Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Friday, May 30, 2003 The On Second Thought, Let's Have the Easy Questions Back, Shall We Friday Five! 1. What do you most want to be remembered for? All the times I got really, really drunk and made out with somebody I shouldn't have, then threw up. 2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life? "Everybody focus up, okay? All eyes here." -- Susie (Amy Poehler) in Wet Hot American Summer 3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year? Making the best steak dinner ever in the whole wide world. 4. What about the past ten years? Giving up vegetarianism so I can enjoy great steak dinners on occasion. 5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say? Shut up, you fucking crybaby. posted by Ginger | 11:29 PM Thursday, May 29, 2003 It's an All-Danny Day! [belatedly christened Celebrity Freak of the Moment: Danny Elfman! (the birthday edition)] In case you forgot (or perhaps never knew--and oh, what you've missed!) just how shockingly gifted Mr. Elfman is, check out this helpful compendium of Oingo Boingo lyrics, which seem to me at first read to be pretty accurate, though not complete ("Good for Your Soul" appears to be missing). You're really missing out if you haven't heard the music. When I really think about it, if I had to choose a band that I've loved the most passionately in my life, I'd have to say it's Oingo Boingo. Yes, more than Talking Heads, more than The Beatles, more than Dead Kennedys, even more than Hanson. All of those are important to me in one way or another, and certainly valuable to the landscape of pop music in general (OK, well that remains to be seen about that last one...), but on a totally personal level, Oingo Boingo is, was and always will be, the best. posted by Ginger | 1:05 PM Happy 50th Birthay Danny Elfman!!!! Insects make me scream and shout They don't know what life's about They don't have blood, they've far too many legs They don't have brains in their heads! They know they'll rule the world someday They bite and sting me anyway They bite and sting and suck They bite and sting and suck suck suck -- "Insects" In Junior High, while all the other gals were mooning over Duran Duran and Squeeze, I was in love with your redheadded genius. The kids can have their pretty boy teen idols, I'd choo-choo-choose you any day! *sigh!* posted by Ginger | 11:54 AM Wednesday, May 28, 2003 Just Another Day at the Office... An office-mate just showed me a picture of a guy with a 9.5" penis (flaccid - 13" erect), which someone sent her in a work-related e-mail. I guess some might find that exciting, but frankly it just made me a bit queasy. eesh. posted by Ginger | 2:04 PM Tuesday, May 27, 2003 Joysticks I've been pondering this all weekend, but never got around to posting. I realize now that the reason why The Matrix Reloaded irritated me so much is that it was not made for me. Not in the way that I am not a 14-year-old boy and as such no movies not starring Julia Roberts, Renee Zellweger or J.Lo are made for me. No, I mean that Reloaded was made for a much more specific and targeted audience, to the exclusion of everyone else, no matter how much they liked the original Matrix or like a lot of 14-year-old-boy movies (I saw X2 twice!). If you are not of this group, Reloaded is not for you. To wit: Reloaded was made for gamers. Now, I have been known to enjoy the occasional Galaga or Trogdor, and I was a big Tempest fan back in the day. But by the time videogames got all 3-D and more involved than a joystick and a "fire" button, I had moved on. And role-playing games? Never got into it. I was intruiged by the idea - I knew a lot of people who played D&D (and still do, actually) and, later, Magic: the Gathering. All of these things looked interesting, and the sense of misfit-cool community they engendered was alluring. But ultimately, I lacked the patience and inspiration to spend time pretending that I was lurking the Sewers of Agincourt carrying the Staff of Good Hygiene. I did other stuff. Read magazines. Listened to Hanson. It took me a while to realize it, but The Matrix, and especially Reloaded, have every element that gamers crave: dank tunnels, creepy bad guys, constant gunfire, fast cars, the rare female encased in skin-tight vinyl, and a bogus-profound philosophy that drops vague "clues" on how to get out of the maze (it's all about choices, get it?) - and it all hinges on whether or not you eat the right Power Pill. Taken on these terms, Reloaded is pretty neato as far as games go. But the rest of us are just Chasing Blinky. (Thanks to John for the inspiration and Mike for the link.) posted by Ginger | 1:59 PM |
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