Well, I managed to get some stuff done tonight, I got through a blockage in the first Chapter of "Dowe Keller, An Unauthorized Autobiography," to maybe find the voice I need to write a bit more of that, and I watched a weird but interesting movie called "Adaptation," staring Nicholas Cage and Merryl Streep.  It was really good although YouTube's somewhat less than stellar movie streaming system (or maybe it's just my slow connection) made watching it a bit of a pain.

Well, I'm back from my viewing of The Importance of Being Earnest.  The qualities of Wilde's masterwork hold up under this adaption in much the same way as Michelangelo's David would similarly hold up if dressed in baggy shorts and a loud Hawaiian shirt. Which isn't to say that the additions are all that bad, although, to be quite earnest, they aren't exactly inspired, but, rather to say that any additions have the effect of putting spinner hub-caps on a Bugatti.

I don't know who thought that what the play required was more physical comedy and, a rather uninspired  musical number, but despite all that I gave the film four stars.  The acting and casting were quite good.  It's certainly worth the cost of the time it took to watch.  The same can unfortunately not be said of all the movies one finds on Hulu these days. *Cough* Equinox.

I always awake before the alarm sounds, but being a man of strong values, one of those values being putting unpleasantness off until the last minute, I steadfastly refuse to rise until my alarm sounds.  And it must be said that there is a delicious quality to lying in bed in the early hours of morning.  The covers are ever so warm, and the matress far softer and inviting than at any other time, but still, it being morning, and I being a student with morning classes, I rise and array myself to do battle with a far too cruel world outside the inviting landscape of sheets and bed-cover.

Having put rising this morning off until the last minute, I rose, dressed and went off to school where I am studying the exciting subjects of bookkeeping and accounting.  Bookkeeping in particular I find fascinating as it involves three sets of double letters, and for some reason reminds me of beekeeping, a completely unrelated profession that involves rather less math, and more handling more stinging insects.

Last night, I re-watched Kate & Leopold, starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman.  I was rather pleasantly surprised.  While I remembered the movie being a rather nice light romantic farce, I was taken aback by the consistency of the show's primary fantasy element.  It was no All You Zombies, but it was at least self-consistent.

Tonight I will watch The Importance of Being Earnest, the 2002 Adaption, on Hulu.  I'd previously enjoyed the earlier 1952 film, and look forward to experience how a new creative team has collectively pissed on Wilde's master-work to make it their own.  I do hope they've not butchered the poor play to harshly.  I promise to report my findings here when the curtains, figuratively speaking, of course. close...

Request For Comments on Biblical Book

I am writing a work of non-fiction, titled An In-depth Study of the Bible (King James Version), and would appreciate comments and criticism from as many different points of view as possible.

Also, if anyone knows a good resource for information about the formation of the early Christian church, especially relating to detail about the Synod of Hippo and other events that lead to the creation of the Bible, the bishops involved in it's creation and the impetus behind codifying a set of canonical, literature at that time, I'd appreciate it, as Wikipedia has only a few poorly cited stubs.

Please feel free to post comments or questions below.

Babbling

Babbling
or the
I Can't Be Bothered To Come Up With a Coherent Theme or Overarching Narrative Blues.

I can't be bothered,
it seems today,
to come up with nothing
but noizes hey hey!

At least I can make up,
A rhythm and rhyme,
You'ld think I'd be happy,
But for just this one time,
I was aiming at composing in blank-verse.

Well, what do you know,
looks like I got loose,
of the rhythm in my head.

I'd keep hearing Bobby Dylan's voice,
Singin my words.  Maybe there his words,
And I just think there mine.

And If I ever publish this drivel,
I'll have to pay him royalties for his time,
Well screw him and that, he won't see a dime.

I keep hearing Peter Cushing in my brain,
and the dripping of the tap,
And cock-roaches dancing down in my drain,
have they got tiny umbrellas, singing in the rain,
caused by the constant dripping in my drain.

I'd better turn the tap a bit so they won't get too wet,
If they all got washed away however, it's not as though I'd fret.

And still I keep trying, not to rhyme, or keep time,
With the music in my brain, from the tip-tapping of the drain,
Counterpointed by the droning back beat of rush-hour cars.

And each driver carries with him his own song, his own story.
None of them know I'm here, my life being moved along,
By the dragging rythm of each cars passing, they just a note,
In a background instrument playing the symphony of the dull end,
capping off grimly the last long musical number in the oppereta of my day.
What note am I to them?

Sunday Movie Night in Review

Last night I watched the Coen Brothers True Grit, starring Jeff Bridges, followed by A Film With Me In It, starring Dylan Moran and Mark Doherty.

I watched True Grit first. I was trepidatious about watching this film, as I am a great fan of John Wayne's portrayal of the Rooster Cogburn character. And although I consider Jeff Bridges and Matt Damon both fine actors, my experience with recent westerns, and prejudice against the movie-remake as a concept left me luke-warm about this film.

But as I became aware on watching it, True Grit is not a remake of the 1969 movie but rather a more faithful adaption of the original book. Beautifully shot and filled with odd characters, this film is dark, cold journey through a brutal wilderness that sees a head-strong girl bent on revenge find adulthood through death and loss. No-one will ever fill John Wayne's boots as Rooster J. Cogburn, and I will always prefer the original (if somewhat marred by the presense of Glen Campbell) movie, but this True Grit is a great western, something vanishing rare among films made after 1980.

A Movie With Me In It was a hilarious situation comedy. An out of work actor named Mark shares a ram-shackle basement apartment with his profoundly disabled brother and girlfriend until a series of incredibly unlikely accidental deaths find him and his writer-director friend Pierce rushing to escape from near certain murder charges. People with weak bladders will want to take precautions before watching this movie, it's that fscking funny.

"Aaah! Zombies!!", Aww Heart-Warming Romance/Feel Good Comedy

If you like romance, comedies and inspiring stories of the underdog winning despite overwhelming odds, check out "Aaah! Zombies!!".  A story of five friends who overcome hardship, death and dismemberment to find a place for them despite the genocidal attempts of the living to wipe them out.  You'll never look at the undead the same way again.