Real quick-gotta get this off my chest.
Spider-Man 4 is an inevitability. Sam Raimi's on board, Tobey too...all well and good. These folks would have to try to fail to make a worse Spidey movie than the third embarrassing installment was. Well, it seems they are headed in that direction. The problem is having a proper villain that is well known outside of hardcore Spider-Man readers. Raimi wants The Vulture. The studio wants a villain that more people know, also they'd prefer one that isn't an old man, I assume. Never mind that they've been setting up the Lizard for two movies now. That apparently is off the table, for now. Vulture would be fine for me, he's not the most dynamic antagonist possible but after the Green Goblin, the other Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, and Venom, it's a lot harder to come up with a suitable supervillain every one can be happy with. My vote is for Mysterio. He's cool looking, and his array of tricks (they're not really powers, per se) could make for some wicked CGI, not to mention any number of scenarios that would Peter Parker believe he's out of his mind. ANYWAY, this rant is all over the place. Back to the Vulture. They put him in the movie, fine. But they want to introduce Felicia Hardy, who in the comics we find out is a cat burglar at night called Black Cat. The rumor now is that Felicia Hardy would, in the movie, become...The Vulturess.
Anytime you take a well-established character from the comics and change them dramatically it spells disaster. Like Deadpool in the last half of Wolverine. Or any number of bullshit scenarios from X3. And they not only want to change the character, but also make her a copy (albeit a younger, better-demographic-skewing) of another character already in the movie. I love Spider-Man. I want to love his movies. Appeal to the nerds!
12.17.2009
12.13.2009
(a little) blue, red and (a lot of) grey
It's that magical time of year again. I'm of course referring to the time of year when it's just so cold i want to vomit-pop. My first winter in Chicago. Not sure if I want to see another, and it has only just begun. I knew it'd be rough, but it's mid december and it's already been seven degrees fahrenheit, negative fifteen with windchill. The sun sets around four-thirty. Must be wary of vitamin D deficiency. Anyway, it's cold and dark a lot. Never knew 20F could feel balmy.
I'm having a pretty good time, weather notwithstanding. Improv Level One has been a blast, the last class is two days from now. Level two starts at the beginning of the year. My new instructor will be Susan Messing. She's held in pretty high esteem in the Chicago improv scene. She helped found the Annoyance Theater, and she created the curriculum for iO's Level Two class. I think I've made wise teacher-decisions thus far, my current teacher Seth is hilarious, good at what he does, and debuted the brand new level one curriculum for my class this session. An ideal start for me at the school, JiBlets.
Went to a white elephant party last night, filled largely with people I've never met. Felt a little weird participating in the exchange, but it was all good fun. Someone's contribution to the elephant was a Crave Case-24 White Castle sliders. Needless to say, when it was my turn I grabbed 'em. My burger victory was short-lived, as it was taken from me a few turns later. Not before I ate one, I'm happy to report. The rest of the party was fun, good food, and some friendly folks. The vodka I ended up with was put to good use, although vodka is a cruel mistress. I haven't had any in a long while (JiBlets know, I'm a whiskey man) and it's important to remember when to stop. But vodka's cumulative effect doesn't really seem to hit you until it's bedtime. It's four thirty now, or dusk, in Chicago terms, and I'm still a bit bleary-eyed.
Hair still falling out. Maybe it's what I eat. A steady diet of hot Ding Dongs, cashews and Mr Pibb seems like it should be fine.
I'm having a pretty good time, weather notwithstanding. Improv Level One has been a blast, the last class is two days from now. Level two starts at the beginning of the year. My new instructor will be Susan Messing. She's held in pretty high esteem in the Chicago improv scene. She helped found the Annoyance Theater, and she created the curriculum for iO's Level Two class. I think I've made wise teacher-decisions thus far, my current teacher Seth is hilarious, good at what he does, and debuted the brand new level one curriculum for my class this session. An ideal start for me at the school, JiBlets.
Went to a white elephant party last night, filled largely with people I've never met. Felt a little weird participating in the exchange, but it was all good fun. Someone's contribution to the elephant was a Crave Case-24 White Castle sliders. Needless to say, when it was my turn I grabbed 'em. My burger victory was short-lived, as it was taken from me a few turns later. Not before I ate one, I'm happy to report. The rest of the party was fun, good food, and some friendly folks. The vodka I ended up with was put to good use, although vodka is a cruel mistress. I haven't had any in a long while (JiBlets know, I'm a whiskey man) and it's important to remember when to stop. But vodka's cumulative effect doesn't really seem to hit you until it's bedtime. It's four thirty now, or dusk, in Chicago terms, and I'm still a bit bleary-eyed.
Hair still falling out. Maybe it's what I eat. A steady diet of hot Ding Dongs, cashews and Mr Pibb seems like it should be fine.
12.03.2009
Omnium Gatherum
Greetings, JiBlets!
Hope everyone's holiday was filled with food and excitement. Mine was damn good, one of the best I can remember. I met a bunch of Keaton's family on her mom's side, and dammit if they aren't a bunch of sweethearts. Nice to see a big family get along so well. I felt very welcomed, and had fun drinking Lagavulin and getting shame put in my game. My billiards game, to be exact. Played on a beautiful nine footer, custom made, beautiful wood. Stepdaddy schooled me this time, but I will be back for revenge. Mark my words.
Other than that, I spent a good deal of time in BG, which I enjoy pretty much all the time. Meaning, I enjoy every visit and I'm constantly there. If you had a hot little number waiting four hours away, I'm sure you'd travel a lot too. I plan on being in BG for quite a chunk 'round X-mas time, for the day itself, Keaton's b-day, Festivus (for the restofus), podcast with Kari, and possibly the Pisanello's party. Only thing I'm not sure about is New Year's. Sticking around for that would put me in BG for near two weeks, and I'm not sure what to do. Persuade me, people from Chicago or BG.
Want a job with the census bureau. Anything would beat my current job, and the start pay is over eighteen dollars per hour. Gimme somma that gravy, guv'nor. Thanks to Josh Haughwaughauaguahuout for the suggestion.
Here's a joke:
What's E.T. short for?
He's got little legs.
ba-DUMP.
Hope everyone's holiday was filled with food and excitement. Mine was damn good, one of the best I can remember. I met a bunch of Keaton's family on her mom's side, and dammit if they aren't a bunch of sweethearts. Nice to see a big family get along so well. I felt very welcomed, and had fun drinking Lagavulin and getting shame put in my game. My billiards game, to be exact. Played on a beautiful nine footer, custom made, beautiful wood. Stepdaddy schooled me this time, but I will be back for revenge. Mark my words.
Other than that, I spent a good deal of time in BG, which I enjoy pretty much all the time. Meaning, I enjoy every visit and I'm constantly there. If you had a hot little number waiting four hours away, I'm sure you'd travel a lot too. I plan on being in BG for quite a chunk 'round X-mas time, for the day itself, Keaton's b-day, Festivus (for the restofus), podcast with Kari, and possibly the Pisanello's party. Only thing I'm not sure about is New Year's. Sticking around for that would put me in BG for near two weeks, and I'm not sure what to do. Persuade me, people from Chicago or BG.
Want a job with the census bureau. Anything would beat my current job, and the start pay is over eighteen dollars per hour. Gimme somma that gravy, guv'nor. Thanks to Josh Haughwaughauaguahuout for the suggestion.
Here's a joke:
What's E.T. short for?
He's got little legs.
ba-DUMP.
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