Archive for December, 2009

So apparently it’s Christmas Eve

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on December 24, 2009 by bradellison

I’ve gotten into the spirit of the season by reading the entirety of Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan in 48 hours.  Now my diseased brain-meats crave unsavory chemicals, raw hate, and many guns activated by murder thoughts.

And somehow, we’ve got a faceful of White Christmas in Forth Worth.  Snow’s all over the place.  Which is probably some sort of Christmas miracle, but it’s a miracle that kind of worries me right now, on account of how the woman I love is going to be driving up from Austin in this muck, and on I-35, which would have been a grim and bitter Holiday drive even under ideal weather conditions.

But there are other Christmas Miracles on hand today.  My personal favorite is the way Rage Against the Machine’s “Killing In the Name” has claimed the #1 Christmas slot in Britain, breaking the iron-fisted grip of The X Factor.

Which I suppose means that this:

can now be added to the list of my favorite Christmas songs, which also includes:

Some time today or tomorrow, I’ll compose my annual Christmas sermon.

Until then, merry Christmas, to all the new scum.


And now, a brief film review

Posted in movies with tags on December 19, 2009 by bradellison

Saw Avatar tonight.  Three hours of glorious extraterrestrial travelogue punctuated by superintensely badass action, all built on a framework of cliches, stock characters, and ham-handed sermonizing.  Now, I’m all about the wise stewardship of nature, and the evils of greed and war-mongering, and watching the Thundercat Dragonriders of Fiber-optic Endor do epic battle with the Colonial Space Marines working for Bob Executive and Colonel Brock McHardass, but come on, now.

It’s all about the visuals with this movie.  Certainly, if you’ve seen Aliens, Disney’s Pocahontas (or Malik’s interminable remake of that film, The New World), and Dances With Wolves, there is NOTHING plotwise that you haven’t seen before.  And the bad guys may be the thinnest, most cliched stock characters EVER CAPTURED ON FILM. But HOLY CRAP, does it look good.


Posted in Stuff I think is cool with tags , on December 5, 2009 by bradellison

This is Orson Welles and H.G. Wells having a conversation in San Antonio and I do not even have anything else to say about that because it is rad as hell.