As suspected by most of us the minute we saw it, No Country For Old Men was clearly the film of 2007, winning a stunning seven awards this year, including Best Picture, Supporting Actor, Director, Screenplay, and Scene of the Year. Interestingly, the film was shut out of the technical awards, which saw us spread the wealth to Zodiac, The Assassination of Jesse James, and The Bourne Ultimatum, an undeniably accomplished threesome. After No Country, the next highest winner only took home three and that was Michael Clayton with its wins for Supporting Actress, First Feature, and a surprising win for Original Screenplay over Juno (something that many have been thinking lately could actually happen Sunday night too…not saying it will, but if you want a dark horse, it’s one to consider). Five of 2007’s best films - Jesse James, Bourne, Grindhouse, Zodiac, and Once - all took home a pair of TNMC Awards with seven other films winning only one. We hit several of the critically acclaimed films of the year, giving Atonement, Juno, There Will Be Blood, and Ratatouille one award a piece. I really like the way we spread it around this year. I hope you had fun. Maybe we can do it again next year or maybe I’ll fire up those long-rumored 1st Annual TNMC Television Awards - but we know Lost and 30 Rock would win everything.
On my el ride home yesterday, I was reading in the hobo corner, standing against the emergency exit. An older couple took the seats there, excited to find two open seats next to each other. He got out a newspaper, she had a book. The woman glanced a few times at what I was reading, and then made an obvious effort to read the title on the spine. It might have been my imagination, but it looked like she was thinking My, isn’t it nice to see young people reading these days or something like that.
The thing is, though, I was reading Warren Ellis’s Crooked Little Vein, a dark, dark, road-trippy detective novel. Kinda like Raymond Chandler if all his characters were mescaline-fueled sex addicts.
I’m only halfway through and it’s already covered Godzilla porn, man-on-ostrich sex and men inflating their scrotum with saline. I truly hope she doesn’t read it, it would probably destroy her mind.
Saw a screening of Superbad last night. Funniest movie I’ve seen in a looooooong time. Go see it many times. Warning: This trailer is R-rated for good reason. Not safe for work or kids or nuns.
Zooomr is a neat experiment, and I wish Kristopher and Thomas the best of luck, but after over two or so weeks of downtime and buggyness, I’ve decided that it just isn’t for me. I understand the urge to belong to the cutting edge of things, but I’d rather know that people will actually see my photos.
I’ve been using a Gallery installation to host some photos locally, but there are just too many bots out there that don’t follow the robots.txt standard, and I don’t have the time or energy to figure out a technical way of stopping them.
So, I broke down and bought a Flickr Pro account. I’ll be uploading everything there very soon. I don’t love the idea of giving Yahoo money, but it works and seems to be the best game in town.
"OMEGA touch pads and starting blocks are part of an integrated timing system capable of recording times to the nearest 1/1000th of a second. However, because it is not possible to build swimming pools in which each lane is guaranteed to be precisely the same length, Olympic and World Records are still recorded to the nearest 1/100th of a second." via omegawatches.com
"It's become a bit of a game because this hallway is designed to save energy. So when you walk down it, the lights will switch on and then off after you've passed. So sometimes I'm sitting in the dark answering emails and I try to see how much I can type without triggering the motion sensors again. It's also fun to surprise unsuspecting hotel guests who pop out the elevator and see someone typing in the dark corner. And then he ends up being 'Hurley.'" via dispatchesfromtheisland.blogspot.com
