Everybody, well most people, have a positive recollection of Star Wars. Even girls! It's true! Star Wars had such an impact on the film industry that it's part of our culture. Maybe years from now, children will be forced to study Star Wars in high school, much like I was forced to read Great Expectations (which brewed a flavorful hatred for Dickens within me). Anyway, Star Wars has a ton of fans, and many of them make creative interpretations of elements from the movies, post it online to sites such as Reddit. Take a look at the example below, it will make your day:
Thursday, September 29, 2011
My Childhood Reinvented.
Today I was browsing the internet. I read a popular forum called Reddit.com. It has news links, funny pictures, videos, etc. and you get to vote on them. Much like Digg.com, the ones with the highest scores make the front page.
Everybody, well most people, have a positive recollection of Star Wars. Even girls! It's true! Star Wars had such an impact on the film industry that it's part of our culture. Maybe years from now, children will be forced to study Star Wars in high school, much like I was forced to read Great Expectations (which brewed a flavorful hatred for Dickens within me). Anyway, Star Wars has a ton of fans, and many of them make creative interpretations of elements from the movies, post it online to sites such as Reddit. Take a look at the example below, it will make your day:
Everybody, well most people, have a positive recollection of Star Wars. Even girls! It's true! Star Wars had such an impact on the film industry that it's part of our culture. Maybe years from now, children will be forced to study Star Wars in high school, much like I was forced to read Great Expectations (which brewed a flavorful hatred for Dickens within me). Anyway, Star Wars has a ton of fans, and many of them make creative interpretations of elements from the movies, post it online to sites such as Reddit. Take a look at the example below, it will make your day:
Sunday, September 25, 2011
An Evening With Primus!
This past Friday I attended a concert for a band I have never seen before, Primus. I had had plans in the past to see them, however they were always trumped by more important issues. Having been a Primus fan for a few years, it was great to finally see them live.
Like most established bands do for live shows, they mixed visual art and music. Behind their booming and shredding there was footage of old cartoons such as Popeye intermixed with psychedelic patterns, old nature show footage, and footage from what appeared to be old Drive-in horror movies.
The heat in the venue was overwhelming. Combined with the sea of people sweating, the air was pudding. Breathing among the crowd was difficult, yet that added to the experience.
After the show ended, I scooted out of the theater as quick as possible hoping for the outside air to refresh me. In order to recuperate and reflect back on the experience I opted to walk home rather than ride the train. The elation after seeing that show stayed with me the entire night, and entertained me during the walk home. I kept hearing the drums pounding in my skull, accented by the shredding guitar and the left-wise basslines. I kept replaying Les Claypool's last solo over and over in my head as it was a medley of several songs that were played throughout the night.
After I arrived home I went straight to my guitar and started slapping it until my hands were sore. Afterwards I watched cartoons and did scratchy doodles of things that popped in my head. Oh, and I drank Harpoon IPA... Never had it before, huge fan now.
Like most established bands do for live shows, they mixed visual art and music. Behind their booming and shredding there was footage of old cartoons such as Popeye intermixed with psychedelic patterns, old nature show footage, and footage from what appeared to be old Drive-in horror movies.
The heat in the venue was overwhelming. Combined with the sea of people sweating, the air was pudding. Breathing among the crowd was difficult, yet that added to the experience.
After the show ended, I scooted out of the theater as quick as possible hoping for the outside air to refresh me. In order to recuperate and reflect back on the experience I opted to walk home rather than ride the train. The elation after seeing that show stayed with me the entire night, and entertained me during the walk home. I kept hearing the drums pounding in my skull, accented by the shredding guitar and the left-wise basslines. I kept replaying Les Claypool's last solo over and over in my head as it was a medley of several songs that were played throughout the night.
After I arrived home I went straight to my guitar and started slapping it until my hands were sore. Afterwards I watched cartoons and did scratchy doodles of things that popped in my head. Oh, and I drank Harpoon IPA... Never had it before, huge fan now.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Test post
Nothing to see here. Just a test post. Test posting while listening to reggae in the morning. It's like writing my test post while sitting in a Sandals resort in Jamaica. But why on Earth would I go to a Sandals resort? Those things scream "suburban white folk assemble!" Honestly, who the hell swims in a pool, that is located right next to the ocean...when you can just swim in the ocean?
At least Sandals is all inclusive, meaning it will get you drunk no matter what the circumstances are. Unlike yours truly, who will only get you drunk if he thinks it will lead to late night encounters. That's not such a good thing for me to disclose, but due to crippling laziness, I will not delete that sentence. In fact, I may type it again. No, I won't --just kidding. But back to Sandals. Why would I sit around with a bunch of drunk folk when I could go wander Kingston and find myself on all sorts of adventures? Id rather come home missing a kidney, but holding a handful of wonderful stories than come home missing a kidney from drinking myself into a stupor with the sluggish old people who have hair on their backs.
/test post.
At least Sandals is all inclusive, meaning it will get you drunk no matter what the circumstances are. Unlike yours truly, who will only get you drunk if he thinks it will lead to late night encounters. That's not such a good thing for me to disclose, but due to crippling laziness, I will not delete that sentence. In fact, I may type it again. No, I won't --just kidding. But back to Sandals. Why would I sit around with a bunch of drunk folk when I could go wander Kingston and find myself on all sorts of adventures? Id rather come home missing a kidney, but holding a handful of wonderful stories than come home missing a kidney from drinking myself into a stupor with the sluggish old people who have hair on their backs.
/test post.
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