Was submitted to Avatar over the weekend; there was absolutely no point. It was a pretty light show over the same tired, old The Last Lawrence of Arabia Samurai-Dances With Pocahontas at King Solomon's Mines -- IN SPACE! Every moment, every bit, every gimmick, every dramatic beat, all done before, right down to The Chosen One having his messianic death and rebirth. Twice for good measure. At one point I stepped away, making the prediction that when I came back, Mighty Whitey would have 1) had his first Scary Encounter With Native Monster, 2) Prove Himself Valuable to Crotchety Scientist, and 3) Meet Native Princess He Would Eventually Marry.

I came back, and there he was with Native Princess, right on cue, after having fought Native Monster.

Honestly, moviegoing public -- if you keep eating up junk, that's all they're going to serve you. -.-

-The Gneech

From Josh Weinstein's Twitter feed. Although, like he says, "you keep expecting an OK Go song to start up."

-The Gneech

Somewhere I have, bought off of eBay at great expense, CD recordings of Douglas Adams reading The Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul. (Not the dramatisations; I have both of those from iTunes.)

Unfortunately, I can't find said CDs to save my life. GRR!

I have the cassette tapes of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency...

If it was available through iTunes, I'd just buy it there. But while Dirk Gently is, Tea-Time is not. Pfui!

Stoopid grey holes.

-The Gneech