Where the Wild Things Are

There's a trend in Hollywood of taking beloved childrens material, dressing it up in CG, and releasing it for a summer hit. There have been few hits, and many more misses (anybody remember "Casper"?). Sometimes they get it right.

"Where the Wild Things" Are promises to be one of this years biggest hits. World famous music video guru, Spike Jonze undertook the task at the request of Maurice Sendak himself! To round out the writing team Jonze hired experience novelist Dave Eggers. I have read Eggers first novel, "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" and was amazed at how he was able to capture the feeling of being in your mid-20's. Watch the trailer here for this spectacular, spectacular!



Those of you who don't know, this film is also very personal. I have a Wild Things tattoo on my right thigh. I'll post pics of it later, but here's the general idea, without Max.



Another popular childrens book is getting the Hollywood treatment these days. The toddler tinkle tome, "Everyone Poops" is following closely in the "Where the Wild Things Are" spotlight. I'll let their trailer speak for itself.



Can't wait for that one. A real tear-jerker. (Poop-mover?)

Who's In The Spotlight Now?

Every once in a while my bravado meets its match. Today it has encountered gravitas of such extraordinary ability that surely it shall wither up and die inside me. Meet Lil' Nicholifavs from New York, New York! Talk about presh! He only blogs from the Mac Store on Fifth Ave. because he has class, but no cash. Kindred spirits.

Take a look at him getting 'jiggy with it' (relevance).



I've never liked that song so much (I hate that song, it was written by monkeys in front of typewriters who were only taught to type one sentence.) Next we see him in 'Stunners", or 'Stunnahs', or 'Sunglasses that have no glasses'. Check it out.



Check him out! Did you see those crowds? Lil' Kanyusher here has star quality, I just hope Justin Long doesn't take it personally when they replace him with New Michael Jackson here.

Pillow-Talk and Serial Killers

Well, it's been a long time, no? It's been a long time, yes! Just a quick blog about the state of our union. Our civil union. It's getting less and less civil. I understand wanting to make your voice heard, but if what you're looking for is answers you must be prepared to listen to them. Stop interrupting our public officials; I want to know what they have to say.

On the other hand, I kind of know what they feel. You see, I am not bursting to shout in some town hall about fictitious 'death panels'. No, instead I want to make some noise about love. Major love. Ground-shaking, earth-shattering, mind-blowing love. It's awesome. The only problem is the pillow-talk. I consider myself a hopeless romantic; but recently, when getting close and being sweet, I find it harder and harder to not sound like a serial killer. Let me paint a picture for you:

There we lay, limbs locked together in some lovely puzzle we try to put together in each others eyes. Spooning, I whisper into your ear, "I love your skin". So far so good, but I can't stop, "I love the taste of your skin". Uh-oh! Back off, Walter! "I just want to wear your skin all day". And there it goes. Now instead of a doting lover I am a mentally unstable, middle aged white male with a history of violence and childhood abuse.

So messed up. Don't judge me, just pray for me.