Instead of a motorcycle Kaneda rides around on a totally sweet red horse.

I mostly don't appreciate the snippy tone and the weird sudden negative references to movies I have seen. The tone is very much "look at my cinemaphile bona-fides, I didn't like this thing which is somewhat well regarded," which is always is the worst approach to take.

After a weekend of drinking, I watched a couple movies.

At this point I confess I remember the episode of Voyager much better than the entire movie of Independence Day.

Chrome flash and Adobe flash fight like high school cheerleaders who are both trying to get the attention of Chad McQuarterback. You have to disable one of them.

I'd like to see a prequel where it explains how a scout alien ship crashed on earth and it was reverse engineered into various computers and things, which explains why the alien mothership was somehow Mac compatible.

I think he calmed way down about that kind of stuff after Yoshifumi Kondo died, and I don't think we'll hear about him working himself to death. I just don't think he's the kind of guy who can stop creating, and his continually interrupted retirement is kind of proof of that.

I'm sure he's completely serious right now. And then in a year or two he'll see something neat and decide to make a movie about it.

Wasn't From Up On Poppy Hill supposed to be alright? Haven't watched it yet though.

Since he keeps saying that, I'll believe we've seen the last of his films when he is no longer around to make them.

While I don't drive a car with a factory tape deck, I did borrow one recently. Like any sensible person, I went to the dollar store and get a aux port to cassette adapter.

I've never tried fucking a wax cylinder. 

I was at a show and one guy said he had a cassette for the "audiophiles". Make of that what you will.

I had a Saskatchewan suggestion earlier! It had nothing to do with football and not much to do with wheat.

Yeah, the province is always more varied than even people who live here would admit, but I think this works at capturing the attitude at least, or at least the attitude of places where I've lived.

This probably works for Saskatchewan, Rah Rah's Prairie Girl. I don't think there's another song that really sums up the province as well.

The last two, mostly because they turned into this delightfully crazy cross between Wile E. Coyote and Ocean's Eleven instead of that nonsense they were before.

My cat is technically named Parrot - as a kitten she liked to perch on my shoulder - but since I more commonly call her "Kitty" or "Catbutt" I don't think that really counts as her name.

Call me crazy, but Paul W.S. Anderson makes the perfect movies for a slightly hungover Sunday afternoon. They're quick, they're sometimes inventive, and while they're incredibly stupid they're enjoyable in an environment where you desperately want to avoid thinking too hard.

Tyler Perry Presents: Tyler Perry's Confessions of a Tyler Perry so deep in the closet he's met fucking Aslan, starring Tyler Perry.