Scott turned me towards a video that raises an eyebrow. I watched a slighter higher quality version. It falls into the documentary style of Michael Moore, and I hate to compare Dylan like that. Unfortunately there isn't a lot of this kind of thought provoking, investigative movie to even pull up a reference for comparison that anyone would know.
It's good, watch it, take it with a grain of salt.
Today was the last day in my trial of Public Transit. This morning, I awoke, dawned my suit, and grabbed the number three as it headed downtown. As I was reading my book, I became distracted by some music.
Normally, I love all forms of music, and this morning, I found there to be an ambient selection of Pop and Techno/Electronica in the air. Bass was thumping, synthesized accompanyment was flying through the air, and I had no problem making out the lyrics of the song that was being played.
Curiosity overcame me, and I started to try and determine the source of this melody that was peircing the air. It wasn't long until I spotted a head bobbing to the beat, with iPod buds planted firmly in each ear. The disturbing part was that I was seated six rows behind this person, could clearly hear the music, and I didn't have the speakers inches from my brain.
I was brought back to an age when I would hook wattage in the kilo range up to my vehicles. Let me get this strainght: I'm an audiophile. I love feeling base pounding. I needed to buy a detached home so I could watch movies the way I want. The only reason I don't have a pounding stereo in my car right now is that the big boys in the business don't make decks that have controls on the steering wheel. I love my sound.
Pounding bass, chirping tweeters, throaty mid ranges, all make for a perfect audio experience. I guess with age, I've learned that the squeaky highs being drowned out by shaky lows don't make for a good experience.
I'm going to sit through the Fifth Element just to make sure I'm right.
Yesterday, Wes managed to lock his keys in his truck at the A&W parking lot. Not a great bit of luck, but still a managable problem. Since I didn't live that far from said eating establishment, we walked over to my place and picked up a coat hanger. I was once a chevy owner, and Wes currently owns a GMC, we both knew how easy it is to break into his truck. When we got back to the parking lot there was a tonne of cars around, and I was wondering if someone would call the cops.
I pried the door away from the frame while my partner in crime started fishing for the lock inside the truck. After a few minutes my fingers couldn't handle it, and we decided on another plan of attack. We wondered over to the other side of the truck where the door latch could be pulled away from the body far enough to get the coat hanger inside.
By this point we had an audience, and in particular one older gentleman who was watching us from the mini-van parked next to us. After we fished around for a couple more minutes we had a muffled click and the door swung open.
It was at this point that the wispy old man finally spoke to us. He came out chatting about "I wondered if you boys would get that open", and murdled about Wes appearing to be "Full of fire". After a few more seemingly random phrases, he told us that he was a licenced lock smith.
How stupid is that? Your business acumen must be pretty sad when you sit and watch a potential client struggle with your particular craft.
I have managed to pull in a couple feature length pictures. I started off with Jackson's King Kong, flew through my old favorite The Incredibles, and finished up with Burton's Corpse Bride.
Kong, was a plesant surprise. I was expecting the worst, considering the usual serial crap that Hollywood has been putting out, but Pete pulled off a spectacular series of events that made for some good entertainment. Although, even I could not suspend my disbelief far enough to believe that you can break a sealed bottle of chloroform against anything organic. Don't agree? Then I would suggest your try breaking a beer bottle over your head without opening it.
The Incredibles is still one of my all time favorites. Pixar, has it all figured out, and that's final.
Burton's view flows along with the view that his other movies portray. I'm glad I didn't see this picture when the hype was at it's highest, as I don't believe I would have enjoyed it as much as I have. At another time, or in different company, the movie wouldn't have been the same. Some people just don't appreciate musicals.
