Oz ,'Storyteller'
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Daniel, from talking with my co-workers about various tv shows, I think that indeed the average viewer loves the anvils, especially anvilly metaphors. Co-worker M. thought the whole moth thing was just beautiful.
Whatever works. Go anvil.
edited for spelling, again
From South Park. You know how there was a Mecha-Godzilla? This was a giant clanky godzilla-robot Barbra Streisand. The horror.
Who, of course, was vanquished by Robert Smith of The Cure, who also is Mothra.
Javier Grillo-Marxuach
The man does actually have some talent. And is very funny.
Sean's right. I maligned JG-M. I'm keeping my eye on the Johnson/Dini team, though. IMDB [link] has almost nothing but cartoons for Dini, and I think it showed a bit with The Moth.
Jennifer Johnson's portfolio [link] is also shows I never saw. Well, I saw a few "Providence"'s, but they didn't do much for me.
IMDB [link] has almost nothing but cartoons for Dini
Paul Dini's a freakin' genius. He's the guy who has guided all the animated DC-verse up through the creation of the Teen Titans (but not the new The Batman).
I was going through Cleolinda's Recap of this week's Lost ep.
Some highlights:
Then Charlie's brother Liam--because what's a rock band without a guy named Liam?--is waiting for Charlie out in the pews with his feet propped up all blasphemously and shit
On the beach, Charlie's all like, "AHHH! JACK! CAVE! HELP!" And Mercutio takes over at this point and commandeers some guy a few feet away: "Scott?" "I'm Steve," says that guy. "I'm Scott," says the guy next to him. Mercutio's like, "WHOEVER! GET A MOVE ON!" I found this endlessly funny for some reason. It's like they're admitting that these guys are just a bunch of redshirts and no one gives a damn who they are.
While Sawyer's in the tree, Sayid tells Kate to be careful because he doesn't trust Sawyer... with Kate. There is so much subtextual bom-chicka in this scene that my bomchickameter shorted out and now I have to buy a new one. Thanks a lot, man--those things are expensive.
Snicker Bitch is babbling about Malibu parties to some girl they didn't pay to speak, just to point at the exploding rocket in the distance, and Snicker Bitch is like, "Oh shit!" She runs over and actually manages to light her rocket and not set herself on fire.
From the recap, these just made me laugh uncontrollably:
The band sings "You All Everybody," a song title that made more sense back when I thought it was "You Are Everybody." I would think that with all the band's success they could afford to buy a verb for their song title, but apparently not.
Charlie kicks the groupies out because he wants to have a serious talk with his brother. I don't know how serious he expects this talk to be, though, given that he's wearing a black sleeveless something and the gayest sparkly yellow scarf ever. Like, it's tied Boy Scout-style under his neck. For real. I appreciate the Velvet Goldmine attempts but--no.
Charlie's sitting by the fire in the cave shelter and he looks baaaaaad. I've seen canned ass three days old that looked better than Charlie. Hurley's all like, "What's wrong with him, man?" and Jack's like, "It is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine."
Charlie's sitting by the fire in the cave shelter and he looks baaaaaad. I've seen canned ass three days old that looked better than Charlie. Hurley's all like, "What's wrong with him, man?" and Jack's like, "It is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine."
I can't believe I forgot to put that one in there. That was the one that made me want to quote the others....
"It is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine."
Too funny. Also, reminds me that I haven't read the recap yet.
Okay, I have caught up, and instead of grave and thought-provoking insight, I have to provide this thought.
Once I realized there was a Sawyer/Sayid hoyay camp, the line, "I don't trust him...with you," takes on a whole new meaning. "I don't trust him...with you, because you and your non-matching-underclothes-wearing -self might steal him away from me and our sweet, sweet fusilage love. I know him but tenuously in these early days and do not yet know if his yay is only of the ho, or if he yays with all. And I'm thinking, all, because, look at him."