06.07.11 – a tuesday

word

hackneyed [hak-need] adj. made commonplace or trite; stale; banal: the hackneyed images of his poetry

birthday

Jessica Tandy (1909), Dean Martin (1917), Tom Jones (1940), Liam Neeson (1952), Prince (1958), Allen Iverson (1975), Bill Hader (1978), Anna Kournikova (1981), Michael Cera (1988)

standpoint

Last night, I decided to go see X-Men: First Class at my local theater.

In recent years, I’ve been hearing this sort of statement more and more: “Yeah, I love movies but I hate going to the theater. It’s so distracting. Unless it’s some sort of special effects blockbuster, I’d rather just wait until it comes out on DVD or HBO or something.”

Truthfully, most times I’ve heard someone say that, I’ve been the one saying it.

But I didn’t always feel that way. Once upon a time, I went to see a movie at least twice a month, either with other people or, more often, by myself. It was a nice way to pass the time. But going to the theater nowadays is akin to placing the lens of a metaphorical microscope on everything sucky about humanity.

And here’s just two reasons why:

1. Commentary – Apparently, during any movie, there’s a contest called “Who’s the Best At Following Along?” Not everyone is picked to play but those chosen are a fiercely competitive bunch, vehemently shouting out things like, “He’s gonna get shot!” or “That’s a mistake!” *SPOILER ALERT* Last night, for instance, there was a scene in which a hand was flicking cigar ashes into an ashtray. It was the very beginning of Hugh Jackman‘s ten-second cameo as Wolverine, the central character of the X-Men franchise. But before his face appeared on screen, at least 15 people cried out, “That’s Wolverine!”

2. Cell Phones – The scourge of the modern cinema, it’s easy to understand how moveigoers might forget to turn their cell phones to silent or vibrate. It’s not like there’s several announcements before the start of a movie, asking everyone to check them. I blame the clever warnings. They’re too subtle. Here’s what they should run instead. Still, I don’t think anyone would give a shit. Last night, there were so many sounds coming from cell phones that I entertained the idea I might be the subject of a gigantic prank. My favorite, however, was the guy directly behind me who, an hour into the movie, answered his phone and proceeded to schedule a meeting for 2:30 this afternoon.

quotation

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead. ↔ Mac McCleary

tune

I loved Hall & Oates when I was a kid. Truth be told, I still dig their songs. They represent everything solid about the 1980s. That’s no lie. The video for “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)” is quintessentially representative of the decade most everyone would love to forget.

gallimaufry

Here’s a life lesson, people. This clown had so many opportunities to ride off into the sunset as an American success story. But now he’s the poster child for greed and living beyond one’s own means. Suckah.

The “Jailbirds?” Why not? The NFL is such a laughingstock, why shouldn’t the Eagles be the biggest joke in it? Cue The Longest Yard references, starting…now.

→ Just to make this an all-sports gallimaufry, I’ll let you know that Mark Recchi was never one of my favorites when he played for the Flyers but there’s a part of me that’s pleased to see the 43-year-old not only competing for his third Stanley Cup ring, but contributing as well.

Advertisements

05.25.11 – a wednesday

word

languid [lang-gwid] adj. 1. lacking in vigor or vitality; slack or slow: a languid manner 2. lacking in spirit or interest; listless; indifferent 3. drooping or flagging from weakness or fatigue; faint

birthday

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803), Dixie Carter (1939), Ian McKellen (1939), Frank Oz (1944), Mike Myers (1963), Anne Heche (1969), Stacy London (1969), Jamie Kennedy (1970), Demetri Martin (1973), Molly Sims (1973), Lauryn Hill (1975)

standpoint

Today’s standpoint will have to wait. But it’s gonna be a good one.

quotation

It is easier to act yourself into a new way of thinking, than it is to think yourself into a new way of acting. ↔ A. J. Jacobs

tune

XTC is another one of those bands that simply doesn’t get enough credit in the history of modern/alternative music. Here’s one of my favorites – “Love On a Farm Boy’s Wages.”

gallimaufry

Seriously? For real? Are these people out of their minds? Sadly, yes. Folks, I’m just too charged up to coherently comment on this absolutely ridiculous nonsense.

→ Another one of those great headlines: “Confirmed: Tennis Star Anna Kournikova Joining ‘The Biggest Loser’ As Trainer.” How awesome is your life if some editor pokes his head into your cubicle and says, “Hey, rumor has it Anna Kournikova might be a new trainer on ‘The Biggest Loser,’ I need you to get confirmation on that.” Keep marching on, society…keep marching on.

→ If you dislike confusing and pitiful behavior, please don’t click this link. I can’t decide which is worse, the completely biased nature of the article or the ignorant comments from every side of the political spectrum.