Concerned: The Half-Life and Death of Gordon Frohman
I haven’t even played Half Life 2 and this shit is funny. Actually, I bought Half Life 2 for my mom for Christmas and she beat it. Then she sent me pictures of a six foot tall snow penis that someone built in the park. Maybe I have told both of these stories before.
SON OF A
You know, it’s easy to ignore such a flaw in the winter, but now that the monsoon season has hit Minnesota, I am totally screwed. Sigh.
My heart was a little bit broken when we put the pieces of my camera back together and it no longer worked. :(
Oh hell, my heart has been broken for weeks — if not years.
Que Sera Sera: SWEET AS THE PUNCH
Remind me to never write anything again unless it is as steeped in awesome as the website above. I was writing a long mopey email to a friend and took a break to read some blog action and almost immediately stopped the email forever.
It was This post: http://queserasera.org/archives/000916.html
Maybe I will stick to the ol’ photography, since the digital photography class went so awesomely, except for the not-sleeping-until-6am business last night as I put together my final project.
I did take an excellent nap this afternoon while Lisa was massaging a random woman and Stan was taking Noah to Toys-R-Us, which is closing. It was the sort of nap where I didn’t notice myself falling asleep, but I woke up with a start. Since I had no immediate need to get up I enjoyed a little cool down period where I closed my eyes and half-napped. I might be a little sore tomorrow because I didn’t stretch before my nap, but that soreness can be a real badge of honor.
Also, Sideways was excellent. I highly approve. You don’t need me to tell you that, since everyone and their mothers already loves it and are drinking wine by the bucketfull as a result. In our home we drank our usual motley bucket of spirits, from Maibock to pear cider to screwdrivers. Pear cider! That used to be the goto salve for Lisa’s moods. Now it is just something we have in the fridge.
I’m gonna go lie awake in bed for a number of hours now. There is a price to pay for a good nap, and this is it.
I shouldn’t have to tell you what I thought of this movie. Totally awesome. I’d go so far as to call it a masterwork, but then I’m generous and not judgemental.
The plotting was intricate without being busy, the camerawork inventive without being overwrought with artiness, and the action was violent without being a vast sea of meaningless combat. Basically, this movie was the polar opposite of Star Wars Episode Three: well written, well acted, well done. I could go on about the anti-hero turning evil and being undone in the end, but that would be stretching the analogy far beyond its domain.
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