Last week I posted a drawing I did of the awesome and tragically hilarious moment when a young fan attempted to pass a rose to actress Megan Fox while she was in London for the premiere of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
Since that time, Ms. Fox publicly apologized to the kid, saying that, in the confusion of being rushed through the crowd and all of the camera flashes, she had no idea what was going on, or just how young the kid was, and stated that, should she see him again, she would happily accept a rose from him.
Kodak offered a $5,000 reward to anyone who could identify the kid for the purposes of staging a perfect photo opportunity.
As can bee seen in this Topless Robot post, the kid has been located and was flown - by Kodak - to the US to get his chance to hand Ms. Fox a rose.
So the awesomeness just keeeps ramping up on this.
Also found via Topless Robot, this video is no longer accurate, but is still pretty funny:
Also, it's worth noting that yellow roses generally indicate friendship, not romance, so I guess the fact that he's 11 doesn't present any sort of dificulty, as it wasn't necessarily a romantic gesture. Even so, if I were that kid, I would have been sure to step up my game and go with red. Not sure I'd go with more than one, though; the single red rose is a nice touch, I think.
Anyway, good for you, salmon-colored shirt kid!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The Non-Euclidean Geometry Of "The Room"
Oh hiiii, Threshold readers! (Inappropriate and baffling laughter)
Last week Scott pointed out this post on Topless Robot about the movie The Room getting the Riff Trax treatment.
The movie looked dreadful, so naturally I had to find it.
Sadly, it’s rated R, which means I couldn’t share the pain with Scott, so, in a fit of self-loathing, I decided to watch it by myself last night.
...
I’ve mentioned before that sometimes odd things happen when I don’t get enough sleep.
Stay up all night, and at some point I’m going to start feeling anxious, as though I’m caught in a low-level, all-day panic attack.
Once, when I went nearly 40 hours without sleep – it’s along boring story – I discovered that at around the 35 hour mark I begin to get paranoid and start having auditory hallucinations.
As I didn’t get home from seeing Transformers until around midnight, and had too much caffeine in an effort to ensure my wakefulness on the drive home, I didn’t get to sleep until close to 2 AM, so I was pretty tired on Friday.
I tried taking a nap when I got home from work, but that just ended up giving me a headache – I’m really annoyed by this recent development; every time I take a nap I wake up with a headache – so I was still pretty tired for the rest of the evening.
So fatigue coupled with the sheer awfulness of The Room led to something of a mental breakdown within the first half hour of the movie, as I found myself engaged in a painful fit of something that was somewhere between hysterical laughter and soul-wracking sobs.
Sure, the Riffs were, as always, hilarious, and the movie itself was so unintentionally hilarious, but really I was laughing only because it seemed like the only reasonable response to the black, nihilistic, existential despair that The Room engendered in me.
Seriously, the movie is like some Lovecraftian horror, the merest exposure to which destroys your sanity, and leaves you an empty, hollow shell of what you once were.
Anyway, the point is that I think that Scott should be forced to watch it, as its awfulness transcends any principles or religious beliefs and supersedes any and all rules and mores.
Beyond that, watching The Room – even with the Riffers – is like some form of penance. If you can get through it without denying the possibility of the existence of a loving God, you’ll come out the other side cleansed, purified, distilled, and you’ll be guaranteed entry into whatever perfect afterlife you believe in.
Of course, mostly I just want him to suffer as I’ve suffered.
As is the usual way of things, this morning I headed out to the comic shop, gassed up the car, and went grocery shopping.
In addition to groceries I picked up an automotive tool kit with jumper cables to keep in the car, and also bought a new drill. I didn’t necessarily need a new drill, but decided to get it because it uses the same battery system as all of my lawn equipment.
Stepping outside of the usual way of things, I ventured out into the world again later in the afternoon.
Home Depot is doing a no payments no interest for a year promotion (on purchase of $299 or more), and I’ve been thinking that I should take advantage of that, but I didn’t know what buy.
Then it occurred to me that I really could stand to have a new refrigerator. My current one works okay, but it’s old and kind of small, and I have plenty of room for a bigger one. I’d also like to get one that has the ice and filtered water dispenser on the front.
So I took some measurements and headed off to Home Depot, where I soon discovered that I’d completely mis-measured the height of the available space in the refrigerator niche, or at least written down the wrong measurement.
All of the fridges I saw looked as though they would fit, but were 7 inches higher than what I had written down, so I knew that something was amiss.
So I ended up not buying one, but I did buy this lawn repair kit in an effort to deal with the damage done to my lawn by the Scott’s TurfBuilder Killer.
I hadn’t been that interested in fertilizing the grass when I bought the stuff; I was more interested in its weed and dandelion killing features, but I also hadn’t been interested in – or expecting – killing huge patches of grass, which is what ended up happening.
So I’m hoping this stuff can undo the damage. It’s supposed to be an “all-in-one” solution to bald and thin patches – a sort of Rogaine for lawns – because even though it’s nice to have less grass to mow, the lawn, especially in the back, really looks like crap.
Once I got home I re-measured the refrigerator niche, and any of the fridges I looked at should fit – though I may need to shave off a little of the underside of the cabinets above the refrigerator – so I’ll probably head back tomorrow and pick one out.
And that’s been all of the excitement so far this weekend.
I should probably do some drawing now, and in theory I’ll be back tomorrow to fill in some of the blanks since my last substantial update.
Last week Scott pointed out this post on Topless Robot about the movie The Room getting the Riff Trax treatment.
The movie looked dreadful, so naturally I had to find it.
Sadly, it’s rated R, which means I couldn’t share the pain with Scott, so, in a fit of self-loathing, I decided to watch it by myself last night.
...
I’ve mentioned before that sometimes odd things happen when I don’t get enough sleep.
Stay up all night, and at some point I’m going to start feeling anxious, as though I’m caught in a low-level, all-day panic attack.
Once, when I went nearly 40 hours without sleep – it’s a
As I didn’t get home from seeing Transformers until around midnight, and had too much caffeine in an effort to ensure my wakefulness on the drive home, I didn’t get to sleep until close to 2 AM, so I was pretty tired on Friday.
I tried taking a nap when I got home from work, but that just ended up giving me a headache – I’m really annoyed by this recent development; every time I take a nap I wake up with a headache – so I was still pretty tired for the rest of the evening.
So fatigue coupled with the sheer awfulness of The Room led to something of a mental breakdown within the first half hour of the movie, as I found myself engaged in a painful fit of something that was somewhere between hysterical laughter and soul-wracking sobs.
Sure, the Riffs were, as always, hilarious, and the movie itself was so unintentionally hilarious, but really I was laughing only because it seemed like the only reasonable response to the black, nihilistic, existential despair that The Room engendered in me.
Seriously, the movie is like some Lovecraftian horror, the merest exposure to which destroys your sanity, and leaves you an empty, hollow shell of what you once were.
Anyway, the point is that I think that Scott should be forced to watch it, as its awfulness transcends any principles or religious beliefs and supersedes any and all rules and mores.
Beyond that, watching The Room – even with the Riffers – is like some form of penance. If you can get through it without denying the possibility of the existence of a loving God, you’ll come out the other side cleansed, purified, distilled, and you’ll be guaranteed entry into whatever perfect afterlife you believe in.
Of course, mostly I just want him to suffer as I’ve suffered.
As is the usual way of things, this morning I headed out to the comic shop, gassed up the car, and went grocery shopping.
In addition to groceries I picked up an automotive tool kit with jumper cables to keep in the car, and also bought a new drill. I didn’t necessarily need a new drill, but decided to get it because it uses the same battery system as all of my lawn equipment.
Stepping outside of the usual way of things, I ventured out into the world again later in the afternoon.
Home Depot is doing a no payments no interest for a year promotion (on purchase of $299 or more), and I’ve been thinking that I should take advantage of that, but I didn’t know what buy.
Then it occurred to me that I really could stand to have a new refrigerator. My current one works okay, but it’s old and kind of small, and I have plenty of room for a bigger one. I’d also like to get one that has the ice and filtered water dispenser on the front.
So I took some measurements and headed off to Home Depot, where I soon discovered that I’d completely mis-measured the height of the available space in the refrigerator niche, or at least written down the wrong measurement.
All of the fridges I saw looked as though they would fit, but were 7 inches higher than what I had written down, so I knew that something was amiss.
So I ended up not buying one, but I did buy this lawn repair kit in an effort to deal with the damage done to my lawn by the Scott’s Turf
I hadn’t been that interested in fertilizing the grass when I bought the stuff; I was more interested in its weed and dandelion killing features, but I also hadn’t been interested in – or expecting – killing huge patches of grass, which is what ended up happening.
So I’m hoping this stuff can undo the damage. It’s supposed to be an “all-in-one” solution to bald and thin patches – a sort of Rogaine for lawns – because even though it’s nice to have less grass to mow, the lawn, especially in the back, really looks like crap.
Once I got home I re-measured the refrigerator niche, and any of the fridges I looked at should fit – though I may need to shave off a little of the underside of the cabinets above the refrigerator – so I’ll probably head back tomorrow and pick one out.
And that’s been all of the excitement so far this weekend.
I should probably do some drawing now, and in theory I’ll be back tomorrow to fill in some of the blanks since my last substantial update.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Still Alive (Barely)
Didn't I used to have a blog?
What's that? I still do?
Oh.
Umm...yeah, a combination of being busy and being lazy has kept me from posting anything recently. I'm sure I'll make up for it at some point. Or I won't. But either way, one thing will be certain: we'll know.
Pretty tired today, as I didn't get home until around midnight after seeing Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen in IMAX last night.
You can read Scott's brief review of the movie, since his thoughts on it, as is often the case with such things, pretty much mirror my own.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in and let you know that, unlike certain iconic celebrities, I'm still alive.
What's that? I still do?
Oh.
Umm...yeah, a combination of being busy and being lazy has kept me from posting anything recently. I'm sure I'll make up for it at some point. Or I won't. But either way, one thing will be certain: we'll know.
Pretty tired today, as I didn't get home until around midnight after seeing Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen in IMAX last night.
You can read Scott's brief review of the movie, since his thoughts on it, as is often the case with such things, pretty much mirror my own.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in and let you know that, unlike certain iconic celebrities, I'm still alive.
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