Funday

Today is Sunday, and RayRay and Co. gave a beat down on the Raiders.


I used to have a tradition in B’more where every Sunday night my friend Amanda and I would go see a movie. The main destination was The Charles Theatre, hands down the best independent movie theater on the East Coast. A few exceptions were seeing The Golden Compass at Towson Cinema, and No Country For Old Men at the Landmark down in the Harbor.

The great thing about The Charles was the quality of movies playing. On several occasion, Amanda and I essentially just showed up at the theater, and picked a movie on the spot. Two examples were “Before The Devil Knows your Dead” and “Sleuth.” My rambling here is to explain that I never saw a disappointing movie at The Charles. I was reminded of this when I made the mistake of renting “The Strangers” yesterday. Feeling the Halloween spirit, and being up unusually early on a Saturday because I slept on a living room floor, I was walking past the Blockbuster on 16th and Potrero and stopped in. There was something disturbing about this guy, so I figured I’d rent it, hoping to be somewhat scared.

Anyway, what happened was exactly as I expected. The movie was horrible. And I was left wondering, How do I get my money back? Now, I know its my own fault for renting, but I went to the movie theater, and it was an atrocious movie, can you get your money back?

Let's Shred!

Whoever makes these are genius.

Metallica



Creed


Scott Stapp kinda looks like Colin Farrell. Are yall gonna see that new movie he is in with Eddy Norton?


Halloween next week and my costume is 90% complete.

I miss Autumn

or Fall, as I usually referred to it, back East. In San Francisco there are no seasons, and there is actually very little gray in Potrero Hill. As Sunday football was on TV, and the Ravens were losing to the Colts, I remember how I miss the gray weekends in Autumn, when the leaves were on the ground, and you could start to *see* the cold.

I saw David Byrne at the Davies Symphony Hall. It was awesome, my favorite parts were obviously when he played Talking Heads songs, especially "Houses in Motion" and "Life During Wartime." I was really hoping for either "Naive Melody" or "Born Under Punches," but I can't complain.

Whats up with the economy, yall.

From the Vault

In a former life, I had a brief stint at this place of employment.


Please ask me about it, I beg you. Charm City all the way.


Stars is playing on the office stereo, David Byrne concert on Monday. Happy Friday.

Big Things Be Happen'

Today is my Mom's birthday, yippie.

She is from Brooklyn, but from before it was cool to live there.

I saw My Bloody Valentine last night at the Concourse. All I can say is I can now imagine what it would be like if you were to attempt to fly into the sun.


TV on The Radio *KILLED* it at Treasure Island Fest. What other music do you want me to blog about, yall?


Oh and these guys are getting back together.