy in line at the supermarket comes in handy.

I'm just as guilty as the next guy, because I buy a few a year. Most of mine fall under Meaning Number 1, but I think that's because I always wait until the last possible minute to go shopping.

I do this because I love people watching.

There are things that are far more entertaining, but people watching has to be one of my all time favorite things to do. And Christmas time at the mall is the absolute best place to do that. I have seen women get in shouting matches over the last something or other (which I thought only happened on bad sitcoms, but it's very, very real—and kind of awkward to watch). I've also seen men and women following other customers around the store, hoping they put down an item, because it's the last one and they were 10 seconds too late. Watching other people stressed out and upset is funny to me. Now that might make me a bad person, but as long as I'm entertained nothing else really matters.

And that's the true spirit of Christmas.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009


"Writing a novel—actually picking the words and filling in paragraphs—is a tremendous pain in the ass. Now that TV's so good and the Internet is an endless forest of distraction, it's damn near impossible. That should be taken into account when ranking the all-time greats. Somebody like Charles Dickens, for example, who had nothing better to do except eat mutton and attend public hangings, should get very little credit." - Steve Hely - How I Became a Famous Novelist

That about sums it up.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


Last year, I was the editor of Red Pulse, which is the now-defunct University of Utah A&E magazine that everyone hated, apparently. Oh well. I liked it, but then again, it was geared largely towards my tastes, interests and things that I thought other people should be checking out. Apparently my tastes were very different than the rest of the campus population, because people loved to talk shit about me through the great anonymity of the Internet. But I had fun, it was a good learning experience and I had a lot of good writers that helped me out. I can't complain too much.

One of my favorite issues was our coverage of the Sundance Film Festival. It was the first time I'd ever had a press pass and it was a lot of fun. I didn't get to see any celebrities or directors or anything like that, but I did see a lot of movies. The only downside was that I was only able to get up there three times and I missed a lot of what I wanted to see.

This year will be different though. I was able to get a press pass again for the 2010 Festival and this year, that's all I've got. I don't have class or a newspaper to help lay out or Ed Board meetings to attend. Plus, I can afford to take a couple of days off work and see as many movies as I possibly can.

This is what I plan on catching for sure.

"The Runaways" - The band biopic starring Bella. No idea how it'll be, but worth a shot.
"Howl" - James Franco as a young Alan Ginsberg? Sure. What the hell.
"I'm Pat ____ Tillman" - The NFL player that died in Afghanistan under mysterious circumstances.
"Douchebag" - It's a comedy, and I'm seeing this thing based on title alone.
"Holy Rollers" - A Hesidic Jew that becomes an Ecstasy smuggler.

There's bound to be more, but those are the ones I'm looking forward to as of now. I'm sure once things get closer I'll have a whole list.



I've been trying to listen to as many albums (got The Blueprint 3, new Muse and Them Crooked Vultures yesterday) and see all the movies I can (waiting on Avatar and Up In The Air) before the end of the year, simply because I want to make a 'Best of 2009' list. And that way, my blog will be just like the other 40 billion people out there with access to the internet. Mine will probably be exactly the same, but maybe a tad bit funnier than some. At least, that's what I'd like to think.

But I've been so focused on 2009, that I just barely realized we're entering a new decade in a couple of weeks. That means I'm going to have to do a 'Best of the Decade' list, too. And that one is going to be much harder.

This didn't hit me until the new issue of Rolling Stone showed up at my house. It's the best of the 2000's issue and I haven't opened it yet. I can almost guarantee that I will not agree with 75% of what's in there. I can see Arcade Fire or TV on the Radio somewhere close to the top and the Jonas Brothers on the list because they have to be. They'll probably praise one or two shitty Britney Spears songs because she made a "comeback" too.  I'm already disappointed with their poor selections and I haven't even read the issue yet.

But at least they did it.

I don't even know if I'll be able to. I'll most likely spend way too much time thinking about all the different categories and aspects of such a task and not be able to come up with anything. And somewhere around the end of March I'll have a definitive list that I'm ready to post, only to realize that I'm almost four months late on it and just give up.

That's the most likely scenario.
How do you even choose the best of the decade? That's probably how I'll spend winter break. Staring at my computer screen, silently debating the merits of whether the three (sometimes four) insanely brilliant Muse songs make up for the other seven forgettable tracks that everyone will skip over (as is the case on every album they put out) makes them a better band than, say, Crime In Stereo.

This is what I'm worried about this holiday season.

(edited to add: Flipped through the issue. Arcade Fire is no. 6, TV On The Radio is 48 in albums. Britney Spears - "Toxic" is no. 44 in songs. No Jonas Brothers on the list, thank Christ.)


I've been trying to read a lot more lately. Sure, I still read 5 or six comics a week but I'm trying to get back in the swing of reading more actual books.

That's not to say that comics aren't books, because some of them are better written and more creative than half the novels on the shelf at Barnes & Noble. But still. I used to plow through one a week, but that was during the time when I only worked two days a week, didn't have school or a million other things occupying my time.

I'm back on it now.

Just finished this -

I really liked it. Definitely not as good as some of his earlier stuff and this one is a little bit more pretentious, but still an entertaining read. The Terminator 2 chapter was the best.

Now, it's on to this. Hopefully it lives up to the hype.

Thursday, December 10, 2009


I know I'm a couple of years late on this, but it's one of the funniest things I've ever seen.
(and sorry about the ads and the age verification thing - it's the best copy I could find)

Tuesday, December 8, 2009


1) Scott Howard has the worst jump shot ever. How could anyone lead a team to that many great victories with a complete lack of skill?

2) Coach Finstock is the smartest man alive.

"There are three rules that I live by: never get less than twelve hours sleep; never play cards with a guy who has the same first name as a city; and never go near a lady with a tattoo of a dagger on her body. Now you stick to that, and everything else is cream cheese."



Monday, December 7, 2009


The Fugitive was on the other night. I turned it on about halfway through and caught the rest of it. When it was over, it started up again right away. Not having anything else to do, I started watching it again. And I watched it all the way through. There are three reasons for my doing this.

1) I don't have much else going on. Well, that's not technically true. I do, I just have a tendency to put it all off until the last minute. As I'm writing this, I should be writing another City Weekly article, but Clear and Present Danger is on and it got me thinking about this.

2) The Fugitive is just a very well-crafted chase movie. It's entertaining as hell.

3) Harrison Ford is the man I want to be when I grow up.

But the main thing I was thinking the entire time I was watching The Fugitive (twice)?

What the hell happened to Harrison Ford?

This is a guy that's had an amazing career in movies. Not many actors can say they have a place firmly cemented in film history, but Harrison Ford can say that a few times over. I mean, he was Han Solo for Christ's sake. Not only that, but he's Indiana Jones, too! Two of the most iconic characters ever created and he played them both. You add in Jack Ryan and Dr. Richard Kimble and that's a god damn legacy.

But as I watched Ford jump from the top of a bus just before it's hit by a moving train, I started to wonder what happened to him. He hasn't really done anything that great in close to 15 years. Take a look at his IMDB resume:

American Graffiti (1973) - Bob Falfa - While he didn't knock anyone's socks off, people at least recognized him after that. I think so anyway, it was like 7 years before I was born.

The next few years were kind of quiet, but then, BAM!

Star Wars (1977) - Han Solo
Apocalypse Now (1979) - Colonel Lucas
Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) - Han Solo
Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) - Indiana Jones
Blade Runner (1982) - Rick Deckard
Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (1983) - Han Solo
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984) - Indiana Jones
Witness (1985) - Det. Capt. John Book
The Mosquito Coast (1986) - Allie Fox
Working Girl (1988) - Jack Trainer
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) - Indiana Jones
Patriot Games (1992) - Jack Ryan
The Fugitive (1993) - Dr. Richard Kimble
Clear and Present Danger (1994) - Jack Ryan

A few of the low-key movies were left off, but look at that list! That has to be one of the most impressive bodies of work any actor has ever had. For damn near 20 years this guy was making good movie after good movie.

Harrison Ford was the ultimate badass. If he and Bruce Willis had starred in a movie together somewhere around 1993 with Ridley Scott, James Cameron (pre-True Lies) or Richard Donner directing, it would have topped the all-time great action film list hands down.

But after Clear and Present Danger, he just fell off completely. Air Force One was alright, but nowhere near the quality of the others. Hollywood Homicide? Six Days, Seven Nights? Firewall? What the hell happened?

Here's what happened - he got too old and either didn't know how or didn't want to adapt the the changes. At some point around the late 90s, there was a shift in what passed as a believable action hero, and Harrison Ford wasn't it anymore. People wanted to see Will Smith battling aliens in a suit or Keeanu Reeves dodging slow motion bullets. As soon as that happened, Harrison Ford was hung out to dry.  But he didn't take that too lightly, so he started taking starring roles in movies that were mediocre at best just so he could play the hero. The other big stars of the decade either fell away completely or adapted to remain successful. Then again, a few of them decided they wanted to play politics or make torture porn starring Jesus, but that's a whole different story.

There was a section in the book Rebels on the Backlot where author Sharon Waxman writes about Steven Soderbergh and the preparation of Traffic. Everyone wanted Harrison Ford to play Robert Wakefield (a role that ended up going to Michael Douglas), but he wouldn't commit because Wakefield didn't win in the end. He wanted the script to be rewritten (I think) to make him the hero.

The thing is, the entire point of that movie was to shine a big light on what everyone seemed to be ignoring at the time: The war on drugs is one of the most pointless wastes of money ever. No one is going to win because it's never going to end. At no point in time will anyone ever be able to clap their hands together and say "Well, we got 'em all." Not going to happen.

(And yes, I did just steal a David Cross joke.)

That story sums up exactly what happened. Ford refused to play anyone that was remotely vulnerable. He has the chops to play these characters, he just won't.

And it's too bad, because he needs to do something. God knows no one wants to see a 70-year-old Indiana Jones swinging through the jungle again. We already had to sit through that once.

Now excuse me, The Fugitive is starting again.

And I still want to be him someday.


It's finally done and ready to go. I worked hard on this thing and I'm really happy with the way it came together, so download it and give it a listen.

It's 11 unreleased tracks from 11 local bands around Salt Lake City and a few from Ogden. Mostly hardcore, but the majority of the bands are pretty diverse. So download it and give it a listen.

It's free. You can't pass that up even if you try.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Gwen & Harley

I'm testing this to see if

A) Posting from my phone actually works
B) If that Twitterfeed thing works, too.

We'll see.


Katy Perry and Disembodied. Who woulda thought?

Monday, November 30, 2009


Couldn't leave it well enough alone could you?

Remakes don't affect me too much (nor should they affect anyone for that matter), because I can just avoid them and pretend they don't exist. Still. Come up with some new ideas, why don't you?

Jaden Smith plays Dre, a skateboarding video game buff who is forced to move to China after his single mother (Taraji P. Henson) is forced to transfer to the China for work. Of course, unable to speak Chinese, Dre finds it hard to settle in, and gets beat up by the local bully. Jackie Chan plays Mr. Han (the Mr. Miyagi character), a maintenance man who spots Dre’s black-eye and offers to teach him both martial arts and Chinese, so he can defend against the students of Li Quan Ha’s Fighting dragon school of Kung-Fu.

Let's not and say we did.

But since they've already started, a few important questions come to mind immediately:

1. a) Will Dre (couldn't they pick a better name?) wear a badass shower costume to a party and get jumped by dudes in skeleton makeup?

    b) Will Mr. Han kick the shit out of all of them?

2. Will "You're The Best Around" by Joe Esposito play at any point during the film?

3. Will someone yell, "Put him in a bodybag, Johnny! Ha ha ha!" during a pivotal moment?

I bet I can answer those right now - no (to both parts), no way and not a fucking chance.

Damn you, Fresh Prince.


Anyone see these pictures? I got them from Block U.

That's Jamie and Kylie Wittingham (U of U football coach Kyle Wittingham's wife and daughter, respectively) leaving the game at LaVell Edwards Stadium a few days ago.
The guy in the BYU hoodie elbowed Jamie in the mouth and told her to "shut up" afterwards. See Kylie running away screaming? Good work, Cougar fans.

Maybe Max Hall's family did get treated like shit last year—which is unacceptable and a bummer. And maybe he did get made fun of on the internet for an entire season. But to go on record and call everyone at the U of U "classless" while your idiot fans are doing the same thing is just absurd.

Don't pretend BYU fans are above it. Obviously they are not.

Probably still have more class, though. I think God said so.

And one more thing...

I dislike him even more now that he's apologized. At least have the guts to stick by what you say.

Thursday, November 26, 2009


"Here in Britain, of course, it's Thank Fuck We Got Those Weird Jesus Bastards On The Boat Day." - Warren Ellis

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009


I'm guessing somewhere around 50% of the population of Utah will say this exact thing at some point tomorrow:

"I didn't even know Salt Lake had a soccer team!"

Well we do. And they're the MLS Champions!

I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I've been a Real fan from the beginning, because I haven't. I can't even pretend that I'm a huge soccer fan, because I'm not. There's a lot of things I dislike about soccer (like the fact that you can end in a tie, that the stoppage time clock goes up instead of down, etc.) but damn, that was a hell of a game!

I turned it on right before halftime because I was watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, which 9 times out of 10 will be vastly more entertaining than a soccer match. But I turned it on just in time to see Real Salt Lake tie it up and I was hooked the rest of the way.

It was kind of weird to see the Real listed as the Eastern Conference Champions, seeing as how Salt Lake is far, far away from the East. But I guess when an entire league only has 18 teams, it makes a little more sense.

The L.A. Galaxy have David Beckham and Landon Donovan, arguably two of the most popular players in MLS (and for one of them, the world) and were pretty much expected to take this thing easily—probably because RSL went 11-12-7 during the regular season. Only two other teams have ever won a championship with a sub-.500 record and they were both hockey teams. The Toronto Maple Leafs  did it in the 40s and the Chicago Blackhawks did it in the 30s.

During the entire shootout I was standing in front of the couch, and when Donovan missed the goal entirely, I got a little smile on my face. He's the captain of the team and spent the entire pre-season promoting a book where he bashed his more-famous teammate for not having enough heart and then he misses the goal altogether? At least Beckham made his shot.

That's what was going through my head as the RSL captain Kyle Beckerman missed his shot right after. Then it became kind of a moot point.

As it came down to what could be the last play, the TV camera showed the player from the back and the only thing I saw was the back of his jersey:

A big number 3 with the word Russell above it.

That's when the flashbacks started.

"No fucking way," I thought. "Not this again."

I can't be the only Utah sports fan that got the same feeling, can I?

But at the end of the day, he made the shot. Real Salt Lake won. Now it's time for the bandwagon to get a little heavier and a few more Real scarves to make appearances.

At least we've finally got a championship team in Utah.

And at least they're not called the Salt Lake Kickzz.

*I stole that title from the phrase that Casey always says after Manchester United wins.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Of course I saw this movie. It was exactly what I expected it to be—completely ridiculous but pretty entertaining. Roland Emmerich has now managed to make the same exact movie three times. Independence Day, The Day After Tomorrow and 2012 all have the exact same plot points, character archetypes, themes, beginnings and endings. And someone at the White House is always the bad guy. If only he'd listened to the warnings, everything could have been avoided!

This one had it all, too. First they drove faster than the earthquake behind them, barely outrunning it the whole time. Then they were able to board a plane and take off just in the nick of time as California crumbled beneath them.

Then you know what? They did the exact same thing in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

And again in Las Vegas.

It was kind of like in The Day After Tomorrow when they outran the cold. Remember that? Jake Gyllenhaal can beat cold in a foot race. With wolves chasing him. While carrying a wounded friend in a sled.

That's probably how he became the Prince of Persia.

But you know what? As ridiculous as they are, I'll watch any of those movies any time they come on TV. Because what the hell else am I going to do?


Seriously. Read more comics. It's not kid stuff and they're not all about superheroes.

Start here.

Try it out and go from there. You won't regret it. I promise.


This is what I've been working on for the past little while. If you don't ever visit (my other blog), this will be available as a free download sometime later this month.

11 unreleased/brand new tracks from 11 of Salt Lake City's finest bands.

Check out the sweet cover, designed by my man Dan Christofferson. It'll be up soon.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


I don't have this kind of money (and if I did it would be going towards that house I talked about earlier) and I'm not this big of a fan.

But damn, this desk is hot.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


This is the best show to ever air on television. Period.


Cheesy, self-important title, I know.

I'm a sucker for Retro and Retro-style art. I have numerous books full of old pulp and sci-fi magazine covers and a calendar of the same. Every time I go to a used bookstore, thrift store or antique shop, I always seek out the old paperback section and pick one out solely based on the cover artwork.

And one of the things that I love about Disneyland is all the old, retro posters they have hanging all over the park. If someone were to put out a nice, big coffee table book of all of these posters (or if they do and you know where I can find it—because I've looked all over the place—let me know) they'd make a killing and I'd be thrilled.

I also want to have a whole bunch of these framed and on display in my house. But first I need to get a house. Baby steps.

Monday, November 16, 2009


This movie is on TV way too often and I watch it every single time. I'm not ashamed.
But should I be?

Sunday, November 15, 2009


From City Weekly -- The world is a terrible place full of bad people—and Vertigo Comics wants to keep it that way. In its nearly two-decade existence, Vertigo has given readers the epic — and sometimes disturbing — tales of Preacher, Transmetropolitan, Y: The Last Man and 100 Bullets. Sadly, all of them have ended, leaving a gaping hole where those flagship titles used to be. Luckily for everyone who reads comics, though, Scalped has stepped up to claim its rightful place at the top.

A crime comic through and through, Scalped focuses on the fictional Prairie Rose Indian Reservation in South Dakota, and the down-and-out characters who are doomed to a life of drugs, abuse and ridicule. Dashiell Bad Horse escaped the downtrodden life of “the rez” years ago but finds himself right back in the thick of things again—only, this time, with a whole new perspective. Bad Horse is an undercover FBI agent gathering information on the chief of the Oglala tribe, Lincoln Red Crow. Red Crow is the head of the police force on the reservation and also a wealthy mob boss. He’s under investigation for his involvement in the murder of two federal agents in the ’70s, when Red Crow was a militant Indian American activist alongside Bad Horse’s mother, Gina. Bad Horse is tasked with infiltrating Red Crow’s crew to help build a case against him. Of course, as with every great crime story, things are never that easy, and for every minor victory notched, a crushing defeat isn’t far behind.

Taking inspiration from the true story of imprisoned American Indian Movement activist Leonard Peltier, Jason Aaron takes this story down one dark alley after another. Corruption, greed and loyalty all come into play, giving the story a film-noir feel with Indian casinos, badlands and meth labs standing in for the traditional noir staples of seedy bars and big cities. Artist R.M. Guera embodies the dark tone of Aaron’s writing to the fullest extent, giving everything a dirty, gritty feel. The colors are washed-out and shadows loom in nearly every panel. Even when the story takes place during the day, it still looks as if the sun isn’t quite bright enough to get anyone out of the darkness.

While the story focuses on mostly bad things on the reservation, Aaron and Guera find ways to illuminate the quiet moments that make any good story compelling. The heartbreak and tragedy that most of these characters experience is realized through the powerful storytelling of these two relative newcomers. As long as they keep shining that light on the dim corners of Prairie Rose, Scalped will be welcomed among the Vertigo pantheon.

By Jason Aaron and R.M. Guera

Die Hard: Year One
Finally, the origin story that no one asked for! Ever wonder what life was like for John McClane in New York City years before the incident at Nakatomi Plaza? I sure didn’t—and I’m probably not alone. The involvement of veteran writer Howard Chaykin made this an interesting project, but the reasoning behind it makes no sense. It seems as if Chaykin had a ’70s cop story ready to go and simply changed his protagonists name to McClane when the opportunity presented itself. It’s good they didn’t try to shoehorn in a silly origin of “yippie ki-yay” but there are still a few issues to go. (Howard Chaykin & Stephen Thompson; BOOM studios)

Ignition City
The idea of “retro future” isn’t a new one, but Warren Ellis finds full potential in Ignition City. It’s 1956, and personal space travel has become commonplace after World War II was interrupted by a Martian invasion. Taking influence from Buck Rogers and Deadwood, Ellis throws a good old-fashioned whodunit mystery into a setting where unregistered laser pistols and broken-down space ships are normal. Originally projected as an ongoing series, it was cut to a mere five issues, and it would be a shame if that’s all we’ll get. There’s too much great stuff to not expand on it further. (Warren Ellis & Gianluca Pagliarani; Avatar.)


The plane tickets have been purchased and the inaugural Gentlemen Explorers Club adventure commences in May. Peru and Machu Pichu, here we come.

*Richard Foard's only stipulation for going on the trip.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Way to ruin the fun, NASA.

From -- The world is not coming to an end on December 21, 2012, the US space agency insisted Monday in a rare campaign to dispel widespread rumors fuelled by the Internet and a new Hollywood movie. 
Sony Pictures's latest big screen offering "2012" arrives in theaters on Friday, with a 200-million-dollar production about the end of the world supposedly based on myths backed by the Mayan calendar.

The doomsday scenario revolves claims that the end of time will come as an obscure Planet X -- or Nibiru -- heads toward or collides into Earth.

The mysterious planet was supposedly discovered by the Sumerians, according to claims by pseudo-scientists, paranormal activity enthusiasts and Internet theorists.

Some websites accuse NASA of concealing the truth on the wayward planet's existence, but the US space agency denounced such stories as an "Internet hoax."

"There is no factual basis for these claims," NASA said in a question-and-answer posting on its website.

If such a collision were real "astronomers would have been tracking it for at least the past decade, and it would be visible by now to the naked eye," it added. "Obviously, it does not exist."

"Credible scientists worldwide know of no threat associated with 2012," NASA insisted.

Initial theories set the disaster for May 2003, but when nothing happened the date was moved forward to the winter solstice in 2012 to coincide with the end of a cycle of the ancient Mayan calendar.

But NASA insisted the Mayan calendar in fact does not end on December 21, 2012, as another period begins immediately afterward. And it said there are no planetary alignments on the horizon for the next few decades.

And even if the planets were to line up as some have forecast, the effect on our planet would be "negligible," NASA said.

Among the other theories NASA has set out to debunk are that geomagnetic storms, a pole reversal or unsteadiness in the Earth's crustal plates might befall the planet.

And while comets and asteroids have always hit the Earth, "big hits are very rare," NASA noted. The last major impact was believed to be 65 million years ago, spurring the end of dinosaurs.

"We have already determined that there are no threatening asteroids as large as the one that killed the dinosaurs," the space agency said.

Sunday, November 8, 2009


(stolen from @ckamrani)


The next season of Curb Your Enthusiasm should just be the Larry and Leon Show. Pure genius.

“Black man doin' his thang, baby! Barack Obama motha fucka! Barack Obama! I’m the President of hitting that ass!”

Saturday, November 7, 2009


I have a sketchbook that I bought a long, long time ago that has no drawings, sketches or even doodles in it. I bought it way back in the day when I convinced myself that I had some semblance of artistic ability and the only way to get better was to practice.

Then, reality kicked in and I realized that I couldn't draw a straight line if I had a ruler. I am a terrible artist. Writing, I can do. That comes easy to me. Drawing or painting? Not so much. When I finally made peace with this, I couldn't figure out what to do with the book. I didn't want to throw it away, but there was no way in hell I was going to draw in it. What if someone found it? That would just be embarrassing.

So what I did was I just listed all the movies I had seen that year. It became kind of like my movie diary—only without the commentary. This was before blogs were big and the only internet knowledge I had was e-mail, so I just wrote the date and title down. I figured that at the end of the year, when someone asked the inevitable question, "What was the best movie you've seen this year?" all I'd have to do is consult my little book, make a few judgements and I'd be done. And this way, I wouldn't forget seeing something.

I was looking through it the other day, and since we're in a bit of a lull before the big holiday movie rush, I decided I'd pick my top 5 for the year—so far.

(These aren't in any particular order yet, mind you. Just my 5 favorites. The ranking will come later. That's what blogs are for, right?)

UP - I love anything and everything Pixar does and this was no exception. Just a damn fine story.

BRONSON - This one caught me totally by surprise at Sundance. I hadn't heard anything about it and was enthralled the whole two hours. Tom Hardy gives an amazing performance and it's just oozing with style.

STAR TREK - This is what a fun, summer movie should be. I've never cared about Star Trek before in my life and I didn't want this movie to end.

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE - This is exactly what I wanted this movie to be. The music, the way it was shot, the performances—it all just worked perfectly for me.

A SERIOUS MAN - The Coen Brothers do very little wrong in my book. I've loved (nearly) everything they've ever done—The Ladykillers excluded—and I think this ranks up there among their best work.

There's still a lot more movies coming out this year, too. I'm curious to see where these end up come the end of next month, but I wouldn't be surprised if this list doesn't change much (if it does at all).


If you like comics, read this book. I've heard good things for a long time and I finally got around to picking it up.

Two words—Holy Shit!

I wrote a column about it for City Weekly the other day, so hopefully that will show up in next week's issue (and it's much more eloquently written than "holy shit," I assure you). Do yourself a favor and pick it up ASAP. Jason Aaron is making his mark on the Vertigo line the same way Ellis did with Transmetropolitan, Ennis did with Preacher and Azzarello did with 100 Bullets—all books you should read, by the way.

Here's the cover for Januarys issue #35. So awesome.

Friday, November 6, 2009

"You're so money and you don't even know it."