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Found, of course at the House Next Door. If you love anything about movies, this will fuck your head up, even if its just a little. Finally, someone has topped Jamie Thraves on re-utilizing the Vertigo soundtrack. See also Zombie 101.
Excerpt from the anthology film Chacun De Cinema starring Josh Brolin and Grant Heslov
I am like 90% sure only David Allison will laugh at this, but I had to do it.
A collection of Velvet Underground posters, some from Warhol’s Factory. (thanks for the link Beaucoupkevin)
A narco-fueled angry rant of a Mad Men writeup in TV of the Week at the Factual along with Matthew J Brady’s great Venture Brothers piece (also Fringe) and Tucker Stone, Our Man in X on House. Actually I haven’t linked but I’ve done most of the season, click back if you feel like it, its the only consistent writing I’ve been doing the past couple weeks. Last weeks is really crappy though, it was written when I was all jacked up. I don’t know if the Mad Men pieces are as good as the Boosh ones, as I’ve only really gotten an angle in the past few weeks. The Boosh pieces were about how Adult Swim was botching the US release of a possible comedy classic (and how much the show was about rape). The Mad Men pieces are just kind of angry and unfocused and I don’t know if they’re funny, but pretty much every week I talk about Betty and Don and how much I hate the rest of the cardboard cutout cast. Then again, maybe Mike Sizemore’s right and the show is about the only people in the entire decade who weren’t armed to the teeth so why the fuck should we care? Joan Holloway isn’t even on the show any more to stare at.
“DO YOU WANT PAUL VERHOEVEN TO FINISH THIS MOTHERFUCKER?”
Hey all.
Jared here. Sean kept wanting me to post on here so he gave me the permissions, but I’ve only used a couple of times.
But since he hasn’t posted in a while, I figured I’d just pop on to keep it going. It’s largely because he’s been awfully sick as of late. If you follow his twitter, you’re probably already aware. If not, well now you know. So while he’s off on a cough syrup & horror movie bender on the road to speedy recovery, let’s use this as an excuse to wish him well! Seriously!
And he doesn’t know I’m doing this so chances are, he’ll probably get pissed & delete it right away. But give your well wishes nonetheless!
Because I’m not going to be around for the weekend and this week consisted mostly of me running around like an extra in The Magnificent Three, here is some content I normally wouldn’t put up. Yay! No, this is a short fiction thing. Explanation – I have started doing these weekly prose sketches for a weekly writing challenge started by the very nice and smart people I do bar trivia with. Each week, someone decides on a single element that has to be included in the story, and it has to be a maximum of one page. It’s excercise, and I try to write them in one-shot in-the-moment style rather than thinking about it ahead of time. They’re theater and prose people and I tend to go for visuals, so three weeks in I’m still getting my legs. This one is not as terrible as the previous ones, though, and the two characters in it are probably going to end up in one of the two books I’m writing right now. The theme for this week is masks.
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That Keeps Her Peace, Most Every Day.
The mask covered her eyes and nose – black fabric of some kind, slightly too rough for what it was. It looked amazing. Her brown hair was tied up, she was wearing a pair of black trouser, a white buttoned down shirt, a black dress jacket, and a gray cape. She smiled. “There’s something particularly decadent about all this, I feel like we should be doing cocaine and denying someone a bank loan”. She turned to the woman at her left, a synthetic blonde with pale skin and sad, wide eyes. The blonde was wearing long opera gloves and a minidress, long legs ending in six-inch black pumps with a yellow heel. Her hair straight back out of her face. She stared out off of the bridge, out onto the water — the two of them leaned against the cobblestone railing. The blonde leaned forward on one elbow, “It’s not decadent, not to enjoy yourself”. Fireworks went off in the distance, cascading bangs arpeggiated – strange time for fireworks at sunset, but it was gorgeous. More explosions, now from behind them. She took the mask off and let it drop off into the water. The sirens were blaring now too, klaxxons thrumming off in the distance. Perfectly timed. She leaned over, her head on the blonde’s shoulders. The blonde’s expression didn’t change – a kind of impenetrable blankness. She exhaled and closed her eyes a halfsecond “So what’s the plan for tonight?”. The blonde blinked and stared into the sunset, neon orange with constellations of color cutting it in two. “How about we go back to the hotel — I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. Tapas?”. She looked up at the blonde, staring at her eyepatch for a minute. “You’ve never looked better.” “Neither have you”. The sirens get louder. A fleet of ambulances scream by, and both girls can’t help but laugh uncontrollably.
The very cool guys at The Art of Storytelling are having a magazine release party at 8pm Max Fish this Friday. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make it out, but if you’re in NYC this weekend, you should definitely check it out. I haven’t posted anything up about it yet, but I’m going to have my first published article in their first issue along with interviews w/ Derek Riggs and Andrew WK. I’m really excited to see it because this would totally be a magazine I would read even if I didn’t inexplicably find my name in it.
The way I always looked at it there weren’t many great scratch djs, but probably the best was always a battle between Kid Koala and Roc Raida. And really, I don’t think Kid Koala could ever do something like this:
UPDATED: Bowie, Rigg, Reznor, Steranko, Kubrick, Elektra: Assassin, Otomo, Omar, Pope, Rushmore, Blade Runner, the Conversation, Venture Brothers, Scott Walker, Bill Murrays, Python, McGoohan, Barton Fink, Beck, Desolation Jones, Planet of the Apes, Bond, Brownstein, Sisters, Hollloway, Automatic Kafka, Harlock, Burgundy, Cunningham, Rubin, Starks, Banksy, Doom Patrol, Grey, Kirby, Plainview, Rosemary’s Baby, FLCL, Paul’s Boutique, Winter Men, Shining, Hewlett, Taxi Driver, The Thing, LL, Casanova, Mr. Freedom, Jane Birkin, Laputa, J. Spaceman, Bengal, Harvey, Graham, Inglourious Basterds, Dick, Moon, Point Blank. Subject to change as usual.
New header is a panel from a Ditko Mr. A story.
Pretty much sums up how I feel about the past 8 years.
Mark Kardwell is a champion of great comics, guitar music and all around Norn Iron hardassery -He’s the Stooges of comics blogging. He is celebrating 5 years of blogging at his site Bad Librarianship today. Mark has the best taste in comics art on the entire goddamn web, and he’s a stand up dude to boot. Without him I wouldn’t still be doing this blogging thing, that’s 100% for sure.
Thanks for 5 years and being a great friend, Mark. Keep it up, Bad Librarian.
TV of the Weak is up at the Factual Opinion. Featuring my piece on this week’s Mad Men along with David Brothers on Leverage, Nina Stone on True Blood, and the man himself on the Prisoner and Project Runway.
via the always entertaining and never outdone Grandbridge Street, where you can read the other five parts.
(Been listening to the Idiot a whole lot lately.)
Via the Black Hole Kids
more about "Tarantino on the Basterds soundtrack", posted with vodpod
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