Filed under: Internet Finds | Tags: college humor, disney movie, head of skate, sarah palin
For some ridiculous reason, I simply cannot get enough of the latest Sarah Palin bludgeoning courtesy of College Humor. Who needs yellow journalism anymore when they’ve got Youtube? Political viewpoints aside, this is just damn funny.
- Currently reading: Welcome to the Monkeyhouse, Kurt Vonnegut.
- Currently listening: Song of Psyche, Mirah and Spectratone International
Filed under: Everyday | Tags: 10th ave burrito co, asbury park, belmar, fins, ocean
My recent absence has been a direct result of relocating some semblance of my life, and I now reside beach-side with a few old friends. We were able to snag a devil of a deal and pay a ludicrously feeble amount to live in a charming house with a porch that overlooks the ocean. As I sit, curled up in my new sheets inside my quaint bed nook, I can audibly hear every crush of the sea, every wave and whistle and whoosh. I can taste the salty aura. I can feel the cool breeze.
Beside the vast expanse of Atlantic at our constant call, my house boasts a few other savory features:
- We are walking or biking distance to the post office, library, train station, cinema, convenience store, and numerous friends’ residences, as well as a plethora of quaint shops, coffee houses, bars, bakeries, and two of the best dive restaurants – the famed Fins and 10th Ave Burrito Co. We also reside a few minutes from Asbury Park, where something interesting always seems to be occurring.
- There is a constant hum of manmade white noise, comprised of the chat of friendly neighbors, the whir of bicycles, the blaring beep of the incoming train. I’ve always wanted to live close enough to a station to hear the railroad noises. They’re strangely soothing.
- There are enough bedrooms for all residents! Believe it or not, this is not necessarily always a given; I spent the duration of last year living in a laundry room while my housemate called the sunroom home.
- My new town has a nightlife of epic proportions. Should I ever get the notion, I would certainly have my pick of walking-distance public houses, something my hometown surely and severely lacked.
- Oh, and I am living the closest I have ever had the pleasure of living to Boyfriend. I’ve always seemed to meander about 45 minutes to two hours north, and now we’re a mere fifteen minutes apart. I’m through with the distance.
Oh yeah, life’s rough.
Filed under: Movie Reviews | Tags: amy poehler, catherine keener, elizabeth shue, hamlet 2, Movie Reviews, steve coogan
Despite the intoxicatingly comely weather, Boyfriend and I headed for the cinema in search of the dark of the matinee. Our intentions were as simple as the movie we chose – the “dementedly hilarious” Hamlet 2. After having witnessed a few off-color trailers boasting the Sundance hit, my curiosity ran rampant with the possibilities of strange directions in which the film might progress. However, I was handed exactly what I had most expected – a wacky, blasphemous romp exploiting the silliest of scenarios. As a half-baked hack of a drama teacher attempting to “save drama” through the means of a highly controversial and completely ridiculous musical chronicling the aftermath of the Bard’s kill-all, Steve Coogan truly brings home the most uproarious of the film’s scathing lines. Catherine Keener, playing his crudely aloof wife, adds impressive depth to her potentially-flat character (almost too much so), and Amy Poehler manages a few chuckles as a vicious public defender.
However, the actors are what progressively pull this film along; the story – though uproarious, isn’t quite enough to stand on its on two feet. While I’d have to give the writers credit for intentionally swaying from the obscenely overdone Dangerous Minds-esque plot (We’re such bad kids! Such rabble rousers! Oh, wait. No. We just wanted someone to pay attention), the character development on behalf of the drama students is somewhat lackluster and begs for more. The meager plot and eager characters are enough to plod the film along until its ludicrous culmination – the coup de gras of tasteless, tongue-in-cheek, titillation in the form of a play – which, somehow, manages to be somewhat poignant. I’m not sure Hamlet 2 is deserving of anything spectacular, but it aims to please in the simplest of ways – with a pair of roller blades and an absurdly adorable Elizabeth Shue. And really, what more could anyone possibly want?
seeming, all the books instead
are just the ones i haven’t read
i’m laying down my vested head
but sleep will only come for dead.
so what have you to offer up?
bring you a chalice or a cup?
doesn’t matter, that’s enough.
it doesn’t matter.
lighten up.
