October 27, 2005
Blog is down
This blog is temporarily out of service while I savor the Chicago White Sox 2005 World Series Championship...and ponder what impossible event will come next.
October 15, 2005
Monster at Crashfest 2005
My short film... Monster...will be showing at the Crashfest Halloween party and Film Festival. Here's the info they gave me:
CrashFest
presents...Halloween Crash Bash 2005
October 31st at Spin!!
With Short Independent Horror Films, Costume Contests, Prizes, Special Guest Hosts, Drink Specials and more evil fun than you can handle! This years costume theme...THE 80's!!
CrashFest is proud to be one of the sponsors and hosts to the after party of the 8th Annual Halsted Street Parade happening on October 31st, 2005, starting at 6pm.
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http://www.crashfest.com/
Have a good October
This year, I've decided to just have a normal October.
Last year, I tried had a Rocktober and it was really disappointing. I've already passed on having a Shocktober, a Blocktober, a Mocktober, a Cocktober, a Brocktober, a Flocktober, a Jocktober, a Socktober, a Woktober, a Schlocktober, a Crocktober, a Stocktober, a Hocktober, a Doc-Ocktober, a Smocktober, a Frocktober, and a Clocktober.
Imagine, just a regular old October. It feels good to get back to basics!
October 11, 2005
The New iPod Shuffle
He enjoyed listening to his iPod on the train. It gave him a soundtrack to unspool internal mini-movie epics of his mind. Each song was like a little scene of a larger, far-reaching story.
Heroes (Kruder's Long Loose Bossa)
Roni Size
The K&D Sessions
The endless bass...sounding like it's filling an entire concert hall. Heavy bossa nova drums syncopate sharply and shakers rattle like deadly supernatural cobras. Strange keyboards moan and heavily-processed guitars sigh and fade into the distance. Otherworldly female vocals echo and bounce around various channels. These cinematic sounds of sheer menace ring in the earbuds of his iPod. His ears are blunted.
Ambient tracks with a heavy dub influence like Kruder and Dorfmeister would make him feel like some sort of high-tech Government agent just getting off a transporter in the not-to-distant future. Perhaps he was assigned to rub out an malevolent shape-shifting alien killer walking amongst the populace. This murdering polymorph has eluded the most sophisticated tracking systems over the past few years and was last thought to be in the vicinity of New Los Angeles. And now, the agent must act before he (if the masculine pronoun is even applicable) kills again. That's what brought Detective Mherilan here to Sector 5.
The drum track kicks into a stronger beat as he enters the main terminal. People from all over the planet are gathered here. He is sharply-attired and reaches into his smart, dark trench coat for an experimental scanner that uses neutrinos to determine the genetic make up of anyone inside the building. The alien can look like us, but he cannot fake his own DNA.
After a few passes, the hit man finds his target at a nearby bookstore terminal. He is downloading the latest bootleg John Grisham/Stephen King mashup novel into his cell phone to read for his flight. This alien murderer looks innocuous enough-- short brown hair, metallic North Face jacket, vintage Nike Air Lebron's-- like any average traveler. The hit man moves in on him, drawing his Motorola Hand-held Pulse Weapon.
The inhuman senses of the alien detect the agents motives and starts to break for the exit near the American/United/NASA counter. The agent shouts a warning and start to run after the al--
"Can You Feel The Love Tonight"
The Lion King (Broadway Soundtrack)
His futuristic government agent is transported to stage production of "The Lion King." He is center stage with an actress portraying Nala is looking at him longingly and an entire chorus is singing Tim Rice's lyrics loudly:
Can you feel the love tonight?
The peace the evening brings?
The world, for once, in perfect harmony
With all its living things.
Meanwhile, the agent is looking around--wondering what happened to his alien quarry. Finally, he sees the deadly adversary. He is sitting in the 5th row--reading a Playbill with a large smile on his face.
The orchestra holds waiting for this new Simba to sing his lines. Actors shoot him nervous looks. A producer in the wings sweats. The audience collectively leans forward.
The Agent catches the eyesight of his adversary in the audience and thinks to himself "you've gotten away for now, but after this song: I'll be after you. I'll be after you..."
The agent looks to his scene partner, places his Pulse weapon in his trench coat, leans down to mime drinking water from a stream, and then opens his mouth to sing:
So many things to tell her
But how to make her see
The truth about my past? Impossible!
She'd turn away from me.
October 06, 2005
Layne Flack is a Famous Poker Player....trust me
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA--I was hanging out at the World Series Of Poker with my brother and we look over across the giant room at the Rio and see the final table of the $5000 NL HE short-handed event going (max 6 to a table.) We decide to go over an watch. On my way over, I'm looking at my bro on my left while walking and I accidently put my shoulder in to the chest of some guy walking the other way. I mutter, "sorry" and keep walking...not really looking at the guy.
"You just bumped into Layne Flack," my brother said.
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"You just bumped into Layne Flack," my brother said.
"Good," I replied...only half kidding. But, in my mind I was like..."wait wasn't he at the final table?" Well, he didn't seem pleased so I guess he just got eliminated:
Layne Flack arrived as the chip leader, and many suspected that he would pose the biggest threat to Doyle Brunson in his quest for the tenth bracelet. But things went bad for Flack and he played a short stack during much of the final table. Much of Flack's stack disappeared when Brunson won a big pot with trip 8s. Then, Flack (with K-10) went out when Brunson (with K-9) called Flack's last all-in bet and nine fell from the deck.
So, I smashed into him right after he was bounced on a tough beat. Injury to insult. Brunson was still at the table (with Scotty Nguyen) and went on to win the event and capture his 10th bracelet.
Oh and I saw Kato Kalin coming out of the spa.