I only really got into Daft Punk in the past six months, so I didn’t experience their first two albums, Homework and Discovery, when they first came out. (I didn’t listen to Human After All either, but that’s less of a loss.) Oh sure, I knew the big singles like “Around the World” and “One More Time,” but I assumed that a whole album of dance music was something I would never be able to get into. Still, it was hard to not get caught up in the massive hype that preceded Random Access Memories. The enormous build-up inspired me to delve into their back catalog, and I was a little surprised at how much I loved them. Dance music was never my love, but I saw at the core of the French duo a love of melody and passion that accompanied the dance rhythms. These days my favorite “fire me up for a workout” album is 2001’s classic, Discovery. Continue reading
I haven’t seen my kids for almost two weeks.
Granted, a big chunk of that time was taken up by my trip to Indianapolis (got back fine last night, thanks for asking). Since it was a big conference attended by a lot of old friends and acquaintances, I was frequently asked about my family, and where my kids were. I was given the good advice to carry a current photo around to show people. And of course everyone gushed about how cute they are, because they are seriously super-cute. Continue reading
In capable hands, Superman represents the best of what humanity can be. He’s meant to be an example for us, someone to guide us and give us something to strive towards. Man of Steel makes this explicit more than once, and then proceeds to make this beacon, this shining messianic figure, spend all his time smashing things and hitting people. It’s a violent, destructive movie, told with a minimum of wit and fun. I know that a lot of people will love it. If this represents the Superman movie you really wanted, then bully for you. But I will do all I can to just steer people towards the first two Christopher Reeves Superman movies, since they still represent Superman’s best foray onto the big screen. Continue reading
So hey, you may have noticed that I’ve not been quite as active as lately on this blog. Part of that is owing to where I am now: Indianapolis! What I mean is that I’m going to be in Indianapolis for work for a while ten days. I just arrived today, and won’t be back on a steady writing schedule for at least that long, maybe a little longer. Continue reading
That’s not a good sign.
There WILL be spoilers about this new season of Arrested Development below, though I’ll try to keep them to a minimum. Just be warned and don’t complain to me.
If you only watched the first couple episodes of Arrested Development’s fourth season, you are in no way qualified to comment on their quality. It’s probably the most demanding piece of television I’ve watched since The Wire, and that was at least chronological. It might be the most detailed farce I’ve ever seen, with jokes that don’t look like jokes at first, layered callbacks to previous concepts, and scenes that feature jokes on a conceptual, visual, and verbal level all going at the same time. It’s the television equivalent of the proverbial brick joke, where a joke is only ever explained by the punch line of a completely different joke later on. Except it’s about 30 brick jokes going on at any one time, and they’re all stretched out over 7-8 hours.
Cthulu Wars in action.
How much are you willing to pay for a boardgame? Logic dictates that prices will keep on climbing, which is to be expected. It’s just the world we live in, and publishers have to make money somehow. But since the advent of Kickstarter, I’m frankly a little shocked at how high some people are willing to go to get a game. The game that has put this in my mind is Cthulu Wars, which launched its own Kickstarter campaign just last week. Continue reading
What were you doing five years ago?
I was in Washington DC, sweating in the June heat while we visited monuments and museums. Two days earlier we stood at the front of our church and got married. I remember what my cousin told me the night before: “There is no ball and chain.” How right he was. Continue reading