Way Of All Flesh

For your consideration (and thanks in no small part to Halo 3's amazing Theater and File Share features):

Beau and Andrew's Mongoose getting struck by my Spartan Laser.

Beau and Andrew after their Mongoose gets struck by my Spartan Laser.

Who's your daddy now? That's what I thought.

I've been quiet for a little while, but was spurred into action by the horrendous news that Fox is going to have a bash at remaking Spaced for American audiences. Are they really that devoid of creativity? And when are they going to realize that in sanitising such programming for network television (which they will always do) they rob it of the charm that made it popular in the first place? Learn a lesson from the Men Behaving Badly debacle!

I saw The Darjeeling Limited this weekend. It meandered a little towards the middle (much as I had expected), but may well prove to be my favourite of Wes Anderson's movies. Of course, I still need to see Bottle Rocket. Watching what he was able to produce in more exotic locations, I decided I really want to see Anderson take on some kind of old-school spy movie. His cinematography and dialogue is eminently suited to the oeuvre. If I wasn't so enamoured of 007's new direction, I'd advocate for him adapting one of Ian Fleming's novels. I also watched Zodiac on DVD. Excellent movie.

Part of the reason I have been so quiet is that I have been celebrating the fact I passed the Greek exam! Now I am free to read as much P.A. Brunt (yay!), Fergus Millar (woohoo!) and German (ugh!) as I desire.

I guess I am honour-bound to observe that England's World Cup dreams were brought to a (sadly) rather unspectacular end the other week. It was a thrilling tournament (at least for me), and watching them claw their way to the Final through sheer force of will was most inspiring. I could go on about unfortunate injuries and players not performing to their potential, but in the end South Africa just proved the better team. It's a shame they couldn't put us away with a little more style, but there you go.

And for the record, the internet has everything.

So like a complete idiot I tagged the last post with 'Heroes' and 'Veronica Mars', without passing comment on the marvellous televisual happenstance. Faithful readers will recall my dismay at Ms. Mars' cancellation, and my plan to plug the hole it left in my life with the newly-discovered Heroes. And now Veronica is in Heroes. The plug just got very meta. I was going to suggest (in an uncharacteristically crude fashion) that I had found the bread for a Matthew Sandwich, but on reflection I think Kristen Bell looks disturbingly waif-like as pictured. Giant head! Giant head!

Still, such a sandwich is entirely more palatable than this:

It sounds like there's a death metal band playing a Halloween concert at the middle school over yonder, to which I say: awesome.