Archive for June, 2005


What Does It Eat?

June 30, 2005

It may be the largest freshwater fish ever recorded. It’s a catfish “the size of a grizzly bear” pulled out of the Mekong River in Thailand. It’s an unusual fish, certainly, but apparently not as unusual as I’d have thought. Reports of ten-foot catfish come out of Bulgaria, I guess, and there’s even another type of giant Mekong catfish called “the dog-eating catfish.”

Unlike the capturers of oddly gigantic animals here in the States who either just bury the suckers (remember hogzilla?) or put ’em on display for pay (I’m sure Bill Cody must’ve done it), the folks in Thailand do the sensible thing when a giant catfish dies. They eat him.


Tony Loves Chachi

June 27, 2005

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Tony, Hot Dog, Tuxedo
Tony, Hot Dog, Tuxedo,
originally uploaded by photoq.

Tony, seen here eating a hot dog in a rented tuxedo at my wedding, is getting married himself now. The missus and I couldn’t be happier. First thing I thought after hearing the news: “So, will this make Jackie my sister-in-law?” Sadly, this was followed by: “No, you dufus, ’cause Tony isn’t actually your brother.” To which I replied to myself, “Whatever, dude. You shouldn’t talk about my brother like that.”

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Jackie @ the Reception
Jackie @ the Reception,
originally uploaded by photoq.

This is the bride-to-be, the talented, hilarious and ridiculous Jackie. Seriously, in hindsight, I don’t think I’ve ever gone from meeting a person to loving them like a sister as quickly as I did with Jackie. She’s not a friend’s fiance I like because she makes my friend happy. She’s a person I’m thrilled to know myself and delighted to see joining Tony’s family. My joy for her engagement is, truly, quite selfish, because it means we’ll be seeing her for a long time. She is, quite simply, the bomb.


A Short Link

June 26, 2005

It’s not exactly new, but I just watched the teaser trailer for Linklater’s A Scanner Darkly again, and thought I’d remind you of it, too.



June 26, 2005

And now, some film moments that have been in my mind of late, shared with you for no particular reason:

From Shakespeare In Love:

WILL has climbed aboard VIOLA’S boat and is tearing open the letter. What he reads causes him great pain. He collapses into the stern seat next to VIOLA.

Oh, Thomas! She has cut my strings! I am unmanned, unmended and unmade, like a puppet in a box.

Writer, is he?

WILL turns on him savagely.

Row your boat!

From Rounders:

MIKE: I got trip aces.
GREEK FRY COOK: All I got is a pair. Jacks.
GREEK RESTAURANTEUR: Jacks? Look at him? Does he look like a man who is beaten by Jacks?
GREEK DINER: Jacks are monsters compared to the crap you play, Yuri.
GREEK RESTAURANTEUR: Fuck you. Fuck you.
GREEK DINER: Fuck me? Fuck you!

Noise: “End Theme,” Zero 7


A New Home

June 23, 2005

The Acousticboy site has gone down, presumably for good, so I’ve had to rush to find a new home for all this stuff. Here it is, with a few related tweaks and, no doubt, some bugs I haven’t caught yet. Tell your friends.

In the coming months, we’ll see what I can come up with to make use of the new site. The missus’ll be getting some use out of it, too. Stay tuned for her photoblog and a venue for buying her hand-made books. That’s coming soon, too.

Noise: Homicide: Life on the Street


Let’s Do The Time Warp

June 13, 2005

Originally posted June 12th, 2004
Did You Mean “Huge?”
Hugh Jackman sent me spam porn. Fortunately I got it at work on the Mac, where I can use the preview pane in iApple eMail pRogram and get the funniest part of it. The email reads: “This message intends for adults only. You must be 18 to scroll down.”

Wait just a fucking minute, Hugh. What the hell is that? You can’t send me a picture of a naked lady via US mail and then put it on me to regulate your material for you, and you can’t do it through email either. I’m not gonna be responsible for your shit. How about I call you up on the phone and say, “I’m about to tell you something classified by the NSA, so if you don’t have code-word clearance you’d better hang up or you’re gonna be guilty of leaking state secrets.”

Also, frankly, I’m not sure I understand why you’re using Hugh Jackman’s name to get through spam filters. I mean, my software might buy it, but the spam filter in my brain’s gonna figure it out, you know? I’ve never once received mail from a Broadway star that didn’t turn out to be about sex.

In Other News…
Turns out humongous isn’t a word. It’s slang. You know what the root of humongous is? Neither does the dictionary. It says “Perhaps blend of huge, and monstrous or tremendous.” That’s the same as “I dunno, maybe huge? Yeah, maybe huge and… is mungus a word?”

I love the word humongous. I love that it comes from us, the peasants. I love that it came into use just because it sounds like it should mean “fucking huge.” That’s cool as all get up.

Today, humongous. Tomorrow, ginormous.

Noise: Frou Frou, “Let Go”


June 7, 2005

sprezzatura: the casual ease of someone schooled to meet the demands of very complex and exacting rules or the graceful performance of a difficult task so that it looks easy. (Italian)