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So Razlo and I made our Times Square trip to meet Hideo Kojima, creator of Metal Gear Solid (and the only person on my "people I'd like to meet" list that I actually could conceivably meet in real life), on the night of the launch of the fourth installment. The drive was roughly four hours long, but we made it. Spent awhile finding anywhere in Times Square that actually lets you park later then midnight - most of the parking garages close then. But we asked around and the clerk pointed us in the right direction. We walked towards the Virgin Megastore, where the signing was taking place, and enjoyed the surroundings.
Times Square is full of massive television screens adorning buildings, huge billboards, taxis every other car, food carts everywhere, and shitloads of people. It's pretty intimidating, but pretty cool at the same time. I expected it to be a monsterous advertising Mecca full of rampant consumerism at its best, and it was that, but even more so then I imagined.
Anyhow, we got in line at roughly 7:30 or so, and it was huge. It traveled across several city blocks. We were afraid we might be too far back in line, but we were hopeful for an autographed copy of MGS4 all the same.
The line only grew as the night went on. Several thousand people had to be in that line by the end of the night. I was amazed. And so were many passerbys, who couldn't possibly imagine that so many people were waiting in that line to meet a video game designer.
The wait in the line wasn't so bad, as it was full of nerds disecting the Metal Gear universe and speculating on what would happen in the sequel. People who asked what we were in line for got many conflicting lies about what the event was for, though one brutally honest person hilariously yelled "SOME NERD SHIT YOU'RE NOT INTO!" at a group of ladies that asked towards the end of the night. We witnessed a bald man walking around the street with a cat calmly perched on his head, a business man with what only could have been a very expensive "date" for the evening, entering one of the cheap motels for "conversation" most likely, and a bunch of shit-faced kids wandering around the streets post prom-party.
So as midnight hit, the line starting making movement, and we anxiously awaited our chance to get in. By 1:45 or so, our segment of the line was ushered inside. One by one we started toward the escalator to head down into the autograph area. The group of guys we talked to most of the night went down, Razlo and I moved toward the escalator, and security stopped the line, and started yelling at me for cutting in line, and threatened to go find out how I got through and kick me out. Thing is, I never cut in line, as I was in the same row I was in the entire fucking night. Why he thought I did I'll never know. Anyway, Razlo backed me up, of course, so the guard eventually let me through after he got his fun treating me like a fucking criminal.
As we go down the escalator, we get in the line to by the game, starring at the autograph session with giddy excitement. The line for the game weaves through the porn section, the anime section, the controversial film display, and the cult cinema section, so we had plenty of DVDs to look at to pass the time. It's then we notice, that there's only about 10 people left behind us. We're the last group they let into the autograph session. We were all fucking stoked. We're going to some of the last people to get something signed.
The register line moves ahead inch by inch, and it's almost our chance to grab the game. Razlo and I are roughly five people away, from the register, and from there you head immediately to the end of the autograph line. There's maybe 15 to 20 people in that line, so we'll be all set.
And then the Konami representives approach us. They have an announcement to make.
NO MORE AUTOGRAPHS TONIGHT. YOU CAN STILL BUY THE GAME, BUT WE ARE CLOSING THE AUTOGRAPH LINE AND THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT. SORRY GUYS!
How's that for a fuck you. Five people from the cut off point for autographs.
The remaining crowd desperately started chanting "METAL GEAR!", "KOJIMA!", and "HIDEO!" like we were at pro-wrestling event, in a desperate last bid attempt that they'd let us getting something signed. Unfortunately, pro-wrestling rules don't apply to the real world (who knew?) and we were still refused signage. Another Konami rep came over and said "We can give you these launch night dog-tags to make it up to you!" That's as good as an autograph from the creator.
Razlo and I refused to buy anything that night, and left for home dejected. Over four hours, getting lost in Conneticutt, one food-posioning inducing cheese danish and several bathroom stops later, we were home, and all we had to show for it were some little metal dog tags and tired, bitter dispositions. We crashed as soon as we could.
We went to Gamestop that afternoon, got our limited editions of Metal Gear Solid 4, and played it until we both beat it. It was an amazing game. But our launch night experience was like a really fun movie with an absolutely shit ending.
I'm currently entering Joystiq's Win a Signed Copy of MGS4 contest in one last desperate attempt to get what was snatched from me at the last minute.
Times Square is full of massive television screens adorning buildings, huge billboards, taxis every other car, food carts everywhere, and shitloads of people. It's pretty intimidating, but pretty cool at the same time. I expected it to be a monsterous advertising Mecca full of rampant consumerism at its best, and it was that, but even more so then I imagined.
Anyhow, we got in line at roughly 7:30 or so, and it was huge. It traveled across several city blocks. We were afraid we might be too far back in line, but we were hopeful for an autographed copy of MGS4 all the same.
The line only grew as the night went on. Several thousand people had to be in that line by the end of the night. I was amazed. And so were many passerbys, who couldn't possibly imagine that so many people were waiting in that line to meet a video game designer.
The wait in the line wasn't so bad, as it was full of nerds disecting the Metal Gear universe and speculating on what would happen in the sequel. People who asked what we were in line for got many conflicting lies about what the event was for, though one brutally honest person hilariously yelled "SOME NERD SHIT YOU'RE NOT INTO!" at a group of ladies that asked towards the end of the night. We witnessed a bald man walking around the street with a cat calmly perched on his head, a business man with what only could have been a very expensive "date" for the evening, entering one of the cheap motels for "conversation" most likely, and a bunch of shit-faced kids wandering around the streets post prom-party.
So as midnight hit, the line starting making movement, and we anxiously awaited our chance to get in. By 1:45 or so, our segment of the line was ushered inside. One by one we started toward the escalator to head down into the autograph area. The group of guys we talked to most of the night went down, Razlo and I moved toward the escalator, and security stopped the line, and started yelling at me for cutting in line, and threatened to go find out how I got through and kick me out. Thing is, I never cut in line, as I was in the same row I was in the entire fucking night. Why he thought I did I'll never know. Anyway, Razlo backed me up, of course, so the guard eventually let me through after he got his fun treating me like a fucking criminal.
As we go down the escalator, we get in the line to by the game, starring at the autograph session with giddy excitement. The line for the game weaves through the porn section, the anime section, the controversial film display, and the cult cinema section, so we had plenty of DVDs to look at to pass the time. It's then we notice, that there's only about 10 people left behind us. We're the last group they let into the autograph session. We were all fucking stoked. We're going to some of the last people to get something signed.
The register line moves ahead inch by inch, and it's almost our chance to grab the game. Razlo and I are roughly five people away, from the register, and from there you head immediately to the end of the autograph line. There's maybe 15 to 20 people in that line, so we'll be all set.
And then the Konami representives approach us. They have an announcement to make.
NO MORE AUTOGRAPHS TONIGHT. YOU CAN STILL BUY THE GAME, BUT WE ARE CLOSING THE AUTOGRAPH LINE AND THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO ABOUT IT. SORRY GUYS!
How's that for a fuck you. Five people from the cut off point for autographs.
The remaining crowd desperately started chanting "METAL GEAR!", "KOJIMA!", and "HIDEO!" like we were at pro-wrestling event, in a desperate last bid attempt that they'd let us getting something signed. Unfortunately, pro-wrestling rules don't apply to the real world (who knew?) and we were still refused signage. Another Konami rep came over and said "We can give you these launch night dog-tags to make it up to you!" That's as good as an autograph from the creator.
Razlo and I refused to buy anything that night, and left for home dejected. Over four hours, getting lost in Conneticutt, one food-posioning inducing cheese danish and several bathroom stops later, we were home, and all we had to show for it were some little metal dog tags and tired, bitter dispositions. We crashed as soon as we could.
We went to Gamestop that afternoon, got our limited editions of Metal Gear Solid 4, and played it until we both beat it. It was an amazing game. But our launch night experience was like a really fun movie with an absolutely shit ending.
I'm currently entering Joystiq's Win a Signed Copy of MGS4 contest in one last desperate attempt to get what was snatched from me at the last minute.
New post for sake of new post. Going to Times Square in New York City next week for the Metal Gear Solid 4 release with my good buddy Razlo. Still hating my job with an intense passion, and hating the other companies I've applied to these past few months for ignoring me entirely. Finished GTA4 yesterday, which makes it the second only GTA I've actually finished and the first I've finished without cheating. Still single.
Just felt like writing something tonight before I go to sleep, that's all.
Just felt like writing something tonight before I go to sleep, that's all.
Ah, Vacation. Nothing like a completely unnessecary but fully appreciated vacation from work to make you feel relaxed for a change. So far, it's been a pretty enjoyable week. Most of Saturday and Sunday were spent putting finishing touches on that weekend's I HEART Disappointment strip. The real fun however started on Monday when Razlo, Leria, and I took a trip to T.T. The Bears in Cambridge, MA to witness live the first day of Tim and Eric's Awesome Show Great Job Tour 2008. We've been big fans of their since we first bore witness to their first Adult Swim show Tom Goes the Mayor, and wanted to see them live last year, but thanks to the infamous Moonday Lite-Brite bombings of Boston last year their live show was cancelled.
It was entertaining waiting outside the club as we were standing right at the street corner, and people assumed we were the end of the line. It was fun hearing all the shocked reactions from people once they turned the corner and bore witness the extremely long line of nerds, punks, and assorted other hipsters continueing behind us. Somehow people were shocked that a comedy act with a cable TV show was drawing a lot more costumers then local bands.
Anyway, the act opened with DJ Dougg Pound, one of the audio technicians from their show doing a hilarious shitty DJ act filled with awful dance remixes, embarrassing sound samples, and probably the only funny use of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" that you'll ever hear.
Tim and Eric's Show started afterwards with a wonderful dance number that involved flesh tone jumpsuits and giant testicles. They performed many songs from their show, including several Casey and His Brother songs, Petite Feet (Feminine Step), and other joy. They showed new clips from Season 3 of Awesome Show, threw Papa John's Pizza and Hot Dogs at us, and eventually kissed each other.
I got myself a nice terrible t-shirt of theirs that I proudly wore the next day, and they were nice enough to stick around and sign promotional poster I had. Tim seemed winded and worn out after the show, but still polite, and Eric was all smiles. He's also fucking huge. We capped off the night with some Papa John's Pizza thanks to their wonderful promotion.
Tuesday I made the grueling 45-minute trek back to my old stompin' grounds of Haverhill, MA, with the air-conditioning on full blast for the first time this year, and The Distillers on my iPod keeping me driving too fast. I was mainly there to pick up a loan payment bill for my car from my parent's house that the credit union absolutely refuses to mail to me directly. But I decided to take a trip to a few nearby business for time killing.
Nearby Plaistow NH houses what is one of the last remaining independent used video game stores in the area, The Video Game Exchange. It's a fucking museum for all things game tape, especially pre-Playstation items. Old school stuff is available in spades. It permeates every corner of the building, more so then I though, which I'll get to in a minute.
Anyhow, when I was in there, a customer struck up a conversation with me about my awesomely awful Tim and Eric t-shirt. It was a joy to randomly run into another fan of their stuff.
I've been looking for a top-loading NES for a very long time, and the owner had at least five available at that moment for a little over 80 smackeroos, so I couldn't pass. We struck up a conversation about how much of a pain in the ass it is to care for old NES games, and I mentioned how my old friend Redfive05 helped me repair mine. I guess knowing Redfive made him really like me, so after he rang me up, he let me come back into the back room of the building and check out all the stuff he had back there. He had at least 10 copies of nearly every NES game imaginable (ever see 14 copies of GOTCHA! in the same place?), accessories out the yin-yang, and three bookcases worth of Atari games in the bathroom. He said all of this was probably 10% of his collection, so if you want anything, check out his website, call him, he probably has it.
I strolled into the Plaistow Wal-Mart, ran into some old coworkers of mine, shot the shit for awhile, flabergasted one of them with my new tattoos.
I hit Newbury Comics in Salem NH, and managed to find a copy of my only noteworthy celebrity crush Diablo Cody's pre-Juno book Candy Girl, which I had tried to find previously and failed miserably, as no book stores had it and Amazon.com of all places was actually SOLD OUT of. I always viewed the internet as being a magical place I could find anything. But there it was, above the compilation disc rack. Funny, I would have thought it would have been on one of the bookshelves. But whatever.
Anyway, I drove home for a delightful homemade taco dinner with my folks and cracked it open while I waited for ground beef delights. I was engrossed with it, and the only time I put it down that whole night was to eat and to drive home, as I'm not good with stuffing my face or driving at high speeds while reading. At 11:30 that night I finished it, which is quite a feet for me as I never read real books practically ever. My book shelves are filled unwatched DVD's and unfinished video games, and what few non-Daily Show related books I own are primary Japanese comic books, so yeah, you could say I'm a non-reader. But it was too fascinating to read all of her war stories from her year in various stages of adult entertainment. I know all you cool kids probably read it already two years ago, but if you haven't, and can find a copy, snag it. It's interesting, hilarious, sad, kinda creepy, really fun, and everything in between.
I actually did something I never usually do and sent her a message on her MySpace to tell her how much I enjoyed it, which I know for a fact will never be seen ever because, you know, she has movies to fucking write, and probably recieves 1000's of indistinguishable "I love you!" comments from weirdos every day, but whatever. I felt I had to.
Today, I unwound, sat down, and wrote up some information for the upcoming character profile pages of I HEART Disappointment, and read the news that the XBOX 360 is getting a NEW SPLATTERHOUSE GAME! It's being developed by the team that made the excellent and completely underappreciated Mark of Kri on the PS2. I'm excited.
So this was one huge fucking blog today, friends. But I actually had a ton of shit to write about for this week, and surprisingly, I didn't go into as much detail as I could have. I've got four more days left of my vacation, if anyone wants to shoot me a message or two, feel free, I'll be around all week unless something kick ass comes up.
Laters,
Gil
It was entertaining waiting outside the club as we were standing right at the street corner, and people assumed we were the end of the line. It was fun hearing all the shocked reactions from people once they turned the corner and bore witness the extremely long line of nerds, punks, and assorted other hipsters continueing behind us. Somehow people were shocked that a comedy act with a cable TV show was drawing a lot more costumers then local bands.
Anyway, the act opened with DJ Dougg Pound, one of the audio technicians from their show doing a hilarious shitty DJ act filled with awful dance remixes, embarrassing sound samples, and probably the only funny use of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" that you'll ever hear.
Tim and Eric's Show started afterwards with a wonderful dance number that involved flesh tone jumpsuits and giant testicles. They performed many songs from their show, including several Casey and His Brother songs, Petite Feet (Feminine Step), and other joy. They showed new clips from Season 3 of Awesome Show, threw Papa John's Pizza and Hot Dogs at us, and eventually kissed each other.
I got myself a nice terrible t-shirt of theirs that I proudly wore the next day, and they were nice enough to stick around and sign promotional poster I had. Tim seemed winded and worn out after the show, but still polite, and Eric was all smiles. He's also fucking huge. We capped off the night with some Papa John's Pizza thanks to their wonderful promotion.
Tuesday I made the grueling 45-minute trek back to my old stompin' grounds of Haverhill, MA, with the air-conditioning on full blast for the first time this year, and The Distillers on my iPod keeping me driving too fast. I was mainly there to pick up a loan payment bill for my car from my parent's house that the credit union absolutely refuses to mail to me directly. But I decided to take a trip to a few nearby business for time killing.
Nearby Plaistow NH houses what is one of the last remaining independent used video game stores in the area, The Video Game Exchange. It's a fucking museum for all things game tape, especially pre-Playstation items. Old school stuff is available in spades. It permeates every corner of the building, more so then I though, which I'll get to in a minute.
Anyhow, when I was in there, a customer struck up a conversation with me about my awesomely awful Tim and Eric t-shirt. It was a joy to randomly run into another fan of their stuff.
I've been looking for a top-loading NES for a very long time, and the owner had at least five available at that moment for a little over 80 smackeroos, so I couldn't pass. We struck up a conversation about how much of a pain in the ass it is to care for old NES games, and I mentioned how my old friend Redfive05 helped me repair mine. I guess knowing Redfive made him really like me, so after he rang me up, he let me come back into the back room of the building and check out all the stuff he had back there. He had at least 10 copies of nearly every NES game imaginable (ever see 14 copies of GOTCHA! in the same place?), accessories out the yin-yang, and three bookcases worth of Atari games in the bathroom. He said all of this was probably 10% of his collection, so if you want anything, check out his website, call him, he probably has it.
I strolled into the Plaistow Wal-Mart, ran into some old coworkers of mine, shot the shit for awhile, flabergasted one of them with my new tattoos.
I hit Newbury Comics in Salem NH, and managed to find a copy of my only noteworthy celebrity crush Diablo Cody's pre-Juno book Candy Girl, which I had tried to find previously and failed miserably, as no book stores had it and Amazon.com of all places was actually SOLD OUT of. I always viewed the internet as being a magical place I could find anything. But there it was, above the compilation disc rack. Funny, I would have thought it would have been on one of the bookshelves. But whatever.
Anyway, I drove home for a delightful homemade taco dinner with my folks and cracked it open while I waited for ground beef delights. I was engrossed with it, and the only time I put it down that whole night was to eat and to drive home, as I'm not good with stuffing my face or driving at high speeds while reading. At 11:30 that night I finished it, which is quite a feet for me as I never read real books practically ever. My book shelves are filled unwatched DVD's and unfinished video games, and what few non-Daily Show related books I own are primary Japanese comic books, so yeah, you could say I'm a non-reader. But it was too fascinating to read all of her war stories from her year in various stages of adult entertainment. I know all you cool kids probably read it already two years ago, but if you haven't, and can find a copy, snag it. It's interesting, hilarious, sad, kinda creepy, really fun, and everything in between.
I actually did something I never usually do and sent her a message on her MySpace to tell her how much I enjoyed it, which I know for a fact will never be seen ever because, you know, she has movies to fucking write, and probably recieves 1000's of indistinguishable "I love you!" comments from weirdos every day, but whatever. I felt I had to.
Today, I unwound, sat down, and wrote up some information for the upcoming character profile pages of I HEART Disappointment, and read the news that the XBOX 360 is getting a NEW SPLATTERHOUSE GAME! It's being developed by the team that made the excellent and completely underappreciated Mark of Kri on the PS2. I'm excited.
So this was one huge fucking blog today, friends. But I actually had a ton of shit to write about for this week, and surprisingly, I didn't go into as much detail as I could have. I've got four more days left of my vacation, if anyone wants to shoot me a message or two, feel free, I'll be around all week unless something kick ass comes up.
Laters,
Gil
VACATION WEEK!
I took a random vacation this week, mainly because my vacation hours were about to reset at work and I didn't want to lose my time. I'm starting off the week on Monday by seeing Tim and Eric's Awesome Tour at T.T. The Bears in Boston and then the rest of my week is pretty much free to do whatever. Probably gonna curl up with some movies that have been sitting in my too-watch stack for far too long.
Looking forward to it!
I took a random vacation this week, mainly because my vacation hours were about to reset at work and I didn't want to lose my time. I'm starting off the week on Monday by seeing Tim and Eric's Awesome Tour at T.T. The Bears in Boston and then the rest of my week is pretty much free to do whatever. Probably gonna curl up with some movies that have been sitting in my too-watch stack for far too long.
Looking forward to it!
My good friend Razlo and I finally started work on a little video project we've been talking about for awhile and it was interesting. When we were preparing to film, I told Razlo about how the guys from Mega64, whenever they get confronted by people not keen on their shenanigans, they'll tell them they're shooting a project for school and it works almost every time. I'm sure glad I brought that up, because when the manager of the supermarket saw our crime scene complete with bloody corpse, the "I'm shooting a project for school" got her off our back, even if she left completely pissed off.
I'll let you know where you can see our goofy little thing when it's finally finished.
I'll let you know where you can see our goofy little thing when it's finally finished.
Couple fun stories for you today.
My roommate Razlo was watching TV one night while I was in the shower and caught an ad for a local strip club called Mark's Showplace. He didn't really think much of it, as it's an old ad that's aired a bunch of times before. But this time, there was something a little different about it. Mainly the tagline of TOPLESS MIDGETS! FEBRAURY 7-9!
He interrupted my shower to ask me if I wanted to go. Of course I said yes. This was an opportunity that could not be passed up.
So Razlo, my good friend Maavus, and I made a Thursday night trip to the local strip club to see a midget get naked.
The little stripper in question was 3' 9" lady named Tiny Tina, and even though her show was supposed to go on at 10, the club held it back until midnight to let their regular girls get a shot to make some cash. The wait was a fun time though, even if I felt incredibly awkward at a strip club. I've never been to one before, and I just really wasn't sure what to do with myself, especially when Razlo put dollars down in front of me and ladies I never met before started sticking their asses in my face. I'm not complaining, as I rather enjoyed the view, but I couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out. The heavily tattooed lady and the seemingly gravity-manipulating pole dancer were our favorites, and we dig decorated ladies and women who can do bitchin' stunts (especially while topless). The worst was one lady who was so unnattractive and made so little money at our table that she actually put her clothes back on in the middle of our show. We felt especially awkward trying not to make eye contact with her so she wouldn't head our way.
So at midnight Tiny Tina finally hit the stage. It was definitely a spectacle. A lot of people turned out to see her. A lot of people who obviously weren't used to going to strip clubs (like me), a whole lot of women, a lot of guys who obviously go to strip clubs too often, even the other dancers themselves gathered round. As Razlo put it, it was like a scene from a movie. People were just tossing wads of cash into the air in her direction, making dollars just rain down over the stage. She made more money in about 10 minutes then nearly every other girl in the club combined.
All and all, it was a very enjoyable time. Though I didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night, as we didn't get home until nearly 1 am, making me quite a bit tired for work the next day. Though I didn't really do a whole ton of working on Friday, as someone tried to set my store on fire and we had to evacuate.
My roommate Razlo was watching TV one night while I was in the shower and caught an ad for a local strip club called Mark's Showplace. He didn't really think much of it, as it's an old ad that's aired a bunch of times before. But this time, there was something a little different about it. Mainly the tagline of TOPLESS MIDGETS! FEBRAURY 7-9!
He interrupted my shower to ask me if I wanted to go. Of course I said yes. This was an opportunity that could not be passed up.
So Razlo, my good friend Maavus, and I made a Thursday night trip to the local strip club to see a midget get naked.
The little stripper in question was 3' 9" lady named Tiny Tina, and even though her show was supposed to go on at 10, the club held it back until midnight to let their regular girls get a shot to make some cash. The wait was a fun time though, even if I felt incredibly awkward at a strip club. I've never been to one before, and I just really wasn't sure what to do with myself, especially when Razlo put dollars down in front of me and ladies I never met before started sticking their asses in my face. I'm not complaining, as I rather enjoyed the view, but I couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out. The heavily tattooed lady and the seemingly gravity-manipulating pole dancer were our favorites, and we dig decorated ladies and women who can do bitchin' stunts (especially while topless). The worst was one lady who was so unnattractive and made so little money at our table that she actually put her clothes back on in the middle of our show. We felt especially awkward trying not to make eye contact with her so she wouldn't head our way.
So at midnight Tiny Tina finally hit the stage. It was definitely a spectacle. A lot of people turned out to see her. A lot of people who obviously weren't used to going to strip clubs (like me), a whole lot of women, a lot of guys who obviously go to strip clubs too often, even the other dancers themselves gathered round. As Razlo put it, it was like a scene from a movie. People were just tossing wads of cash into the air in her direction, making dollars just rain down over the stage. She made more money in about 10 minutes then nearly every other girl in the club combined.
All and all, it was a very enjoyable time. Though I didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night, as we didn't get home until nearly 1 am, making me quite a bit tired for work the next day. Though I didn't really do a whole ton of working on Friday, as someone tried to set my store on fire and we had to evacuate.
My roommate and I absolutely hate sports, so rather then sit at home and not watch the Super Bowl, we went to the theaters to see There Will Be Blood instead.
We learned that apparantly we were the only men in New Hampshire to leave our houses while the game was on, as the theater was completely free of anything other then women and their daughters. It was kind of an awkward feeling, actually.
There Will Be Blood is an amazing film, and I see why it's so high on so many critics top ten lists for 2007. I especially loved the oppresive musical score, the taunting interplay between the characters of Daniel Plainview and Eil Sunday, and especially the explosive final scene.
We went out to get ice cream after the show, and everything was dead. No one on the roads. No one shopping or out to eat. It was like a disease wiped out the entire human race, except for us two and the cute goth chick who mixed our ice cream sundaes.
We learned that apparantly we were the only men in New Hampshire to leave our houses while the game was on, as the theater was completely free of anything other then women and their daughters. It was kind of an awkward feeling, actually.
There Will Be Blood is an amazing film, and I see why it's so high on so many critics top ten lists for 2007. I especially loved the oppresive musical score, the taunting interplay between the characters of Daniel Plainview and Eil Sunday, and especially the explosive final scene.
We went out to get ice cream after the show, and everything was dead. No one on the roads. No one shopping or out to eat. It was like a disease wiped out the entire human race, except for us two and the cute goth chick who mixed our ice cream sundaes.
I've been invited to draw a mini-comic for an independent horror comic compilation. Looking forward to it.
Just got home from seeing Juno. Excellent movie. Go see it. I'm looking forward to whatever Diablo Cody is writing next.
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