look at the pretty colors

look at the pretty colors

Any great weekend starts with

Any great weekend starts with a Ween concert. It was exhilirating to get out of the city early on a Friday and head to the Jersey shore in an '81 Monte Carlo. The cops were being complete assholes in Sea Bright, but what else do they have to do? The venue was quintessential Jersey, but a great size place for the show and everyone was comfortably smushed. Dr. Rock was, as confirmed by Mike Elliott, a culmination of human excellence and Enter Sandman "rocked like thunder from the gods." A good rock'n'roll show. Somehwere along the line I stepped into the Atlantic Ocean by accident and now my shoe smells a bit mildewy... worse things have happened.

Movie Pick of the Week:

Movie Pick of the Week: By now I've forgotten what Memento was about -- or if I even saw it -- and I neglected to have my review tattooed on my body, so I'll have to pass. But I wrote on the back of a receipt "Don't believe Joe Pantoliano," for some reason. I'll try not to. If only Keanu had known....
Meanwhile, at the risk of humiliating myself, I'll have to recommend "Enemy at the Gates," which I loved, instead. And not just because of Jude Law. Okay, MOSTLY because of Jude Law. Second only to watching him get plugged in by Jennifer Jason Leigh in Existenz (How did she ever bring herself to shut him down?), was watching him shoot Nazis faster than metal ducks at a street festival in this flick. (While Law may not take home an Oscar, I hear he has twenty goldfish in wee plastic bags). A "shepherd from the Urals," Law is, um, thrust to prominence when Joseph Fiennes, a Soviet propagandist in Lenin-like little glasses, decided to cast him to symbolize the Russkie side of the Battle of Stalingrad. (In case you napped through most of middle school, the Russians win and Hitler is defeated -- remember?) Fiennes is a bit cheesy, as is rent-a-heroine Rachel Weisz of Mummy "fame," as is Human Cheekbone Ed Harris -- but Law makes it all seem worthwhile, as does the clever Fifty-Ways-to-Dodge-Your-Sniper script. Warning: Don't see it if you didn't like Titanic; many of the pleasures and flaws are the same.

i’m sitting in a computer

i’m sitting in a computer class playing internet blackjack and drinking soda and searching the web and a teacher just asks me “... What separates the object from the method?” my answer is time and wrong. still i find out about Z ROCK HAWAII and Mickey Moist. I also win 500 make-believe dollars.

trivia: 2 1/2 days until the greatest concert of this week in NJ in Sea Bright on Ocean Ave by that deli on friday.

Two chirping little birdies flew

Two chirping little birdies flew onto the fire escape outside the window at work. Springtime commenceth!

You may have noticed that

You may have noticed that we were down for a couple days this past week. My hosting service claims that the hard disk was hosed but they were able to retrieve all the data from my account and in addition moved us over to a server that's thrice as fast, so you should see some speedups, hopefully =). They were very courteous and I may even get a free month out of it! In other news, I went to view Memento last night with a few peeps. More of a puzzle than a movie, I left with a headache. It's something to think about on the subway though. Hopefully Julie will have some more witty and insightful things to say about it.

Movie Pick of the Week:

Movie Pick of the Week: In the Mood for Love. Set in Hong Kong in the 50s and 60s. With Maggie Cheung and Tony Leung. (Remember him from "The Lover"? His suits are even nicer here, if possible.) Best aspect of movie: No one ever says "You assholes can suck my New Jersey Dick." Sadly, no appearance by Ween is made. Nevertheless, this is a beautifully filmed, glamorous movie with shades of Bogart and Bacall and lots of drifting, rising, pre-Surgeon General's warning cigarette smoke. (As my film theory prof once said, commenting on the Maltese Falcon: "She's so hot . . . he smokes.") Genuine sexual tension results from the lack of actual sex, and of Freddie Prinze Jr. Nookie substitutes in this paean to repression: noodles, cigarettes, rainfall, whispering into dank holes in a wall in Cambodia, footage of Prince Sihanouk. Does this couple ever get together? It would be a spoiler to say. Do they smoke a lot? Si.

While we're on the ween

While we're on the ween kick, the following passage from the Ween European Tour 2000 makes me glad that I am not a rock star. Props to those poor bastards:
8/31 Wiesen Festival, Austria It's a long fucking drive from Amsterdam to Austria with no days off. We were 6 hrs.late and arrived just in time to set up our shit and play... between the Deftones and Blink 182. Needless to say, the crowd hated us...and it took about 2 minutes into our set for me to get hit with the first beer can. This trend continued for the duration of our performance and climaxed with me getting hit in the face with a full cup of liquid during "The Blarney Stone." At first I thought it was human piss, but it was cold enough where I realized that it was probably just beer. You assholes can suck my New Jersey dick.
Ween rocks - I'm off to buy some tickets.

Beware the st ides of

Beware the st ides of march
gore won buddah lost
now enter the boognish
and feel the oneness @
WEENRADIO

Goodness! Pans and picks abound

Goodness! Pans and picks abound - fantastic. Yesterday I bought a filing box, you know, for my taxes. Nothing unusual here unless you consider the fact that this is my first filing box ever. Organization be damned!

Video Pick of the Week:

Video Pick of the Week: Smokey and the Bandit (1977)
starring Burt Reynolds, Jerry Reed, Jackie Gleason & ...Charo.

Don't just see it. Be it.

Movie Pan of the Week:

Movie Pan of the Week: "Pollock." Splat. Splat. Dribble. Dribble. A not-that-great Great American painter spawns a not-that-great Great American movie. My kid, if I had one, could have done that, at least with a little paint thinner and a lot of alcohol. Pollock squeeze Lee Krasner bitches and whines; Pollock thunders and grovels. Nature inspires art. Dogs run to Pollock; Pollock's dog gets run over by a car; Pollok begs Hamptons vet to save dog: "He was a beautiful dog." Clement Greenberg tries to convince Pollock art is just paint; Pollock goes for it. Lots of paint follows, somewhat less art. Life magazine comes to visit. Splat, splat, spill, spill, desecrate own painting, then pause mid-desecration, for You Cannot Desecrate That Which You Love. Paint straight from the can; drink straight from the bottle. Use kitchen objects to get the cap off your beer; try to drink beer while riding bike, leading to beer spillage. Beer becomes motif. Gain 30 pounds a la Tom Hanks in Cast Away, start to resemble Hemingway. Tiny Ed Harris butt gives way to large Ed Harris gut. Lee Krasner gives way to floozy played by Jennifer Connelly. Air of dissipation intensifies. All that you can leave behind amount to lots and lots of very expensive paint. If only Pollock had had a little masking tape to avoid those unprofessional smears!

I am pleased to announce

I am pleased to announce the addition of a new feature on spondooliks.org: Movie Pick of the Week by Julie Hilden. Julie will be posting video and movie reviews of all kinds while pretending to work at Transparensee where we both enjoy employment. Eventually I'd like to keep a page dedicated to these reviews so on those days when you just don't know what to rent, "Ahoy spondooliks!!" Anyone else who would like to write reviews for anything let me know.
PS - Where's the snow!!!!???

Movie Pick of the Week:

Movie Pick of the Week: A documentary called The Gospel of Philip K. Dick. Warning: Features endless animated typing by animated "writer," in which animated "paper" is repeatedly inserted into animated "typewriter," as well as repetitive music apparently the product of a home synthesizer used by a guy who would rather have been playing air guitar. But has its merits, including unintentional humor. Merits: Introduces viewer to cool, stoned-out former Rolling Stone writer and PKD chronicler Paul Williams, who still wears hair like hero of "Almost Famous," and to creator of pkdslepthere.com, who apparently subjected girlfriend to digital camera photography of, and visits to, every place PKD had ever been. Also offers explanations for break-in and dynamiting of PKD safe which either held drugs . . . or, um, didn't . . . and speculates on possible CIA involvement in said break-in, as well as involvement of "Dark Haired Girl" on whom PKD apparently had pedophilic crush. Comparisons to Watergate are made. Explains PKD religious experience of pink beam of light emanating from "Christian fish" worn by deliveryperson bringing PKD prescription drugs, leading to PKD 8000 page "Exegesis" about all his religious thought, leading interview subject to speculate re growth of PKD religion in next 100 years. (The It-Happened-For-Hubbard Theory). All in all, much funnier than any Christopher Guest mockumentary could ever be.

This is a reposting (the

This is a reposting (the original posting got erased somehow??):

Ween 3/23 - Sea Bright, NJ Tradewinds
Video Pick of the Week: The Hustler (1961)
starring Paul Newman, George C. Scott, Jackie Gleason & more.