Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Coins In Their Eyes Represent the Money They Owe

A Humble Request for Accountability--Ladies and gentlemen, blog readers young and old, I come to you seeking the company of those who would hold me accountable in the following endeavor: In my life-long quest to oppose James Cameron at every turn, I have to this point in my life (currently 26 years, 10 days, 18 hours and 35 minutes) avoided seeing a single movie by the aforementioned Canadian director.

Yes, that means no Terminator, no Abyss, no True Lies, no Terminator 2, no Titanic, and now, no Avatar.

I wish for all of you to hold me accountable in this heroic endeavor. People of the Internet and People of the Future, if you one day come across this blog on your journey across the interwebs, ask me, question me, even interrogate me as to whether I have seen a flick by "The King of the World" and deal with me ever so harshly if I have.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

May I Inquire Discreetly

One of my favorite parts about starting work here in Houston has been the fact that I get to walk every day from the parking garage where I leave the Green Machine each morning to the SECOND TALLLEST BUILDING IN TEXAS (I thought that needed to be in all caps, and surely you agree) through the illustrious downtown Houston tunnel system.

It's not that I get that much of a thrill from walking below ground (although that might be some huge perk for people who admire moles or gophers), but it always seems like one of those places where you could see this scene from HEAT breaking out in front of you.

The bank on the tunnel level of the building has this giant vault with one of those huge rotating wheels on it, and both days I have gone up the escalator to the elevators on the ground floor, I kept expecting Val Kilmer, Tom Sizemore, and Robert De Niro to show up and start raising hell.
Who knows, my friends? Maybe that will be the special treat each and every Wednesday at THE SECOND TALLEST BUILDING IN TEXAS.

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Friday, April 3, 2009

This Was My Big Secret, How I'd Get Ahead

One of my favorite books as a child? Check.

A trailer complete with a great song from a band that I highly enjoy? Check again.

A screenplay co-written by Spike Jonze and Dave Eggers? Check once again for good measure.

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Monday, March 16, 2009

Who Will Dance On the Floor In the Round?

Congratulations to Mr. John Middleton for correctly naming "Say It Ain't So" by Weezer as the Friday Song of the Day.

If a Phi Beta Kappa graduate of Harvard like Rivers Cuomo can use "ain't", I guess it's okay for the rest of us common folk.

In the realm of addressing topics about two months too late, I was able to catch Slumdog Millionaire on Saturday, and let me tell you, in the category of "movies that incorporate the Indian version of Who Wants to Be Millionaire and also won an Oscar for Best Picture" (a surprisingly narrow category), I don't think I've ever seen a finer film. Seriously though, if the voters of the Academy didn't sway you, I'll add my voice to the chorus: Go do yourself a favor and pick up Slumdog when it comes out on DVD two weeks after St. Patty's Day, a.k.a. March 31. Tell them Jamal Malik sent you.

Current Reading


The Forever War by Dexter Filkins


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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Now They Make New Movies in Old Black and White

Among the many shortcomings of modern sports broadcasting, some of the most egregious offenders are the painfully awkward promotional spots that are wedged into breaks in the action.

Even though I cannot see Joe Buck's face when he is forced to extol the virtues of the next episode of "Hole in the Wall", I have no doubt that Joe's attorney tells his client to smile as he silently reviews the announcer's contract with Fox before each and every descent into that world of advertising purgatory.
All of this came to a head last Saturday afternoon when I heard the venerable Verne Lundquist say the following words during the CBS broadcast of the Kentucky-Alabama game:
"Tune in on Monday at 9/8 central for the latest hijinks of Charlie, Alan, and Jake on America's #1 Comedy, Two and a Half Men."

For a second the words washed over me without recognition, but as my mind changed gears from the Rules of Evidence to the Southeastern Conference on a Saturday afternoon, I came to a horrible realization:
What if Verne's right? What if Two and a Half Men really is America's #1 comedy? Is that the kind of world in which I want to live? Isn't that infinitely worse than an economy in turmoil or the fact that Shakespeare in Love beat Saving Private Ryan for the 1998 Best Picture Oscar?

My momentary fears subsided because I've only spoken to one other human being since Saturday who actually knows someone who has watched the show, but let me tell you, I was thrown for a loop there, folks.

I mean, that's almost absurd as telling me that Beverly Hills Chihuahua is currently sitting atop the box-office sales tally.

What's that?

You're serious?

If you'll excuse me, I need to head down to the fall-out shelter.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Life is Short But Sweet For Certain



In a world without Don LaFontaine...who's going to do all those movie trailers?

Also, the Jig and Twig points out LaFontaine's successor should only be one man, Pablo Francisco.

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Monday, August 18, 2008

I Cross Over Lines and I Broke All the Rules

Congratulations to Mr. Andrew Tuegel for correctly naming "Warehouse" by the Dave Matthews Band as the Song of the Day for Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Them's the rules, folks. If a song is not named, the lyrics carry over until someone rises to the challenge. It's a bit like the Skins Game, except for the fact that at the Skins Game already wealthy golfers increase their wealth and here, well, let's just say that there's not a lot of wealth development happening as a result of victory in the Song of the Day Contest.

Here's the question of the day, ladies and gentlemen: Has anyone out there in the blogosphere seen The Pineapple Express yet*? If so, do you recommend it? Thumbs Up? Thumbs Down?


The more perceptive readers will note that I am actually waiting for you to spend your hard-earned money on a hit or miss proposition before I spend my hard-earned money on what is hopefully not a hit or miss proposition. It may seem sinister, it may seem coldly calculating, but in reality, it's just an application of the tools in front of me. In a paraphrase of Newman from Seinfeld fame, "When you control the (blog), you control...information."

*For the benefit of the Texas Board of Law Examiners, no, I do not smoke marijuana, nor have I have ever, in the words of Bill Clinton, "inhaled".

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Friday, July 25, 2008

Men With Insight, Men In Granite

Congratulations to Mr. Joseph R. Halbert for correctly naming "Wishlist" by Pearl Jam as the Wednesday Song of the Day. Those of you who are paying close attention will note that Joey merely named the Pearl Jam album, Yield, which contains "Wishlist", but in my book, that's good enough.

Even though I was a week late, I went to see the following film this afternoon and thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed it.

For those who have not yet seen The Dark Knight, I can only add my endorsement to the chorus of other voices praising the movie. For those who don't want to see the film, well, you might just find yourself participating in "the pencil trick", if you know what I mean.

Thoughts on the film? Love it? Hate it? Disappointed? Surprised?

I would love to hear.

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Friday, May 9, 2008

Secretly, I Want You Buried in the Yard

I'm not sure who this Jason Hunter fellow is, and from the level of detail it could be a Lost staffer writing under a pseudonym, but he's basically written the Lost Theory-manifesto to end all Lost Theory manifestos.

Lost: A Theory on Time Travel


Based on the fact that 1996 is one of the key years in Hunter's "Time Loop Theory" related to the island, perhaps he can go back and remind a 12-year old Justin Scott to enjoy the only playoff victory in Texas Rangers team history a bit more.

Oh, he should also remind me that Independence Day was the last good movie Jeff Goldblum ever appeared in. Just to think, my friends, after Jurassic Park there was so much promise. So much promise.

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Friday, February 29, 2008

I Said I Don't Know If I Was the Boxer or the Bag

Congratulations to Mr. Ben Grant for correctly naming "Mexican Cousin" from the Phish album Round Room as the Thursday Song of the Day.

A few notes on a rainy Friday night in Waco:

Speaking of Phish, you just have to love the following video of "First Tube", if only for the priceless documentation of Caucasian dance moves. Take notes and learn from the masters, my friends.

Today, Liverpool wrapped up a 4-year, 17 million pound deal with Argentinian midfielder Javier Mascherano. You know what this means, right? Yes, you didn't spend all of that time in vain learning to sing "Ja-vi-er Masch-er-a-no" to the tune of The White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army". Not hearing it? Just sing it in your head. Duh-duh-duh Duhhh-duh-duh-duh. I hope that gets stuck in your head as well. If not, here you go:

Oh, Semi-Pro came out today? Man, I really have a hankering for a new deodorant in my life. How's Old-Spice? I really wish they had a more effective marketing plan.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Wondering If We Spent Our Living Days Well

Thanks to everyone who has submitted entries thus far for this week's Caption Contest. Be sure to keep them coming through Sunday. In the words of LBJ: "Vote early, and vote often."

An event that occurred yesterday has captured my mind, and I've come to the most discerning readership in the entire world for answers. In the midst of a conversation where my friend [name removed to protect the innocent] made a joke about a "mer-man", I threw out the Zoolander "Mer-man! (High pitched cough). Mer-man!!" quote. Hours later, another one of my friends, [name again removed to protect the innocent], called me out for quoting movies that were "cool in 2001."
Here's the question: What's the applicable statute of limitations on quoting a given movie? 2 years? 5 years? 10 years? Until the end of time in the right situations?

These are things I need to know. The other day, I'm pretty sure I utilized a Sandlot "For-ev-er" courtesy of Michael "Squints" Paladoris and received a positive response, but was that simply pity rather than honor and respect?
Let me know, dear readers. I eagerly await your responses.

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Saturday, December 29, 2007

It's Been Raining for Hours, There's Water Everywhere

2007: Part Deux
July:

August:

September:

October:

November:

December:

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Friday, December 28, 2007

I'm Still Out on Sunset in a Taxicab

2007: A Look Back at a Year in the Life of Running Down a Dream

January

February:


March:


April:

May:

June:

Check back tomorrow for the July-December recap.

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Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I Don't Ever Wanna Feel Like I Did That Day

I would write more about Liverpool's 2-0 loss to Chelsea today in the quarterfinals of the Carling Cup, but I might start cursing, and this is a family-friendly blog after all. Once more with feeling, John Middleton, I hope you're happy.

My buddies from ACU and I have an email group that we communicate on frequently, and today, as I was picking people's brains on No Country for Old Men, my friend Brandon presented the following question:
Jason Bourne v. Anton Chigurh, Who wins?

Frankly, I think we all win in that situation. Well, except for the numerous folks killed by the aforementioned duo. Because those characters represent two of the most definitive one-man wrecking crews in recent cinema history, we're breaking this one down Dr. Jack Ramsay style to determine the victor once and for all.

Bio:

  • Chigurh: psychopathic killer employed by drug kingpins to track down money lost in a drug deal gone horribly wrong.
  • Bourne: A CIA trained assassin who speaks a minimum of 7 languages.
  • Advantage: Bourne. Who doesn't love a man who can tell you how you're about to die in Italian, Spanish, French, Dutch, Russian, or English?

Driving Skills:

  • Chigurh: Throughout the film, we see him driving a myriad of vehicles (most of a Dodge make) so we know he is versatile. The only downside is that he is always driving on deserted West Texas highways so we have no idea whether he can handle a little stress on the roadway.
  • Bourne: Do I really need to regale you with tales of Bourne driving a 1970's era Mini Cooper through the streets of Paris in what is probably the best chase scene committed to film since The French Connection? Furthermore, the chase scene in The Bourne Ultimatum caused both of my parents to cringe at least 25 times when we watched the film last summer.
  • Advantage: Jason Bourne by a large margin. Honestly, what takes more skill, driving between Marfa and Del Rio or navigating the streets and alleys of Paris at breakneck speed? I thought so.

Disregard for Human Life:

  • Chigurh: Let's see here, the guy kills a deputy simply for pulling him over, then proceeds to take the dead deputy's car out to a remote stretch of road just so he can pull over an unsuspecting motorist and observe the killing utility of a cattle stun gun attached to an oxygen tank. Yes, he's one bad hombre.
  • Bourne: He obviously tears through the U.S. consulate in Zurich like a whirlwind, but lest we forget, he froze up when he had a chance to finish off Wombosi on the yacht simply because he sees one of Wombosi's children. Jason, it's all about focus and you were judged and found wanting.
  • Advantage: Chigurh by a large margin. Joey mentioned in a recent comment that Chigurh might just be one of the most chilling movie villains since Hannibal Lecter. Even though it drives me crazy when people make unnecessary noise in movies, people were actually gasping when he would appear onscreen. Again, it drove me crazy, but there's no denying his presence.

Love Interests:

  • Chigurh: None, unless you count the uber-creepy semi-erotic look he had on his face as he strangled the hapless deputy with his own handcuffs. In fact, that was so disturbing we'll just move on to Bourne.
  • Bourne: An excellent case-study in why women are drawn to the brooding, dark male figure. After he wins the enduring affection of Marie Helena Kreutz in the first two films, he moves on after her death to a new fling with Nicky Parsons, played by Julia Stiles. He did have an odd way of ending up with women who cut and then dyed their hair black in order to maintain a covert identity.
  • Advantage: Since the closest Chigurh came to connecting with another human being was his floor tussle with the deputy, Bourne wins this category easily.

What Others Say About Them:

  • Chigurh: "Just how dangerous is he?" "Compared to what? The bubonic plague?"
  • Bourne: "Listen, people - do you have any idea who you're dealing with? This is Jason Bourne. You are nine hours behind the toughest target you have ever tracked. Now I want everyone to sit down, strap in, and turn on all you've got. That would mean now."
  • Advantage: Chigurh. When people are comparing you to a pandemic that ravaged 14th-century Europe, that's really as much as you can hope for in this life.

What They're Saying to Others:

  • Chigurh: "I think you do. So this is what I'll offer - you bring me the money and I'll let her go. Otherwise she's accountable, same as you. That's the best deal you're gonna get. I won't tell you you can save yourself, because you can't. "
  • Bourne: "Where are you now?" "I'm sitting in my office." "I doubt that." "Why would you doubt that?" "If you were in your office right now we'd be having this conversation face-to-face."
  • Advantage: Bourne. It's easier to talk trash to a guy about killing him and his wife when you're across the Rio Grande, but it's much more difficult to talk smack from the director's office of a covert-CIA program. Well done, Jason.

Potential Marketing Opportunities:

  • Chigurh: What kid doesn't want an officially-licensed, Coen brothers signed, Anton Chigurh action-figure this hristmas complete with an oxygen-fueled cattle stun gun and a removable toupee?
  • Bourne: If Jason Bourne hasn't been hired by NASCAR or the Charles Berlitz language schools by this point, well, I just don't know what to tell you.
  • Advantage: Chigurh. I'm tired of all of the action figures on the market having perfectly manicured hairstyles that would make David Beckham jealous. Chigurh makes the Unabomber look like a fashion-maven and presents a breath of fresh air to the staid action figure world.

Staying Power:

  • Chigurh: We are only able to see Anton's maniacal genius in one novel and one film. Until author Cormac McCarthy decides to delve back into the story, we have a singular, bloody showing from Mr. Chigurh.
  • Bourne: As they always say, "All good things come in threes." We have a trio of novels from Rober Ludlum chronicling the story of Bourne and three accompanying films.
  • Advantage: Bourne. As the Hall-of-Fame voters look at a player's "body of work", I'm looking at the total product from Bourne. This is not a mark against the tremendous work of Chigurh in "No Country...", but a recognition that he needs to replicate the feat in order to enter the stratosphere.

Dramatic Foils:

  • Chigurh: Llewellyn Moss (played by Josh Brolin), Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (played by Tommy Lee Jones), and Carson Wells (played by Woody Harrelson). A trio of cowboy hat wearing Texans that are defined by their words and actions.
  • Bourne: Alexander Conklin (Chris Cooper), Ward Abbott (Brian Cox), the Professor (Clive Owen), Noah Vosen (David Straithairn), and Dr. Albert Hirsch (Albert Finney). Usually this list of bozos were not even worthy of setting foot in the same room as Bourne, although Brian Cox's performance were practically indistinguishable from the characters he also played in Troy or X-Men. Judging from how quickly Brian mailed in the performances in the aforementioned movies, there must have been a little problem with mortgage payments in the Cox household during the 2002-2004 period.
  • Advantage: Chigurh. Even though Ed Tom Bell had two first names, he always seemed as though he was in on a joke that no else had heard yet. The quality of a character is often determined by those around him, and Chigurh had worthy opponents in Moss, Bell, and Wells. Also, it should be noted that Chigurh was considerate enough to avoid staining his boots with Wells's blood after Carson meet his demise.

Conclusion:

  • Chigurh: A thoroughly terrifying figure that has already elicited fearful appraisals from a few of my friends. I'm pretty sure that no one will ever look at an oxygen tank in quite the same way again. I know I won't.
  • Bourne: A classic story of redemption from a life of violence to a life of peace, but who watches movies about that?
  • Advantage: Bourne. In the final count Bourne wins by a count of 5 to 4 in the arbitary categories constructed by yours truly.

Perhaps you see it differently, and if you do, let me know. Oh, another thing, don't tell Anton that I said he wasn't the best. Thanks.



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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Leavin' on a Southern Train, Only Yesterday You Lied

In the annual lunacy that surrounds the 17th of December, I somehow used multiple song lyrics yesterday and created chaos that made Attica look tame by comparison.

The first Monday Song of the Day award goes to Mrs. Sarah Yee for correctly naming "Tribute" by Tenacious D, and the second Monday Song of the Day award goes to Mr. Tim Henderson for correctly naming "Badlands" by Bruce Springsteen. In the future I will make my best efforts to restrain the madness for the greater societal good.

I would write more tonight but I'm currently hiding in my room from the killing machine that is Anton Chigurh.
I finally saw No Country for Old Men tonight, and if I ever see a pale, poorly coiffed man walking my way holding an oxygen tank, I'm running the other way faster than millions of Americans could jump off of the Roger Clemens Hall-of-Fame bandwagon.

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Monday, December 3, 2007

I Could Solve Some Mysteries Too

In a culture that has grown accustomed to those that we refer to as "celebrities" appearing in the news for less than stellar reasons, it is refreshing to see one such celebrity using his fame for the greater good. Today in New Orleans, Brad Pitt presented designs from 13 architects around the country that will serve as the foundation for the Make It Right Project, which serves to build and finance affordable, environmentally-efficient housing in the city's 9th Ward.
It might be easy to dismiss Pitt's involvement in the project as mere posturing based on the charitable work of his significant other, but what is not so easy to dismiss is his commitment of $5 million dollars towards the project. Currently, the project only has funding for 5 of the 150 homes that it seeks to build over the next two years, but something tells that Pitt might be able to round up the surviving remnant of Project Mayhem to engage in a bit of not so subtle fundraising persuasion.



I think I'm beginning to understand why my sister really went into interior design.

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Sunday, November 25, 2007

If You Said Goodbye to Me Tonight, There Would Still Be Music Left to Write

Congratulations to Mr. John Middleton for correctly naming "Your Song" by Elton John as the Wednesday Song of the Day. Mr. Middleton's derisive and utterly contemptible pro-Chelsea F.C. comments were purposefully ignored in the name of tasteful restraint on my part.

Now that I have returned to the Land of the Bear after a festive holiday weekend in the Pines, let's check the tally sheet:
  • Were mountains of stuffing/dressing consumed? Yes.

  • Did turkey comprise a portion of at least 90% of my meals in the last 3 days? Yes.

  • Did I thoroughly enjoy the Cowboys-Jets, LSU-Arkansas, and Tennessee-Kentucky games? Yes.

  • Did I actually see my father sit on the couch and watch a large segment of Singin' in the Rain on Wednesday night? Yes.

  • Was I one of the shopping-addicted Americans that ventured forth from my post-Thanksgiving food coma to waltz through the doors of a Kohl's department store at 4 a.m. on Friday morning? Absolutely not. I would rather live in a world where Nickelback actually sold over 6 million copies of their last album in the United States. Wait, what's that? Ladies and gentlemen, it seems I have just been informed by the research department here at Running Down a Dream that my deepest fear actually took place. Repent, my friends, for the end is coming sooner than any of us thought.

All in all, I was thankful for a little time to wade through a very enjoyable read, Warren St. John's Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer: A Journey into the Heart of Fan Mania. The book chronicles St. John's season following the University of Alabama Crimson Tide football team through the literal vehicle of the RV caravan of hardcore fans that accompanies the Tide wherever they go. More specifically, the title of the book is taken from a chant familiar to the 'Bama faithful, which provides the cap to big wins by their favorite squad.

I'm not going to become a supporter of the Crimson Tide anytime in the near future, but it's hard not to laugh (and cry) at the devotion of their fans that St. John captures in his tale of fandom taken to its extremes.

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Monday, November 19, 2007

If You've Never Stared Off Into the Distance, Then Your Life is a Shame

Congratulations to Ms. Villescas for correctly naming "Bring It On Home to Me" by Sam Cooke as the Sunday Song of the Day.

As I was talking to one of my friends this weekend about his upcoming 24th birthday, I stopped for a moment and thought, "I'm old enough to have friends that are 24? When did this happen?" I know that some of the older (I won't say old outright) readers of this blog may laugh at such a thought, but sometimes it seems like just a few days ago I was sitting there in Holloway Middle School working my way through 7th grade Texas History.

Despite that feeling that life is moving way too quickly, there are moments when I realize that there is still so much to see, do, and experience. On some level I understand exactly what Robin Williams means in Good Will Hunting when he describes the critical difference between knowledge and experience.




At 23, it's as if the entire world is waiting out there and I hear a small voice whispering, "Your move, Chief."



Current Reading


Miracle in the Andes: 72 Days on the Mountain and My Long Trek Home by Nando Parrado with Vince Rause

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Friday, November 2, 2007

Nobody Knows, Nobody Sees, Nobody Knows But Me

Quick Hits on a Friday spent studying for Finals:
  • David Brooks (NY Times) envisions Sen. Hillary Clinton channeling Jack Nicholson's Col. Nathan Jessup. It's as entertaining as it sounds.
  • In a statement that will surely anger one Cris Carpenter, I cannot believe that the (Super)Sonics are likely moving to OKC. I realize that the Hornets received a warm welcome in Oklahoma's state capitol, but it just does not seem right for Oklahoma City (metro area pop. 1,266,455) to have an NBA team instead of Seattle (metro area pop. 3,263,497). I know that the relative sizes of the metropolitan areas are not the only concern, but due to the large possibility that the NBA will not grant a new expansion franchise in the near future, Seattle basketball fans may be entering a very dark period.
  • It looks like Uncle Ridley (Scott) has produced a riveting film with standout performances by Denzel Washington and Russell Crowe:
    "Washington is brilliant. He makes sense of a man who could move his mother into a mansion and love the joy on her face, and yet coldly place a Browning 9mm against a competitor's forehead and reply to the question "What are you going to do, Frank, shoot me in front of all these people?" by shooting him in front of all those people. Washington seems to have a secret mechanism by which he turns his face off; it goes from a vibrant, expressive projection of humanity and empathy to a stone-killer executioner's mask so fast it's scary. He makes you fear Frank. Yet he also makes you love Frank. That's the key to the thing, the charisma of the man who triumphs over the system. And so identified with this theme is American Gangster that its other hero, Richie, is also defined as an outsider. The movie seems to be saying: When the inside is so corrupt, you must turn to outsiders. "
  • Update: An American Gangster review from Running Down a Dream's most widely read-commenter (though he would probably prefer to be identified otherwise), Mr. Dan Carlson.

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Sleight of Hand and Twist of Fate

Congratulations to Mr. Heath Nickalus Huston for correctly naming "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger as the Friday Song of the Day.

Perhaps I'm going crazy here, but did anyone else (besides my Dad) think that the referee in the LSU-Kentucky game yesterday was a dead-ringer for the actor John Beasley?
I kept waiting for him to walk to midfield and give another rousing inspirational speech like the one he delivered in Rudy or to pull another hidden-ball trick like the one in Little Big League. Alas, my waiting was in vain as he only presided over the downfall of the nation's #1 team.

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