Month: April 2005

Oh sure, it might not suck

I’ve been thinking about things nerdish lately, especially after looking at all these newbie star wars geeks camping out for Episode III. What the fuck are you doing, people? “MAYBE it won’t suck” is NOT a good enough reason to go see a movie, much less sit outdoors waiting to get tickets.

I try not to be too much of a squealing fanboy these days, because god knows you can actually like a movie or tv series a WHOLE LOT without actually wearing the uniform of the characters in the show .. a valuable lesson there, one I wish I had learned years earlier .. but I am inclined to squeal just a little today, under my breath like. Why? Because I just watched the trailer for “Serenity”, the movie continuation of Joss Whedon’s awesomely excellent Firefly TV series. And it surely does look like good stuff.

If it does well, some network will option the series for more episodes. SciFi, maybe. It’ll go some way towards redeeming them in my eyes for cancelling MST3K.

I hope they do pick up it. It’s a strong hope. It’s honest. It’s pure. It burns, like flame burns. Or Truth. Or Love. But it may well never pan out, and this is the last we see of the Firefly cast.

You geeks! If you must see Ep III, then pay for Serenity, and sneak into Lucas’ latest crapfest. Or hell, just give Lucas the fingers and go see Serenity. Because you KNOW that IT won’t suck.

Maxed OUT

I finally tipped over into Level 60 last night. Okay, around 0300 this morning.

Now I can get started playing my alts. 🙂

But I can back off the pace a bit, is the key thing. Just some casual playing now, that’s the ticket.

Yeah, She Got There First

Annette hit Level 60 last night in World of Warcraft. Go Annette! Now she’s one of the biggest, toughest, warriors … who happens to be a very short female gnome with her pink hair in pigtails …. in the entire game. Go Annette! I, of course, continue to Bring the Holy with my Dwarf Priest, I should be hitting 60 pretty shortly myself. Then I plan to play some other characters for a while.

I’m presuming that everyone who’s reading this watches the tv show “Lost” and thinks it’s utterly excellent, right? You all do, right? I’m really jonesing for more episodes. Hurley is like a God to me.

We Want The Fu..oh, you know what we want

Okay, now that I have slept, and had a lot of liquid to drink, here’s a update on last nights concert.

If in my entire life I ever manage to rock half as much as George Clinton still rocks at age 67, I will be a happy man. Truly, he and the Parliament Funkadelic did indeed, if I may use the vernacular, tear the roof off the sucker. P-Funk played for a while before George came in – as you can imagine, they’re all both (a) very very very talented musicians, and (b) the coolest people within a 1000 mile radius, no exceptions. The keyboard player looked like Cool and Funk were the only two things holding him together and keeping him alive.

George opened hilariously with a cover of a Lil’ Jon song (“To the window! To the walls! ‘Till the sweat drop down my balls! Ahhh-Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet!”) which I am only familiar with thanks to illicit downloadings of the Dave Chapelle show, but at least because of that I knew the words and could sing along.

From that point on it was pure, unending (literally – gaps between songs are for lesser men .. real funk soldiers just flow into the next one) funkiness.

On the way there, Chris was like “Perhaps they won’t play ‘Flashlight’?” … in fact they played a 30 minute version of flashlight, with segues into a couple of other songs in the middle of it, then back to Flashlight again.

I did think for a while that they weren’t going to play ‘Atomic Dog’, but they were just saving it for the Encore.

Chris’ GF Helen, amongst others, got to get up on the stage and dance with Sir Nose. I’m pretty sure Sir Nose works out. You could grate cheese on his six-pack. Yeah, I think he might work out.

All in all, it ROCKED.

Surprisingly few people there – the St James is not that big a venue and it wasn’t even full up. I mean, come on, it’s George fucking Clinton and the P-Funk. Auckland and Hamilton have a BIG hip-hop community, I would have expected them to ALL show up and see the guy name-checked (and sampled) by every major rapper, ever. But no, it would seem not. I hope they made enough to come back here again.

And on the way back home, we saw a guy that made me point him out to Chris and Helen, and say “See that guy? He is Auckland.” He was a slim, toned guy wearing orange converse shoes, white pants, a yellow satin shirt (top button undone), yellow-lensed aviator glasses, and he had one of those fauxhawk haircuts. He was also armed with the smallest cellphone EVER.

You may argue, but all he needed was a carry-cup of latte, and you could put him on a billboard down on State Highway 1 with a sign that reads “Welcome to Auckland, yeah?” and it’d be perfect.