I won’t see you all day, Tumblr. Here’s why: I’m going to be in a movie theater for most of the day, watching five of this year’s ten Best Picture nominees. I’ve never done AMC’s Best Picture Showcase before, although I’ve wanted to; this year, even though none of my friends wanted to take the plunge, I’m going for it. Here are the movies on the docket for today, Saturday, February 27:
10:30 AM: Avatar (3D) 1:45 PM: Up in the Air 4:00 PM: Precious 6:45 PM: The Blind Side 9:15 PM: Inglourious Basterds
I saw both Up in the Air and Inglourious Basterds during their respective theatrical runs, but I loved them both so much that I’m almost certain that I’ll stick around for second viewings. I had planned to go to Manhattan and see Avatar in proper IMAX 3D (i.e., on a big-ass screen), but none of my friends wanted to go because they’re lame (seeing a trend here?). So I’ll have to settle for regular 3D. Bah.
Yesterday, Destructoid (the videogame website I write for) was featured in the business section of the Miami Herald — we recently opened an office in San Francisco, the nexus of the gaming press. It’s an exciting time, and the article does a good job of highlighting the site’s growth as well as its continuing challenges.
“…it’s how I was raised: if someone fucks you, and you don’t wanna be fucked, start screaming.”—Kevin Smith, on why he raised hell after being kicked off a Southwest Airlines flight for being too fat to fit in one seat — even though he wasn’t
“And let’s get something straight. When you leave a long suicide note about “what’s wrong with this country” and concluding that “violence is the only answer” and that you need to rack up a body count to make change—when you have someone willing to kill a bunch of strangers to get a point across—yes, that’s terrorism. Just because he’s not a A-rab doesn’t mean it’s not terrorism.”—the word unheard, re: this (via kaytee) Seriously. Timothy McVeigh? The Unabomber? Yeah, those dudes were terrorists, too.
“Resentment is allowing someone to live rent-free in a room in your head. […] If we think we have physical imperfections, obsessing about them is only destructive. Low self-esteem involves imagining the worst that other people can think about you. That means they’re living upstairs in the rent-free room.”—Roger Ebert
“Do you know how fucking humiliating it is to have to stress that point [that I fit into the seat I paid for], over and over; but it’s the whole crux of their case, and it’s the central lie this whole affair is predicated upon. I’m not denying I’m fat at all; I’m denying their accusation that I didn’t fit in the seat — which is their entire justification for kicking me off the plane. And earlier, on Twitter, I already offered to prove I could easily fit into the seat in question (as well as buckle the seat belt) in front of a live studio audience. But contrary to the ramblings of all the chucklefucks who think this is good publicity for me, it sucks to have to subject myself to public scrutiny for what I look like. You think I dig being acknowledged for this dubious honor of Too Fat To Fly? Fifteen years of being “the CLERKS-guy” became TF-TF overnight. Awesome legacy.”—Kevin Smith, responding on his blog to a Twitter user who asserted that Smith assumed he would be afforded special treatment from Southwest Airlines due to his celebrity
“But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying. The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default-setting, the “rat race” — the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.”—David Foster Wallace, in a commencement speech at Kenyon College in 2005 [via @brandonnn]
P.S. Isn’t The Challenger Deep, like, an AWESOME name for the deepest known part of the world’s oceans? Like, I immediately think of a booming voice shouting, “THE CHALLENGER DEEP,” as a camera zooms in on the surface of the Pacific and then plunges all the way down to 36,000 feet below sea level. It would work really well as a Discovery Channel special or something, no?
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“The end of this season is going to be as revolutionary to the concept of the show, if not more so, than last year was.”—Josh Schwartz, co-creator of Chuck, talking about the show’s current (third) season