POLARITY 171
this entry brought to you by electric six, "rock and roll evacuation"
Mise A Nu Some brilliant french photographer/artist person got a seemingly endless line of extremely normal looking women that are obviously not models and took pictures of them before and after nakedness. What I think is absolutely amazing about this site is exactly what every thinking, sensitive man always suspected-- some of the most frumpy women have absolutely amazing bodies, and the better looking ones don't neccesarily have better bodies. Beyond that, however, this scrolling collage of nude, average women, shows the beauty of the human body in a way I really dig (although if you were a feminist I could see you frowning at the police-lineup presentation, which is slightly sexist, but I think that misses the point). I seriously, seriously dig this. From an artistic point of view, and a "hot damn-- look at this chick's boobies" way.
Jersey Girl I really have no idea why Jersey Girl took such a critical beating. No one in the world hated Jennifer Lopez or Ben Affleck than me, especially during the whole Bennifer media blitz, so I of all people understoof why people didn't want to see this after Gigli had occured 6 months earlier. But why the critics didn't like it, I don't understand. Jersey Girl is Kevin's Smith's most genuinely funny without relying on dick-and-fart jokes (even Chasing Amy, by far Smith's best, had more than a few sophomoric jokes), and, more than that, was effectively sweet and full of heart without being syrupy. It was rather vanilla compared to his prior movies-- afterall, there are no side-switching lesbians, no blasphemous reimaginings of religion, no pot-smoking hyperactive drug dealers. But as an attempt to just tell a straight-out story about fatherhood, it delivers in spades. If that doesn't make you feel better, hey, Jennifer Lopez's character dies in the first 10 minutes.
Homedic's Back Massager My roommate and I went out to buy Christmas presents, when we ran into this gift from God himself. It's a pad you lay in your chair, and a button press later, it gives you a strong, methodical back massage. After demoing it I tried to shop around the store a bit to find something else, but I was obsessed with it. Couldn't get it out of my mind. Back massages... whenever I want them... What did I do that was so great as to be granted this opportunity? So I decided to go for it. Originally, it was supposed to to be a gift for Michelle. Then I realized we would all be using it pretty much equally. And then I realized... How could I wait until Christmas with it in the house? So I broke it open. It is as if from heaven. You really ought to spring the 100 bucks and buy one.
Banksy Do you live in London? Do you wander around downtown at all? (Do British people even call downtown London "downtown"?) Then you've undoubtedly seen the work of guerilla artist/vandal Banksy. I've never really been much to appreciate graffitti artists, but if this is how they make 'em in England, more people need to see his work and get some innovation on our street corners. You've got to at least click on this one and, my favorite, this one.
THE BAD
B.B. King, 80 I feel really, really bad about my opinion of this CD. See, I've never actually heard a blues album all the way through before, and I expected to put in 80 and get thoroughly and properly educated. Except what I'd heard was precisely what I knew it was going to be before I heard it. These are the exact same riffs, the precise rhythms that you could mimic yourself on the blues without ever having readlly heard it, with so precious little deviation. Further more, the top 40 guest apperances, besides Clapton, Van Morrison, and Billy Gibbons, are disappointing-- what the hell are Sheryl Crow and John Mayer doing here? It's not that 80 is bad-- it's a rollicking good time, in fact. But what seems like it could have been an opportune time to reintroduce BB with stunning, raw blues, are are instead served perfectly predictable, fit-for-a-commerical mainstream blues. Not bad, but you've heard it before, even if you've never sat down to seriously listen to blues.
That "beauty mark" piercing Officially the ugliest, trashiest face accessory ever.
UMD movies Do you keep seeing UMD movies at Wal-Mart, wondering what makes them so fucking special as to pay 25 dollars for them when none of the other non-triple-disc DVDs are less than 20? I'll explain. You know those PSPs everyone is so excited about? Well, they play movies in UMD format. And for some freakish reason, Sony decided to price them at 25 dollars. And you can only play them on your PSP's tiny screen! I, Robot a DVD that was priced at 13.78 at my local Target, has just been released on UMD for more than a 10 spot more! This is seriously, seriously, utterly stupid. And yet people buy them!
Poker, specifically Texas Hold 'Em style Okay, that's it. I've had enough with poker. Seriously. Enough. Yes, it's a fun game. Yes, it can be a viable alternate way to make money. But the books, the TV shows, the magazine articles, the video games, the pop-up ads... enough is enough already.
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with love from CRS @ 3:45 PM
Monday, November 28, 2005
Mise A Nu Some brilliant french photographer/artist person got a seemingly endless line of extremely normal looking women that are obviously not models and took pictures of them before and after nakedness. What I think is absolutely amazing about this site is exactly what every thinking, sensitive man always suspected-- some of the most frumpy women have absolutely amazing bodies, and the better looking ones don't neccesarily have better bodies. Beyond that, however, this scrolling collage of nude, average women, shows the beauty of the human body in a way I really dig (although if you were a feminist I could see you frowning at the police-lineup presentation, which is slightly sexist, but I think that misses the point). I seriously, seriously dig this. From an artistic point of view, and a "hot damn-- look at this chick's boobies" way.
Jersey Girl I really have no idea why Jersey Girl took such a critical beating. No one in the world hated Jennifer Lopez or Ben Affleck than me, especially during the whole Bennifer media blitz, so I of all people understoof why people didn't want to see this after Gigli had occured 6 months earlier. But why the critics didn't like it, I don't understand. Jersey Girl is Kevin's Smith's most genuinely funny without relying on dick-and-fart jokes (even Chasing Amy, by far Smith's best, had more than a few sophomoric jokes), and, more than that, was effectively sweet and full of heart without being syrupy. It was rather vanilla compared to his prior movies-- afterall, there are no side-switching lesbians, no blasphemous reimaginings of religion, no pot-smoking hyperactive drug dealers. But as an attempt to just tell a straight-out story about fatherhood, it delivers in spades. If that doesn't make you feel better, hey, Jennifer Lopez's character dies in the first 10 minutes.
Homedic's Back Massager My roommate and I went out to buy Christmas presents, when we ran into this gift from God himself. It's a pad you lay in your chair, and a button press later, it gives you a strong, methodical back massage. After demoing it I tried to shop around the store a bit to find something else, but I was obsessed with it. Couldn't get it out of my mind. Back massages... whenever I want them... What did I do that was so great as to be granted this opportunity? So I decided to go for it. Originally, it was supposed to to be a gift for Michelle. Then I realized we would all be using it pretty much equally. And then I realized... How could I wait until Christmas with it in the house? So I broke it open. It is as if from heaven. You really ought to spring the 100 bucks and buy one.
Banksy Do you live in London? Do you wander around downtown at all? (Do British people even call downtown London "downtown"?) Then you've undoubtedly seen the work of guerilla artist/vandal Banksy. I've never really been much to appreciate graffitti artists, but if this is how they make 'em in England, more people need to see his work and get some innovation on our street corners. You've got to at least click on this one and, my favorite, this one.
THE BAD
B.B. King, 80 I feel really, really bad about my opinion of this CD. See, I've never actually heard a blues album all the way through before, and I expected to put in 80 and get thoroughly and properly educated. Except what I'd heard was precisely what I knew it was going to be before I heard it. These are the exact same riffs, the precise rhythms that you could mimic yourself on the blues without ever having readlly heard it, with so precious little deviation. Further more, the top 40 guest apperances, besides Clapton, Van Morrison, and Billy Gibbons, are disappointing-- what the hell are Sheryl Crow and John Mayer doing here? It's not that 80 is bad-- it's a rollicking good time, in fact. But what seems like it could have been an opportune time to reintroduce BB with stunning, raw blues, are are instead served perfectly predictable, fit-for-a-commerical mainstream blues. Not bad, but you've heard it before, even if you've never sat down to seriously listen to blues.
That "beauty mark" piercing Officially the ugliest, trashiest face accessory ever.
UMD movies Do you keep seeing UMD movies at Wal-Mart, wondering what makes them so fucking special as to pay 25 dollars for them when none of the other non-triple-disc DVDs are less than 20? I'll explain. You know those PSPs everyone is so excited about? Well, they play movies in UMD format. And for some freakish reason, Sony decided to price them at 25 dollars. And you can only play them on your PSP's tiny screen! I, Robot a DVD that was priced at 13.78 at my local Target, has just been released on UMD for more than a 10 spot more! This is seriously, seriously, utterly stupid. And yet people buy them!
Poker, specifically Texas Hold 'Em style Okay, that's it. I've had enough with poker. Seriously. Enough. Yes, it's a fun game. Yes, it can be a viable alternate way to make money. But the books, the TV shows, the magazine articles, the video games, the pop-up ads... enough is enough already.
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