29 December 2005

Last Peachy Post

I'm outie, kids.

This time tomorrow, I'll be on the road to The Cape and The Land of Oranges.

Hope everyone has a Happy and Safe New Year!!

Don't be a stranger....you know I won't.

23 December 2005

Marquee Matchup

Here’s a game for you to play at your workplace:
If they ever make a movie about your life at work, who would play you in the title role? Your co-workers?

Here’s my casting list (with a little help from my friends)

Cast (in alphabetical order)

Amanda – Linda Fiorentino
Andrew – Matt Damon
Ashley – Emily Proctor
B-Pizzle – Larry Joe Campbell
Chuck – Ed Asner
Cory - Donal Logue
C-Rob – Dave Chappelle
Dave – Brian Dennehy
Deb – Debra Messing
Dee – Alfre Woodward
Drew – Michael Genadry
Fadell - Regina Hall
Hayley – Maggie Gyllenhaal
Jade – Regina King
Jessica – Poppy Montgomery
Jonathon – Anthony Anderson
Kari – Lucy Liu
Kirsten – Laura Dern
Layla – Courteney Cox Arquette
Liz – Marcia Cross
Robert – Dustin Hoffman
Sean – Ethan Embry
Semone – Suzzanne Douglass
Wayne – Jerry Orbach

Note: These are only a few that we could come up with, but we encourage you the reader to add your ideas, matches and thoughts on other people-actor look-a-likes in the comments below.

Break a Leg!

17 December 2005

From The Hooch to The Loose

This is the last post from the home office in Georgia.

I have only one thing to say:

God, I hate moving.

Talk to you all on Wednesday.

12 December 2005

O, Holy Light (Bill)

Many of us in the newsroom have been getting a kick out of this real house light show.

Apparently, the homeowner, Carson Williams of Mason, Ohio, is an self described computer geek and has the music that you hear piped out on a FM transmitter, much like a drive in movie.

So, you can watch the light show in your car and hear the musical accompaniment.

Eat your heart out, Clark Wilhelm Griswold, Jr.!

courtesy Putfile

iPod for your iCod

OK...so I want an iPod, but....

I also don't want to wear pants.

Eureka! A great stocking stuffer for the pants challenged male in your life!

courtesy Fark

09 December 2005

The Case For Basil

Author's Note: The following is an email that was sent along to our good friend Richard at The Blog of Columbus regarding our other blogger pal Basil's big announcement in that space:

Hi Richard-

I just finished perusing your post entitled "A Dash of Basil".

I writing to confirm to you that Basil is a very big Catfish fan. In fact, I would venture to say that he's their #1 fan. The SportsLady and I had many wonderful conversations with Basil at the games the last two summers, and with the impending move to the Sunshine State, we'll miss the chance to rekindle our "horsehide chats" behind home plate.

At any rate, I'm taking this opportunity to congratulate Basil on being named a finalist for the Weblog Awards. It couldn't have happened to a better guy....that roots for the Fish.

Ciao...for now.

Again, mazel tov to our man Basil. Good Luck in the finals.

American Masterpiece

Have I ever told you how much I love documentaries? Really, I do.

Per the previous post, it should plant the seed to that very idea. But, I just finished watching another golden nuggest to re-affirm my affection for nonfiction celluloid.

The title of this gem, you ask? American Movie.
Just the name itself is something to behold.

Here's a review that I think sums it up nicely:

So sad, it's good
13 October 2003
Author: cortell from Austin, TX

I have mixed feelings towards this movie. I found the movie fascinating in the way people are fascinated by car wrecks, and I found it funny in the way one might uncontrollably burst out a laugh at the sight of an eldelry person slipping on an icy sidewalk. It's a sick and guilt ridden enjoyment. The lives of most of the people this movie brings you in contact with are so pathetic that you can't help being intrigued. But lives hardly worth living do not a good movie make. No; there was more to it than that. What sucked me in to this documentary was the perserverence and tenacity of the characters that carry on day after day in an existence that would drive most people to jump off the nearest bridge. People standing around in robes in a forst in the dead of winter for hours on end to help a friend that will no doubt produce a film only 400 locals would pay to see. A barely coherent old man who's too cheap to use the phone for local calls lends $3,000 to his nephew for a project he is certain is doomed. A mother who is as clueless as her heart is big sticks by her son through thick and thin. These things tug at the heart and, despite all the pity and head shaking they provoke, reveal a humanity that one can't help but be in awe of.

Oh, and the comedic moments are priceless. Uncle Bill steals the show in that department, but many others contribute. (The kitchen cabinet door scene nearly rolled me off the couch.) Yep; there are some priceless laugh spots in this film that almost make you wonder whether this isn't truly a mockumentary in the style Christofer Guest (Spinal Tap, Best In Show). But it's not; it's real life making you laugh, and that makes it funnier.

Yes; I enjoyed the movie quite a bit, but probably for the wrong reasons. But so did countless others. In the end, it doesn't matter. A good movie is a good movie.

Now, I know you're thinking, "Dude, you're just now seeing that movie? It came out 5 years ago"
Actually, it's nearly 6 years, but who's counting?

If you're like me and hadn't seen it yet, it's the story of a downtrodden filmmaker slaving away on his unfinished work, trying desperately and ambitiously to finish his dream with the help of his family and friends. All this beneath the snowy, gray flannel skies of Wisconsin.

Talk about someone perpetually behind the 8-ball.

While there are some life-affirming moments for our heroes in the movie, the film is a comedy of errors for the most part, played out over 2 years and the production and abandonment of as many movies.

I won't spoil the ending, but if you haven't seen it...check it out. I will admit it's an acquired taste, in that you'd really must live the filmmaking experience and shared the hero's dream to find the pathos behind the film.

But if you look hard enough and don't give up on it, you found something profound and beautiful against all odds.
Much like Mark's journey in the film.

It's all there. Your patience will be rewarded.

Hey, it worked for Mark.

08 December 2005

This Post is Not Yet Rated

Here's Your Captain Obvious News Clip of the Day:

MPAA gives film about itself an NC-17 rating

No bias was detected in the rating of this film.

The good news: The International Film Channel will be showing the doc uncut and commercial free in Fall 2006 to a TV with premium service near you. Pencil it into your calendar.

Touché, IFC. Well played.

courtesy Fark

02 December 2005

The 10 Commandments of the D

As a service to the lot of you that I'll be abandoning in the next few weeks, I know you're gonna be in some deep shit.

You'll be saying to yourself:
"What am I gonna do now that Core's gone?"
"Who's gonna handle the reins of fun and guide us to the land of hilarity?"
"Who's gonna fix my grilled cheese sandwiches now?"

Guess what? It's time. Time for you to take ownership of your life. I can't continue the burden of carrying your ass any longer and nurse you through the scary times. These shoulders are broad, but Atlas I am not.
Wake up....take the binky out of your mouth...and live.

Listen to my boy, Jack....and heed this great advice:

"Quit your day job. I know that scares a lot of you. Focus on your craft...one time...before it's over...and you've squandered it, cause you're a f!^$#en robot."
-Jack Black

Until then, I'll leave you with these scribes to live by....these nuggets of life-giving nectar that will allow you to sludge through your sorry lives...searching for those small moments that keep all of us going.

10 Commandments of the D
1. Never stop Rocking.
2. Legalize all drugs.
3. Quit your day job.
4. All Religion should be taxed.
5. Cut down on carbohydrates.
6. F#ck her gently.
7. Never believe what people tell you after a show.
8. Always take a spoon full of Metamucil after a heavy day of eating.
9. Get at least 9 hours of sleep a day.
10. Eatin' ain't cheatin'.

Feel better? Kick Ass.

01 December 2005

We'll Meet Again

Author's Note: The following was penned in the wee hours of Saturday, November the 26th in the Year of Our Lord two thousand five (Ano Domino).

It just occurred to me as I sit here on a cold Midwest morning. When I'm leaving a friend, loved one or acquaintance, I usually say something to the effect of "See ya later" or derivative thereof, but one phrase rarely escapes these pursed lips:


Maybe it's the optimism I always hold in seeing that person somewhere along the path of life.
Maybe it's all wishful thinking on my part, that somewhere on this mortal coil, our souls will find one another again.
Maybe we'll rekindle our last time in each other's company, hoping then as now that this chance encounter won't be the last.

We meet so many wonderful, fascinating people in our lives, it's hard to fully entertain the thought of never seeing their face again. Never hearing their voice. Never sharing a laugh. A fond memory.

Johnny Cash's final album was a beautiful album with a sense of finality and closure, and when I say that, I mean I'm not alone in thinking that he knew it was his swan song in life, love and craft.
The last song on the album was a cover of the classic Benny Goodman song, We'll Meet Again.
If you're not familiar, here are the lyrics:

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day
Keep smilin' through
Just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away

So will you please say hello
To the folks that I know
Tell them I won't be long
They'll be happy to know
That as you saw me go
I was singing this song

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Every time I hear that song now, I well up. It's like Johnny's saying goodbye to me all over again.
But, in the same breath, he's not.
He's telling me that I should hold on hope for the time when we will meet again. That's when I know that I will see him again, anytime I want. All I have to do is push play.

With that in mind, I won't dare speak the dreaded "G" word. Not my style.

Instead, I'll leave you with a heartfelt and hopeful "See ya later" or even "We'll meet again", and when we do, I hope we make the most of it.

Thursday Madness

1. I've always been afraid of fluffy bunnies er,...what other people think about me. (I agree with KO.)
2. People should not talk on cell phones while people can be annoyed by them....how's that for a broad answer?
3. The one thing I look forward to every day is that first cup of coffee in the morn...oh wait, I hate coffee!!
Let's go with the daily blog buzz and emails that don't deal with work.
4. My first meal of the day usually consists of Diet Pepsi. Sometimes Diet Mountain Dew....if I'm feeling especially peckish...we'll have a Cinnamon Disk....breakfast of champions!! It's how I maintain my girlish figure.
5. It seems like cleaning is a never-ending job. Agreed!!
6. The last time I painted a room in my house/apartment was never, at least what I can think of...yeah, pretty sure it's never.
7. The next time I paint, I'd like to paint my first house in earth tones...though we'll have to run it all by the boss first.