In the Year 2222
Why Don’t Greg and Russ Like Doctor Who?
Bowling is Up Storey’s Alley
Kevin Smith and the Last 20 Years
Naming Conventions and the Destiny of Unusal Names
Russ Defends the Unabomber and/or Malthus
The Case for the Maintenance Society
Very Early Sports Video Games
Fear and Boredom: the Great Motivators
The New York Times Hates Tetris
Dreaming of Chess
Drugs and Creativity
A Grand Debate on the State of the 2016 Election Featuring Bernie vs. Hillary
Bush and the Star Wars Prequels
Surprisingly Strong Independent Political Tickets
The Spoofy Origins of Bill Nye the Science Guy
Deal or No Deal, Sportsageddon, Russ Fought the 4DX and the 4DX Won, Ruining the World with New Technology!, Demographic Bingo, The Third Sign is Worth Millions, Youtuber Review, Watching Gamers Talk About Gamers Talk About Gamers Playing Games, Greg Antagonizes Storey About the NBA, and Steph Curry: Kinda Good at Basketball.
You Will Not Crucify Us on a Cross of MepCoin, Barnacles on the Bitcoin Boat, Greg Doesn’t Want to be Mr. Potter, How Much Coin Could A MepCoin Mep if a MepCoin Could Coin Mep, Greg will [REDACTED] when Russ [REDACTED] because Storey [REDACTED], The Only Winning Game is to Mep, and Long Movies are Long, Snoozefest are Snooze.
Having just returned from the Arclight Cinemadome, having watched Christopher Nolan’s three-hour love letter to Stanley Kubrick on a ghetto-IMAX 70mm screen, I am resisting the urge to tear it apart. After all:
Was surprised to learn that Keith Olberman is yet another Bill Hicks disciple. I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise, given the anti-authoritarian, silly streak in both of them. Yet, this was a pleasant and totally unexpected convergence. Happy to have attended the LA premiere of this.
I don’t know how I missed it in its original go-round, and am a little bit irritated at my digital arts media fare for not calling attention to it sooner, but Synecdoche, New York, may be the finest film I’ve ever seen. This piece is almost completely indescribable. It is an Escher-ian meta story that swallows its own tail. The glut of surrealism contained within can cause temporary psychosis, though – so fair warning. Anyway, have a monologue:
Ever think to yourself, boy, I really hated the execution of Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void, but loved the concept. Could you maybe find a Native American version based on an ancient Sanskrit epic without the gratuitous sex and violence? Yes, says the internets, I believe we have that.