…and sometimes you just want six-legged aliens, space chicks, and ray guns.
(Shop windows of Moe’s Books in Berkeley)
Too many Andersons
When I was younger, I used to have a mental block on the words porpoise, tortoise, and turquoise. They were just similar enough that my brain filed all three words in a single slot, and I found it inordinately hard to distinguish between them.
Then, a couple of years ago, I developed a similar block on three people: Peter Morville (information architecture guy, co-author of the polar bear book), Peter Merholtz (user experience guy, co-founder of Adaptive Path), and Peter Morwood (SF and Fantasy guy, husband of Diane Duane). I just couldn’t tell the difference between them without a quick net search to jog my brain.
Now, I’ve got the same thing going on with three movie directors: Wes Anderson (Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums), Paul W.S. Anderson (Event Horizon, Resident Evil), and Paul Thomas Anderson (Boogie Nights, Magnolia).
The block is annoying, but it has got me wondering what kind of film these directors would make if they really were one person. It would probably be a multi-threaded ensemble piece, darkly humorous, with tragi-comic elements, about a dysfunctional family with at least one child genius…fighting off a zombie invasion from outer space.
It might not suck, you know.
The Singing Branson
Found in the window of an outlandish and tacky gift shop on Piedmont Avenue the day we arrived: this colourful bust apparently representing a singing, guitar-playing Sir Richard Branson. They didn’t quite get the gap between his front teeth right, but apart from that….
Pilcrow Talk
Wouldn’t than make a nice title for a blog or a column about typography?
Time keeps on slipping
It’s 11 o’clock. We’re all packed and backed up. Only four and a half hours until we have to get up, get dressed, and head out the door to catch our plane. It would be foolish of me to get in a quick half hour of Halo 2, wouldn’t it?
On the other hand, I’m going to be sleep-deprived anyway. And what with Ratchet & Clank 3 arriving on Friday, me being sick over the weekend, and all of the busying around we’ve had to do this week, I haven’t actually played H2 at all since my first session last Thursday…and I’m not going to get another chance for another two weeks…
Yeah, foolish.
Um.
Okay, that’s the iPod ordered
4th Gen, 20GB model. Yippee!