A simple recipe for chimichurri
Used this easy recipe the other night to go with sirloin steak and it turned out great, though I think we could use a little less oil next time # ·
The return of the remaindered links (sort of)
I’ve been thinking of ways to improve my front page for a while now, and Jason Kottke’s post on his own changes was just what I needed. When I first started my link blog it was pinned right after the first main post, basically copying what Kottke did then, and is doing again now. So why not steal from the best once more? (My rejigged front page also has the added bonus of introducing some colour (via the category banners, which I’ll be tinkering with in due course) that’s been lacking, I think; all these blacks and greys were bumming me out.) # ·
Metazz: Metal Album Covers Redesigned
I feel fairly meh about most of these, but the Black Sabbath one is fantastic [c/o Decibel]. # ·
Girls Fight Out
You might expect the perspective of this outsider who meets some of the tough-as-nails women vying for a spot in the UFC to err on the superficial, to play up the ‘bloodsport’ angle and decry the sexism and general bro-ness of big-time MMA. And Taffy Brodesser-Akner doesn’t leave any of that out, because it’s all there for the taking, but she’s also savvy enough to see the UFC as showbusiness, as entertainment as much as if not more than the sporting championship it professes to be. It’s funny how much Dana White, the Vince McMahon of MMA, and his ilk constantly rag on the ‘fakeness’ of pro wrestling when the UFC’s recent success is mostly down to the oldest tricks in the kayfabe book. Brodesser-Akner doesn’t make any explicit comparison, but it’s impossible to miss the parallels between, say, the hooded, menacing Ronda Rousey marching to the ring to the strains of ‘Bad Reputation’ and the glass-smashing, ass-whooping heyday of Stone Cold Steve Austin. # ·
The Legend of Panther Girl
Even if this tale is as embellished or kayfabed as the world of wrestling it depicts, it’s still a wonderful story of rivalry among the top gals of grappling in the heyday of the territorial era. # ·
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Jason Snell extols the virtues of the CMS that still provides the backbone for legendary websites like Kottke.org and this place right here. # ·
Roads Were Not Built for Cars
Did you know Henry Ford ripped off the idea of the assembly line from bicycle factories? There’s plenty of tidbits like that in this review of a new book busting the myths of road ownership. # ·
Random Acts of Nuclear Devastation
A Christmas present from everyone’s favourite ‘heavy jazz’ duo Dead Neanderthals. # ·
My Thumped review of Whiplash
I have to say, I wasn’t blown away right after seeing this, but it stayed with me over the next few days, more for the range and quality of JK Simmons’ performance than anything else # ·
Unedited Footage of a Bear
You’ve seen Too Many Cooks, right? Well, here’s another great ‘infomercial’ from the warped minds at Adult Swim. # ·
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Went through very unofficial channels to see this one, but I’m glad I didn’t leave the house or cough up the cash because Inherent Vice isn’t worth it:
Adapted from the Thomas Pynchon novel, Inherent Vice is Chinatown in the gonzo sensibility of the Coen brothers or Terry Gilliam, except it’s a Paul Thomas Anderson film so it’s a million hours long, overly enamoured with its talkiness as it meanders from scene to scene, with an unnecessarily unwieldily cast to boot.
A couple of bad horror choices to kick off the new year, starting with WWE-produced slasher sequel See No Evil 2:
I expected much more from this sequel, coming from hot horror prospects the Soska sisters, and with a cast including genre stalwarts Danielle Harris and Katharine Isabelle. Only Isabelle really stands out as a knowing parody of the drunk party girl archetype, but she’s in a completely different movie to everyone else: a self-serious slasher with no plot to speak of, set in a bland, sterile environment, and with depressingly underwhelming kill scenes. The first film was pretty bad, but at least it had a semblance of a story, and a decent performance by Kane; this one’s so boring, it’s actually worse.
Besides my review of Whiplash on Thumped, and a few of my quick news bits for Afloat taking off with hits in the hundreds, which is always nice, there’s little remarkable to report in terms of the work side of the work/life balance.
So let’s talk life, and more to the point, my consuming passion: since Wednesday last week (after finding out about the soft launch) I’ve been mostly spending countless hours watching WWE Network, trawling the archive of WCW pay-per-views and shows that I never saw back in the day. I’ll be writing about it in greater detail soon.
I complained on Twitter a few days ago about the way Impact Wrestling is being shot for TV now, going by the newest episodes taped recently at the Hammerstein Ballroom. Completely aside from the precarious booking (forgivable; the company’s still ironing out kinks in its new creative direction) and the terrible lighting (ostensibly a decision by producer John Gaburick to put more emphasis on the ring but come on, it’s really to hide the poor attendance, a few hundred in a room that seats over a thousand), I was constantly distracted by the amateurish camerawork and direction (blame for which has to lay at Gaburick’s feet as well).
I went through Connemara on a day trip last October, and I took some photos along the way. Here they are in a Flickr album, uploaded as-is from my iPhone, no edits.
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