The chances of me wearing anything other than sweatpants when I am sitting around my apt just went from aboout 15-20% to 0%. I want a full body suit made of whatever heavenly material these suckers are made of.Rating: a very comfortable 89%
Short reviews of pretty much whatever. Finally, you can discover if Frosted Flakes Gold has more social worth than Illmatic or Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.
Much love to the benevolent employee who put NewsRadio on Hulu. This 90s sitcom about a NYC news radio station is just fantastic. It's funny and that Phil Hartman is a delight. It is a real shame about what happened to him. Watching hours and hours of this show really made having food poisoning today a lot less sucky.
Arabs are pretty awesome, what can I say buddy? In general, we're a kind and generous people my main man. Sometimes a few Arabs go crazy and make everybody suspicious and angry, but that basically happens for every other people everywhere too (except white people). I hope that by writing a positive review of Arabs this blog doesn't get banned in Switzerland, but I didn't want any of their Nazi gold anyway.
If you have a large and diverse music collection, you may have noticed that using the iTunes party shuffle can be less than fulfilling. It's just not fun to hear say, Lil Wayne followed by Sufjan Stevens followed by one of the random reggae songs your ex boyfriend who is Jamaican left on your computer. If this sounds like you (and feel free to sub in one of your own ex's crappy music selections), you might want to stop ignoring that swirly little button down there in the corner of your iTunes window and finally check out the iTunes Genius feature. After scanning your entire music collection (this can take a while if you have a lot of music...I just set mine in motion and left it while I went out to run errands), the Genius will build playlists for you based a song of your choice. For example, my first playlist was based on the song All That I Need by Blind Melon. I clicked the song and then hit the Genius button. Then iTunes made a playlist that included stuff like Pearl Jam, the Smashing Pumpkins, Wilco, My Morning Jacket, Neutral Milk Hotel, The White Stripes, etc., etc. Then I tried one based on Beast of Burden and it generated a nice old skool Americana type playlist that had Neil Young, Bowie, Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Tom Petty, etc. The interwebs tells me that there are some problem with it (for example, it doesn't work with Beatles songs or other bands that aren't in the iTunes store), but I'm still pretty damn pleased with it, and think you might be too.
Yesterday I lost my beloved Blackberry Pearl, so today I went out and bought a BlackBerry Curve 8900 to replace it. There really is no easy way to say this, but the Curve 8900 makes the Pearl look like a piece of refried digital crap (sorry Pearl!). This thing is amazing. The Curve has all of the features of older BlackBerry models, but they are vastly improved. The internet is fast and looks like real internet, the camera takes surprisingly high quality photos, and it also plays very good quality videos (although I'm not exactly pleased with T-Mobile's choice to demonstrate this by selling the phone with a John Mayer video already on it). In short, it's amazing and I'm in love. And this time it is password protected.
To prep myself for the upcoming movie version I decided to reread this book to see if it was as good as I remember, and of course it was. The art is amazing, misogynist Alan Moore's writing is at it's most psychologically complex, and the social relevance to 1980s American jingoism and the reworking of the superhero genre as a whole is as intricate and emotionally powerful as any regular novel could hope to be (disclaimer: I don't read regular novels). One downfall is I'm reassured that it is unfilmable, and looking at Alan Moore's graphic novel-to-movie history, in addition to "visionary" Zack Snyder's resume, I'm doubtful this movie will be anything but a three hour mess. Oh well, the movie's existence doesn't negate the graphic novel's existence, and at least it will bring a whole new audience to what is the third best graphic novel of all time.
For some reason when I bought this I thought it was the Paul Newman brand, and I felt good about that because they give all of their profits to charity or something. But it turns out this popcorn is actually from Orville Redenbacher, a ConAgra brand. You might know ConAgra from their raping the earth, discriminating against cripples and black people, doing some pretty awful things to turkeys, totally fucking ruining peanut butter, and just being generally shitty. The problem is that this popcorn tastes fucking amazing. It is not garlic-y as the flavor description would lead you to believe, but is instead the perfect amount (that is to say, heavy but not too crazy) buttery and salty. And it comes in these tiny little bags that are great because they don't lead to me eating a huge bag of popcorn all by myself, but are also not enough if I want to do some serious popcorn eating (which is why I ate two bags while watching The Office and 30 Rock on Thursday). In conclusion, this tastes like popcorn perfection and it is a real shame that my liberal guilt will never allow me to buy it again.
It's about time that I added something to the V3 component of R3, so I've decided to review a few shows from fashion week. (Maybe someone with strong feelings about the Betsy Johnson show will follow suit, nudge, nudge.) On first look, I found the Abaeté show to be well crafted but a little boring, but looking at it again I just had the realization that it is about 76% the embodiment of my own personal style. Occasionally funky, but very clean and put together (sometimes to a fault), and with lots of short skirts. (I dress this way because I am an artist masquerading as a lawyer. And because I like short skirts.) My favorite piece is the dress over there on the left, which is completely my style because the lines are a little crazy, but it is devoid of color (I wear a LOT of grey.)
Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns is the definitive Batman story, the best superhero book ever written, and the 2nd best graphic novel/comic of all time. Published in 1986, the pit of the Reagan era, DKR imagines a contemporary Batman in his fifties who has been retired for ten years. Gotham is overrun by mutants who dress like bizarre funhouse versions of 80s punk rockers, news reporters who get giddy at any hint of violence or devastation, and a president (Reagan) who pushes the country to the brink of war by using his charm and the American flag as a ruse. Batman comes back from retirement to ostensibly try to change the hopelessness society is feeling, but more likely because Bruce Wayne is psychotic. Anyway, Frank Miller himself has proven himself to be legitimately insane and a hack in the two decades since DKR was published, but this is still one of the most amazing reads you'll ever have in comic book form. I never cease to be surprised by it, and you owe it to yourself and your economy to go buy a copy of it brothers and sisters.
With all the extra time and money that might save, you can probably take a photography course to learn how to frame a shot.
My first thought the other day when I heard Portishead had a new album was "why didn't anybody tell me there was a new Portishead album," my second thought was "well, that didn't take very long to download, technology is great," and my third thought was "Holy fuck, this was worth an eleven year wait." This is an amazing album in every way - if it was more trip hop beats with a piano and orchestra, well, who would care? But this is a much more minimalistic album that builds its tension and emotional direness using collage and sharp, sudden changes in tone. It's fucking fantastic, and (although I can't tell yet because I've only had it for a day and a half) probably better than any other Portishead album. I know I'm always saying this like all the time, but you will be doing yourself a huge favor if you pick it up, and if you don't then at least check out these tracks first.
You might think that because some of the members of Sonic Youth are old enough to be your parents (or in the case of Kim Gordon, older than both MY parents), that all their good rockin days have passed, but if you thought that you would be wrong. They are actually still quite capable of rockin it out and putting on an awesome live show, which they did Friday at Battery Park. And it was free, so that's nice too.