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october 2003 . 06:25 pm PT Because the human race is in danger (and politics have a lot to do with it!): Bill Werde helps us understand why (read the Tony Kushner quote). Because Kim Fenn is a famous scientist: You must read this article about her late-night study habits, her invented gibberish language, and her groundbreaking study published in the journal Nature! This woman knows more about your dreams than you do. You can tell just by looking at her.
Because I wanted the film to exceed my high expectations: I must warn you, "Kill Bill: Vol. 1" is not all that. Sure, I love Uma. I like great fight scenes. I don't mind gushing fountains of blood. But where's the quotable dialogue? Where's the suspense (like who thought Uma, er, Black Mambo wouldn't win)? Why are there no believable characters in sight? Fox Force Five was a bust in "Pulp Fiction" (or so said Quentin's script) so why should I care about the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad now? Anyone? (Here's a decent Q&A with Uma about the movie.) Because the AL baseball playoffs are getting down and dirty: Here are great words of ball-playing wisdom (yes, the "Field of Dreams" speech is emblazoned on the wall of Pac Bell Park):
Because I can't help but root for the underdog: Imagine how you would feel if you had to climb onto that field over and over and over again, never achieving the ultimate in baseball glory ... wouldn't you throw pitches at people's heads too?
Because no one can resist John's hair:
Just because:
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october 2003 . 06:30 pm PT Reno, Nevada, last weekend. Street Vibrations was on; it's a huge biker-centered street fair. Fat bikers, ugly bikers, leather-clad ponytailed bikers, barely clad biker babes. Apparently, motorcycle riders have a special place in their hearts and loins for skeletons. Now you know. The casinos were packed on Saturday night. I've been out in Reno before (I have family there! Don't hold it against me.), but I have never seen THIS MUCH action. Even the carny acts on the Circus Circus stage had a little more sparkle that night.
Ah, sweet sweet Reno. The place sucks every ounce of H2O out of your body in the first two minutes. You spend the rest of the weekend weary and headachy, your lips cracked, begging for just one more glass of water.
Second up on today's schedule is a little homage to Rhett Miller, long haired and sweaty. Yes, he played a few of his shitty Instigator songs (by the way, they were selling a t-shirt with a silhouette of a dandy Rhett with a cane (?!) behind the words "The Instigator." *gags*), but he also whipped out three or four brand new Old 97s tunes. Which truly rocked. Thank god.
Rhett was opening for Evan Dando on this weird MGD night (outrageous in-your-face advertisements -- there was a flickering TV SCREEN of BEER ADS over the performance area! -- and a $5 cover). Evan is so not as cute. But the man has suffered (plus, I like his new album).
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