Monthly Archives: August 2005

Kids Today…

Writer Peter David tells a heartbreaking story today about a little boy who loves Spider-Man. He wears Spidey-branded shoes, plays the Spidey video game, owns the Spider-Man movies on DVD and regularly watches the animated series on the Cartoon Network. But he’s never read a Spider-Man comic. Even worse, he has no interest in reading one. Zero. Zip. The very source of the character and stories that he’s made the center of his young life holds as much appeal for seven-year-old Steven as sitting through a grad-school lecture on macroeconomics. (Not that a lecture on macroeconomics holds much appeal for anybody except the tiniest handful, but you get my point.)

It is stories like this that are propelling me down the road to premature Grumpy Old Man-hood.

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Vive la Book-vending Machines!

Say what you will about the French — and I know people who will say plenty — they are the clever folks who brought us the wonders of the self-cleaning street toilet. And now they’ve come up with another “duh, why haven’t we had this before?” invention: the Maxi-Livres book-vending machine. Five such machines, stocking 25 titles that range from The Odyssey to a French-English dictionary, have been installed in various locations around Paris. According to the linked article, the books cost only $2.45, an incredible bargain these days, especially when you factor in exchange rates. And the thing that makes these machines really cool?

…Maxi-Livre’s distributors were designed to bypass the characteristic vending-machine-drop, which can be punishing for books.

 

“We knew that French bibliophiles would be horrified to see their books falling into a trough like candy or soda,” [Maxi-Livre president Xavier] Chambon said. “So we installed a mechanical arm that grabs the book and delivers it safely.”

While my first choice will always be a quirky, independently-owned bookshop — preferably one with a live-in cat or other animal mascot — I really like this idea. If nothing else, it would solve that nasty problem of what to read on the train-ride home if you finish your book during your lunch break…

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Boomer Trivia

What does it say about me that I know more about Baby Boomer pop culture than my parents?

To explain: my folks don’t have their own e-mail addresses, e-mail apparently being something akin to the arcane arts of blackest magic as far as they’re concerned. That means that all their buddies who are e-literate tend to send their jokes and stories and other assorted spam to me, hoping that I will be a good son and relay it to the parental units. Most of the time I don’t bother because very little of it is worth their time, or mine, either. (I especially despise the would-be heartstring-tuggers!) But every now and again something comes through that’s kind of fun and worth passing along.

Case in point: a trivia quiz that arrived yesterday, composed of questions about TV, music, and historical events from the late 1950s and ’60s. When I first opened the message, I was confident that I’d know quite a few of the answers, since I spent a good part of my childhood watching re-runs of the previous decade’s television programming, but imagine my surprise when I got more of these correct than my parents. Obviously something is seriously amiss in the space-time continuum…

Here’s the quiz, slightly edited by me for grammar and such:

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Joe Ranft

Boy, this one is sad: Joe Ranft, part of the creative team at the computer animation film company Pixar, died yesterday in a horrific accident (he was a passenger in a car that went off a Southern California cliff into the ocean). He was only 45.

Most people have probably never heard of Ranft unless they’re major animation buffs, but he was a big-time force behind four of Pixar’s amazing raft of hits — Toy Story and its sequel, A Bug’s Life, and Monsters, Inc. all benefited from his writing talents. He also provided character voices for several other Pixar films, most notably Heimlich, the overweight and food-obsessed caterpillar, in A Bug’s Life. If you’ve watched the DVD supplements on any of those films, you’ll likely recognize his face.

In addition, a check of his filmography reveals that he had a hand in several other significant animated films of recent years, including Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King, and the film that, as much as anything, is responsible for the modern renaissance of film animation, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?. I myself am not a big fan of animated movies, but looking over this list I realize that I am a fan of most everything Joe Ranft worked on. What a bummer…

If you’re interested in reading more, The Hollywood Reporter obituary is here, and the blog Cartoon Brew has remembrances and links to other relevant material here.

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The Legacy of Our Culture

Here’s some news that will make the blood of moral crusader-types run cold: an Australian researcher has determined that nudie magazines are practically immortal.

During an investigation into the rate at which wood-pulp products degrade in landfills, this intrepid scientist found that magazines with coated, glossy pages — the ones with lots of pictures, in other words — were the best preserved of all the printed matter he uncovered. A 1979 copy of Playboy was described as being in “near-mint condition” after decades in the dump. The smart-alecks at Fark (quoted by the other smart-alecks at Boing Boing) say this means that “porn will be this civilization’s gift to the next civilization.”

So, am I wicked for finding this impossibly droll?

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Is This The Best We Can Do for Movie Stars?

So, I saw the movie Wedding Crashers over the weekend. It was likable enough, if not quite deserving of the critical praise that’s been heaped upon it. I suspect folks are making a big deal out of this one because it’s the first film of its type in a very long time that appeals to grown-up sensibilities, rather than pandering to the mid-teen demographic. In other words, it’s an R-rated comedy about 30-something guys that happily admits to being what it is instead of compromising itself down to a PG-13 that’s too hard-core for kids and too wimpy for adults, as so many others have done in recent years. In that respect, the movie was quite refreshing, and I personally enjoyed seeing the aging-but-still-beautiful Jane Seymour and the aging-but-still-uber cool Christopher Walken in memorable supporting roles.

The movie did leave me with one big, nagging question, though: what is the deal with Owen Wilson?

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The Long National Crisis is Over

Dick Clark will be returning to Times Square this New Year’s Eve. Even though the title of Clark’s annual broadcast, Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, hasn’t been strictly accurate in years — how much rocking can you really do with musical guests like Kool & the Gang? — Clark on New Year’s is an institution, and I, for one, missed seeing him last year. I know he can’t last forever, despite all the jokes about him being an android; the linked article notes that Ryan “I have lousy taste in clothes and no discernable charisma” Seacrest is warming up to take over for Clark permanently. There’ll be a time, probably not too distant now, when Dick Clark will be just one more old-school pop-cultural reference that garners blank stares from the whippersnappers. But in the meantime, I really hope ol’ Dick’s got a few more New Year’s broadcasts left in him. We have so little continuity in our society these days, so few common points of reference, that we need to prolong the careers of our cheesy, beloved, old TV hosts as long as we possibly can…

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Friday Afternoon Reading

I’m a shade too young to have owned the famous poster of Farrah Fawcett (or, as I believe she was known at the time, Farrah Fawcett-Majors). It was originally released in 1976, and I wouldn’t become interested in hanging my first girlie poster until sometime in the ’80s. Nevertheless, anyone who was alive and had their eyes open during the late ’70s surely knows that image of Farrah: the billowing mass of blond hair, the red swimsuit, the big, scary, “say cheese” smile. It’s an icon of its age, so much so that movie-set decorators often use it to help evoke that long-lost time when collars were wide and sex was just good, clean fun.

It turns out there’s an interesting story behind the poster, a tale of two brothers who started small, made a fortune, then lost everything, including each other. If you don’t have much on the agenda today and need something to while away your afternoon, check out this article about Mike and Ted Trikilis and their one time poster-publishing empire, Pro Arts Inc. It’s a pretty long piece, but I found it fascinating. It’s also rather sad, but then, many of the best stories are, aren’t they?

(For the record, the first pin-up to grace my bedroom wall was as much an icon of the ’80s as the Farah shot was of the ’70s, specifically that one of Heather Thomas in a pink bikini. Don’t know who Thomas is? She used to provide eye-candy for a TV series called The Fall Guy. Which, oddly enough, starred Farrah Fawcett’s ex-husband, Lee Majors. Hmm. There’s gotta be some kind of cosmic symmetry there, don’t you think?)

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Literary Immortality

Picture yourself curled up in your favorite chair on a cool autumn afternoon, sipping a cup of your favorite hot beverage, lost in the pages of a good novel… and all of a sudden a character steps into the scene who shares your name and maybe even looks like you. Sound like fun?

Well, then, check this out: a dozen or so notable authors including Michael Chabon, Amy Tan, Peter Straub, Lemony Snickett, John Grisham, Stephen King, and Neil Gaiman (from whose blog I got this little tidbit of news) are auctioning off the opportunity for your name to appear in one of their upcoming books. It’s all for charity, with the proceeds going to the First Amendment Project, an advocacy group that defends the freedom of expression. Complete details about this charity auction are available here.

Personally, I’m thinking I’d like to be immortalized by Stephen King. If you know his work, it probably won’t surprise you to hear that he’s offering the most elaborate prize for your auction money; whereas the other authors promise simply to use your name somewhere, King intends to have his way with your fictional doppelganger:

“…Buyer should be aware that CELL is a violent piece of work, which comes complete with zombies set in motion by bad cell phone signals that destroy the human brain. Like cheap whiskey, it’s very nasty and extremely satisfying. Character can be male or female, but a buyer who wants to die must in this case be female. In any case, I’ll require physical description of auction winner, including any nickname (can be made up, I don’t give a rip).”

A buyer who wants to die at the hands of cell-phone-induced zombies… I love it.

The auctions are being held in three separate blocks, with King’s prize up for grabs during the September 8-18 block. You know, my birthday happens to fall within that span of time. If someone really wanted to impress me…

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