Archive for July, 2008

We could hardly do worse

Monday, July 14th, 2008

My dentist sent a version of this to me, and it’s so well done I thought I’d go ahead and modify it slightly and then put it up here for shits and giggles. Mostly shits.

EDIT: The site responsible for this “Get Out The Vote” effort apparently doesn’t care enough about its message past the time of a big election to bother keeping the videos created on it active, so this entry is basically… dead.

Thanks a lot for ruining my entry.

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

Further illustrating the fact that I am a raving dork of the highest order, I am so very excited about this:


Teaser from Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.

As I understand it, Joss Whedon (of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame), in response to the recent writers’ strike in Hollywood, decided to look for a way to sort of circumvent the system and produce something of professionalish quality without being bound by the rules set up by a system that no longer works. Or something like that. Thus, an Internet Miniseries!

Act 1 goes live on Tuesday, July 15th.

Act 2 joins the party two days later, on Thursday, July 17th.

Act 3 – the denouement – rears its head on Saturday, July 19th.

They will remain live through midnight on Sunday, July 20th, and then it’s bye-bye. Or buy-buy, as they will soon after become downloadable for a modest fee, followed by release on a DVD chock full of extras.

Remembering the brilliance of Whedon’s musical episode of BuffyOnce More With Feeling… I expect that Dr. Horrible will be phenomenal. Besides, look at the trailer. It stars Neil Patrick Harris, and he is comedic genius!

Yeah. Dorkiness confirmed and documented.

(But I still can’t wait to watch it!)

EDIT: See it here (while it lasts): Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

Don’t mind me. I’m just babbling.

Friday, July 11th, 2008

Tower of BabelI am in a grumpy mood today, which is one of the hallmarks of gluten poisoning. I ate entirely too much wheat this week, culminating in a fireball of irritability. When I am this supercharged from the gluten, it doesn’t take a big thing to set me off, either. It might just be something as simple as the way someone pronounces something.

For example, right now I am listening to some guys who keep pronouncing dulce de leche as DULL-chay de LAY-chee instead of DOOL-say de LAY-chay. Okay, fine, so they aren’t native Spanish speakers. Great. But they work in the food industry, and this is something they make, and they keep speaking about it as though they are the great authorities on the subject, but how authentic can it be if they can’t even say it right? Damn it.

There’s a guy that does a voiceover for some energy drink thing on television who similarly butchers the word guaranĂ¡. He pronounces it something like gur-AH-nuh (as though it rhymes with piranha) when it should be gwar-uh-NAH. And don’t even get me started on chipotle. The worst pronunciation I’ve ever heard of this word was an Irish fellow who says it chih-PUH-tuhl. Good lord. I cringe just thinking of it.

If we insist on stealing words from other languages – and we do insist, because it makes our language fantastically rich – can’t we at least come close to saying them correctly? Or would that make it too easy for everybody around the world to understand each other, leading to the formation of a committee to build a tower so immense that it would have its top in the heavens?

It would be just like the last time, which led God to confuse the peoples’ languages and scatter them throughout the earth.

And this right on the heels of the Great Flood.

Talk about irritable.