Scott Pilgrim & Rob Gordon vs. The World

Maybe I'm getting too old, or maybe my proclivities have aged faster than my body has.  There should probably be some reasonable explanation for why I can't manage to relate to any of the trendy characters in the film Scott Pilgrim vs The World (based off of a comic by Brian O'Malley). The whole movie operates under the conceit that the main character, Scott Pilgrim, contextualizes his world through the filter of video game principles and logic. I like video games. I don't like Scott. At least, that's the impression that I have after seeing the movie for a second time. I don't really hate him, though. The character isn't nearly as repellent to me on screen as he was in the comic. This might have been a reaction to how much better the narrative worked as a film as opposed to its meandering, sloppy origins. But I decided on a different explanation that I think covers both my distaste regarding Pilgrim himself, and how the cast of snarky, tragically-hip characters couldn't draw in this one out-of-touch audience member, among its many young fans.

Ready To Friday: Brevious Edition

This one is for the skimmers.

Beating you at your own game.

Ready To Friday: Cold Desserts Edition

Sometimes the week after your entire town loses the internet for a day, you move into your new apartment and can't get the internet working there either. That's just about all I can say about that.

It's hot. I'm exhausted. And there is no time to be bored.

Ready To Friday: Wait For It Edition

Sorry for the late post. Someone literally broke the internet in my town. Literally.

As the Fall term draws nearer every day, I have started to count upon the many things I'm anticipating outside of the scheduled educational process (not that there's anything wrong with that). And while change is inevitable, I'm not waiting with bated breath for what becomes of the status quo. I get more pleasure out of the path it takes to get to those ends. Maybe some of you can articulate a better real life comparison, like an analogy.

Ready To Friday: No More Narration Edition

It's August in the city and that's alright with me. It's been a week of brand new experiences involving Bryan Adams, heavy lifting, intense heat and thunderstorms. Luckily for me, when I really need something to go my way, it does so with little persuasion on my part, but that luck, like me in many ways, comes at the last minute. Consider me spoiled rotten.

No matter what the weekend brings, I'd still be satisfied with banality. But I don't think I've got much of that to look forward to just yet.