I have a strong desire to go out and buy a pumpkin and smash it on the ground. Not so much as an homage to Billy Corgan as an acknowledgement that pumpkins are available right now and good for smashing.
Those butt-licking PAC-10 officials just robbed us twice of an obvious, freaking obvious win.
Kiss my rosy red, sore-from-leg-presses butt.
Screw them all.
I had the perfect sneeze going. About a pi-over-six radian (okay, 30 degrees, but don’t integrate using that) windup with beautiful acceleration into the release.
Then, I choked. Almost literally swallowed the sneeze into my ears, which are now popping like crazy. Once I stopped the nosebleed and popped my eyeballs back in place, I am left to wonder how I, an accomplished and capable sneezer, could ever be reduced to the otorhinolaryngological equivalent of football’s muffed snap.
I’ve done better, and I will do better.
No, it’s not $150 to $200, but Wii Sports is included. This means: Golf, Tennis, Boxing, Bowling, and Baseball. Plus, you can download $5 NES games, $10 SNES games, and $15 N64 games and play them on the system. With games retailing at $60, you can re-correct the price to $190, since my purchase of Wii Sports would be coincident with attaining the console.
It also has a TV-capable version of the Opera web browser.
Zelda sounds good. As long as they don’t do Majora’s Mask again, it’ll be top-notch. It’s worth a watch. This might be Christmas list material.
I think I’m going to pick up Lego Star Wars (One) this weekend, as it’s at the $20 level and reviews are glowing.
If there were to be a genre called “Progressive Contemporary Christian,” the David Crowder Band would have it cornered. It’s weird in a good way. Since I’m slugging my way toward bed, the whole answer must be divined tomorrow.
Chris Tomlin is just all-around satisfying. He delivers, as predicted, 100% of the album. No deep surprises, but none requested.
Chevelle is becoming a serious all-time favorite band, as is Fallout Boy. Which is surprising, given my cane-waving reactionism toward All Things Remotely Emo Except 50% of Straylight Run. I guess Chevelle is a little too head-banging to lump in there with Fallout Boy, but the modernity of them still places them somewhere in the ballpark.
Crowder’s lead vocals are abrasively weird to me, but acceptably so. The same thing happens for me with The Talking Heads and Neil Young (drastic contrasts are duly noted). The Christian genre is sticky and difficult to navigate; you kind of write a pass when someone is doing something style-forward, even w.r.t. your pop music du jour. The synthesized aspect of Crowder all but writes the pass for you.
“Open Skies” is already winning. Its motion is unparalleled, even by what I feel is – in a relative sense to the genre – the compositional genius of Caedmon’s Call. It’s nice to hear an artist hit the bridge without dropping into the stock relative minor. Guitar players probably know where I’m coming from there.
“Intoxicating” shows a little distilled Dave Matthews influence, if I detect clearly, but with that I pause (literally) and go to bed.
Plaxico Burress is a magician. If I cared about fantasy football, I would want him on my team.
Eli wasn’t so good, Peyton wasn’t so good.
My Bears wailed on the Packers, which was beautiful.
New England put up a lackluster victory, which makes me happy. The Texans put up a lackluster loss, which makes me unhappy.
I had no problem rooting for the Jags against the Cowboys today, which really frees up my fan support options.
A little subject switch…
I don’t know if anybody of the Hip Hop / H4×0r generation has seen the new Match.com commercial, but Dr. Phil (given the context) asking “Aren’t you going to hit that?” is a little too much to take with a straight face.
In the future…
Ads will feature characters from the show you’re watching in a believable set, so as to confuse users of the 30 second fast forward button on a PVR.
Every time I listen to “God’s Son” it feels so clean and perfect. Perfect in a fairly violent/explicit sense, but within the rap genre it is perfect.
Coldplay is really the Wallflowers of this iteration, meaning that they manage to go quad-platinum (or so) with music that is generally disparaged outside of your VH-1, Inside Edition, and other feedback-loop-enhancing media outlets. Maybe REM and (dare I say the sacrosanct) U2 fall into this category in further traversals into the past.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
(Had to get an REM dig in there.)
I heard one band that sounds exactly like the Foo Fighters, and then there’s that one band that sounds exactly like Zeppelin and actually fesses up to it and rationalizes it!
If I want Zeppelin, they are readily accessible to me. I need no help, and the lack of Jimmy Page pretty much destroys 50%+ of the point, given that Robert Plant (or a suitable soundalike) was/is just a piece of the puzzle.
In other news, the Wii is going to be good, or if it’s bad it will be the kind of historically important bad that makes it still worth owning. Remarkably enough, I am considering adding myself to a pre-order list whenever that occurs, given the price point is about where I would like to see it. Plus, the full-featured model comes in comfortably under 50% the cost of the other next-gens, and it actually looks like fun.
I would love to mess with the tennis game, and that swordfighting and gun game looks cool, too. The golf game looks great. I think the system would be great for little kids (forever, kind of like an SNES with Mario Kart), and Nintendo’s vision of a living-room game for the entire family really seems feasible here.
I was a hater early on, but seeing how the Wii-mote works, it’s just flat compelling (even if it’s a little shaky).
The PS3 has been delayed to March 2007 in Europe, so Sony better start getting ready to get reamed. I would buy a 360 twice before I bought a PS3, and I don’t want a 360 (except as a Media Center Extender, but I can get that 50%+ cheaper on its own).
I didn’t know about this.