I enjoyed reading Garfield when I was kid. Then I grew up and stopped reading the Sunday comics because I felt they were all stupid except for Far Side. Garfield Minus Garfield has taken a whole new spin on the classic comic Garfield by subtracting the orange feline from the comic frames, leaving only Jon Arbuckle…
Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life? Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let’s laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness in a quiet American suburb.
The new comic is wickedly funny and had me laughing out loud. Here’s just one example:
The internet and web are undoubtedly great things. I have found and digested a vast amount of information and visual stimuli as a result. I also think it’s a little funny at times how I’ve been able to see so many new things and so much of the world without setting foot outside. But I digress…
When I surf the web, I like to keep up with art. I like what’s old and I like what’s new. Past trends interest me as well as current trends. Lately, I’ve been keeping an online scrapbook of art that I’ve found online. I use a combination of Tumblr and Shareaholic and Firefox to scrapbook all these images. It takes less than 10 seconds to post an image to my scrapbook.
If you happen to visit my scrapbook, you’ll see a tile of images. If you hover over an image, you’ll see a plus mark pop up, which you can click on to view the full-size image. If you just click on the image, you will go to the original website where I found it. As you can see, I love all sorts of art. Architecture, furniture design, graphic design, illustration, photography, advertisements, paintings, logos, typography, and sculpture.
The world is full of beautiful and wondrous things.
It’s strangely ironic that prostitution can exist in an Iranian holy city, though I guess the world’s oldest profession will always find a way.
It seems that the Colbert bump, the phenomenon where guests on his show experience a surge in popularity, is real. No, really. There was a study done!
Saint Patrick’s is nigh upon us. Maybe I will go visit The Shamrock in Paine City? I just read this article about how Guinness has been losing market share in Ireland of all places.
Around this time of year, beer drinkers around the world raise their glasses to Ireland. Presumably, most of those glasses are filled with Guinness, the dark stout that’s as synonymous with the country as James Joyce, Gaelic football, and Saint Patrick himself.
Except, perhaps, in the pubs of Ireland, where you regularly find taps discharging Coors Light, twentysomethings clutching vodka mixers, and publicans serving a steady stream of Magners Irish Cider over ice. The days when Guinness could claim one of every two Irish pints are gone—since the 1990s, it’s more like one in three.
And here’s an article about how Irish whiskey is growing in popularity in America.
When A Man Falls is a film about three men, but one in particular; Gary Fields. They all have problems that similarly affect their personal lives. Gary avoids his wife by refusing to talk to her about his problems work. After work, Gary stays at the office until 10pm and then goes home to open a bottle of wine for himself and then sleeps on the couch in front of the T.V.
Then there is Bill, the janitor at his office whom Gary passes by on his way out. Bill is obviously socially awkward and probably a little OCD. He has no confidence and avoids confrontation at all costs, just like Gary in a way. Bill’s only escape from the insecurities of life is through his dreams.
Then there is Travis, an old friend of Bill’s. Travis sold his car after the death of his wife in a car wreck. He hasn’t driven for years and hasn’t seen any other women since his wife’s death.
This film was great because of the way it expressed the emotions of the characters via the portrayal of their thoughts and actions, and especially everything was tied together at the end. Despite the pacing of the film being somewhat plodding and slow, it was interspersed with some quirky and funny moments via Bill’s dreams. I also enjoyed the music, which was composed of the operas to which Bill listened while cleaning up the office at night.
I recommend watching the film if you can.
I’ve never seen such a mixture of seriousness and ridiculousness, sadness and happiness, mystery and intrigue. King of Kong is a documentary about two classic arcade gamers fighting for the world record for Donkey Kong.
All the characters in the film can be described as geeks or nerds, but all have their interesting quirks, traits, and hobbies apart from their passion for gaming. There were moments that gave me goosebumps (or was it because of the lack of heating in my apartment?). There were many moments when I laughed out loud, such as when Steve Wiebe’s kid daughter exclaimed that people sorta ruin their lives to get into that book, meaning the Guinness Book of World Records.
I know this wasn’t a well-written review; I wrote this down while watching.
Take a look at this guy in knee-length light pink shorts, knee-high socks, a striped shirt and tie and a jacket flung casually over his shoulder. I guess that’s your typical business person in Bermuda. I couldn’t really see myself wearing such an outfit, even though it would feel nice in the mucky heat of a Georgia summer. I’m not really a trend setter and I try to stay in line with the grain, not go against it, so if people started to wear these types of outfits, then I would probably tentatively follow suit (what a pun).
