Friday, April 27, 2007

Diggers. Not the Brooksy Clamhoe story.

(A quick Google search confirms this is the first ever Brooksy Clamhoe reference on the internets. Shame on the other 2 or 3 of you!)

Friday, April 20, 2007

In the Land of Women

Also be advised that the 2007 Southern Movie Issue of the Oxford American can now be found at your finer newsstands. The website features a selection of articles from the issue, but not my own contribution on great hick flick performances. So go buy it!

Friday, April 13, 2007

Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film for Theaters

Monday, April 09, 2007

I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here in this space, but I recently put my old vehicle out to pasture after nine years of occasionally faithful service and acquired a new (to me) ride. It’s the Honda Accord sedan previously owned by the good people at From Here to Obscurity, and it really makes my previous car look like the pitiful go-kart it was. Anyway, this past weekend was my first opportunity to take it on a real road trip as I attended the opening two games of the Red Sox series against the Rangers in Arlington.

This is my third year attending games with the Texas branch of the Sons of Sam Horn, and I came into Opening Day with a spotless 3-0 record at the Ballpark in Arlington. This did not last. After the opening pageantry, with the bald eagle and the Air Force fighters flyover, a short and boring game comprised mostly of weak pop-ups ensued, with the result a 2-0 Rangers victory. Since the second game was not until the following evening, this left me with a lot of time to kill in the DFW area. After the 90-minute, one mile drive to my motel, I waited out the rush hour traffic, then headed east to Dallas to check out the Deep Ellum neighborhood. This is the sort of seedy/artsy part of town that apparently has fallen on hard times, judging from the “SAVE DEEP ELLUM” signs I saw. It is also a place where the parking meters are in effect at night but not during the day. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I also don’t think I’ve ever seen a Malcolm X Blvd., but they had one of those, too.

Anyway, I had a very tasty turkey burger and seasoned curly fries at Twisted Root Burger, then decided to check out a street fair that was going on. They had bands set up at each end of a street and a bunch of little arts ‘n crafts booths in between. The street also boasted more tattoo parlors in a five-block radius than I’ve ever seen (and I’ve lived in both Hollywood and Austin). And I should mention that it was freezing. Not New England buried under three feet of snow freezing, but certainly Texas freezing. I had a couple beers, looked at some peculiar art and that was about it.

Saturday morning I had breakfast at Cindi’s Delicatessen (as recommended by the Ludic Log) and then met up with fellow Austinite, Emersonian and Sox fan Roby on the Web at a most unusual tourist destination, the Sixth Floor Museum. Yes, that would be the sixth floor of the former Texas School Book Depository, overlooking Dealey Plaza and the grassy knoll. For $10 you get to see the sniper’s nest, although it’s sealed in plastic so you can’t get the exact view Oswald had, but you can look out the next window and that’s eerie enough. There’s all sorts of artifacts and films and even a section devoted to the conspiracy theories, and I suppose it’s good that the city of Dallas hasn’t shied away from a dark part of its past. But the gift shop? I dunno, that’s a little over the line, I think.

I drove over to Fort Worth to kill a little more time at a bookstore. By now actual snow flurries are in progress. At 4:30 I headed over to the ballpark parking lot to meet up with the rest of the group for a tailgate of beers and BBQ. This was football weather, but we made the best of it. The game was actually exciting for, oh, five innings or so, and then the Sox bullpen let it get out of hand. It figures that the only Boston win of the series came Sunday night, by which time I was watching from the safety of my couch in Austin. Ah well, I get another shot at the end of May.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Inland Empire

The Reaping

Monday, April 02, 2007

Hey hey hey, it's Opening Day! It's the rebirth of spring, all the records are even and the beginning of six months worth of getting inordinately worked up over something of no consequence whatsoever! What could be better? I don't usually think of myself as an optimist, but this is the day that proves me wrong. I am certain that Dice-K, Schilling and Beckett will each win 18 games, Papi will hit 60 homers and Coco Crisp won't entirely suck. And at the end of the year, another chance to freak out some people on a mysterious island:

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Here is a special April Fool's Day feature I writ on the top fools in entertainment. There was supposed to be one more entry, but I guess they didn't want to offend all the Mencia-heads out there or something. Here it is as a bonus track:

A Foolish Mind: Carlos Mencia

For every generation, there is a fool whose popularity cannot rationally be explained. With his hackneyed jokes and tired ethnic stereotypes disguised as fearless truth-telling, Mencia fits the bill. His Comedy Central sketch-and-standup show Mind of Mencia is a pale imitation of the sorely missed Chappelle’s Show, and the most entertaining moment of his career may be the onstage incident (preserved on YouTube) in which Joe Rogan accused Mencia of stealing material from other comedians. If nothing else, Mencia proves there’s a big difference between acting like a fool and behaving like one.