December 16th, 2002. Monday
I watched more tv yesterday than I can remember doing in a long time. Besides watching several hours of football, ESPNews, and random cartoons, I took full advantage of my digital cable. Movies watched, in full or in part, include:
The Sandlot- I always feel compelled to watch this movie. It's about kids and baseball. The movie is sunny and takes place during the summer and reminds me of the cares of carefree days.
Flight Of The Intruder- Willem Dafoe looks exceedingly gay in the movie, for what purpose I'm not sure.
Unbreakable- enjoyable. Had wanted to see it for a while. The ending was kind of predictable if you know there's going to be some sort of twist ending. but still enjoyable.
Remember the Titans- I didn't plan on watching this, but for some reason I couldn't stop.
Rustlers' Rhapsody- Tom Berenger plays a singing cowboy who only shoots people in the hand.
Tombstone- One of my favorite Westerns. I was sort of in a westerns mood yesterday.
Not Another Teen Movie- Geoff was telling me he really thought this was funny. I thought it looked wretched. It was somewhere in between. Kind of clever at points, especially in some of the casting.
Singing in the Rain- I only watched a bit. The titular song, and a few more minutes. I wanted to watch more, but...The Star Trek: The Next Generation marathon was on TNN. Couldn't stop watching it. Plus, the western-adventure episode "A Fistful of Datas" was on. One of the best episodes, and one of the best titles. So I watched a several hours of Star Trek on Sunday. And on Saturday, I, along with Ms. Charming Melodee caught the new Star Trek movie. I'd read some pretty bad reviews of it, but Garrick saw it and loved it. Again, for me it was somewhere in between.
And late in the evening, I was very pleased to turn on MTV2 and find 120 Minutes on. I was always angry when they took it off MTV, even though I hadn't watched it in years. By the time it ended, all the videos were crap anyway. Anyway, I didn't watch much of it, just the new Beck video and a few others, but I'm glad to see that it's back. MTV2 is actually pretty good. MTV is worthless. And I liked it better when MTV2 was just called "M2." It seemed more detached that way.On Friday, I attended a small party in Williamsburg for my former neighbor Rachel. It was a party for her book, "Girl Drinks," which I have a few small blurbs in from my column at the defunt mojo10.com. She mistakenly credits me as writing a column for Mojo magazine, which makes me seem cooler, since that's a legitimate print publication. Anyway, Jimmy showed up later, after determining that it was cool enough for him to go. Here's an aggravating thing about him: He'll sit there and keep asking me who's going to be there, what kind of people will be there, will it be cool, will it suck, will there be a lot of people, will it be cool, will there be cool people there. After about ten minutes of this, I just say "How the fuck do I know? What, it's not going to be cool enough for you?" Then he's all "Chill out... I'm only kidding." The hell you say. Anyway, there were lots of drinks and tasty snacks, and I ended up getting somewhat drunk on rasberry shnapps. Then Jimmy, Ms. Charming Melodee and I walked much farther than we'd hoped, down toward the water, to a bar called the Right Bank, so called, I'm assuming, due to it's spot on the eastern shore of the East River. It was dark and dank and pretty good, until this band that really likes the Strokes started playing.
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