Nick & Nora’s Infinite Playlist:
Romantic comedy that was, in places, funny. Girl dumps guy, other girl likes the guy who got dumped based upon aesthetic choices, and much hilarity ensues.
Or not.
It’s that slightly strained comedy and some of the funny stuff isn’t so funny, or maybe, it’s just lost on me. Or maybe some of it is funny, but not in the usual way. Did anyone but me notice that the cars were probably older than the characters themselves? And is that unusual in this day and age, to have cars older than the high school students who drive those cars? Or is that just sticking point? Or maybe, is it irony? Only, I fail to see the irony in the juxtaposition, more like it was a little continuity problem. Or maybe I wasn’t amused enough to see how it was - or wasn’t - funny.
To be honest, I enjoyed the ride. My expectations were low, too. Little product placement, but it was more about what’s really there, and the guy, making CD after CD, each with a theme? Who among us (male) hasn’t felt that pang? Especially in high school?
No direct parents that I recall, just some pictures, sort of, and there was one toilet scene, I’m sure, it was a visual rip-off from Scotland. Think: Trainspotting. The allusion is wholly unrelated to the introductory monologue, which is classic in its own right, but that’s not what this is about. Or that toilet joke. Which did add some sticky continuity.
It was a good film, in its own way, light on the comedy, and easy on the eyes while a little heavy on the audio track. Which made me wonder, too, as there was a solid soundtrack, and I could identify maybe two of the artists - one was an obvious give away, and the other was just fluke, one of my friend’s kids had introduced me to the music.
I was going to tie this to astrology, as in, Mercury is backwards and I needed something to keep me off the streets, so to speak, but that’s not really doable. Then there was the inside joke, bit of a stretch, the actor’s name Cera and the movie name Juno, and that all hints at asteroids. Can’t really work that joke in, either.
I’m too far removed from the moment to understand all the emotional pain, teenage angst, anymore. But the story line, the plot, the elements, for me, moved at a stately and almost elegant pace without too much cinematic effects to drive the film.
I wondered about the music, a bunch of indie rock, and I wondered about the antecedents for the story. There was, at one point, so I’ve surmised, an attempt at a viral marketing campaign, but observant and disenfranchised - cynical - youth see through that pretty quickly. Which doesn’t stop it from being a harmless afternoon entertainment.
That, and near as I could tell, I was the oldest guy in the afternoon’s audience.
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I can’t look. Just the tag line scared me. Strange title.
Then, loving that Discovery channel.
Both of which lead here.
Which does lead here.
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What’s the term mean? I gleaned my definition from several sources. Maybe five years back I ran it as trivia question, too. True native Texans know the answer - and in South Texas? Know that answer by heart.
The original “Maverick” was a cattle rancher who refused to brand his cattle so when part or even just a piece of a herd was wandering around, no name tag on its arse?
“Must be a Maverick.”
My favorite?
“Eco-friendly? Who are we kidding? We’re an oil company.”
Truth in advertising never hurt. Why I have such an abysmal marketing plan.
However, that being duly noted?
“My goal is to build killer web apps for the new web 4.0 paradigm, but until that’s reached? I’ll keep writing horoscopes.”
I like organic male bovine by-product.
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Late night, I was, in a word, baby-sitting. Young adult male child not really baby sitting but in the confines the printed medium, that’s the short-hand version. In north east Austin, there’s a line, moves back and forth, sort of marks suburbia from the barrio. Flexible line, and what I recall, there used to be - more than one - artist co-op.
So I’m standing outside, while he’s having a smoke, and I’m searching the night’s sky for signs of life. The canopy of pecan and live oak made it difficult to see much of anything despite a terribly clear sky. I could pick out Jupiter, but that was about it.
Quiet, residential street, not much vehicle traffic.
A guy walk by, he was swigging on a malted beverage wrapped in a brown paper bag, in one hand, texting away with his other.
Going the other direction, bear in mind this was well after midnight, an attractive female walked by, in her left hand? A phone’s number pad was lighting her way.
Finally, a few moments later, a bicycle rolled by, the rider sitting upright and balancing, driving by his hips hands not on the handlebars, and in one hand, he was reading a message on his phone.
Might just be that block in east Austin.
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New advertising, got an offer, couldn’t resist it, and it doesn’t affect the the site’s basic hierarchy/operation. Not quite enough, but a fairly substantial increase over the regular ads.
One of the products offered was something about “renegade motor homes” - saw it and clicked through when I was testing the code. If it pops up again? Certainly worth a click for some - if nothing else - entertainment factor.
Unrelated 420 Note:
It just makes you proud, don’t it? There’s a sense of the absurd that I don’t find any other place, a person, look at the image, a person put a set of cow horns on the front of the truck. Horns most near as wide as the truck itself. Pride.
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