Tracking Shot Lip Synch for Grace Kelly

If you've ever read Ussher's Annals of the World, or for that matter, the Holy Bible, you would understand why I love tracking shots.

I see all of creation, from the beginning of time to its inevitable end, as one complex and thrilling tracking shot. Whether it is the opening scene of A Touch of Evil or the one take fight scene from The Protector, good tracking shots make bold statements.

I love what the gang from TCU has done with Mika's Grace Kelly.

Fear of Girls 3: High Rollers

Doug and Raymond are finally back with their continued quest to avoid meaningful human contact.

And Church.

Happily, they fail.







Looks like their venture paid off in the veritable bonanza of gaming glory that is Mohogo.com.

I've got to wonder if this is what Felicia Day went through?

PS - A new series seeking distribution, Midnight Chronicles, starring FoG's Charles Hubbell has some very cool trailers up now.

DNA Don't Fade Away

Few humans are as obsessively particular about cutting loose as Joan Armatrading.

The Guild Season 2 Premiere

If for nothing other than the classic Raid at Clara's Gate, Season 2 launches with a bang.*


Link the Loot

This show is so spectacular. And as a bonus, it includes the world's best T-1 related gag ever.

*Okay, the bang is the back of Codex's head against a stack of books, but still.

Where the Troll Goes When the Troll's Not Here

Everyday I write the book.

Troll Music Means Fighting

Piano fights are excellent. Nothing like clubbing some poor sod with a Steinway.

The Sort of Daylight a Stone Troll Can Stand

Trolls always change in the daylight.

Bruised Not Broken

Bruising and breaking.

It is what we do. It is what we survive.

Trollbermaker

The most insecure braggadocio in the world. This is what trolls sound like when they whisper to themselves.

Can't Tell Trolls Nothing

A rare glimpse inside troll culture. Of course, and as always, humans are hired in place of real troll actors.

Because we tend to confuse the film equipment for craft services bagels.

Evil League of Evil NEEDS Lommel Lead of Lommel

If this private, unread online journal of mine could be encapsulated into a single three-minute video, it would be done as follows:



Make your video application to the Evil League of Evil today.

Fear of Girls 3 Trailers

You may need major surgery.

After laughing so hard!

The Fear of Girls 3 trailer is engaging audiences around the county.



Tom Lommel, Scott Jorgenson and Charles Hubbell have reunited again, sort of like the James and Younger boys did in Northfield. Let's hope this adventure goes off just as splendidly! Perhaps pie will be served.

Truly, a milestone in Fantasy Gaming. For the first time in my life, my pants are diceless. Peew!

And, for you intrepid few (er, one) who has scrolled down this far, a wonderful demo of the game's character generation process.



(And yes, I meant "county.")

Dr. Horrible Returns

Hulu got AT&T to sponsor Dr. Horrible, so the entire show is available once again online:



...but, for how long?

Eric Violette: Hollywood Superstar, except not in Hollywood (nor very well-known)

Because television commercials are the most critical contribution that man has made to society since Offa of Mercia built a really good wall out of dirt--Good dirt walls are hard to come by, after all--I bear this planet's burden for highlighting the often overlooked television commercial work of otherwise unheralded actors.

Today's entry is Eric Violette. The talented French-Canadian actor does work that is at turns comic and strange, dramatic and ridiculous. Were we not living in an age where the avant-garde was passe', you might call him avant-garde. Were we not living in an age where the passe' is now considered avant-garde, well...you still might call him avant-garde.

Also, he speaks French. Yes, he's that good of an actor.

I highlight him today for his groundbreaking work in a trilogy of short films that redefine the ancient art of the television jingle.

That's right, he's the hero of the FreeCreditReport.com ads. And he's today's unsung television commercial star:



The important thread that ties the video tryptych together is that the pirate hat from the first commercial appears briefly in the back seat of the car in the final one. Thus the second ad is revealed as the wide-scoping bit, providing the large central frame that gives definition to the accompanying "bookends." Or maybe it is just a pirate hat in the back seat.

Dr. Horrible Melts My Cold, Cold Heart with a Freeze Ray

Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog is set to stun.

Finally, the ancient question has been answered in the affirmative.

That question is, of course, "Can low-budget musical vlog that follows the budding career and withering heartbreak of a hapless evil genius give a heartless troll the goosebumps?"

Available now, but not forever...

Verdi's Anvil Chorus from Il Trovatore

...you know. Just because.



(Also because I celebrated the 4th of July by splitting wood. A lot of it. Every time I swung the hammer against the wedge, I'd catch myself humming Verdi.)

FourFour Makes Friends While Not Here to Make Friends

I would embed it, but FourFour deserves a little recognition for his deep philosophical examination of the zeitgeist of the "bad guy" subculture of reality television. I hope he gets some friends out of this.

Higgins Stands Where She Should, Not Where I Stood

Missy Higgins really gets a lot of photobooth photos for $4. And a great song.



Where I Stood.

F is for Fire that Burns Down the Whole Town*

I climbed a high tower, looked over the land, and saw water where there should be no water, fire where there should be no fire, and a moon turned to blood.

Somehow, St. John on Patmos doesn't seem so delirious to me.

I'm going to admit something: I get a kick out of the apocalypse. Pure entertainment. That's not to say that I don't take the writings of John seriously. I do.

But man oh man does the book of Revelation inspire some cool stuff: big godzilla monsters coming out of oceans to join forces with, then fight and torture a beast-riding queen of religion and whoring, hailstorms of superbug disease cupcakes, trumpets rolling out the best of Count Basie in a syncopated rythym to beat the devil.

I'm translating loosely, but still. Hellhorses, 200 million man armies at war, blood to the bridles, falling stars, thirsty dragons.

Yum. But you've got to remember that I'm the sort of troll who gets a kick out of cleaning out hog lots and dining on chilli dog spaghetti burittos.

I'm thick in the skull, so I can only afford to spend most of my time just bowing my neck and pushing forward in the Word, and trying hard not to fight against the scarylove Ru'ach of Jesus. I've got to leave the real End of Days to brighter minds than mine.

But I do have fun looking in on the apocalyptic expressions of others:

Apocalypse Soon
Berean Call
The always hilarious* Rapture Ready (I hope those manuals never come in handy for me.)
The God Still Loves Us forums... where being crazy and wrong never felt so good and friendly.

Oh, there are a jillion of them out there. There is plenty of pop-apocalypse, both Christian and non, that borders on (or even bathes in) the asinine. For example, I'm pretty certain that, despite the contemporary protests to the contrary, neither Ronald Wilson Reagan (good ol' 666) nor Barack Hussein Obama fit the profile of the Antichrist as described in the bible.

But the links above are reasoned and worked at. Even if they don't get everything right (because, after all, who does?) they do a good job of citing actual sources and doing their level best to comprehend something as wild and incomprehensible as the End of Days.

*Thanks, Plankton. I feel tingly inside too.

**to those, like me, who find Johnny Cash/Shel Silverstein meditations on death to be a hoot.

Back to Newton and Leibniz

Because disco never died - it just became formulaic.