Monthly Archives: October 2007

Michael…Michael…MICHAEL!!

I wanted to post something in honor of Halloween…so I figured a little video of Michael Myers I found on The Youtube might work:

Best of Michael Myers – Halloween – part 1

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Need a costume idea?

Check out this guy (at least I’m assuming it’s a guy):
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Indiana Jane

I remember, back in the day, being rather excited that they were making a movie based on the Tomb Raider games. I had never played them, but knew the basics: good-looking treasure hunter running around exploring tombs and shooting things. I figured it was going to be Indiana Jones with a dame. Of course, about half-way through the movie I realized how wrong I was. It was awful. Weird time-travel shit and Jon Voight’s ghost. Angelina Jolie and her twin pistols (oh grow up…you know what I mean!) notwithstanding, Tomb Raider was two hours of my life I would honestly like back.

That brings me to Rogue Angel–a new series of action/adventure books starring archaeologist Annja Creed. These books, written by Alex Archer (a pseudonym for a couple of blokes), follow Annja’s adventures as she travels the globe, hunting for priceless (and potentially dangerous) artifacts. To amp up the weird, Annja also happens to have become the heir of Joan of Arc’s sword–a mysterious weapon which only she can wield. Along with the sword, Annja inherits Joan’s mentor, a 500 year old cad named Roux (and Roux’s equally long-lived nemesis/apprentice, Braden).

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With the exception of the first book, Destiny (which tells the story of how Annja gets Joan’s sword), the other books are all stand-alone adventures, ranging from China to New Mexico to Africa. I’ll be the first one to admit that they’re formulaic (which explains how they can publish 2 or 3 books a year): a mysterious treasure or artifact is discovered, Annja somehow gets roped into finding the dingus, a nefarious third party wants the dingus, Annja has to face an army of heavily-armed goons to protect the dingus. Formulaic? Sure. Fun? Hell yeah! I can’t remember the last time I’ve read anything with this many car chases, helicopter chases, or speedboat chases, not to mention this many AK-47s, M16s, and M9s.

Pure, unadulterated fun. ‘Nuff said.

Ah…the depths of fandom

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting together to celebrate your love of a favorite TV show or movie–if fat men can paint their naked bodies bright colors to support a professional sports team, why can’t skinny kids dress up like Stormtroopers?–but, there’s something about the idea of an Office Convention that makes the mind boggle.

I guess I can always look forward to next year’s How I Met Your Mother-palooza.

Captain of Crazy-town

shatner_shatnerroast_tn.jpgAccording to this, it looks like Bill Shatner won’t be in the J.J. Abrams-helmed Star Trek reboot. Quote the Shat: “I thought, what a decision to make, since it obviously is a decision not to make use of the popularity I have to ensure the movie has good box office. It didn’t seem to be a wise business decision.”

Anyone else remember when Adam West all but begged Tim Burton to let him play a character called “Uncle Batman” who would drive up in the old 60s Batmobile and save Michael Keaton’s Dark Knight?

Bruce Campbell and crazy costumes…

Jack of all Trades

Remember when TV shows had theme songs?

Sure…the shows might suck, but an entertaining theme song can cover a multitude of sins.

Come back Bruce…we need you!

A wizard named Harry

No…not that one. 

For the last year or so, I’ve been slowly and steadily making my way through Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files books.  I just finished the eighth book in paperback (Proven Guilty) and, despite a few ups and downs along the way, I’ve enjoyed every page. 

This Harry is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden.  Like the other Harry, Harry Dresden is a wizard.  Unlike the other Harry, this Harry is also a detective.  He’s also the only certified wizard to advertise in the Chicago yellow pages.  The series begins with Storm Front, which is presented as a pretty straight forward detective story of the wise-cracking, P.I. variety.  Yes, it involves magic, but Butcher treats magic the same way Robert Parker or Elmore Leonard would treat a knife or a handgun.  It’s a tool.  In fact, Harry goes about two-thirds of the way through this first book without doing an ounce of hocus-pocus.

As the series progresses, things get more complicated.  A ton of secondary and tertiary characters move in and out (including Harry’s old mentor Ebenezar McCoy, Michael Carpenter–one of God’s holy hitmen–and a horny talking skull named Bob).  A war erupts between the wizards and the vampires.  But, for the most part, Harry remains Harry.  He’s the same wise-cracking, pop-culture-reference-spouting, bad-luck-having, chivalrous schmuck in the eighth book as he was in the first.

Personally, I’ve probably enjoyed the fourth book, Summer Knight–which involves Harry getting caught up in a civil war between the Summer and Winter Courts of Faerie (don’t ask)–the most.  However, the second book, Fool Moon, also gets high marks for using every possible explanation for lycanthropy under the sun.