Poster Child

I'm not sure whether I should be flattered or creeped out. Senior year of college my buddy Danny made a movie called Senioritis. I played a character afflicted with this unfortunate disease, and can be seen on the poster trying to choose between a beer and a diploma. (As it turns out, you can have both.)

The movie was a shit-ton of fun to work on, and turned out pretty entertaining. It still ranks below Los Zombies on my list, but that's a pretty tough flick to beat. Anyway, it was a pretty great experience for the spring of senior year spring, and is remembered fondly. But apparently it is following me.

My 16-year-old cousin pointed out at Christmas that there was a group on the new social networking site TheFacebook called 'Senioritis,' with the movie poster as its icon. Naturally, I had to see for myself. Lo and behold, there is not just one, but perhaps a dozen or so groups with a senioritis theme featuring the poster of the classic Irrational Film. Ferris Bueller's face shows up a few times, but not as often as mine own glorious visage. One gentleman even took the time to photoshop his face onto the picture, claiming to be "The Face of Senioritis." Well, Jared Cohen, Vanderbilt University Class of 2011, you are sorely mistaken.

It is I who am the face of senioritis.

Sincerely,
HotCollegeGrad2004

P.S. I would like to thank Danny, who has been responsible for most of the reasons any people think I am neat.
P.P.S. Help help, I'm being kidnapped!
P.P.P.S. Shut up I'll fucking kill you.

Ooh, my first follow-up!

You may remember my rant on the reckless manner with which we throw around the term "porn star" these days. Well, it appears somebody was paying attention.

From the Chicago Tribune, via the AP:

"EL DORADO, Kan. - A man suspected in the slaying of a college student who led a secret life as an Internet porn performer was arrested Wednesday in Mexico, authorities said....The disappearance of the Butler Community College student drew nationwide attention after the discovery that she also led a secret life as an Internet pornography model named Zoey Zane."

Just remember, kids, anyone can make a difference.

Suckers!

There's a big bowl of lollipops (aka "suckers," apparently) in the break room at work. Free for all to take. I'm not usually a lollipop person. It's not that I don't like them. I do. But you'll never see me go into a store and pick up some lollipops. Not even for Halloween. There's too much stuff out there that's better. Still, if you put out a big bowl of those tiny ones in a million flavors, I will probably have one.

Well, in the last two days I've had at least eight or nine lollipops. The same could be said for the other guys who shared my edit suite. They are just addictive. This caused Jared to confess today out of the blue, "Man, we're going nuts with these suckers. I could never work in a bank."

Something about that statement makes me giggle every ten minutes or so. Don't know why.

I could never work in a bank.

Welcome to The Future

You don't have a flying car yet. Furniture has to be delivered, instead of instantly materializing from a personal constructoPod. And dogs still can't talk.

But I got my invite to Hulu today, and it's pretty cool. Because of things like this:



And there are hundreds of other episodes of other shows that are actually worth seeing. They're at high resolution, and it doesn't take a year to load. You can even cut a show down into a short clip to post on your site to highlight a particularly awesome moment (I would have done that here, but this entire episode warrants watching). And no, they aren't paying me to write this. I'm just that excited.

Yes, there are commercials, but this 22-minute show has 45 seconds of ads. I can deal with that, especially if the product is free. They might just be on to something here.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to catch up on some Alfred Hitchcock Presents from the 1950s. I may never go outside again.

Yesterday's News: A Trip Down Memory Lane

This just in.

(c)Sumithrin 2003

Why'd it have to be snakes?

Must...fight...urge...can't...help...it...

BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL!!!



Surely I'm not the only person making this connection. They must really be grabbing at any kind of 80's nostalgia they can find. I wonder if Shia LaBeouf will be wearing a slap bracelet.

Game's the same, just got more fierce.

Today was a good day:

1. Some very good friends guaranteed a most excellent New Year's celebration in a few weeks. I am eternally grateful and look forward to many Philly blunts.

B - I am getting ready to tear through season 4 of The Wire. Anxiously waiting to see what happens with Barksdale and Bell out of the picture.

III) After a week of sitting back and observing editors, I finally cut a bunch of packages at work tonight. We brought the tapes in, finished the story in 10-20 minutes, and the whole thing aired shortly thereafter. Compare that to the Nixon and socialism documentaries that I worked on and then waited a year or two before they were broadcast. And the good thing is, any mistakes I may have made are very quickly forgotten with the next day's news. Too bad I don't make mistakes.


This blog could be a lot more interesting. But it's not.

Deep Thoughts

The one thing that sucks about living alone is when you leave a truly glorious work of art in the crapper, there's nobody to show it to.

[This posting is purely hypothetical and is not related to anything that transpired in the last ten minutes.]

We need to talk.

Well, Unemployment, it's been a roller-coaster 159 days. We've had our good times and our bad times. I remember when we first met, I didn't know where to start. It was such a new feeling. One I'd been looking forward to for years, but still entirely unfamiliar.

Not knowing what to do at first, I found some distractions. Went for some long bike rides. Explored some foreign lands. Got a new limb on the family tree. Moved far, far away. Ate a lot of hamburgers and drank a lot of beers. But eventually I realized our relationship (and my savings account) could not last forever.

So, Unemployment, I'm leaving you. Or rather, I'm kicking you out. I would like your bags to be packed by the time I leave the house tomorrow. Please don't forget to take your Fritos, your Price is Right, and your crowd-free mid-day trips to the grocery store. I have no use for them anymore. I will be holding onto sleeping late for the time being, though. Unfinished business.

We did have some great days, you and I. Remember the week we discovered the glory of free D.C. pools? Or the time we walked three miles in the brutal summer heat to the Natural History Museum just to look at the giant sloths one last time? These are pleasant memories that I shall cherish always. But lately, you've just been getting on my nerves. You're in the way. Preventing me from being all that I can be. And that just won't work. So it's time to say goodbye.

We both know there's always a chance we'll run into each other in the future. But please, let's keep that contact brief. We owe it to ourselves to stay apart and see what kind of lives we can lead on our own. Just know that deep down inside, I do miss you.

We'll always have Meat Cove.