The Graffiti Project starts May 12. OK…What is it? It’s Brazilian and Scottish graffiti artists legally defacing a 426-year-old castle with a giant mural that will probably be fucking phenomenal. Daily updates of the 30-day project will be available on the site above.
Pretty damn funny idea. Pretty damn funny photos: FromKeetra - Blood Puddle Pillows.
The Atlantic’s Jonathan Rauch writes Caring for Your Introvert
. ‘Nuff said.
What a news cycle it’s been! Baldwin’s a bad father, a crotchety white radio guy is really a racist, the most overrated author in history dies, video games are blamed for a psychotic loner’s killing spree, and a red-headed former child star’s wife discovers the bruise is on the fruit…
I made a false start at my own analysis of the VT shooter, but midway through it I heard all the points I was going to make voiced by my favorite LA shock-jock, Adam Carolla. If I felt like chiming in on the Don Imus thing I would have been thwarted in the same way. Sounds like I’m saying Carolla is basically Dragonize on the radio. Not entirely so. Carolla’s ideologies diverge from mine on many issues. He preaches “common sense”, atheism, and turning left despite the arrow. He hates Ann Coulter and Rosie O’Donnell alike.
From FilmWad:
Lawrence Kasdan will bring back “Clash of the Titans” to the big screen
Sounds good to me.
Ed Norton is Bruce Banner in “The Hulk”
Okay… I’m thinking this will be like the Ang Lee version never existed.
“Barbarella” to get the remake treatment
Yet another blogger makes his dream casting known to the universe.
Director confirmed for “Day the Earth Stood Still” Remake
Cold War-era paranoia repackaged as War on Terror paranoia? There better be a lot of airport security jokes!
Yet Another Upcoming Hong Kong Remake: “Exile”
Why? Does Scorsese need another Oscar? The Departed wasn’t shitty enough?
The icing on the cake is the worst of them all:
Kurt Russell Hisses at ‘Escape’ Remake
Starring the main guy from 300. I think Kurt says it all in the quoted interview…
Welcome Home, Pioneer is a heinous violation of the beloved Salsola tragus plant, better known as the tumbleweed. Stuart Anderson and Shaun Slifer created this torture device that imprisons hapless tumbleweeds without walls. This herbal Abu Ghraib consists of a computer controlled floor that tilts and wobbles, re-arresting the spherical prisoner on the verge of its every escape. Sickening!
Clip: Most Diabolical Super Mario Mod Ever - Kotaku
This is 23 minutes of controller-hurling hell. (Takes 11 minutes to pass World 1-1!) How someone gave this nightmare the old college try is beyond me. Hilarious nonetheless.
Bored with plastering your berg with LED graffiti-bombs? Try making one of these graffiti printing machines. The first few gadgets are masturbatory technology gimmicks to me. Scroll down to find Hektor and Printball which have the refreshing youthful exuberance of a Molotov cocktail made with cotton candy and breakaway glass.
OK, I’ve listened to the rest of episode 67, episodes 1-4, 11, and now I’m in the middle of 22. My short review is that this show is awful because Emily is the worst possible radio show host. Long review:
The early episodes are very conversational, living-room style shows in which Emily interviews people she knows well. They also happen to have sex-related jobs or personal issues. These go pretty well. The interviews with men are more interesting than those with women because Emily’s attention span is the size of a gnat. Allow me to explain. Her female guests are strong, sex-positive women with plenty of experience and information to share, but they go with Emily’s flow (they’re in her house, on her show) and allow her to lead the discussion. The men are guys who find Emily attractive but know she holds them in a friendship-only orbit. They enjoy being around Emily and flirting, but they don’t let her lead them by the nose!
For episode 22 (2006/03/25) Morse has made the transition from homemade podcast to FM radio. Her guest is Caveh Zahedi (see previous post) who’s movie I am a Sex Addict was on the verge of its theatrical release at the time. It is the perfect moment for Zahedi to confront Morse about what an obstinate prude she was during the shooting, but he declines to take that low road. Or he’s too busy stifling his laughter at the sight of Morse floundering to function at the controls of a real radio studio.
Her phone lines don’t work right, her station identifications are wooden, she forgets the topic, she summarizes what her guest just said, she abuses the “cough” button, she fumbles the phone number. She allows callers to grind the show to a screeching halt with bad mobile lines and shitty questions. These are all cardinal sins in radio hosting, clearly outlined by Adam Carolla during his tenure on Loveline in nearly every show. All one need do to learn how to host a good hour of radio is abide by Carolla: abuse the callers, make fun of the guest, upbraid the technical staff, and insult the listeners all you want, but SPEAK CLEARLY, DIRECTLY and AS IF YOU KNOW SOMETHING!!!
There is little meat on this show’s bones. Every minute of useful information is drowned in 9 minutes of Morse stumbling over her lines, listening to her own voice, audibly trying to remember what the topic is, or waiting for someone behind the scenes to fix a technical problem. As a sex show this one stinks, but as a trainwreck for schadenfreude addicts it is gold!
I knew there was something familiar about the voice hosting Sex With Emily: A Talk Radio Show (broadcast in San Francisco on the local Free FM channel). Emily has the unmistakable voice of a hot girl. She doesn’t sound overly sexy and sultry — the way any phone-sex operator can fake. It’s that impossible to falsify, mildly annoying, high-pitched girlie voice of someone used to getting her way. That’s a lot to read into a voice, but an IMDb search confirmed why she sounded familiar to me. The same Emily Morse was a member of the motley cast of Caveh Zahedi’s autobiographical, semi-documentary I am a Sex Addict.
In the film, Zahedi is painfully honest about his addiction to sex, which lead him to hire prostitutes even while dating other women. The film has no shortage of nudity. Morse plays Christina, Zahedi’s film school girlfriend, who (as revealed by the DVD’s extras — some of the best I’ve ever seen) had a big problem with nudity. Despite Zahedi’s convincing, they “did it” under the sheets. This worked out poorly for Zahedi’s movie, as the love scenes with Morse wind up looking like network TV sex in the middle of an episode of HBO’s Real Sex.
In my opinion, it also worked out poorly for Morse’s credibility as a “sexpert”. Speaking as a former devotee of Loveline, the appeal of a radio show about sex has to do with voyeurism. Both host and callers must have interesting sex lives. Ironically, broadcasting brutal honesty about her own sex life seems taboo to her. (In her mind that might creepily equate her with Zahedi.) Therefore must rely on very interesting guests and callers. The callers are, so far…well, idiots. I’ll get back to you about the guests. (I’m only halfway through show #67.)
What’s left is how hot her voice sounds and how many investors and advertisers she can get at conventions. I assume she is quite skilled at shmoozing, but her body-language in this video interview tells me she finds it gross. Makes me wonder if she thinks Zahedi wasn’t so creepy after all — at least he came right out and said, “I want to see your tits”. It boggles my mind why some actresses refuse to oblige a bit of crucial-to-the-story nudity. Just seems mean-spirited, but I find her appealing anyway so I’ll keep listening…for a now.
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