I don’t really invest much thought or emotion into the Academy Awards, beyond what my job requires.
I liked the Oscars much better as a small child, when I labored under the impression that they were voted on in real time, with people all over the world registering their opinion by phone—much like American Idol, only with far more import, since these votes decided for all time which was the best movie, actor, director, etc., of the previous year. Continue reading
David Tennant
Warning! Things are about to get very geeky. If you’re not into science fiction shows about time-traveling eccentrics, you might want to mosey along to another post.
I don’t consider myself a typical Doctor Who fan, at least not as the bar was set when I first discovered it in junior high. I attended a couple of science-fiction conventions back in the ’80s filled with people dressed up as different variations of its protagonist, the Doctor, which was almost enough to put me off the show before I’d even seen it. (People who dress up in costumes for science-fiction conventions scare me.) Continue reading
Welcome to Now Playing, in which I will occasionally share what’s going through my head or stubbornly dominating my iPod. I wanted to call it Radio KFM, the lone radio station on the Island of Kevin Moreau, but it turns out there’s at least one real station out there with those call letters. Phooey. Well, let’s press on.
The first time I heard Too Much Joy, it was as if some stoned junior mad scientist in a dorm room somewhere had genetically engineered a band to speak expressly to me.
I was in my early twenties, and still struggling with the disappointing realization that the things that plagued me throughout adolescence didn’t magically disappear once I put high school in my rearview mirror. Continue reading
