242: Surviving

I'm... overwhelmed.

But I felt I should check in to let you know I am still alive, surviving.

It's been crazy, y'all! Britney crazy!

But more on that later... hopefully.

241: Not the Only One

Awhile back, I posted something about the upcoming movie, 300. And apparently, I wasn't the only one thinking about the movie potentially having a political message.

"Mr. Snyder, who said he intended neither analogy when he set out to adapt the graphic novel created by Frank Miller with Lynn Varley in 1998, suddenly knew he had the contemporary version of a water-cooler movie on his hands. And it has turned out to be one that could be construed as a thinly veiled polemic against the Bush administration, or be seen by others as slyly supporting it."

My money was on him supporting Bush.

"Shortly after his press-junket grilling Mr. Snyder -- an established commercials director, whose best-known previous credit was a remake of George Romero's "Dawn of the Dead" -- ran into some surprising reactions at the Berlinale film festival in Germany. Some attendees walked out of a screening there, while others insisted on seeing its presentation of the Spartans' defense of Western civilization in the face of a Persian horde as propaganda for America's position vis-à-vis Iraq and Iran. (By contrast it drew applause at a Los Angeles screening last month.)"

I'm weirded out that the Germans agree with me, that the movie may be construed as Bush's propaganda. And I'm definitely not surprised that the LA people think different than how normal people do.

But wait, did I just call the Germans normal?

Yikes.

240: Winter Wonderland

I was away. Now, I am back.

Where was I? I was at Whistler.

What was I doing? Skiing, of course.

I just got back. And boy, are my arms tired. Har-har-har, not funny.

That's me. Mr. No-Humor.

I had a fun time.

But, I'm a bit annoyed at myself.

Eh. Whatever. I'll let these feelings of negativity wash over me, through me, and away from me. Then, only memories of the fun time shall remain.

Who the fuck am I?

Sorry. I'll stop.

Ooo... Snow, powdery snow. Fantastic sceneries. Good dinners. Cute village. Etc. Etc. Etc.