Mulletitus and the search for Pat McGroyne...

Ah, you thought I'd gone away for good, right? That would be a big hells to the no. Instead I spent what should have been a stress free batch week, drinking from the fountain of anxiety. Oh yeah, and I capped it all off with a sleep over at Vanderbilt while they tried to get me to stop pooping and puking. I'll be honest, I need a whole new fleet of undies.

So no movie of the week, no funny vid, no 24 talk - just the GC archives. By the way, the Charlie Daniels post has by far been my best seller. It brings folks together from across the globe.

Nothing to really talk about, so I'll just bring you up to speed on a few things happening around the cockroach. Sometimes I like my job, and other times I want to hop on a spaceship and enter hyper sleep for about 70 years. Wake up, look around, eat an egg sandwich, then I'd watch Heat, Big Trouble In Little China, and Goonies, then go back to sleep, hyper sleep.

For a quick reminder, I work in the music industry. It's an industry that can repulse me as quickly as it can invigorate me. Imagine running around and got shot at constantly, but you can't see where any of the shots are coming from. So, you start shooting, and you shoot and they shoot and nobody is sure what they're shooting at. Then you realize you've hit something, but you're not sure what it is. This makes no sense, you see. That's the point.

I feel better now.

So, I've been trying to get my house painted for several months now. I tried to get an equity loan, but I couldn't. So, I tried a few more times, and couldn't. I then decided to refinance, and I couldn't. Then I tried again. Success! Or, so I thought. One day before I was supposed to close on the new loan, it fell through. Okay, well technically it didn't fall through - they would give me the loan on one condition. Wait for it... if I painted the house. That's right mo foe's. It didn't meet HUD qualifications. The government had successfully protected me from myself. (The story you just read took place over two months)

On a positive note, I've found my birthday present. Check it out.

If you want to get me something for my birthday, try Johnnie Walker Black. Or, a gift certificate to Frugal MacDougal will work fine.

Finally, here is a text conversation I had today.

Person X: Who is ****** agent?
Me: Pat McGroyne
(several minutes pass by)
Person X: Good thing I showed that to *** ******* you fuck
Me: hahahahahahahahaha





Love ya'll

Trying to get regular, with my blogging of course

So, just a few months after the end of Ronald Moore's re-imagined Battlestar Galactica, those money grubbing bastards at Universal Pictures are fast-tracking yet another, BSG movie for the theaters.

It looks as if they've signed on Bryan Singer to direct the new, um, newer, excuse me, newest version of this space opera. I can almost see a Les Grossman-esque (Tom Cruise in Tropic Thunder), movie mogul, slapping that ass while talking about the G-5. Yes, the airplane.

As a kid, the original series was a favorite of mine. As I look back though, it was more like 'Star Wars' for your television, at a time with home video had yet to hit. I had BSG toys, hell, I had BSG birthday parties. Needless to say, when Sci-Fi Network announced that they were releasing an updated Battlestar Galactica mini-series in the December of 2003, I couldn't wait. I mean holy shit, Starbuck's a girl and Adama is Lt. Castillo from Miami Vice? It's fucking brilliant.

While I expected an update to the classic, what I got instead was an amazing drama with depth and layers that you rarely find in television. Ronald Moore's version of Battlestar Galactica was more social commentary then swash-buckling space adventure. Politics, religion, terrorism, and segregation, as well as some pretty cool space shit. Not gonna lie.

I won't go on about the greatness of Moore's BSG, only suggest that you Netflix that moe foe if you haven't yet seen it.

So that brings me back the point, if there is one. I'm really disappointed by the news of yet another remake. At only 34, I've lived long enough to see 3rd generation remakes. Sad. Remake Star Wars motherfucker, and let the goodness be. Better yet, go see District 9 and get inspired to make something different.

Or, you can always develop a Thundercats movie.