I caught it at a rave
We saw an Indigo Girls show last night at the Roxy and, for the most part, it was the normal concert experience - bad mood, creaky knees, hacking cough... wait, I could be confusing this with bronchitis.
Anyway, the difference was that this show was taped for DVD. There were 3 stationary HD cameras in back, 2 hand held cameras on stage and a big swinging robot arm contraption that hovered over the crowd. Except for the crowd camera, it was rather unremarkable. I don't mean that in a negative way, but it's mostly likely not very positive, either.
During the show, they only performed one song twice (Rock and Roll Heaven's Gate both acoustic and electric). They played some oldies (Land of Canaan!) that may have something to do with the taping. Who knows... The camera operators on stage weren't even really noticeable since they stayed to the side and didn't rove around. They probably knew how Amy "dances" and that's why they were keeping their distance.
« July 31, 2007 4:50 PM | Post a Comment | 1 comments »
On being right
Once upon a time when I was younger and afraid of oncoming traffic, I drove around making right turns until I got to where I needed to be. Sure, I thought, it takes longer, but I don't need to make any decisions concerning traffic lights and judgments of distance and other mind-taxing crap. Really, if you make enough right turns and drive around in circles of varying sizes, you'll get to where you mean to go. Look at me! See how far I've come?
Yes, I see how's that a bad example. But these folks with nothing better to do in D.C. have proven me smarter than anyone thought possible:
Making Right Turns Saves Gas, Time, UPS Drivers Make Right Turns Whenever Possible (NBC4)
Honestly, if UPS drivers are doing it, shouldn't you? Hmmmm... that question sounded much more perplexing and soul-searching in my head.
Labels: News
« July 25, 2007 8:24 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Goodbye, Harry
Dear boy, if you only knew all that happens to you in seven short years.
Thanks for the epic story, JK Rowling. Well done.
Labels: Books
« July 22, 2007 7:40 PM | Post a Comment | 2 comments »
Flashback!
The internet is full of crap and it's my fault. I know you need no proof (well, no further proof) but this following site will show without a doubt that I have wasted so much space and time, mine and yours.
The Internet Archive has been capturing the embarrassing state of the web since 1996 and you can see all of it with their Wayback Machine. They're assembling an Internet Library, but I don't think half of the sites out there are worth remembering - and I'm just talking about my own. Imagine what I think about everyone else's.
No, don't do that.
At my peak (or valley) of crappiness, I delusioned myself into thinking I had a taxi company. But don't fret too much for me. I never thought it was a profitable company, much less an operational one.
Labels: Yen
« July 19, 2007 3:10 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Wha' happened?
Is there something off about...? Does anything seem a little different...?
Nevermind, it's probably just me. I'm hopped up on three types of medicine (including one not FDA-approved - awesome) and endless cocktails of hot tea and cough drops. Yum. Yes, it IS as delicious as it sounds. So, anyways, I'm probably just seeing things.
Actually, has anyone seen my shoes? Or my cat? I wish I was seeing Isabelle. She's playing the closing set tonight at Quebec's annual summer festival, a huge musical celebration that would be cool (lit-trally!) to attend if it weren't snowing and sleeting at the moment. And hail, mustn't forget the hail.
What? No, I'm not bitter. Not at all.
« July 15, 2007 6:59 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Cure for ADD
That would be Ingrid Bergman. She may not work for you, but then maybe you should get your head checked soon. I have no patience for anything but her. And small, small children.
Normally, I can't handle going to the movie theatres, mostly because of the whole social interaction thing with others, but I'm going to see about five this month. It must mean that I really want to see these movies, but even sitting through them, I'm checking my watch all the time. That's because there's no Ingrid.
I just watched Goodbye Again with Anthony Perkins chasing her character Paula all over Paris. Never have I identified with a fictional character like I did with his Phillip.
Well, okay, there's Julianne Moore in The Hours and the whole riding a bus to Canada that strikes the right note with me, but I actually don't WANT to be her. I want to be Phillip with his "work when I feel like it" attitude because he's filthy rich and his perseverance in winning over Paula. Oh, and his car. I want that, too.
Labels: Movies
« July 13, 2007 1:22 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Blind leading the blind
On its website, the National Federation of the Blind claims to have 50,000 members. All of them were walking in front of my car this morning.
They're having their national convention here this year and started off with a morning parade....during rush hour, weaving and tapping their walking sticks all through downtown. It was quite a sight.
I'm not even gonna pretend that was funny.
I have no problem with parades, even ones that I have to roll slowly behind. But for an event that shuts down at least 4 of the main streets during the morning commute, wouldn't it have been nice of the city to announce it in the newspaper last night? I know Atlanta gets lots of conventions, but most of them don't parade around, leaving a cacaphonous tap tap tap in their wake.
The sticks must really help, though, because all but one stayed on the parade route. He wandered off, figured out he was at the opposite sidewalk curb about 30 seconds later and turned around back to the route. It was almost like a scene out of a movie I'd write if I was going to write one about thousands of blind people on a parade. Unreal.
Labels: Atlanta
« July 03, 2007 7:34 AM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
Ratatouille
If a rat cooked you something, would you eat it? What if he was a cute rat? What if you were really, really hungry? Or didn't want to be impolite?
I love Pixar movies. I love France. I love to cook. I love cartoony rats, thanks to my unnatural obsession with Flushed Away. Aren't you glad I haven't shared more about that?
So I put all my hands together and of course I loved Ratatouille. Remy is as cute as a cartoon rat could be. Paris is beautifully created. I thought the plot was going to delve into some An American Tail territory at the beginning, but there were no need for tears. Nevertheless Linda Ronstadt, I know you're somewhere out there. James Ingram is asking you to wish upon the same bright star.
NO. Not that one. One over. Yessss...
Labels: Movies
« July 02, 2007 8:29 PM | Post a Comment | 0 comments »
