Saturday, October 31, 2009

HBO's BORED TO DEATH ... hardly boring



Love this show. How can you not love it? It's on HBO and features the comic stylings of Jason Schwartzman - the star of one of my all-time favorite flicks, RUSHMORE.



Episode 6, where George and Ray help Jonathan spy on a hooker from craigslist, was pure genius. Where else can you find funny adventures that tie in comic book art, pot, spy gear and prostitution with the comic delivery of a Schwartzman? No where but HBO, I tell you, true believers.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Alien Abuctions ... of THE FOURTH KIND



I am there opening weekend. Can't wait.
Good feature if you have 5 minutes to watch:

Voltron: down with the ro-beast!



Good stuff, true believers.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

My life is now almost complete ...

... all I have to do is live another 70 years with my wife, see the Raiders win another Super Bowl, travel to outerspace, and dote on grandchildren as beautiful as my two little munchkins.

Other than that, now that The Sounds have been confirmed to be on Yo Gabba Gabba!, I am fulfilled.

If only they made adult shirts and hoodies of my favorite Yo Gabba monsters ... if only ... //sigh//.

THE SOUNDS in concert = Kick Arse



I saw The Sounds at the historic Warfield Theatre on Market Street last night. The good news was, it was right off the Powell Street BART station, so it was a nice ride door to door from Pleasanton, practically to the front porch of The Warfield. Weather was perfect, as it usually is with the gorgeous and warm Octobers we get here. The bad news was, frakkin' BART runs the last direct train back to Pleasanton at 12:15 am and we had to leave the show early. Oh well, at least we left on a high note: the last song we saw before making a mad dash for the BART station was my all-time favorite electro-pop-rock song, aptly named "Rock and Roll."

The first two opening acts left a lot to be desired. Foxy Shazam was all gimmicks and no substance; the lead singer danced around like a monkey, ate a cigarette, kicked water bottles around and generally made an arse of himself. Semi Precious Weapons was a grown up version of Foxy Shazam, with less gimmicks, but a lot of 70s glam rock schtick including sheer, golden tights and diamond-studded high-heeled boots. It was very "Battle for Milkquarious," and "Velvet Goldmine," to say the least (both flicks worth watching, btw).



Then, Shiny Toy Guns came out and saved the day with a professional set of legit rock songs, including "Le Disco," which was cool to hear in person. If you ask me, "Major Tom," blew the roof off the place and that's where the show really got religion for the crowd. The lead singer's rendition of this classic gave me goose bumps; she sounded like an inter-galactic pixie, belting out the lyrics Earth below us, drifting falling, floating weighless, calling home ... hoooooome ... ho-oo-oo-oo-ome!



Last but not least, The Sounds came out and rocked the bacon, looking, acting and sounding like a legit headliner. It was sweet while it lasted. We went out on a high, having seen "No One Sleeps When I'm Awake," "Midnight Sun," and "Rock and Roll" all in a row. What a show. Too bad we had to cut it short. Thanks BART.

I gotta feeling that I don't belong



Another winner from Apple iPod's line of catchy TV ads, this tune courtesy of Miss Li & Amanda Jenssen's "Bourgeois Shangri-La."

Enjoy.

New Levi's TV Ad Campgain



This is really good stuff. Very inspired effort from Levi's ad agency, whoever they are. I just bought a pair of GAP jeans, but now I'm inspired to make my next pair Levi's because I like what they stand for in these ads: THE PIONEERING SPIRIT OF FREE AMERICANS.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Meet Me Halfway



Wow. A perflect blend of a great song and an awesome Science Fiction/Fantasy video. Fergie's voice is amazing and the space-age visuals are mesmerizing.

Can you imagine a secret portal where you could meet someone "halfway" between your reality and theirs? I just read a book that suggests the human consciousness can actually transport itself outside the body to wherever it wants ... anywhere in the galaxy. The CIA has supposedly been working on this as a form of "remote viewing" for espionage purposes.

Where would you go? What would you do if your consciousness could seperate from your body and go wherever to see whatever?

Who is Dick Whitman?



I propose he is the shadow. Faceless, nameless, lurking deep down where no one can see him - not even his wife, Betty. I wonder if in the work place we are all Don Drapers, hiding and supressing the Dick Whitman of our true being for the sake of corporate decorum. Think about the happy face you put on at work ... just to get through the day, while the Dick Whitman inside you is screaming to get out.

Invest in AMC's Mad Men if you haven't already - it truly is a corporate catharsis of sorts.

Claremont Hotel & Spa Pix

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

We are not alone ...

More to come (once I have the time to get deep & philosophical) ...

My 366th Blog Entry: CruZader #2 in living color!



Wow, now I have 1 whole year, plus a day, worth of blogs ... too bad it's taken me like a handful of years to reach this milestone. I know, I know, I've been absolutely sucking at posting updates lately ... not that anyone reads this dreck.

Hopefully I'll have more time to get my blog on in 2010. Happy Holidays, TB'z.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Happy B-Day To Me (and the munchkin)

My son and I have birthdays about a week apart, with a 30 year gap in between, and yet my little buddy and I are one in the same.

Haven't had any time to blog these days and I certainly don't now, as I'm typing from a phone ... Quasi-tweeting, I suppose.

Oh well, no cake & punch for me, I guess.

Toodaloo, true believers, thanks for checking in.

O-dogg