April’s 13

Is it still April? Oh. Good. Shew.

Questions, open: I really need some questions. Can you help me?

Slow web reading, “11 Ways Tomorrow’s Internet Will Change Everything“: Looking for a size-8 tinfoil cap over here!

Obsessions, “Wax Poetics” magazine: When you get close enough to start thinking about finishing out the up-to-now complete set of a magazine, but then realize that you have, reasonably, about $200 of investing to do… well, you have hit a crossroads in life and in prioritizing, friends.

Bands, Nada Surf: Been a fan since “Popular” put them on the Point-ey map, though they’ve never been in that must-listen-all-the-time vein. But they’re cover of “Enjoy the Silence” from the new “If I Had a Hi-Fi” may put them back into heavier, personal rotation. And you have to love their ingenious website.

Conundrums, rain barrels: How long would you wait to connect with that one guy who makes free-to-you rain barrels before figuring that you might not get one this year even with some heavy spring rains to come? I’m figuring on another week, before officially flipping out.

Lenten sacrifices, Phuc Loi: The hardest part about giving up restaurant food for Lent? No visits to Phuc Loi. Just looking at these pictures wasn’t quite enough.

New garden experiment, onion patch: Planting onions might just be the signal that middle-age is all-encompassing and official. But they’re so fun to plant! And I don’t children, so watch else to watch grow?

Moral reprehensibility, “Kick-Ass”: Roger Ebert’s got it right. And, yet, it was still fun to watch. Yet awful and icky. Yet fun.

Purchases, cable TV: It’s back. Been nice knowing all of you.

Energy drinks, “Lime Wrecker” by Rip It Energy Fuel: Only 99-cents for immediate headache induction and crash-ready sugar rush. Oh, yeah! (More on this soon, elsewhere.)

Books, “The Soccer Book“: Like, the best book on soccer. Wow. Buy it for that special person in your life. (And that’s not me, as someone special already made that buy, thanks.)

Marathons, movies: Inspired by a recent fundraiser from Cinema St. Louis, I’m moved to try a 16-hour cycle of films, with no particular form, other than something light for the waking-up, pre-noon hours. With school about to end, this will happen soon. Very soon. And “Scarface” factors heavily in the planning.

Second seasons, “Flight of the Conchords”: If “I Told You I Was Freaky” isn’t the best thing to ever air on TV… well, I can’t accept another possibility.

March’s 13

Cycling off the drug Coumadin (aka Warfarin) right now, so forgive any jumpies or jitteries in this post. Or just in life, generally, as the constitution’s in a bit of an agitated state. So, let’s see if writing clears the cobwebs. We’ll consider this the mass comm edition of the 13 series.

Facebook, St. Louis Hoosiers: Suppose it was a matter of time for a hoosiers page to crop up on Facebook. Suppose that I’m also slightly jealous in not having thought of it.

New crush on old band I, The Attack: Learn up on ’em.

New crush on old band II, Bubble Puppy: Learn up on ’em, too.

New crush on new band, Sleepy Kitty: Where you been hidin’ on me?

Crispin Glover, “Alice in Wonderland”: How is it possible that director Tim Burton worked with Glover and somehow removed the weirdness? And is that in any way a good thing?

When kids kill, “Kick Ass”: Hadn’t heard of the comic. Had only just heard of the film. But when free tickets are dangled, you gotta say “yes.” Now, the story was amusing, the visuals were awesome and the overall vibe was fun, but… seeing 11-year-old’s go on violent (if fictional) killing sprees? At least a bit uncomfortable with that. Gosh, I might be turning into a social conservative!

Meditation advice, Thomas Duckworth’s: Let’s say that you’ve just watched a film of wanton killing. Or you’re cycling off of a drug. Or you just need to calm your ass down a bit. Tune in, click on, space out.

Worst eight-minutes of the year, “Old Dog, New Trick” Q/A session: Last weekend, Jon Scorfina and I were treated to a sold-out show at the Savoy, an old movie theatre turned into a banquet, in the heart of NoCo. The audience chatted and laughed through the film, bursting into applause anytime a recognizable name or face was mentioned. Then came the Q/A with Jon and I, at which point… no one wanted to say anything. It’s been a bit of time since I stood on a stage, bathed in lights, staring out at a sea of people with nothing to say back. Luckily, John Nieman, of KSHE book fame, was able to chat things up a bit before we pulled the plug on the segment and allowed Steve Scorfina to get back to rockin’. To say those few minutes were a painfully awkward bit of time would be understatement. Thankfully, laughter heals all.

The World Cup, Der Mannschaft: It’s time to get serious about World Cup preparations. Test me in a week/two on German tendencies, lineups, formations and substitution patterns. And, after this summer’s event, I am officially renouncing and giving it on the game. Just to put that out there.

Membership drives, KDHX: April 1-11. Oh. My.

BBC.co.uk featurettes, Julia Smillie: Golly, I know somebody who’s an all-world blogger!

Deaths, Angelo Poffo: Wayne St. Wayne just informed me that Angelo Poffo, pops to wrestlers “Leaping” Lanny Poffo and Randy “Macho Man” Savage has passed. A grappler, himself, he died at the ripe age of 84. This type of knowledge isn’t passed around every day, by just anyone.

Videos, Quail and Egg Show on natto: To come full circle, I’m looking for natural substitutes for anti-coagulants and the Japanese sticky paste natto is apparently The Good Stuff. Came across a video about natto today and I feel the need to share, not as much for the actual content (which I find quite delightful), but for the fact that there’s no topic not covered in a whimsical three-minutes on the web: