“Lazybones” by Soul Coughing
Month: May 2011
Monday various
- You Can Now Whore Yourself Out by Tagging Products and Corporate Pages on Facebook. Because of course you can. [via]
- Lady Gaga to debut new songs on Farmville. Because of course she is. [via]
- Sarah Palin and other Republicans upset that rapper Common was invited to the White House. Because of course they are. (Although, seriously? Common?)
- FCC Commissioner Takes Job At Comcast Months After She Voted To Approve Its Deal With NBC Universal. Because of course she did. [via]
- Facebook reportedly paid to smear Google. Because of course they (allegedly) did. [via]
- And finally, because of course it is, Starbuck and Starbuck drinks [sic] Starbucks at Starbucks. [via]
So it’s Sunday
There’s not a lot to say about today. My friend Maurice still isn’t feeling well, so we didn’t meet for our weekly writing group, or to see Thor, like we’d planned to do last week. Maybe next. I spent the day not doing a whole lot beyond the Sunday crossword, some television (I loved Neil Gaiman’s episode of Doctor Who), and a walk after it rained. That’s about it.
Song of the day
“Bears” by Sam Isaac
Saturday
My parents spent the day at my father’s junior high school reunion. I’m not sure how many years it’s been since they’ve all seen one another, but this was apparently a pretty big deal, and they managed to track everyone down. There was even a writer from The New Yorker there, and it will be interesting to see if a write-up actually makes it in the magazine.
I spent the day mostly dog-sitting. I did sneak out this afternoon to go see Cave of Forgotten Dreams, which is probably the first 3-D documentary I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure the movie is quite as deep and philosophical as its director and narrator Werner Herzog seems to think, though it is at times spectacular, and the cave paintings themselves are beautiful. The 3-D really does make you feel like you’re there, and one of the few times when I’ve thought a movie would be worse without the technology.
Later this evening, after dinner, I watched Drag Me to Hell, quite a different movie altogether. The movie is basically just “Every Trick Sam Raimi’s Been Thinking of Since Army of Darkness,” and I kept expecting Bruce Campbell to pop up at any moment. There was definitely an unashamedly ridiculous, old-school, Evil Deady feel to the movie.
And that, plus some reading and some Doctor Who — not the newest episode, but the first few parts of Planet of Evil, more old-school stuff — that was my Saturday.