It was brought to my attention that my diagram illustrating the messed-up lane system at the Yuppie grocery store I went to yesterday doesn’t make any sense.
I can’t see any reason why it would; the system it was intended to illustrate doesn’t make any sense either.
Bear in mind that it is intended to be a crude representation, it is not to scale, and is utterly lacking in detail. I threw it together hastily to provide a quick visual reference.
Still, in the interest of clarity I’ve placed another version of the diagram with additional explanatory text here.
If you still don’t understand what the diagram is illustrating, the inescapable conclusion is that you are an idiot.
Today was a pretty quiet one. I woke up at the usual time, despite the fact that I went to bed fairly late last night and, thanks to my nap, was unable to get to sleep very readily.
Once I was up I mustered up enough energy to head over to the fitness center here at my apartment complex and put in a half-assed workout.
Finishing that, I came home and had my standard protein shake breakfast and went out for a walk.
The walk itself was largely uneventful, and once I got home I made up a new grocery list, showered, and headed out into the world.
My first stop was to get a haircut. This involved waiting for about twenty minutes, as there were two people ahead of me and these days there is apparently only ever one person working at a time.
Once that was done I did my grocery shopping and came home.
Last night I had set the DVR to catch the “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” remake, as I’ve intended to watch the movie for a while, but it’s only ever on at night, and I refuse to watch horror movies alone in the dark.
So I watched that today, though the ambient light, while helping to keep me from getting too spooked, did often make it near-impossible to make out the action in some of the darker scenes.
Overall, I’d have to say “meh” about the whole movie. It was pretty standard fare.
The biggest problem I had with it was that it was supposed to have been taking place in 1973, yet apart from simply saying that it was 1973 the filmmakers made no effort to make it seem as though it actually were, so there were a lot of anachronisms in speech and behavior on the part of the young cast that was largely born well after 1973.
From about 1976 on I have fairly clear memories of the way people and things looked in the 70s, and I’ve seen a lot of movies, TV shows, and pictures from the three years prior to that, so I can honestly say that there was no one in the world in 1973 who looked like Jessica Biel.
Born in 1982, she was the movie’s biggest (and hottest) anachronism. Even hot chicks weren’t that hot in the 70s.
Beyond Ms. Biel, though, the entire cast looked out of place. The clothes they were wearing looked like a 21st century attempt at retro 70’s fashion, not like actual 70’s fashion.
But whatever. Despite setting it in the past the movie wasn’t really intended to be a period piece.
Still, the fact that they came up with many different contrived methods of ensuring that Ms. Biel’s white tank top was usually wet, it would have been nice for them to get rid of one particular anachronism: her bra.
Women went around braless all the time in the 70s, especially when they were on their way to a Skynnrd concert.
Ah well.
As for movies I also watched “The Punisher” the other day, which, along with “Catwoman,” was one of the recent entries in the comic book movie genre that I had been avoiding.
I’ve never been an especially big fan of the character, so I didn’t have any strong feelings about how the movie should or shouldn’t be handled. Having no real expectations, I couldn’t really be disappointed.
Overall I’d say it was okay. Certainly it was better than the direct-to-video 80’s version starring Dolph Lundgren, and it did at least (kind of) feature him wearing his symbol.
The biggest problem with the movie was that it was long and slow-moving. It took a significant amount of time for him to actually get on with the business of punishing, as he spent most of his time just wallowing in self-pity, and the various interludes with Rebecca Romijn-Stamos and her weirdo friends was largely pointless and prevented the plot from moving along rather than actually adding anything to it.
That whole set-up, incidentally, was probably the most unrealistic aspect of the movie because, for one thing, women who look like that do not work in diners, are never single for more than, like, a day, and they do not create surrogate families with a couple of nerdy guys, the likes of whom a woman who looks like that would never cross the street to spit on.
Once he did stop being “The Wallower” and actually became the Punisher, I have to say his punishment was pretty brutal.
In recent years the writing of the “Punisher” comics has been handled by Garth Ennis.
I haven’t actually read any of it, but knowing his work on other things, I could definitely see some of his influence in the movie.
Personally, I would have like to have seen more of a Frank Miller influence, as he’s the only person who’s ever made the Punisher seem interesting to me, but it wasn’t too big of a deal, as I just didn’t care that much.
As today was pretty quiet, there isn’t too much more to say right now, so that will do it for this entry.
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