See, I thought you needed both a digital terminal and a PVR, but it turns out they’re all in one package. And so I have an extra one sitting on my floor at home which I need to return.
But, the PVR itself is frickin’ fun. My wife has been playing with the recording features and playback and PIP, all the while muttering “Mama like!!” to no one in particular.
There are five — count ’em, five — movies coming out tomorrow that I went to see:
My wife also wants to see Stay, mostly because of the two male leads, but it’s not fared well in the early going on Rotten Tomatoes. Then again, neither has Shopgirl, and I didn’t expect Doom to knock critical socks off. ScaredSacred is a limited Canadian release and as such probably won’t get any ratings. North Country and The Squid and the Whale have gotten some good reviews though.
Geez, the Raptors won a game. Against the Nets no less. Charlie V leading the game in scoring and Alvin Willianms getting on the floor are both good signs.
Been under the weather for a few days. Speaking of weather, it’s been pretty grey and cloudy, so if there’s a time to be stuck inside, this is probably it.
Last week my brother linked to the Hillman top 100 Wonders of the world. It was more than a little depressing to think that I’ve only seen a couple.
My Rogers PVR arrived just now. When I get around to picking up the digital receiver I think I’ll have quite a bit of fun with it.
No more VCR!!
Once again, the internet proves its worth.
I feel embiggened already.
Stanzi brought me some chocolate fudge. It was like slightly solid mousse. Two pieces almost killed me, and I like me some chocolate.
Some fuckwit was playing loud — REALLY loud — music outside our building this morning at 5 AM. Classic rock, to be exact. I don’t know if it was a car stereo or what, but it was loud enough that even with all the windows closed I could sing along with “Lager And Ale” word for word.
I’ve wanted to see The Browning Version (imdb | rotten tomatoes) for about 10 years. I remember seeing the trailer (for the 1994 version, not the 1951 version) before some video that I watched around the time that I started at university. I don’t know what it was about the trailer that stuck with me, but it’s been tucked away in the back of my mind (and, more recently, the bottom of my Zip list) for ages. Finally, quite randomly, Zip sent it to me.
I liked it. I liked it a lot more than my brain is willing to let me write about at this moment, unfortunately. I’m just having one of those days where nothing sensible will come out. Sorry. But rent the movie.
Sigh. This looks bad. This looks very, very bad.
Didn’t I go and read all 12 chapters of my IT textbook when I only needed to read 5? Oy. At least the last four were just skimmed…
Interesting idea from Hugh at Gaping Void and his friend David McKenzie (who made Young Adam): they’ve put the script for McKenzie’s newest movie online for people to review and comment on.
Is there anything more fun than turning old traditions on their ear?
btw, if you’re not feeling well and you have to go home, it’s best to do it on a day when you can plop your laptop in front of a marathon showing of the first season of 24.
Say it with me: the the years between 1980 and 1987 sucked musically. Really, really sucked. I cut it off at 1987 because 1988 saw albums like Nothing’s Shocking and Ultramega OK, and in 1989 things really started to turn around. But I digress.
Out of the hundreds of CDs in my apartment, 7 were recorded between 80 and 87. One of those is Madonna‘s Like A Virgin which, I don’t think it needs to be said, belongs to my wife. Another is Exit…Stage Left, a concert album by Rush, which mostly covers music from the 70s (which weren’t nearly as bad, despite the emergence of disco). This leaves just five discs:
#1 was leftover 70s prog, but it was essential if you were a drummer, especially if you were a Canadian drummer; I was both. #2 was completely different than the typical Springsteen fare, and could have just as easily have been recorded in the 40s. #3…I don’t think I need to this one, but it should be said that it belongs to my wife, which I figure balances out the Madonna. #4 was pure Texas Blues, and as far from the hair bands and synthesizers as one could be at the time. In some ways #5 was the most 80s disc of the five, since it was part of the 80s punk backlash against disco (and thus, shit music in general, including the NKOTB and Tiffany).
It’s time to admit it. There should be no nostalgia for the 80s. It should be a shameful chapter in North American history, like Nixon or McCarthyism, like witch burning or Cop Rock. Time to turn the page.
