Archive for July, 2006

II! Run For Your Lives!"> Clerks II! Run For Your Lives!

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Clerks II is com­ing out! Run for you lives!

For some of you, you’re won­der­ing what I’m talk­ing about. Like my par­ents. If you’re like me, you know that Clerks II is a sequel to Clerks, the 1994 film that cleaned up at Sun­dance and made a star of direc­tor Kevin Smith, who, upon find­ing out his film had been selected for Sun­dance, had to close up the con­ve­nience store he was work­ing at at the time. It was a great rags to riches story, very Capra-esque.

At the time I loved Clerks. At the time.

After repeated view­ings I think it grows less and less funny, but that first time that you see it it is hilar­i­ous, usu­ally. It’s very much a guy com­edy, though, I don’t know many girls that like Clerks.

And then he started mak­ing movies, none of which really did as well as Clerks. It’s like the story of a band’s 2nd album : the first album took 8 years to make, the 2nd, 3 months. And they’re never as good.

He made Mall­rats, Chas­ing Amy, Dogma and then Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. After that came the worst of the worst, from what I hear, yes I haven’t seen it, Jer­sey Girl.

And now, with fail­ure star­ing him in the face, he comes full cir­cle with what made him pop­u­lar. A Clerks sequel.

Lame!

My Theory on James Bond

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We’re get­ting a new James Bond film, with a brand freak­ing new guy play­ing James Bond, later this year. Yipee.

If you’re like me and kind of lost inter­est in what James Bond does along about when Tim­o­thy Dal­ton took over, you prob­a­bly won’t care about this new film either. But I like the old school James Bond films, they’re fun and have their silly kitsch fac­tor about them. And go ahead and make fun of me, but after Con­nery my favorite Bondie is George Lazenby. Yes, I like On Her Majesty’s Secret Ser­vice, ‘cause the movie rokkks, man. It’s got one of the bet­ter story lines and it’s the deep­est you ever get into Bond’s char­ac­ter, since he gets mar­ried and all. And then she dies, which is gold, man.

But I’ve got a the­ory about all this James Bond stuff.

It started out with the last Bond film, Die Another Day. It was the 40th anniver­sary of the Bond jug­ger­naut and they had a scene where the then-current Bond, Pierce Bros­nan, was with John Cleese’s Q, and in the scene they’re walk­ing through Q’s work­shop and they have a lot of dif­fer­ent gad­gets and weapons that Bond used over the decades. Bond picks up the shoe dag­ger from From Rus­sia with Love and looks at it like he has no idea what it is, just this quizzi­cal look. He puts it down after pon­der­ing it a moment, but it sparked some­thing in me. And I think I fig­ured out who “James Bond” is.

Another thought — in the new film, Casino Royale, new Bond, the butt-kicking Daniel Craig, is shown earn­ing his two zeros the only way that he can earn them — by assas­si­nat­ing two peo­ple. Later on Judi Dench’s M speaks with Bond. Now, if this were some sort of ori­gin story, as it’s being pur­ported to be, shouldn’t M look a lit­tle bit like Bernard Lee, who played him for decades before he died? If we’re going waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back to tell how James became who he is, why is M a woman? I don’t think MI6 from 1964 would want any­body else but Moneypenny.

Because there are many James Bonds, and the name is a pseu­do­nym for some­one else hid­ing behind the persona.

And it’s backed up by the line said by Lazenby in On Her Majesty’s Secret Ser­vice -

James Bond: [to the cam­era)) This never hap­pened to the other fellow.

It makes sense. If Daniel Craig has to earn his ‘00’ title then Judi Dench can be there, since Daniel Craig’s “James Bond” is circa 2006, not 1964. And it explains why Bros­nan can eye a dag­ger shoe like a dork.

It totally makes sense. And you know me, I’m never wrong. Ever!

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One night Noah was hav­ing a pretty hard time try­ing to go to sleep — he was cry­ing, yelling, whin­ing, gen­eral dis­cord. He was up and down, out of bed, back to bed, out of bed again, so on, so on, so on. It was get­ting old, because by the time that the fol­low­ing exchange and sit­u­a­tion hap­pened he’d got­ten up from bed about 20+ times.

So he came into our room again and said this time “Peepee on the potty.”

Now Noah is a bright kid and he knows ways to get us to pay atten­tion to him, and we’ve got a stand­ing rule that if he tells us he needs to pee at night, we’ll help him out, since he still has a semi-hard time get­ting onto the toi­let by him­self. So I got up and took him into the bath­room, sit him down, and he starts the grunt­ing, mean­ing that he’s got to poop. He does his busi­ness and then I start clean­ing him up. All the while he’s cry­ing, yelling, whin­ing, gen­eral dischord, like I said earlier.

I get his under­wear and pj pants back on and we start head­ing back to bed, but he doesn’t want to go. I see I left the wipes open and start to close them, but he yells out -

No!”

”No what?”

”Not the wipes!”

”What? You don’t want me to close the wipes?”

”Don’t leave the wipes.”

”Don’t leave the wipes?”

”No.”

So I took the wipes with us, and he got in bed, and he ended up sleep­ing with the box of wipes. He was cud­dling them the next morn­ing, too.

NASCAR"> The Red Hot Chili Peppers and NASCAR

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Red Hot Chili Pep­pers, back when I was in high school and col­lege, were pretty anti-establishment. They started out in 1983 and did mainly what I thought was hard-core funk mixed with punk. They wore only socks when they played live, they did gal­lons of drugs and were pretty promis­cu­ous. And now they’re doing ads for NASCAR.

There’s a story about it over at Brandweek -

Nascar Hot For Chili Peppers

June 28, 2006

NEW YORK — Nascar has actu­ally found a way to turn up the vol­ume on its mar­ket­ing: by adding the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

A new 30-second spot, via Nascar Images, Char­lotte, N.C., fea­tures the four mem­bers of the band in con­cert and lit­er­ally in the pits as mem­bers of a Nascar pit crew, played out over the band’s “Dani Cal­i­for­nia.” (“Cal­i­for­nia rest in peace/Simultaneous release/California show your teeth/She’s my priest­ess, I’m your priest.”)

The spot will break on Sat­ur­day, July 1, on Fox dur­ing its cov­er­age of the Pepsi 400 at the Day­tona, Fla., Inter­na­tional Speed­way. Spend was not disclosed.

In the spot, the four Pep­pers yell, “Start your engines,” and Anthony Kiedis and Flea say such phrases as, “Nascar. How bad have you got it?”

What in the name of Dale Earn­hardt is going on here? These guys were so cool and hip, I had friends travel to OTHER COUNTRIES to see them play. Now they’re NASCAR fans, or are they just get­ting old and wor­ry­ing about where the money’s going to come from? This is just so lame. Another exam­ple of your idols (not mine, but other peo­ple think think they are) being less than you thought they were.