Oh shit, son! You have just entered another dimension, a dimension not only of text and pictures, but of madness. You have embarked on a journey into a lunatic's mind. Check your sanity at the door--you're in the Land of Way!
Friday, February 15, 2013
These Lakers
What is it about these Lakers? We're set for the NBA's awesome All-Star Weekend, a hell of a spectacle that should have the NFL taking notes, and it's pretty clear that the team that good old Jack and I cherish is awash. It's ludicrous to think they could make the playoffs this season. Let's be real: this Lakers squad has given us every reason to believe it's equally ludicrous to assume that they might play good basketball for an extended stretch at any point. Given the talent involved, the whole situation becomes even more ridiculous, and yet I can't seem to give up on them.
I should have given up weeks ago when I was watching my team on TV and I realized that I had seen better play at the YMCA, and any illusions I held beyond that point should have been shattered when Pau hurt his foot. For the record, after Gasol went down, I was still enough of a believer to watch that Thursday night game against Boston with a slew of Celtics fans. That's a precious memory. Yet I still found some reason to believe. I mean, Kobe's out there with Dwight Howard and Steve Nash. Metta World Crazy has to play nasty D and drill some big shots at some point, right? Yes, I continued to believe. Last night, I was convinced that a win against the Clippers would be the launching pad for a push to greatness in the second half of the season, but instead of a win I got to watch a massacre. There's just no logical explanation for continuing to believe in this squad.
Forget about all that talent. Forget about Kobe's quest for 6. Forget about Dwight Howard being the best big man in the league right now. Hell, go ahead and forget that last one twice if at all possible, because the dude just doesn't have the drive or the toughness. As a consolation prize, he was blessed with a very nice smile.
And yet, as I get set to enjoy all the action the NBA has in store for us this weekend, I can't flush my hopes for this season down the toilet just yet. I know it's stupid. I know how this is going to end. And I still believe this team can somehow scratch their way into the playoffs in spite of all that. It must be Kobe, and despite his greatness, it's still foolish, but I'm all in.
I feel like an idiot for saying this, but I'm eager for a spectacular All-Star Weekend (which isn't foolish at all--NFL, PLEASE TAKE NOTE!!!) and I'm still down with the purple and gold. Let's do this, Lakers!
Wow. That felt even more ridiculous than I thought it would, but I'm still going down the ship. Until then, maybe I'll get to see Kobe win a big game when he suits up for the West this weekend.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Heart-Shaped Cookies
So, earlier I posted a blog about video game reviews and previews, and in said blog I noted that it was Valentine's Day and I should be cuddling with my wife or baking heart-shaped cookies. Well, I didn't bake heart-shaped cookies, but this is pretty close, right?
Rest assured, good people, that romance isn't dead. I'm still carrying the torch, and I bet there are millions of other writers who create bloodthirsty horror romps guaranteed to offend baking heart-shaped cookies (or something like that) for their loved ones right now. It's that kind of world.
I hope.
Rest assured, good people, that romance isn't dead. I'm still carrying the torch, and I bet there are millions of other writers who create bloodthirsty horror romps guaranteed to offend baking heart-shaped cookies (or something like that) for their loved ones right now. It's that kind of world.
I hope.
Why Video Game Previews Bother Me
Yeah, so this is just a little rant, but I felt like sharing. It's Valentine's Day, and I should be cuddling my wife or baking heart-shaped cookies, but I'm too much of a geek for that. I'm surfing the net and I've been checking out reviews for some video games I was looking to snag. Unfortunately, this has reminded me of a troubling trend that I can't seem to wrap my head around.
Let's just start with an example and take it from there: I wanted to pick up the new Aliens game, which looked pretty cool and had received a ton of hype from various magazines and websites that offer up video game previews and reviews. Now, the game is out, and it is getting killed. I'm not trying to say that it isn't getting many good reviews, because as far as I can tell it isn't getting ANY good reviews. This thing is being slaughtered. This leads me to second-guess my decision to purchase the game, and it reinforces the notion that I'm only wasting my time when I try to scope out the video game landscape unless I rely on demos and word-of-mouth.
See, this isn't news to anyone who follows games, and it's incredibly frustrating. Why is it that virtually every game is built up (sometimes over the course of a few years) with pieces that marvel over the stellar graphics and the innovative gameplay, only for most of these games to be released only to garner poor reviews by the same media outlet that was just in hype mode a few weeks ago? Seriously, you'll read about cool visuals and intriguing mechanics, and then the review will come out blasting the poor graphics and the stale gameplay. It's maddening. I also scope out previews and reviews for the music I enjoy and the movies I watch, and I seldom see the same kind of behavior.
Does this irk anyone else or is it just me?
Let's just start with an example and take it from there: I wanted to pick up the new Aliens game, which looked pretty cool and had received a ton of hype from various magazines and websites that offer up video game previews and reviews. Now, the game is out, and it is getting killed. I'm not trying to say that it isn't getting many good reviews, because as far as I can tell it isn't getting ANY good reviews. This thing is being slaughtered. This leads me to second-guess my decision to purchase the game, and it reinforces the notion that I'm only wasting my time when I try to scope out the video game landscape unless I rely on demos and word-of-mouth.
See, this isn't news to anyone who follows games, and it's incredibly frustrating. Why is it that virtually every game is built up (sometimes over the course of a few years) with pieces that marvel over the stellar graphics and the innovative gameplay, only for most of these games to be released only to garner poor reviews by the same media outlet that was just in hype mode a few weeks ago? Seriously, you'll read about cool visuals and intriguing mechanics, and then the review will come out blasting the poor graphics and the stale gameplay. It's maddening. I also scope out previews and reviews for the music I enjoy and the movies I watch, and I seldom see the same kind of behavior.
Does this irk anyone else or is it just me?
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
The Walking Dead Recap: Season 3, Episode 9 (The Suicide King)
The Walking Dead returned after 2
months, and the show didn’t waste any time, picking up right where it left
off. Fans have been agonizing over the
cliffhanger ending that brought us to the mid-season break, and it didn’t take
long to find out how the Dixon Family Reunion was going to proceed. As you’ll recall, AMC’s ratings blockbuster
left us hanging with fan-favorite Daryl squaring off against his big brother
Merle with a volatile Governor and his bloodthirsty townsfolk looking on. The Governor was left stewing after Michonne
decided he had one good eye too many, and he was looking to blow off a little
steam with a brotherly battle to the death for the good people of Woodbury.
Season 3 resumed with Daryl and
Merle throwing down, but neither of the Dixon brothers was ready to leave the
show. Merle wasn’t going to turn on his
own flesh and blood, and Rick and Maggie showed up to save the day. Shots were fired, flash grenades were thrown,
and our heroes (with Merle in tow) made their escape while a particularly
disgusting walker found his way inside the town of Woodbury.
Soon thereafter, Rick made it clear
that he hadn’t forgot about the first time he met Merle (when he left him
handcuffed to a rooftop in Atlanta in Season 1) and he had no interest in inviting
the elder Dixon back into the fold. Yet
Merle did lead the crew to safety, and Daryl wasn’t willing to part with his big
brother. With an enraged Glenn and
Maggie looking on, Rick made it clear that he considered Daryl part of their
family, but he made it equally clear that Merle wasn’t welcome back at the
prison. Merle didn’t help his cause any
by immediately shifting gears and veering from heroic big brother back to
antagonistic jerk in the blink of an eye.
Regardless, blood is thicker than water, and Daryl issued an ultimatum,
telling Rick that he wasn’t leaving his brother behind, and that was it. Rick wasn’t willing to back down, and neither
was Daryl.
Daryl Dixon has left the building,
folks. We wouldn’t get another glimpse
of Daryl or Merle in this episode, but the teaser for next week’s episode
promises more on that front.
So, then Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and
Michonne returned to the prison, but only after Rick made it clear that he
doesn’t want Michonne hanging around either.
She’s wounded, and our weary sheriff turned savior of the apocalypse
wants Hershel to look her over, but he doesn’t trust her. Thus far into the episode, I thought the ship
was rocking and it appeared that the second portion of the third season was shaping
up to be every bit as thrilling as the first half. However, I must admit that I was more than a
little let down as “The Suicide King” bogged down toward the end.
We spent some additional time in
Woodbury, where The Governor spent much of his time sulking in his room while
his town went to hell. Andrea learned
that Maggie and Glenn were being held in Woodbury, and she seemed pissed at first,
but then she kind of shrugged it off.
This was bizarre, and Andrea continues to feel less and less like the
character we knew from Seasons 1 and 2, but that isn’t really a new
development. Andrea has shrugged a lot
of shit off since she came to Woodbury.
Anyway, as the people threatened to
revolt and The Governor’s henchman threatened to gun them down, the grotesque
walker that found a way in earlier showed up and took a bite out of one of the
locals. Things were heating up before,
but at that point, all hell broke loose.
The Governor showed up to put a round in the walker’s victim before the
poor bastard could turn, and then he left without saying a word. The people grew even more upset, and then Andrea
gave a corny speech about the town’s place in history. Fortunately, the good people of Woodbury chose
that moment to behave less like human beings and more like insignificant
characters on a television show, settling down so we could focus on other
things.
Back at the prison, Carol struggled
to cope with Daryl’s absence and Hershel told Rick about Tyreese and his
crew. Rick tried to take it all in, but
the dude is tired. He’s tired of being
responsible for people; he’s tired of wondering who he can trust, and he’s
tired of holding other people’s lives in his hands. Even a tender moment with his baby girl didn’t
allow him to ease out from under his many burdens and take a deep breath. So, it came as no surprise when he decided to
send Tyreese and his band away. Yes, The
Governor is probably going to come looking for revenge, and yes, the numbers
game was in his favor even before the zombie-slaughtering badass known as Daryl
Dixon hit the bricks, but Rick was too tired to care about any of that. He simply wasn’t willing to add any weight to
all those burdens that are slowly but surely wearing him down.
Hershel, who is probably the most
likable character on the show at this point, took Rick aside and encouraged him
to change his mind. It looked like he made
his point, and it appeared that Rick was going to welcome Tyreese and his crew
into the group, but then our weary hero caught sight of a ghastly apparition
that appeared to be his dead wife looking down on him and lost it. “The Suicide King” drew to a close with Rick
shouting and waving his gun around while those who see him as their leader
scattered.
Now, this was a decent episode, and
there were certainly a number of key elements unveiled in Episode 9 that will
having lasting implications on the program.
Indeed, a number of plot points that were unveiled in this broadcast
could lead to a stellar conclusion to this season, and I’m hoping for just
that. However, while I thought the
mid-season finale was a terrific show, I thought the return of The Walking Dead
was a little lackluster. If I had to
score it on a scale on of 1 to 10, I would probably give it a 6 or a 7, but I
wouldn’t argue with anyone who gave it a 5.
First off, I feel like Daryl is
going to find his way back into the fold, but that needs to happen
quickly. The program is stronger
whenever he is on screen. Norman Reedus
has developed a loyal fanbase for a reason, and while I’m open to new
developments, The Walking Dead needs Daryl.
Yes, the comics are a better representation of Kirkman’s vision and
Daryl was never invited to the party there, but he has been one of the show’s
strengths from the very beginning.
Secondly, I’ve been waiting for The
Governor to become the evil badass this show needs for a while now. When the mid-season finale drew to a close, I
thought we were there. At the onset of Episode 9, when he was strolling casually through the chaos that was enveloping Woodbury, I was convinced. Then he went and pouted for most of the show. Now, I realize
that we’re waiting again. Can we speed
his arc up? The Walking Dead deserves a
villain with a stronger presence. The
Governor is imposing, but he should be a nightmare wearing an eye-patch right
about now.
Finally, Rick needs to get a
grip. I like seeing Rick on the ropes, and
Rick should be on the ropes, but he’s also a fighter and he needs to get his
head in the game. The next time he sees
a ghost, I need Rick to close his eyes and count to ten or take some deep
breaths or something. He’s already taken
phone calls from beyond the grave and he is clearly operating on a different
wavelength these days, but he needs to settle down. Rick on the ropes is still a good leader, but
right now it looks like Rick is down for the count and I’m thinking the group
might be a lot safer if they locked him up in one of those cells. I also wonder if Andrew Lincoln is starting
to feel the same way, because we’ve seen him lose his shit a lot on this show,
and he rarely fails to impress. I didn’t
think this most recent descent into madness was a shining example of what he’s
capable of.
In closing, “The Suicide King” was
an okay episode that advanced the plot, but it wasn’t what I’ve come to expect
from The Walking Dead. I was
anticipating a terrific episode, and maybe that was part of the problem, but
this isn’t a series that has struggled to deliver terrific episodes. There are still seven episodes left in Season
3, and I’m still hoping that this winds up being the best season yet. Given the source material they’re using, I
strongly believe that they can offer up something truly special as the town of
Woodbury and our merry band of survivors at the prison brace for war.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Tomahawk - Oddfellows
Well, that took long enough.
6 years after Tomahawk blew everyone’s minds with Anonymous, they’re finally back with Oddfellows, another challenging entry in their arsenal. In a way, it represents a new sound, as it’s
essentially a cross-pollination of the original sound that fueled the
self-titled debut and Mit Gas with
just a hint of the kooky groove that made Anonymous
so memorable thrown in for good measure.
It’s unique enough that some of it may soar over your head on the first listen, but you’ll find yourself being drawn back to it regardless, and the more you listen to it the more cohesive and infectious it becomes. What initially appears to be a madcap offering with a lack of solidity eventually emerges as a vibrant and bizarre collage of zany sounds and massive riffs that fits together nice and snug.
Trevor Dunn is a nice addition on bass, blending in when required to and rising to the occasion whenever an opportunity to invent something delicious presents itself. Patton is on fire throughout. He spits, he growls, he croons, hisses, and sings with a vigor that threatens to overwhelm the rest of the band at times. Yet Duane Denison drives the bus with an ease that masks his talent. His ability to veer from squeezing delicate melodies out of his guitar to riffing and pushing the Tomahawk sound into pure rock bliss is astounding. Last but not least, John Stanier does a fantastic job on the skins. He drums with power and finesse, readily adapting to every twist and turn, and offering up a truly noteworthy performance throughout.
It’s unique enough that some of it may soar over your head on the first listen, but you’ll find yourself being drawn back to it regardless, and the more you listen to it the more cohesive and infectious it becomes. What initially appears to be a madcap offering with a lack of solidity eventually emerges as a vibrant and bizarre collage of zany sounds and massive riffs that fits together nice and snug.
Trevor Dunn is a nice addition on bass, blending in when required to and rising to the occasion whenever an opportunity to invent something delicious presents itself. Patton is on fire throughout. He spits, he growls, he croons, hisses, and sings with a vigor that threatens to overwhelm the rest of the band at times. Yet Duane Denison drives the bus with an ease that masks his talent. His ability to veer from squeezing delicate melodies out of his guitar to riffing and pushing the Tomahawk sound into pure rock bliss is astounding. Last but not least, John Stanier does a fantastic job on the skins. He drums with power and finesse, readily adapting to every twist and turn, and offering up a truly noteworthy performance throughout.
Song Notes:
1) Oddfellows – The album starts with a title track
that has the kind of drive and power that make The Melvins so wonderful. Yet it’s Tomahawk through and through, and
it’s a great start.
2) Stone Letter – The most accessible track on the album is a nice song with a sweet hook. It’s candy, but that’s not a bad thing.
3) I.O.U. – It’s groovy, it’s melodic, and it’s probably the first sign that this is going to be a strange party. Don’t worry, it’s the right kind of strange, and more often than not, those are the best parties.
4) White Hats/Black Hats – This is one of those kooky Tomahawk jams I love, a venomous jaunt that races along at a breakneck pace.
5) A Thousand Eyes – I thought the Anonymous vibe was strong throughout this one. That’s a good thing.
6) Rise Up Dirty Waters – Patton owns this one. It has a California (c/o Mr. Bungle) feel and sets the stage nicely for another aggressive foray into madness.
7) The Quiet Few – This is one of my favorite songs on the record. Fun, feisty, and more than a little strange, it is a great example of the Tomahawk sound. Stanier’s drumming is superb here, and Denison’s mastery of that haunting twang is equally impressive.
8) “I Can Almost See Them” – Another song with a heavy dose of the Anonymous flavor. Majestic stuff. Trevor is such a steady hand, but I could almost feel him dying to go apeshit toward the end.
9) South Paw – Another rowdy jam with a really nice hook and some truly delicate timing. Denison is at his most metal and Patton wails to great effect.
10) Choke Neck - If a deranged band fronted by Mike Patton in full-on Vegas crooner mode took the stage in hell, we might get something like this. Again, this is a good thing.
11) Waratorium – My favorite track on the album, this is a true blast that allows everyone to show off while providing a unified assault. Such a wicked jam. The band is on point, Mike is kicking ass and taking names, and the song is delivered in classic Tomahawk fashion.
12) Baby Let’s Play______ - A demented oddity that may turn you on.
13) Typhoon – The band closes out the album with another groovy jam that oozes joy. This one will definitely leave you wanting more.
2) Stone Letter – The most accessible track on the album is a nice song with a sweet hook. It’s candy, but that’s not a bad thing.
3) I.O.U. – It’s groovy, it’s melodic, and it’s probably the first sign that this is going to be a strange party. Don’t worry, it’s the right kind of strange, and more often than not, those are the best parties.
4) White Hats/Black Hats – This is one of those kooky Tomahawk jams I love, a venomous jaunt that races along at a breakneck pace.
5) A Thousand Eyes – I thought the Anonymous vibe was strong throughout this one. That’s a good thing.
6) Rise Up Dirty Waters – Patton owns this one. It has a California (c/o Mr. Bungle) feel and sets the stage nicely for another aggressive foray into madness.
7) The Quiet Few – This is one of my favorite songs on the record. Fun, feisty, and more than a little strange, it is a great example of the Tomahawk sound. Stanier’s drumming is superb here, and Denison’s mastery of that haunting twang is equally impressive.
8) “I Can Almost See Them” – Another song with a heavy dose of the Anonymous flavor. Majestic stuff. Trevor is such a steady hand, but I could almost feel him dying to go apeshit toward the end.
9) South Paw – Another rowdy jam with a really nice hook and some truly delicate timing. Denison is at his most metal and Patton wails to great effect.
10) Choke Neck - If a deranged band fronted by Mike Patton in full-on Vegas crooner mode took the stage in hell, we might get something like this. Again, this is a good thing.
11) Waratorium – My favorite track on the album, this is a true blast that allows everyone to show off while providing a unified assault. Such a wicked jam. The band is on point, Mike is kicking ass and taking names, and the song is delivered in classic Tomahawk fashion.
12) Baby Let’s Play______ - A demented oddity that may turn you on.
13) Typhoon – The band closes out the album with another groovy jam that oozes joy. This one will definitely leave you wanting more.
I had a great time with Oddfellows,
and I think you will too. I have seen
some reviews calling it the band’s finest hour, and I still think that honor
belongs to Mit Gas. I have seen some lukewarm reviews, but I
couldn’t help but notice that many of those revealed a dislike of the Anonymous album. That may be an important barometer for anyone
looking to snag Oddfellows. I think Anonymous
is a masterpiece, and I know many of you share that view. You’ll love Oddfellows. For those of you
out there who don’t dig Anonymous,
the Tomahawk sound you know and love is now laced with that flavor. I think that’s a big bonus, and it’s one of
the primary reasons I’m enjoying this one so much, but some may see it
differently.
Duane Denison’s vision has given Tomahawk a feel that's all their
own from the very beginning. Using
Patton as your big gun without slamming headlong into the sonic oblivion he
loves to flirt with is a wise strategy indeed, and it has yielded many
treasures thus far. Oddfellows is the band’s latest, and I would highly recommend it to
anyone who appreciates good music.
Author's note: this review was originally published by the crazy cool people over at RVA.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Fresh Ink in 2013 Part II: And Then There Was Color!
Rooster did an awesome job on my ink two weeks ago, and that 6 hours of work for $200 on Tuesday deal is silly, so I paid another visit to Queen Anne's Revenge Tattoos in Collinsville this week. This was special for a couple of reasons. First off, I've been satisfied with most of my tats, but this is the first time I've ever went back to the same parlor for another round, and it's also the first time I've gone back under the needle in a matter of weeks. I chose to do so for a reason: Queen Anne's Revenge rocks, and at this point I can't recommend them highly enough. Check them out here! Secondly, I've always been head over heels for black art, but it was time to bring some color into the fold.
So, here's what I had Rooster do for me:
Tony Davis cooked this design up, and I thought this rocking quill was a perfect fit for a demented writer like myself. Rooster nailed it--I positively love the shading, and I have to believe that of all my tats, this one is probably the best example of the tattoo as art. It looks fantastic.
We also did this one. I wonder which of my friends will be the first to recognize it. It's perfect for me in a lot of ways. And don't look now, but there's color! We brought red into play as well. This shouldn't shock any of my peers as my love for artwork boasting black, red, and white is common knowledge. Check out the cover for my book, which Chris Visions positively crushed. The color scheme was probably the most important piece of direction I provided during that process. Anyway, think of this one as an appetizer, because I couldn't get inked without bringing another dragon into the flock, and the biggest piece I got this week was far more colorful.
Once again, Rooster did a fine job, and I think this guy is a nice companion for the dragon I got two weeks ago.
So, I think I've already gotten my fair share of ink in 2013, but I don't think it will be long before I'm dialing up the good people at Queen Anne's Revenge again. If you're feeling the need, I suggest you do likewise.
So, here's what I had Rooster do for me:
Tony Davis cooked this design up, and I thought this rocking quill was a perfect fit for a demented writer like myself. Rooster nailed it--I positively love the shading, and I have to believe that of all my tats, this one is probably the best example of the tattoo as art. It looks fantastic.
We also did this one. I wonder which of my friends will be the first to recognize it. It's perfect for me in a lot of ways. And don't look now, but there's color! We brought red into play as well. This shouldn't shock any of my peers as my love for artwork boasting black, red, and white is common knowledge. Check out the cover for my book, which Chris Visions positively crushed. The color scheme was probably the most important piece of direction I provided during that process. Anyway, think of this one as an appetizer, because I couldn't get inked without bringing another dragon into the flock, and the biggest piece I got this week was far more colorful.
Once again, Rooster did a fine job, and I think this guy is a nice companion for the dragon I got two weeks ago.
So, I think I've already gotten my fair share of ink in 2013, but I don't think it will be long before I'm dialing up the good people at Queen Anne's Revenge again. If you're feeling the need, I suggest you do likewise.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Ringing in 2013 with Fresh Ink!
Well, I've been wanting some new ink for a while, and I have this really cool wife who wanted to do something special for me to kick off the new year. My dear friend Tony Davis has been telling me about all the cool stuff happening at Queen Anne's Revenge Tattoos in Collinsville, so I decided to check them out. I wound up taking advantage of their ridiculous 6 hours for $200 deal, which they only do on Tuesdays, and Rooster did a fantastic job on me. I had a blast and I think the work looks great.
I got some serious black art and a touch-up on my dragon on my left arm, and I got a new dragon on my chest. I've already booked another appointment, so there's another dragon coming to the chest area (I have this thing about balance) and some other stuff that I'll be sharing with you shortly, but here's a look at the pieces Rooster did today:
She had to touch this dragon up. Once upon a time a dude who called himself Frog tried to bore a hole through my arm in several places after doing some great work on some of my mates, but things are looking up for yours truly in 2013. Rooster did a great job of fitting the new black art with the dragon. I've always said I wanted kind of a gauntlet on this arm and not a sleeve, and that's pretty much what we did today.
Now, we roll the arm over a bit to show you more of the tat. It's actually a take on the initials "RW", but I told Rooster I was more concerned about the artwork and less concerned about how much it looked like the initials I asked for. She nailed it, but it's upside-down and I couldn't really fit it into a single picture, so you may not be able to tell. Trust me, Rooster did a great job with the presentation and the "RW" is definitely there.
This is what the rest of it looks like, and you can also get a peek at the new dragon chilling on my chest.
Here's a better look at the new dragon.
Anyway, it was good to see Tony again, Queen Anne's Revenge Tattoos is a cool shop with some great deals to offer, and I'm thrilled with my new ink. Thanks again, Rooster.
I'll be adding more in 2 weeks, so stay tuned, and if you're feeling bored, read my book. 2013 is ours.
Love,
-j
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