March 17th, 2010

talk talk

Wrapped in plastic.



So, I'm sort of convinced that iamamiwhoami is Jonna Lee. Fairly convinced; I mean, I think she's certainly the front person pictures, whether anyone else is involved or not. Either way, she's successfully caught my attention. This returns to my point about advertising: I want to be advertised to! I just don't want to be advertised to about stuff I don't want, like crappy beer or cars. I had a good run in with advertising the other day on Facebook-- one of the sidebar ads was for a book, Our Hero: Superman on Earth. From Yale University press? I'd down for some academic discussion about the Man of Tomorrow! So I, yeah, immediately special ordered it from Kit Marlowe & Co. Damn right I did. I want information about books I might like, guys. I want to be advertised to, I just want that advertising tailored. Heck, most of my relationship with Dungeons & Dragons consists of advertising, right? So yes; thank you Jonna Lee. You made your video viral not through gadgets, but through quality. Your creepy "Lady Gaga meets David Lynch" style was effective & made me a happy little Mordicai. I hope the post-Gaga pop scene continues to get Fever Ray'd, to get Alice Coopered, to get David Bowied. Get glam kids!

Last night Jenny & I watched Shortbus & I ended up disappointed. To be fair to John Cameron Mitchell, after Hedwig & the Angry Inch, I had some pretty high expectations. Now, I had similar expectations of Stephen Trask, & he fulfilled them in the score for the awesome film Station Agent, so I don't feel to bad getting my heightened state of anticipation. The opening five minutes is a slap in the face, though! Easily the best part of the film, as Mitchell shows he's serious about unflinching sex. I mean, there is some stuff that goes down, & it is like "oh, oh damn, he's not kidding around." All without being pornographic-- just very cinema verite. I don't condemn the film, & it had some cute moments-- & hey! I told Jenny that Sook-Yin Lee was one of the Army wives in Hedwig's band!. Just...in the end, I felt that the movie ended up sort of confirming cliches, rather than busting them, & that the last 30 minutes were really chronologically confusing. Is it...all the same day? A 48 hour period? Sofia is wearing the same clothes, after all. Basically, everyone related to her storyline goes their own way & starts fooling around with each other...without ever discussing it? Anyhow; I felt that a lot of the drama was canned-- oh, really, a suicide story? Boring. Oh, he's the heroic creepy stalker? What. & you know, I would have liked to have seen a token monogamous relationship-- I don't mind the moral of the story being pro-experimentation, but rather than inclusive, I felt like the only option afforded any of the character was Sex Clubbin'. Anyhow, also I don't think adding to the mystification of female orgasm is helpful-- like, it isn't magical & it isn't the end of the world. I mean, in my opinion as a guy, but then, so is John Cameron Mitchell, so whatever. Anyhow; yeah, I felt it had promise but then nosedived into trite counter culture. Bummer! On the plus side, Jenny & I ate a ton of Indian food.

On Moon's day I left work a little early with the blessing of the taskmaster. He had recommended a restaurant to Jenny & me, & there we went. Westville East it was called; I walked down there from the Flat-iron. It was pretty good; we got a ton of farm fresh sides & that was the right call, definitely. Speaking of farms, did I mention that we enrolled in the CSA this summer? Yuppie Communism! I was always a fan of other people's CSAs, but now I have my very own. Good for me; this is probably how everyone should get produce, right? Anyhow, the reason Jenny & I met up in Alphabet City for Teen Author Festival, where our friend Marie was doing a reading & talking about the writing process. It was actually a nice event, & the author of Destroy All Cars, Blake Nelson, charmed me with his talk of manifesto writers. Anyhow, afterward Jenny & I went home & watched Solitary 4.0, & I think I'm all caught up now. VAL's jokes where she pretended she thought "peanuts" was the word "penis" were so unexpected that it totally cracked me up.
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Can't rain all the time! (18)

Antagonists by White Wolf.

"Man of Tomorrow!"
cried the hunter, from his perch.
"Suck green, invader!"

Aw, man, sort of a bummer. Not a book that made me angry, or anything, but I wish that it was the book I imagined in my head, & not the book I actually have in my hands. The first chapter was really good; the bit about zombies, & about (pre-Promethean: The Created) Frankenstein monsters & The Crow guys & such. That chapter has fluff & crunch, & as much as it pains me to sound like I'm a rules-lawyer, the crunch is what I really came here for. The next two chapters are about (pre-Hunter: The Vigil) hunters & cults. Which, whatever, are just not that helpful to me. They aren't worthless-- but they lack crunch, besides the rules on brainwashing-- which anyone could think up, since it is just an opposed roll. The last bit, on monsters, is alright, but more for inspiration than anything else. Here is what I wanted: rules on weaknesses & such. Like they have for the zombies, although the crunch could have been a bit crunchier. I wanted rules & ideas on finding MacGuffin X, or researching weakness Y, or how to mimic Kryptonite exposure when you attach the alien overlords, or whether a hit headshots a zombie or whatever. Now sure, I can use the Poisons rules for Kryptonite & the Called Shot rules for headshots; sure, but I wanted more options. I wanted options I hadn't thought of; I wanted idea on how to do Achilles' Heels in the game, or whatever. Ah well. I'll keep flipping through the fluff though; there are plenty of fine ideas. Like I said, it isn't a bad book...just not the book I wanted.
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