My My My My Mitchell....

While discussing filmmaking projects today, I jokingly proposed that a good name for a cheesy made-for-TV mystery movie[1] would be “Addicted .. TO MURDER!” I’ve just been told that this absurd title has actually been used for a movie already. A real one. That really exists. And not just…

Better run for COVER!

So now I have a ticket to the non-seated horn-throwin’ area of the Vector Arena, all the better to experience the FULL METALNESS of JUDAS PRIEST! Breakin’ the law! Breakin’ the law! I wonder who else will be attending?…

'sup fool? Identify this shit, yo.

Annette has never played any of the Diablo games[1] so every time we’re on the Northern motorway and we pass the Tristram off-ramp, my frequent “Stay a while! And listen!” comments are met with a blank look. Or a pitying look, the kind you would give a kitten…

Jim Beams are gonna blind me!

So Annette and I are watching a documentary on the topic of Abba, the famously jumpsuit-clad Swedish supergroup. They’re getting various celebrities to rank Abba’s top 20 songs. Super Trouper is listed at number 16, and I’m thinking “Huh, only 16? Thought that one would be in…

The Gyre is damn well Widening.

Last night, on the way home, I was stopped for speeding on the motorway. “But officer!” I said, “I am SURE I was only going 95 or so!”. Turns out that the section of motorway I was on has, unbeknownst to me but definitely fucking beknownst to the rozzers, a…

..what a man's gotta do.

Anyone who hasn’t seen Joss Whedon’s Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog should pretty much run, don’t walk, over there now and check it out. It has musical numbers and ray guns that freeze time. You can’t ask for more than that.…