27 February 2006
I've never seen an epsidoe of McCloud, but I can recall falling asleep as the theme from the NBC Mystery Movie played in the living room. And Dennis Weaver gets mad phat props for starring in Duel, which is arguably Steven Spielberg's best movie. Yeah, I said it.
26 February 2006
As with half the people, places and things that get mentioned on this piece of shit, I have warm and fuzzy childhood memories of Darren McGavin and Kolchak: The Night Stalker. One in particular: I had pneumonia when I was 6 and I had to stay in the hospital on a Friday night. Since I had been sleeping off and on all day, I was wide awake that evening and into the night, so I watched Kolchak. I later found out it was the episode "Demon in Lace." Good times.
As for Don Knotts, I hated The Andy Griffith Show when I was a kid (I didn't care for "country shows"). It wasn't until later on that I could appreciate how well-drawn its characters were. And then later on, Knotts and his hairpiece turned up in Three's Company as the pervy landlord Ralph Furley. In the early 1980s, ABC reran Three's Company weekday mornings, and I watched it every day on summer vacation before switching over to The Price Is Right. More good times. It wasn't until later on that I could appreciate just how truly awful program Three's Company was.
23 February 2006
19 February 2006
Neither Jen nor I had eaten since 5 p.m., which in retrospect was where it all went wrong. By 11 p.m., Jen was a little wobbly and she made me take her home. I was feeling fine so with Jen's blessing, I returned to the Back Door after tucking her in for the night.
Consequently, I was pretty fucked up when we finally called it a "night" at 2 a.m. I don't say this as a boast. I pride myself on being able to hold my liquor. Maybe it's time to dial it down a notch. For starters, I took a piss in the parking lot -- felt great, but how embarrassing would it be to get arrested for public urination? Then I decided that since I hadn't eaten anything since 5 p.m. (see above), I should go get something to eat. Then, back home for a little TV.
Come the dawn, I awoke with a bit of a hangover. Plus, my mouth tasted as if Godzilla had taken a shit in it. At least I didn't have to fly anywhere.
It's definitely time to dial it down a notch. Weekend benders are fun and games when you're in your twenties, but they're more than a little pathetic when you're as aged as I am. Don't worry, I'm not going teetotal just yet, but I'm going to work on pacing myself better.
17 February 2006
12 February 2006
Problem is, video stores that carry such a wide array of, well, wild and woolly titles tend to attract more than their fair share of -- how to put this delicately? -- social retards.
There's nothing on TV tonight that I'm dying to see, so I thought I'd pop in to W&W and see if anything looked interesting. Nothing caught my eye, but a few patrons caught my nose: there's nothing quite like looking for a movie next to some fortysomething endomorph with painfully assertive body odor as he paws through the anime selection, mumbling to himself, "Where's the hentai?" Truly heartwarming.
It's good to know that rather than spend his Taco Bell wages or Social Security on deodorant (or better yet, his meds), he's using his disposable income to fully enjoy cult cinema. Even better, apparently Sundays are now "Maladjusted Night" at W&W, because there were at least three of these specimens hastening my exit. I need to check out the TARC schedules and plan my visits accordingly.
07 February 2006
06 February 2006
My take? If you get that rattled over a stupid cartoon, you're clearly not playing with a full deck. Don't these folks have anything better to do with their time?
Something I find amusing (and by “amusing” I mean, “depressing and unsettling”) is that even though they don’t wear turbans and are doughier and pastier, many conservative Christians right here in America are cut from the exact same cloth as their Muslim counterparts: willfully ignorant, sexually repressed, profoundly intolerant.