The Book of Road of Another Version of the Truth

8.3.10

4:25 pm

First off, watched Cormac McCarthy's The Road last night.

Whereas The Book of Eli was more comic book/stylish/action movie, The Road was more...we are gonna fucking die.

Dark shit.

Went along pretty well with the book, but for the addition of flashbacks to his wife and (sort of) how things got to be how they are.

A nice addition.

Nice job,

Nice, dark, dead job.

Moe importantly, Chris and I had our engagement/machete party last week.

A resounding success despite the lack of rooftop access (although I'm sure more people would have partook of the Chopping and been less Afraid if we'd had it) and a shorter than expected (five hours) duration.

We had a metric fuckton of people (that's 33 for all you non-mathematicians out there...like anybody that reads this isn't a mathematician...silly, silly me...) and it was delightful to see so many people that we usually don't.

This party has spurred us to want to have more and more frequently.

So, whip out your party hats, because hopefully, you'll be seeing a lot more of us.

Bill showed up and presented us will YET ANOTHER machete, this one was his father's and has actually been used to cut through vines and such in Burma and places like that.

It's a bit smaller than its Honduran cousins, but it's a fuck lot sharper too.

As in, you could die by touching it.

Our plan is to de-rust it (it's a leetle oxidized at the mo') and mount it with the others.

And then gut home invaders with it.

So, any home invaders out there?

Come on over and meet my little friend, Choppy III AKA Victor the Victorious.

We're naming our machetes now.

I've spent the last two nights rewatching Spaced, the British TV show written by Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson Heynes and directed by Edgar Wright.

These guys...boy oh boy, so glad they kept making stuff.

Jessica is just adorable.

Also hunted around (Google searched) and found a brand new teaser for the upcoming David Fincher movie, The Social Network, featuring brand new Reznor/Ross music.

As I thought, the music lends a slightly overdramatic feel to things.

This is going to be a really odd score for this movie, I think.

We'll see.

And speaking of Reznor, my Another Version Of The Truth Blu-Ray arrived today.

A little background.

A few years ago, Reznor leaked about 400GB of HD footage from their Lights In The Sky tour.

The original plan was to film a concert in 3D with James Cameron directing, but scheduling got fucked and the whole thing was abandoned.

This was a massive sad face for me and thousands of fans, because this tour was, by far, the most technically impressive, full of moving LED screens which used interactive, real-time elements during the show.

It would have made an incredible Blu-Ray release.

Anyway, some fans decided to take the 400GB (three whole shows worth of raw footage) and assemble a master edit, then release it, free (except for shipping) for anyone that wanted it.

After time there were torrents made available, then regular DVD's and then, finally, the Blu-Ray.

I got mine today.

Had a chance to pop it in a have a look.

These guys did a great job.

The ONLY problem I'd mention is the lack of professional editing.

Other than the occasional sloppy or odd edit, the thing looks amazing.

So, for $11 I got the professionally printed Blu-Ray of the leaked footage (called "The Gift"), a DVD of the last NIN show from that tour and a bonus disc with some pretty cool shit on it, all in a professionally printed package including artwork and some other dorky NIN fanboy goodies you would probably not care to hear about.

MAGIC MISSILE!!!!!

Magic Missile, indeed...

Anyway, now I'm planning a small (I can think of 8 people that might be interested) gathering to watch this tasty little biscuit at my place.

Should be fun.

Could that be it?

Well, I could mention that there's this dude here that believes Cool Water cologne doesn't smell like toilet cleaner or maybe he just has gangrene or massive halitosis and just pours the shit on every night before he gets here so he funks up the tiny, non-ventilated office I'm in so it stinks like the 80's whenever he shows up.

He smells awful and it makes me want to sob.

Maybe I'll bring Chris' respirator and see if he gets the point.

The point that he smells like a magazine insert.

Or maybe not.

He might be self conscious.

Of smelling horrible.

Anyway.

Yeah.