My eyes are snobbish and the last time I watched DD on DVD with some friends it looked like a bootleg. You can only imagine my intense enthusiasm for this release. On the other hand, Damn It, really? I have to buy this again? Not until it hits Blu-Ray Universal, with your U-control bullshit menus and all. Ready to buy again: The Bourne Trilogy. Obviously I have not gotten the memo about some sort of recession going on.
Interviews include: Zach Levi (Chuck) Aisha Tyler (Ghost Whisper) Luke Walton (pro basketball player) Nikole Zivalich (Cute Chick who plays games) "what do you want, like a tampon and a chocolate bar?". Her commentary is the funniest.
Gears won virtually every available industry award, and was the 360’s
best-selling game for nearly a year; it has now sold five million
copies. On November 7th, a sequel, Gears of War 2, will be released
The policy change in question arose following a live 2003 broadcast of
the "Golden Globe Awards," when the lead singer Bono from the Irish
rock ban U-2 declared his award was "really, really, (blank)ing
brilliant." During the 2003 Billboard Music Award, quasi-celebrity
Nicole Richie declared "it's not so (blank)ing simple" to remove "cow
(blank) out of a Prada purse."
While reorganizing things here at the fortress of solitude, I
ran into a book that reminded me of you.
I bought The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Vol. 2 with
you when we were on our way to a concert (either Deathcab for Cutie or
Spoon). It may have been the first time
I ever took you to Austin Books. In any
case, I bought the book because I had gifted away the actual issues and never
bought the last one. Turns out that I
have yet to remove the shrink-wrap on this book and still don’t know how the
Finding Volume 2 reminded me of November of last year when
the highly anticipated follow up, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Black Dossier
was released. I was on one of my business
trips when it came out. The weather was absolutely crummy and all day long I
had talked myself out of going into the city to go buy it. But as the night
came on and I sat bored on a boat on the Upper New York Bay, I decided, “Fuck
It, I’m going to Midtown Comics Times Square to get this book”.
Well, that turned out to be a misadventure. I had never been
to that store, sort of knew where it was and went for it on instinct. I hadn’t
really thought about it but I had never been to Times Square at night. I
remember coming up the stairs and noticing how it looked like daytime down the
street. Anyways, I went to the store, checked it out, got my book, stood in a
long line (I’ve never seen a comic book store as busy as this one) and off I
went. I was starving but nothing around me got my attention so I decided I
would eat when I went back to work where I had some leftovers from Lunch.
When I walked out of the store, my sense of direction became confused and I
took the subway going uptown instead of going down to the ferry station. It
took me a few stops to notice and I was way the hell away from where I should
have been. Ok, I get on the right subway, and off the ferry station I go. By
the time I get there I missed it by a few minutes and had to wait twenty
minutes or whatever for the next one to arrive. I was starving and you know how
cranky I get when I’m hungry.
I get to Staten Island and take the same train I always take back to work. What
I did not notice, when I was rushing to make the train, was that they had
switched scheduled, or train entrances or whatever, and the damn train ended up
zipping right by my stop, and kept going and going to who the fuck cares in way
inside Staten Island. I didn’t feel so bad when the people around me were
voicing their concerns about the train not stopping as expected. One old lady
was really freaking out when she would notice the stop names we were passing
by. And by freaking out I mean she was really scared. Another lady told her
where she thought we were going to end up and that it wouldn’t be long. What
fucking ever, it took forever for that train to stop and I was kicking myself
for not having had a hot dog or something in the city in addition to being
concerned about where we would end up based on the anxiety of the locals.
Sure enough, the train stops at a station I would describe
as dark and dangerous looking. It looked like Jack the Ripper could jump out of
any corner and go on a killing spree and here I was watching over a worried old
lady. Thankfully the other lady on the platform with us was one tough cookie
and had no fear and was nice enough to keep the old lady reassured that everything
would be fine and that the right train way would arrive soon enough. Twenty minutes in
the cold, rainy weather waiting and waiting until it finally arrived. It took
forever to get to my stop, where I had a nice little walk ahead of me in oh so
wonderful fucking freezing weather. By the time I got back to the boat I was
ready to either throw the book to the ocean or eat it.
Sure, when I was cold and walking and hungry and pissed off, I was thinking
about how I had made one bad decision after another that night. But in the end
I knew that I would always recall this night fondly every time I looked at the
book regardless of the misadventures. So, that’s what I think about when I look at
these two books on my bookshelf.