Friday, March 30, 2007

GTA IV Trailer

If you don't know what GTA is, don't bother watching this. If you do know what GTA is, then you'll be wanting October to come a whole lot quicker.

Sorry, no trailer to post on the blog, but here's a link:

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Bad Dubbing

So a couple of weeks ago, I had TBS on as I was eating some dinner. I was watching "Harold and Kumar," which was really funny, actually...even on TBS. Of course I had to sit through a lot of bad dubbing over any cursing.

Well, the movie ended, and the latest straight-to-video American Pie movie came on. My hands were busy shoving food into my face, so I caught the first minute of the movie, and the dubbing was even worse than anything in Harold and Kumar. Behold:

Yes, that's right, his friend is a "fuzzface" and a "funky nose booger." Well, after seeing this, I had to share this great video from "Mr. Show," which is called "Pallies":

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Happy St. Patty's Day

Happy St. Patty's Day everyone. No big plans for me today, but tonight, Heather's show closes, and I'll be seeing it again for the very last time. For those who still haven't seen it and are interested, you can go to Theatre West's website for the info. If you call, say you're a friend of Heather when you make a reservation, and you get half-off the ticket price.

But really, in honor of St. Patty's Day, I must bring out a great video that came out last year...something that makes me incredibly thankful for youtube and the internet:

Friday, March 16, 2007

Rogue Helicopter Pilot

One of my co-workers sent this to me. I must share it with the world. It is brilliant:

I wish they had given him an extra 30 seconds. I wonder what other claims he could've made.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Snooze Power: A Review of Eric Clapton at Staples Center

Tonight, I had tickets to see Eric Clapton at the Staples Center. After another long and hard day of work, I rushed from my office to Larchmont Village to grab some cash from the ATM and a couple of sicilian slices from the great Village Pizzeria for dinner. Sadly, I didn't know that the slices of pizza would be the highlight of my night.

Patry and I had bought tix for this show months ago, mainly because we both felt like we should see Clapton before he stops touring or dies (whichever comes first). While I enjoy Clapton, I'm not a huge fan, so I don't know a lot of his material. In my opinion, the few albums I had in the past were spotty at best, and even his greatest hits albums weren't all that great. But that being said, he is Eric Clapton. Slowhand. "Clapton is God!" Etc. The legend had to be seen.

But since we bought the tickets, Patry had to go to Hawaii for work and he donated the 2nd ticket to me. So I shared it with my friend and writing partner, Evil Blake, who is a big Clapton fan.

I rushed to Staples, got parking, and as I tried to wolf down my dinner in my car, I got a call from Blake that the opener, Robert Cray, had finished and Clapton was about to come out. So I rushed to the arena, half-eaten slice in one hand, my root beer in another, hoping not to miss too much of the show.

By the time I got in, Clapton had just started, but I could only hear a muffled tune - something I was unfamiliar with. Sadly, this would be a preview of the show: bad sound and unfamiliar music.

I got to my seat, which was upper level. I had seen a number of shows at Staples from this perspective, (U2, McCartney, the Stones) so I knew that while the stage may seem far away, most acts will compensate with a great stage, major screens, and a great sound system to reach the masses. Sadly, Clapton did not. The staqe was a basic, bare stage with only a rug in the midst of it. There were two flimsy screens hanging just below the upper deck that were kind of hard to see. And the sound quality was about as good as it should have been for an opening act: it was a bit tinny, the vocals were buried, and it just wasn't very loud.

Another thing I've learned after seeing a number of big shows is how important pacing is. The good acts know what the 18,000 fans are there to see: the big hits. And if you play a lot of big hits, you can pepper in some of the new tracks from your latest album or some of the lesser-known tracks from older albums. And if your latest album is huge, then you can play a lot of new tracks. The biggest hit Clapton played in the first hour-and-twenty minutes was a cover of Hendrix's "Little Wing." To finish the first set, he finally played some songs everyone knew: "Wonderful Tonight," followed by "Layla." The encore was an extended "Cocaine" and an incredibly sluggish "Crossroads." Other than that, the only song I recognized was a tune from the "Unplugged" album and a few tunes that sounded familiar, but it was probably more from the basic blues riffs than the actual song. There was no "Sunshine of Your Love." No "White Room." No "Blues Power" or "Bell Bottom Blues." No "Let It Rain." Just a bunch of songs I didn't really know so well.

Not only was the show lacking in hits, it was lacking energy, which to me is almost worse than not playing the hits. I mean, trust me, Clapton can play the fuck out of his guitar, and he's got a very talented band (including the incredibly impressive Derek Trucks playing one hell of a slide guitar), but for all their technical talent, it lacked a certain passion. And you could tell by looking at the audience. Obviously, it was an older crowd, but I've been at shows with crowds this old, and I've never seen a group so sort of "meh" about the whole thing. There was clapping, screaming, some whistling, smoke from a whole bunch of one-hitters and bowls, and all the other typical goodies you'd have at a concert. But there wasn't that sense of "Oh my God, this show is totally melting my mind with greatness!" as I've felt at amazing shows. It was more of an, "Well, isn't this lovely, seeing Eric Clapton perform tonight?" attitude. Honestly, I was just hoping he'd finish quickly so I could come home and go to sleep: "I'm fucking tired, Eric. Please play your hits and hurry up so I can go home and sleep. Thank you."

And let me also bitch about this: every song featured solos...not necessarily Clapton solos, but random band member solos. I leaned over to Evil Blake as the show ended and joked, "The only ones who didn't solo were the back-up singers." And it wasn't that much of a joke. I mean, Clapton let the other two guitar players solo almost more than he did. Now, both of the guitarists were really talented, and while I appreciate generosity, I came to see Eric Clapton, not the two guys playing with him. But let's add in a couple of organ, piano, and bass solos, as well as a few spotlights on the drummer. Damn you for being so team oriented on a solo tour, Eric Clapton!

But now I'm hope and I've vented and feel so much better. I would say that this would rank towards the bottom of the list of concerts I've seen. Just a total bummer. I'll stick with the recordings - I can play them loud and I know Eric's taking all the solos. But hey, at least I can say I saw Clapton play...when his other guitarists didn't.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Sunday Morning Moping

I was enjoying Bushmills last night - too much of it. This is how I feel today:

Friday, March 09, 2007


Ladies and gentlemen, Jim Gaffigan:

Sunday, March 04, 2007


For those who haven't heard of Pinkberry, it's a frozen yogurt place that, in the last year, became a hot spot in LA. A lone Pinkberry opened up in West Hollywood a couple of years ago, and as the hype machine grew louder last summer, it became so popular that people would double park and risk getting a park ticket while they waited on line for an hour just to try some. It was getting tons of press, but no one I know had tried it.

Now, there's a Pinkberry popping up in every neighborhood - one just opened up right around the corner from our apartment. So the other day, a few people from the office went to lunch and across the street was another new Pinkberry location. So we decided to finally dive in and try the infamous "Crackberry."

There are only two flavors (original and green tea) but multiple toppings (fresh fruit, chocolate chips, cereals) to create some sort of diversity. I decided to go with original with some chocolate chips and cookies and cream sprinkled atop. It really looked delicious. But when I took my first spoonful, I was taken aback: it wasn't the vanilla flavor that I so wished it to be, but an incredibly tangy nothingness.

But I had just spent $5 on a small frozen yogurt, and I'll be damned if I give up after just one taste. So I scooped out a second spoonful, this time chock full o' chocolate chips. But the tang overwhelmed any hint of chocolate to the point that I wanted to spit it out. I mean, there really was no taste but tang and awful, and, let's face it, I'm a much bigger fan of sweet and delicious. Of course, I was the lone hater amongst my co-workers, so instead of throwing it out, I let them divvy it up and finish it for me.

Before going into the Pinkberry, I was a bit suspicious that it was all just a bit of hype over very little. After tasting it, I truly believe that there's no way in the world this could continue to be a massively big "thing." I'm guessing most people just like being part of a "scene" as opposed to actually liking the yogurt. It's really just frozen yogurt with no flavor. I can't imagine if I had gone to the original location when it was at the peak of popularity and waited on line for an hour just for some shitty frozen yogurt. I probably would've thrown my frozen yogurt at their window, and yelled out, "Damn you, Pinkberry!!!!" Or maybe I just would've whined and bitched about it like I'm doing now.

On a side note, as we were there, waiting in line, a couple of people in front of us had ordered the largest size available. As they picked up their massive bowls from the counter, they looked at their yogurt suspiciously. They complained that one bowl had more yogurt in it than another. They whined that they wanted their giant bowls of yogurt weighed on a scale to prove their point. Finally, after making a huge stink, one of the employees grabbed the bowls and put them on a small scale. The difference in weight between the two was barely anything, but the customers were adamant that each weigh exactly the same. So the employee added an extra dab of yogurt to the lighter bowl, which evened things out and seemed to make the customers very happy. I guess frozen yogurt will make people do strange things.